I do not own the Total Drama Series; here we go the new story, Total Dead Island
PS: Courtney is a little…different throughout this story but you are going to figure out why anyways so…expect something to change. Speaking of change, an intro to a new character (made up lol) that is a secret companion of hers since really Courtney has no one to turn to (except maybe Bridgette) since I watched all the seasons on YouTube…since I didn't remember it all right off the back and needed a refresher. OH and many of these chapters are going to be long and POV's on one character at a time will be rare per chappy.
This story is rated M for Cruel Humor, violence, blood, gore…you know what? Rated M just in case any of that comes along ^^ and it will…a lot.
Oh and one last thing I promise :D This story inspiration is from the new video game DEAD ISLAND that I own none of…well its new to me anyways. It gave me the idea
So let it begin :)
Episode 1: Chasing and Exposing the Truth
Courtney's POV
Ugh! Finally this show is over and my part of the contract is finally about to be broken. I still cannot believe that I had to be a preppy, bossy, bitch to everyone for three seasons straight; they all hate me it sucks. Note to self…I am NEVER taking an internship for anyone named Chris McLean EVER again.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair actually goes down my back and its dark chocolate brown, but since there was no hell in way I was going to get that cut, I had to have it sewed, pinned up and streaked to give it that spic and span preppy look Chris wanted. Not to mention, I have a nose piercing on my right nostril, and a belly button piercing. Oh, and I have a tattoo of a small violet heart on my left butt cheek, like a care bear. The only reason no one saw that, was that I had to wear bikini shorts and waterproof make-up.
Other than my pajamas, my wardrobe was way off too. I am more into the international look. Speaking of clothes, my eyes wandered to the outfit sitting on my bed.
For one more day, I have to wear the usual white dressy shirt with the grey sweater and the very skin tight yet strangely flexible olive green capris. I seriously feel like ripping those clothes to shreds. The only thing I had on right now was my black string bikini bra and red bikini panties.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Courtney, it's Margi, coast is clear to unlock the door…let me in already I need to pin your hair up for the aftermath show." Then I heard her laugh. "…and put make-up on your butt tattoo."
"Hold up." Putting on my robe, I pulled my room key out of my bra, quickly unlocked the door and pulled Margi in. Checking again to make sure no one was around I locked the door again. Then I flopped back down on my bed letting my legs dangle off the edge.
"Margi, I can't stand it. If I have to say one more thing I don't mean to anyone else, because of McLean, I'm gonna lose it!" I cried throwing my hands up in frustration. "This internship sucks; everyone HATES me!"
Margi put her make-up case down and sat alongside of me. "Hey look at the bright side,"
I rolled my eyes. "What bright side could come from this?"
"Well there's always…you could…hey in the game you still got…" She paused to think. "Um, it's almost over right? Heh..."
I shook my head. "That's what you said the second season Margi… and the first."
Let me break our predicaments down for you. My name is Courtney Corona Gripling, or better known by the public and the cast as Courtney the "A" type, Courtney the bitch, Courtney the annoying brat, Courtney the overachieving show off, Courtney the stuck-up windbag, Courtney the C.I.T (most use Cunt In Training) Courtney the blah, blah, blah…the list goes on.
See the girl, who came in with the white sid hat with cat ears on top and the grey tank top with a pink mid-drift jean jacket, dark blue skinny jeans skirt and short black boots?… She is my spiceberry hair, bubbly personality, sometimes could be a bit of a perv, best friend, Margi.
AN: Margi is about the same body build as Courtney, she is just a foot and a half shorter, same skin tone as Zoey and her hair cut in a short bob with thick bangs over her forehead.
Our plan before was to do the stunt & safety internship on Total Drama Island for the SUMMER. However, the original girl for the cast named Dakota kept demanding her paparazzi attend her every move on the show, so Chris decided to replace her, mostly out of annoyance that the cameras were not on him.
Therefore, out of strange conflict of events I was handpicked out of all the interns to be the missing cliché, you know Preps, Jocks, Goths, etc., to be on their show. They labeled me "Type "A" Prep". Margi on the other hand made to be my personal hair and makeup artist at the same time still had to test the challenges.
I agreed to do it because I thought it would be fun being on T.V. as a reality star…bad idea. I found out after I got the 'preppy' makeover and had to make a fake addition tape, eventually I had to cause as much drama to the show as I mentally, socially and physically could.
Now Margi and I are in debt by two million dollars, yes TWO million, to the contract until the series is finally over. Two million dollars' worth of clothes, hair, make-up, food, water, and anything else I needed to keep my cover quiet.
