It is not totally DxC there is some TxG TxC GxB and other expected and un-expected couples. Basically a new idea for the show that goes horribly horribly wrong. Lucky for you this is just a small teaser of what's to come!!! ON TOTAL DRAMA IMPACT X (TDX)!!!!


Chris's POV

Why did I ever agree to this?

It was obvious to anybody that this was a bad plan. Worse than any strange, abnormal antics the producers had ever thought of before on TDI and TDA. I mean there had been many obscene tasks we had put contestants through in the past but this…this was just mental.

I should have said something! I should have done something to stop this madness that lay out in front of me now. Blood. Hurt. Sorrow.

It was going great but it was just a little too crazy, a little too insane. It got way out of hands.

At the time it seemed simple. Too simple to be plausible. Too even work.

Sure it was new, bold and there would be more drama than there ever was before, but the ethics…I could not explain.

It was my entire fault. On that day…the day the disaster began though none of us could see it coming I still dreaded it at that moment as glanced over the contract. It was already explained to me on to what would be done as I shuffled slightly on a hard wood chair at the end of a long mahogany table that stretched out to one anticipating director, seeming slightly unsure about the idea of it as well. As to my side a metre or two away sat Wakins, Head Producer, on his dark green, old fashion armchair, facing the unlit fire. He was nor stressed or seemed to have any feeling of the matter at all. Just patient.

The room was dark and only a few strands of light streamed through the horizontal green blinds. All I could hear was the small tick tock of a grandfather clock, and the bitter dry taste of saliva squelched in my mouth.

I wasn't normally this thoughtful towards the show's plans and schemes however it was different this time.

The silence turned too much and was broken by a sharp and daring voice, "Well?", questioned Director Blake Morris. He light brown hair was slightly whisked his face in every movement he made, and his dark blue eyes awaiting my answer. He was young- at least younger than me I'd say twenty or twenty one.

"Well…are you sure this is …um…safe?" I replied,

"Safe?" Wakins chuckled, "Since when do you care about safe?" I saw the slightest outline of shadow around Wakins' face.

"I just thought that…"

"You thought?" Wakins rose to his feet, "We're not going to pay you to think, Chris"

"Ok, ok just explain to me again the purpose of this again", I exclaimed,

Wakins slowly paced himself over to the window behind Blake, with very slight caution in each step. He twiddled gently on the blinds and a blast of light beamed through the window as Wakins stared over the numerous amounts of buildings that covered the city. He breathed in a gulp of power that seemed to glow off of him. He looked over his shoulder as light lit up his wrinkled expression and nodded towards Blake.

Blake acknowledged and began to talk not before taking a huge swallow as if he was not to pleased as to what he had to say, "Basically the idea is still the same; aim to humiliate, disgust and challenge the contestant and all that but except this time it's slightly more…extreme"

"Extreme?" I questioned,

"Yes exactly. This time there will be a little less humiliation and a lot more challenge, but this isn't going to be just any ordinary reality show. In fact it probably won't even be called 'show' it would just be plain reality", he confirmed,

"Wait a minute. You're planning on taking over there lives?!" I shot from my seat almost tipping over my chair,

Blake sighed, sorrow filled his face, he tilted his head down slightly, "Yes",

"But you can't!" I cried,

"I believe we can", Wakins swivelled to face me, "We can", his shoes squeaked a tiny leathery squeak as he walked along the ocean like carpet towards me, "We will play with there emotions, tackle with their loved ones and change their lives forever..."

I plonked down on my seat.

"… and when it is all over it will be your name they will call."

I was struck by that thought.

"Your name. Who gives a damn about family when you have fans, fame and fortune" he leaned in closer,

I wanted that. I wanted it all.

"Can't you hear them. Chris?"

Yes. Yes I could.

"Chris, Chris, Chris", he chanted,

"Yeah"

"What do you say Chris?" he handed me a ballpoint pen, "Sign?"

I looked across at Blake. I couldn't explain what he looked like that moment.

He didn't quite look himself. It was like there was someone trapped inside of him but his outer shell forced him to nod ever so small. What startled me was when he twitched slightly as if to shake no however it was a short moment. Maybe his neck just had a click in it…maybe.

I didn't want to but I was dazzled by fame.

I rubbed the plastic of the pen, sweaty in my hands it was almost melting away.

Something was telling me no but it was faded into a background of a crowd that screamed for me, 'Sign! Sign! Sign! Sign!' they squealed.

I edged closer and closer.

My pen was on the paper.

I signed once, the page was turned.

Twice, turned again.

A final time. My mark was almost made.

Something was wrong.

All of a sudden a voice inside me yelled, 'STOP!'

I blinked and dared not look at the page.

Was it too late?

This was a teaser!

Find out in part one what happens next!!

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