My parents already tried to get their lawyers to find a way to get us out of this, but the contract was fully binding. Not to mention I had to sneak out once a day before challenge day and demo the challenge with Margi and Chef off camera before doing it for real as a cast member. Contracts, you have to hate them, especially the ridiculously tiny fine print.
Talk about building negative stress.
"Intern Diary, day…fuck I missed count, oh well." She piped unexpectedly, before shifting herself onto my lap.
I propped myself on my elbows to see what she was up to and came nose to lens with Margi's hand cam. I narrowed my eyes at her. Now was not a good time for our video diary.
"Marg, I'm not in the mood for this…and you do know how wrong this looks; you on my lap filming me in my open robe, bra, and undies?"
She smirked. "Would you rather me give you a lap dance?"
I returned the smirk and decided to humor her and pretend to think. "Hmm..."
Margi raised a brow. "You want me too?"
"No!" I shouted before tickling her stomach causing her to go into a fit of laughs.
I laughed too. "Now get off, and stop taping me half naked, it makes me feel dirty."
"You said it not me…"Margie giggled, then turned the camera to her. "Ahem, Courtney Gripling's journey of love, lies, betrayal, and barfing," She started adding a dramatic tone in her voice, most likely mocking Chris. "Has it finally come to a close? Will Courtney ever get out of this; will I Margi Figaro have to pull a cruel stunt on Chris one more time if we're still here?" She asked while turning the camera to me.
I scrunched my nose at the last comment. Poor Margi, she had practically run raged tending to Chris's hard labor all three season. She could not stand him at all so to kill some stress, she pulled cruel pranks on him or Chef.
"I just hope that I go to the aftermath, pray I'm not brought up much and get out of there, plain and simple." I crossed my arms. "No crazy last second mishaps with the cash winnings, no more challenge testing, no ganging up on one person i.e. me, and no more undercover intern reality star."
"Oh Courtney," We heard Chris singsong through the door. Both of us groaned.
Margi finally got off my lap, turned off her camera and placed it in the camera latch on the left side of her belt. "What Chris?!" She yelled at the door.
"He said Courtney, not Bloody Mary!" I heard Chef shout.
"…and I said CHRIS, not Izzy's bitch!" She barked back, smirking menacingly.
I slapped my forehead. "You just luv to provoke him, don't cha?"
Margi glanced back and giggled. "What makes you think that?"
Wham! Wham!
Oh great, now Chef is trying to kick the door down.
BLAM!
Okay, make that he did kick the door down.
Chef grabbed Margi, despite her constant biting his arm on contact and hoisted her up on his shoulder; however, she kept pulling at his nose, mouth and ears just to bug him.
"Ow! Stop that you little demon!" Chef growled trying to subdue Margi.
Hurriedly I closed my robe and double knotted it right before Chef grabbed me by the waistline with his giant hand and carried us out. I huffed out a sigh, so much for a simple day.
Well, here we go.
No one's POV
Chris tapped his foot impatiently and looked at his watch. "Finally! We are on a tight schedule here! I don't pay you both to laze around." He complained.
The girls rolled their eyes. "You don't pay us at all." Margi retorted.
"Whatever now let's rolls out; so many teens to humiliate, so little time." Chris smirked.
"Um Chris, I'm not exactly prep dressed yet." Courtney said, trying to squirm out of Chefs grip.
Chris smirk grew wider. "Yeah…I know."
"McLean…what are you scheming?" Margi asked. Chris let a snicker.
"Let's just say that there has been a "slight" change in upcoming events." He said before snickering again.
Courtney glared. "Chris! What are you- mph!" She cried before Chef swiftly gagged them with tape and tied them back to back before carrying them outside and dropping them into the back of the Lame-O-sine.
Chris got in the passenger's seat, and then looked over his shoulder. "Now that I have your attention," Chris said. The two girls tried to yell through their gags. "Sorry I don't speak gibberish, anyway ladies your about to make me billions after today's big day view! Ha-Ha!"
"Day view?!" Courtney screamed through her gag, which came out more like 'gay shoe'.
"That's right! We can't just end the season without an aftermath of surprises now can we?" He said before turning back to the front, ignoring their screams. "This is going to be awesome, for me! Chef, take us to the Aftermath Studio!"
"I know where we're going fool!" Chef growled before stepping on the gas. "Besides, in the end this all just gone backfire on you, just like every end of the season." He groaned
"Says you kill joy." Chris pouted, crossing his arms.
Bridgette and Geoff were sitting on their couch of the aftermath set waiting for the show to start. The entire casts (minus Courtney and Ezekiel) were all sitting on the two group couches. The audience seats were filling up as well. Bridgette was the only one who took notice of Courtney being absent.
"Uh Geoff? I can understand why Ezekiel isn't here but do know where Courtney is?" The surfer asked her boyfriend.
Geoff shrugged. "Don't know, normally she would've been here early." He then got up. "Hey guys, anyone seen Courtney?" He asked the rest of the cast.
Everyone stayed silent; Duncan was the first to speak up.
"Dude it's been mostly quiet all day and you seriously want to ruin that?" He asked, smirking. "She's probably trying to find a way to sue me for throwing a flip-flop at her."
Most of the others laughed in response. Bridgette shook her head.
"Yeah and the less we have to hear that skinny rich girl scream, "I'm a CIT", the better." Lashawna said as Harold nodded.
"Not to mention, one less bully to put up with." Harold added glaring at Duncan.
Duncan returned the glare.
"C'mon guys can we try to ease some of the tension that's left? I mean it's about to be it for all of us after today and we don't want to carry grudges out the door." Bridgette pointed out. The audience clapped in response. Bridgette blushed when she realized that they were live and she smiled and waved awkwardly.
Duncan opened his mouth to respond but a familiar high-pitched screaming cut him off.
Courtney's voice came screaming through the microphones that led to the backstage room. Most of the others covered their ears, Duncan, Gwen, Lashawna and Harold cringed.
"Well…so much for peace and quiet." Gwen muttered.
"Yeah but…we'll figure out what the deal is with Courtney and everyone else here today on Total Drama Aftermath: The Closure!" Geoff said trying to change the subject. The audience cheered.
Chris came onto the set with his signature smile; everyone shot daggers at the host.
"Glad to see your sweet smiling faces." Chris laughed. "Anyhow, let's marinate on the subject of Courtney. Tell me, what do you all think of her?" He smirked.
Bridgette raised a brow. "Chris what are you doing he-"
"She's like a total bossy Mc Smarty Pants and not the nice kind." Lindsey said cutting the surfer off. "And she totally tried to flirt with Tyler while I was gone." She added while throwing a hand up in frustration, only to accidently hit Tyler in the face, knocking him out. "Oopsy."
"Frankly I don't feel like getting into the subject, I mean seriously Courtney should just give it up already. Everyone, even Heather moved on from all of this, but no not Courtney. She has to whine and scream it's like I'm babysitting at home all over again." Gwen said with a frown.
"No shit; I thought she took a hint when I chucked that shoe at her." Duncan snorted. "It was like being around a bratty five year old."
"That didn't stop you from making googly eyes at her via season two." Harold laughed, only get kicked in the knee by Duncan.
"Oww, idiot." Harold growled rubbing his leg.
Lashawna sitting in between them glared at the delinquent. "Watch it scrawny chicken leg boy you pushing yo boundaries!" Lashawna yelled getting up in his face.
"Enough!" Bridgette yelled. "Chris we're trying to clear the air between everyone and all you're doing is making things worse."
"Why are you even asking us about Courtney anyway?" Heather butted in. "I'd rather talk about Lindsey's new spray on tan, Owen burping the alphabet, Gwen." She said, jabbing her thumb at the Goth who only rolled her eyes.
Chris shrugged. "Because, Heather, I'm going to give you all a whole new perspective on Courtney. One that is going to make or break everyone she has encountered. Like you said Bridgette time to clear the air." He smirked.
Bridgette glared in response.
Chef came onto the stage covered with slightly bloody nail scratches and a bandaged arm. The audience 'oohed' at Chef's condition.
Chris raised a brow. "Wow, what happened to you?"
"That violet haired demon, that's what!" Chef barked.
"My hair color is spiceberry!" yelled Margi from the waiting room. Everyone else looked confused but Chris and Chef recognized her voice, Chris smirked and Chef growled.
Geoff scratched his head. "Okay, not sure what's going on here."
"I'm getting to that," Chris whined before the flat screen came down from the ceiling. "Now if you all direct your attention to the tele we can get this party started! Ha-Ha!" He used a remote to turn it on.
On screen was the lounge room where guests for the aftermath usually had to wait; inside were two girls tied back to back on a pair of chairs. The pale one was biting at the rope (Margi) while the tanned girl (Courtney) just sat there with a scowl on her face.
Noah looked up from his book. "So…you're showing us a director's cut of Babe Watch or something?" He asked sarcastically.
Bridgette immediately recognized who it was and whispered to Geoff who eyes widen afterwards.
"You sure?" Geoff whispered back.
Bridgette nodded. "Positive. NO one but her can pull off that scowl."
"So…campers, anyone notice something familiar about one of these girls?" Chris asked.
"Uh, one of them only has her bra and underwear on." Lashawna said slightly disgusted. "And the white girl with the cat hat is chewin' at the rope."
"Boobies." Harold muttered, earning a slap on the back of the head from Lashawna.
"Ooh oh, oh, I know, she's a cat in the hat!" Izzy said pointing to the pale girl. "But where did the red stripes on her hat go?" She scratched her chin.
Noah shook his head. "I seriously doubt that's it Izzy."
"Is that the good guys from that action movie, Charlie's Angles?" Lindsey asked.
"You mean Charlie's Angels." Beth corrected.
"Ooh I loved that movie!" Katie and Sadie squealed. Trent sitting in between them winced.
Chef looked up and silently gasped as he realized that Margi was already out of her knots, and now proceeded to untie Courtney.
Chef tapped Chris's shoulder. "Uh Chris?"
Chris ignored him. "Ugh! You guys suck hard at guessing, the girl in her undies is Courtney and 'cat in the hat' is Margi, they are my interns, have been my interns since before the first episode started, has had an unfair advantage since the beginning, and has seen ALL of your confessionals since the beginning."
Everyone in the audience gasped.
"Huh?" The cast minus Bridgette and Geoff questioned.
Duncan then started laughing. "Courtney would never be caught dead with piercings on her face; she says their nothing more than a tool to distract from someone's' lack of personality or whatever."
"Yeah about that…see, she and her friend there lied. In fact, they have been lying and causing drama for me since day one of Total Drama. Courtney has been role playing as a Prep and playing you all like fiddles. She played a few of you more than others." Chris chuckled as he glanced at Duncan who was glaring at the screen. "Chef, if you would bring our little actress and make-up artist out here."
Chef put on a hockey mask. "I don't get paid enough for this man." He said before going backstage and into the waiting room. All eyes were on the screen. "Alright you little closet delinquents, time to get your butts on the stage!" He barked as he reached for the two, but Margi kicked Chef's hand, grabbed the butcher knife that was in his apron pocket, and in one slice had set Courtney free.
Chef backed up and took out his walkie-talkie. "I need back up the intern star maggots are attempting to go AWOL! Over!" He barked before Courtney dropkicked Chef in the gut then ran out the door. "Agh got me right in the liver!"
"AWOL that!" She yelled on her way out.
When Chef bended over in pain, Margi leapfrogged over him laughing her head off and followed her companion. "Bring on the chase Chef! Ha-ha!"
Chris looked at the cast, who were all in shock of who they just saw and heard.
Beth spoke up first. "So…now what happens?"
Sierra gasped. "O-M-G! This is sooo starting a whole new blog for Courtney!" Sierra chirped as she took out her pizza box, actual mouse and started "typing". "Courtney's life-style as a prep is officially aired as a total fluke and a rating boaster tool, and this girl Margi is clearly an accomplice to the whole thing; stay tune for more info, juicy info."
Heather looked disgusted. "Shouldn't someone just tell her that her computer is just a month old pizza box and a rat?" She asked Alejandro.
Alejandro shook his head no. "It's best we let her dream. Besides, she does have a point that this is the understatement of the year." He said getting a devilish look on his face.
Heather took notice. "What are you thinking?" She whisperingly questioned.
Alejandro's smirk grew. "I'm thinking that with this much exposure, it might not be the end of getting our prize money back, mi amore." He whispered back, causing Heather to blush before she smirked evilly.
"Well uh Chris, Courtney got away so...now what?" Cody asked.
"Now…we wait." Chris ordered while pressing the remote and now they were watching Courtney and Margi running down the hall.
Courtney was running like a track star, while Margi was skipping happily but still able to keep up.
"We're being chased by Chef and other interns and you're seriously skipping around like you're in a field of flowers and candy?" Courtney panted.
"Skipping burns calories too ya' know, and thanks for reminding me who's chasing us." Margi chirped before looking back while skipping. "I am never giving you jerk- off traitors a lap dance ever again!" She yelled at the interns who conveniently were all boys that Margi flirted with throughout the seasons. What are the odds?
Courtney sighed and shook her head.
The interns heard her statement and took out their tranquilizer guns. Chef however took out an ax. "Take your aim soldiers…ready…
"…and I made them mad." Margi said her eyes widened before she broke out of her skip and started running.
Courtney looked ahead, saw the elevator was at the end of this hall, and grabbed Margi hand and bolted for it. Once they got to elevator, Courtney rapidly pressed the down button.
"Um Coco I think we need a faster way out of here…" Margi singsong nervously as Chef and the small group of interns slowly closed in.
"Aim…" Chef barked as he lifted his ax to throw and the interns pointed their guns. Then the elevator opened and Courtney and Margi slowly backed up inside as they put their hands up in surrender.
"So maggots, anything you'd like to declare before being taken into custody of the limelight?" Chef asked with a smirk on his face.
Margi sighed. "Well since we're officially screwed…Chris if your somehow watching us right now…I just want you to know…that I'm the one who keeps spitting in your coffee when you're not looking, so if you have one right now, I wouldn't finish it."
Chris nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "I knew she always crushed on me. I really felt the love in all of those daggers, HA, As if a child like Margi would have a chance with mwah." He bragged before he took a long sip at his coffee.
Bridgette shook her head in disbelief. "Uh, Chris she didn't…"
Geoff covered her mouth. "Just give him a minute babe."
Noah shook his head. "And he comes down to earth in 3…2…1…"
Chris eyes widen in horror and he caught the coffee in his mouth. He did a spit-take right on Geoff face. "She spit in my coffee!?"
"Aww come on!" Geoff shouted wiping his face.
Everyone else was laughing at Chris. Chris clenched his teeth and put his walkie-talkie up to his mouth. "Chef, when you get those girls, I want them in straitjackets."
"Damn why didn't I think of that, I mean- FIRE!" Chef commanded throwing his ax as the interns open fire with their tranquilizing guns.
Courtney out of reflex pushed Margi behind her, caught the spinning ax just as the blade was inches from her face, used the butt of the tool to slam on the down button, threw the ax back at Chef, which only took out the tip of his hat and the door quickly closed just before any darts could hit them.
"You missed? How the douche could you guys miss us, we were less than eight feet in front of you!" Margi laughed through the door as her voice faded from the elevator moving down.
Chef growled and made a run for the basement. "Those two little demons ain't getting away that easily."
"Okay, were safe…for now." Courtney said while pulling a dart out of her hair.
Margi looked her up and down. "You need some clothes over those hot undies missy, here." She then took off her jean skirt. Turns out, she had jeans shorts underneath. "Good thing I wear these now so those guys would stop looking up my skirt." She teased while taking off her pink mid-drift jean jacket.
Courtney rolled her eyes but she put on the skirt and the jacket. "Now I don't feel semi-nude anymore." She said with a soft laugh. "Thanks Marg."
Margi gave her two thumbs up. "No prob Coco, you know I gotcha' back."
Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching jerking halt; the girls grabbed onto the support beams and looked around.
'BOOM!...BOOM!...BOOM!' It was a repeating chopping sound.
Courtney narrowed her eyes. "You hear that too right?"
"Affirmative." Margi nodded, looking down. "Courtney, I have a really bad hunch we're-
"-Going DOWN!" Chef cried as his chopped the power box of the elevator shaft. Then he turned to the other interns. "IF...they survive, have the straitjackets and tranquilizers at ready; fix your aim this time!" He ordered. Chef then turned his attention to the elevator with another ax at hand.
As he did, the male interns flipped him off or made rude faces. When Chef glanced back however they were aiming their guns at the door smiling innocently.
The elevator shaft was shaking rapidly as the duo held onto each other and prepared for whatever was about to happen next.
"Suddenly I regret us being on the twenty-fourth floor!" Courtney shouted over the elevators shaking.
Margi raised a brow. "Why are there even twenty-four floors anyways?!"
Courtney rolled her eyes. "Twenty-four cast mates, twenty-four different clicks, and their fan clubs popular demand to stay in same hotel as us…"
"Ohhh, no wonder your hall is practically empty…" Margi muttered. Courtney glared. "Oh, oh, no offence to your character though heh-heh." She added quickly.
"Nice save." Courtney said dryly.
The elevator jerked some more and both the girls screamed.
Bridgette could not believe how everyone was reacting to what took place on the screen.
Geoff, Duncan, Cody, Trent, Gwen, and Harold were placing bets on whether or not Courtney & Margi would survive.
"I'm telling ya when that elevator falls, splat! Courtney and 'what's her name' are history!" Duncan exclaimed.
Cody nodded in agreement. "Courtney may have made it through a lot of things, but an elevator shaft? There's no way."
Gwen looked ecstatically at the screen. "I wonder if either of them is prone to excessive bleeding."
"I have to disagree," Harold piped in. "Courtney will more than likely use her anger, her sane skills and quick thinking under pressure to-"
"Ha!" Duncan interrupted. "The only pressure Courtney is going to feel is that elevator shaft right on her head!" He laughed.
"I gotta side with Harold on this one," Trent cut in as he placed a '50' down. "Think about it; Courtney's been an athletic dynamo since towards the end of season one."
Duncan and Gwen looked down at the bet money and saw Trent put down his '50'.
Duncan narrowed his eyes suspiciously but said nothing as he looked up at the screen.
Gwen glanced at Trent questionably. "Fifty-dollars? That's a pretty steep bet on Courtney surviving."
Trent opened his mouth to protest but Geoff beat him to it.
"The dude's just confident that Courtney will live, I mean you all saw her on the volcano surfing challenge. The girl's practically unstoppable." He reassured.
"We'll see about that." Gwen said before glaring at the screen.
Bridgette shook her head at the group and noticed that everyone else was watching this like it was a fake movie, when her friend and an intern were in real danger.
"You guys are enjoying this?!" She shouted. Lashawna then walked past her with a few bags of popcorn. "Lashawna… not you too… seriously?!"
Lashawna gave her a dull expression. "That girl had it coming since she's been a phony all this time and giving us grief, besides this is most I've ever been entertained on this show." She said smiling before passing out popcorn bags to the others.
Owen immediately swallowed the popcorn and the bag too. "Mmm…buttery." Then he glanced up at the screen. "Dear apple flapjacks she's going to die!" He cried before farting. "He-he whoops."
Tyler finally woke up from his unconsciousness and saw the screen. "Huh? We're watching an action movie or something?" He asked, rubbing his head.
Bridgette sighed. "I wish, Courtney and that intern are trapped in an elevator and any minute it's about to fall." Then she growled. "…and everyone is acting all casual about it!" She yelled but everyone else ignored her. "Ugh!" She then turned to Chris. "And you're just letting this happen?!"
Chris had a mouth full of toothpaste. "Can't you see I'm trying to get the taste of MARGI droll out my mouth!? If she and Courtney die, then that is one less spit wad in my coffee! Belch!"
"That's pretty harsh." Tyler added.
"Too bad no one cares. Now shut up, watch the blood bath to come, and eat some popcorn!" Eva barked while chucking a bag of corn at Tyler, hitting him on the head, once again knocking him out.
A loud creaking sound came from the screen and everyone (minus Tyler and Chris) looked up.
"Here it comes!" Beth squealed jumping in her seat.
Bridgette was surprised at everyone demoting so much hate onto one person and the friend of that person.
"I don't like that sound!" Margi screamed.
Courtney looked up and saw a small trap door and right as she got out the word 'Look' she started to get a sense of falling in her stomach. Both of the girls screamed when they were in midair.
"Oh god we're falling!" Margi cried while tightening her grip on Courtney, burying her face into her chest.
Courtney cupped Margi's face and forced her to look at her. "Stay calm we can get out of this okay?! We have made it through worse so focus! " She yelled. "Look," She pointed to the trap door. "That door is our only way out; you think you can pull it open?!" She said quickly.
Margi looked at the door panicked but then replaced that with a stern look. "Sir, yes sir!" She quickly saluted before she made a grab for the door. "I think…it's…err...budging." She grunted.
"Okay, okay, we're gonna make it…" Courtney muttered to herself, then took off her (Margi's) belt and tucked their video diary camera in the jacket's pocket. "We can use this to lasso the other wire!" She proclaimed while making a knot.
The elevator was past the 14th floor and the speed was increasing.
Courtney gasped. "Margi hurry!" She yelled as she was now on the ceiling of the elevator along with Margi.
Margi was upside down yanking hard at the door. "Almost…got it…" She grunted before the trap door flew open. Then the lights inside the elevator zapped out and both of them screamed.
Everyone was on the edge of his or her seats now. Bridgette who was holding the remote, screamed when they screamed, fumbled with it when she saw the lights go out and clicked a button so the night vision cam would turn on.
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Geez Malibu, take a pill."
"You're acting like this is a bad thing." Gwen added with her mouth full of popcorn.
"You all are insane!" Bridgette screamed.
"I second that, this is just too crazy; Even if it is Courtney!" DJ cried while ducking behind his mother who was shaking her head at the screen.
Courtney stopped screaming and tried as hard as she could to see out the door and saw the wire. She rapidly tried to latch on to the wire as Margi held her tightly by the waist and buried her head in Courtney's stomach trying not to panic. Courtney looked scared but very determined look that they were not going to die today.
Margi looked up at her best friend. "Come on Courtney! I think we're almost at the- AH!"
The screen went static and a loud exploding crashing sound came from not too far from backstage. Everyone was in shock at what just happened then after a minute or two all started cheering along with a few sections of the audience. Those who did not: Tyler, Lindsey, Noah, Justin, DJ, DJ's Mother, Trent, Owen, Geoff, Bridgette and Harold just sat there, in shock.
The interns dropped their weapons and ran towards the elevator all of them full of concern.
The smoke cleared out and there was the shaft smashed in. Chef shook his head.
"It was a short but bold battle, the enemy is terminated, let us take our hats off in respect," He said while removing his Chef hat. He closed his eyes and stood in silence for a moment before he glared at the interns. "Well, enough grieving, start digging the bodies out!" He ordered.
However, before the groups of boys entered the shaft the wire, still attached to the massacred shaft, was shaking like something…or someone was on it. Chef saw this and held hand up to stop the interns from digging, walked up to the elevator, peered in, and looked up.
Hanging on by the belt latch wrapped around the wire was in fact Courtney and Margi. Courtney was holding on to the belt with both hands while she had her legs wrapped around Margi's waist from behind. Margi was shaking and had her hat pulled down over her eyes.
Chef looked surprised to see them alive. "Aw, fuck." He said dully.
Margi uncovered one eye and saw they were still alive. "Oh my raw, we're alive. Courtney you did it! Woo!" She cheered. Then she started fist pumping. "She did it! She did it! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! We are not dyin' today. Woo! Not dying today! No, no, no, dying here today; I'm on a dying diet!" She chanted.
Courtney just sighed in relief and smiled at her friend.
Bridgette sighed in relief as well then sat down on the host sofa. She noticed her fellow cast mates had mixture emotions of relief and disappointment. Lindsey was the first to break the silence.
"Aw that was a cool ending." She chirped, clapping.
"That means Courtney is still alive and unharmed." Beth told her.
"Oh, so not a cool ending." Lindsey frowned crossing her arms.
"Woo-hoo! Geoff shouted tugging at his hat. "In your face D-man! Now pay up!" He added poking Duncan's arm.
Duncan reached in his pocket and pulled out a 10'. "Whatever." He groaned before crumpling up the bill and dropping it in Geoff's hat.
The party boy then turned to Harold and Trent and gave them each one-third of the bet wad in his hat. "Here your cut dudes."
"Knew she'd make it." Trent said, placing the money in his pocket. Duncan and Gwen questionably glanced at him again. Trent just shrugged. "What? It's just logic."
Harold nodded in agreement while counting his money. "I may not like her but I'm no fool, her quick thinking under pressure is what sealed the deal of survival; it happens all the time in action packed suspenseful movies for the main characters when placed in a dire situation."
"Aww stuff it Doris. Just because she has some skill, does not cut off the fact that she is a total sham. She agreed to play a character and play us this whole time!" Duncan growled.
"Emphasis on…character." Gwen hissed glaring at the screen while Cody patted her shoulder.
The audience mixed with cheers and boos as Chef dragged Courtney and Margi back onto stage in straitjackets. Courtney had a lazy look on her face and Margi was grinning ear to ear from the rush they just survived. Chris spat out his mouth wash, once again right on Geoff's face.
"Dude!" He shouted.
"Sorry." Chris waved off.
"No you're not!" Bridgette barked.
Chris ignored her and continued. "You all should have seen your faces when you thought Courtney and Margi were dead." He laughed pressing the remote showing the peanut galleries reactions. "Also, sets everything up for next time." Chris said with a chuckle.
Everyone eyes widened in horror.
"N-n-next time?!" Courtney stuttered.
"I really hope you're talking about a new cast." Bridgette said through her teeth.
"Nope I'm talking a whole…new…SEASON!" Chris announced as the audience cheered. "That's right ladies and gents, a whole new season with your favorite cast, AGAIN! Judging by the way they reacted to wanting to see someone die, this season will be cake for them." He added.
"Wait!? What he mean by that last sentence? We not gone die for real are we?" DJ croaked.
"Hmm, an opportunity to win my money back, perfect." Heather said smugly. "Don't know about you losers, but I won and no thanks to Zeke, lost the winnings. I am getting that million back."
"Don't you mean OUR million?" Alejandro asked narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah." Heather answered quickly not paying much attention.
"I don't think that this show is worth a million dollars of pain again, I'd rather go home." Beth said nervously.
Chris then winked at one of the cameras before smirking at the cast. "You mean you'd rather go home without…One…BILLION…DOLLARS?!"
Everyone (minus Courtney and Margi) gasped before jumping up in a standing ovation and cheered.
Courtney just glared at the screen when she saw how many of her enemies cheered on her almost death incident but just looked down at her lap and stayed quiet.
"Oh yeah Courtney and Margi, since the dirty laundry has been exposed, you will be playing the game too. If you either of you two wins, you can pay off my debt and finally go home. However, you are both still my interns, so you still have a lot of work to do. This now also includes tending to every whim of the other campers, just to make things more interesting." Chris ended laughing.
Courtney slowly looked up from her lap and saw that most of the others were glaring at her.
Margi however shook her head. "…and so we are back again…this time, we are in for a ride to hell counter clockwise."
Courtney just sighed. "I fucking hate my life."
Chris came and sat in between the doomed duo and glanced at Courtney. "Believe me, so do a lot of people and then some." He laughed while putting an arm around each girl's shoulder. Chris then glared at Margi. "And YOU just added another hundred grand to your debt for spitting in my coffee!" He complained.
Margi shrugged. "It was worth it."
Chris shoved the girls aside getting up. "Well now that THAT is cleared, before we head off to pack, the best host ever has another set of good news for you. I am throwing an awesome rap party for the cast; all at the best expense!" He announced earning another cheer from the cast.
"Seriously dude?" Geoff asked excitingly.
"Seriously?" Geoff asked dully.
Chris nodded. "Seriously."
"I thought you said that this was all at the best expense for us!" Heather yelled. "This is just the leftover area of the old beach party from season two, which by the way, looks like no one put effort to cleaning it up!" She kicked a can on the ground.
"It is at the best expense, for ME!" He laughed. "I needed most of the budget to throw my rap party invites automatically go for the crew and internship; I checked with the producers and they said the cast members are too young to go my adult party kiddies so…see ya." He said before laughing and getting onto the golf cart with Chef, and then he looked back. "Ready to go… Courtney? Margi?" He asked smirking.
Duncan eyes widen. "What?! They get to go to your ridiculously expensive party and we're here with scraps?" He shouted then glared as Courtney got on the golf cart along with Margi. "Besides old Courtney here is no older than us she shouldn't be able to go!"
Chris shrugged. "Well to keep the contract valid since technically she is an intern, I have to bring her or I'll get in big legal trouble, and I don't feel like dealing with that."
Gwen folded her arms and shook her head. "Figures that Courtney would do something like this. She's too good to swell down here with the rest of us."
"So you expect me to just sit here in this lame-o leftover party. Forget it! I'm going to pack and make my list of chores for little prissy bitch over there!" Heather spat glaring at Courtney before storming off to the hotel.
Courtney had her long dark hair up in a messy bun, had on grey eye shadow and dark purple lipstick. She was wearing a dark purple string bikini and a grey jacket over it, half way zipped. She also had on her diamond nose ring and diamond purple sun shaped belly button ring. Even though she looked ready to party; Courtney had a guilty look on her face and kept her head down.
Margi had on a gold cat hat on with purple poka-dots. She had on gold eye shadow and dark red lipstick. She was wearing a gold seashell bikini and purple flip-flops. Margi also had on a purple belt on with her camera on the hip. She patted Courtney's back and smiled. Courtney gave a small smile back.
Chris nodded in approval. "Lookin' good…But I still look better. Ha-Ha!" Running a hand through his over gelled hair.
Lashawna pointed at Courtney. "Wipe that grin off your face hefa! Because come time the game begins and WE get to boss you around, you are going down gurl! You hear me?!" She yelled as the others started to yell complaints and rude comments all at once.
They felt bad that Courtney was the center of negative attention but Bridgette and Geoff just stood there on the edge of the crowd in silence, before simply walking hand and hand away from the group.
Courtney small smile to Margi dropped as she covered her ears trying to block out all the hateful words and sank down further in her seat. Chris smirked at the drama.
He look towards the cast and gestured to Courtney. "Ya know, this is the perks of being undercover, you should have gone for this gig, and you could have been living in luxury all this time, like Courtney here."
Margi rolled her eyes. "Okay now you're just milking this," she said. "Can we go now?"
Chris shrugged. "Sure why not? See you all on set in two days in front of the cabins for kick off of Total….DEAD…ISLAND!" He announced as Chef drove them off.
Little did everyone know at a far distance watching the scenery is a green shadowy figure that snarled blood from its mouth holding a case full of ashes was watching the whole thing, caught the scent of fresh flesh, and distantly followed the golf cart.
Now, the story truly can begin.
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Me: Well...there we go.
Courtney: I thought you liked me!
Me: I do :O
Courtney: Then why is everyone ganging up on me?
Me: Because this is how the majority are feeling towards you on TV, I am just showing how you would be as an undercover intern living a mean girl lie this whole time. I mean giving that you played a bank teller, and a princess during season two, and you constantly complained to Chris, plus your sudden change in attitude after season one, it made look like you were working for him so… Hey it'll get better…not now but it will…
Courtney: Oh…I would never work for him but well I guess that's okay…but didn't you kick the other story off with someone throwing a party?
Me: Yeah but that was three years ago. I don't think the video game was made yet. Moreover, it is in the promo of Dead Island before the game starts. Anyways stop asking me question and say the disclaimer again.
Courtney: (rolls her eyes) Fine, Jazzy411TotalDramaWorldNews does not own the Total Drama Series or Dead Island. Review please and no flamers.