Chapter 2: BANG!... and then hell
Again, I do not own the rights to Total Drama Island or any of the characters used. Don is an O.C of mine.
Upon entering the dining hall, Don and Duncan found themselves overwhelmed by a wall of noise. Outside it had been quiet and peaceful. Inside was a whole other story. The noise was enough to give anyone a headache. As if every person in the hall was trying to be the loudest of them all. As one walked by the filled tables it was practically impossible to not eavesdrop on the numerous conversations.
"OH MY GOD I was so embarrassed….I can't believe he would do that…DUDE I was sooooo drunk last night!" The two boys passed by taking no interest in the mindless babble that made their heads pulsate in pain. Don rolled his eyes and tried to shut out the mini soap operas infecting the lives of his pupils. Everyone seemed to be stabbing one another in the back somehow; often for pointless reasons.
Duncan was more entertained by this circus. He thought to himself that that dining was a jungle. Dog-eat-dog, a pool of piranhas waiting to swarm at the first smell of blood. The two boys walked in silence, knowing that any attempt to converse would be out-yelled by the others. Eventually they reached an empty table at the corner of the room. Here is was a little quieter and one could actually talk, let alone here oneself think.
"You hungry?" Duncan asked paying more attention to an apparently amusing pepper shaker.
"Nah." Don signed. He realized he actually didn't wasn't actually hungry.
"Then why did we come here?!" Duncan turned his attention away from the pepper and to Don.
"Well, think of it this way, we were outside and bored and now…"
"We're inside and bored."
"….When you put it that way I suppose it sounds dumb doesn't it?"
"Hey guys!" The two boys turned there heads to find their friend DJ standing in front of them. He had a hoodie sweatshirt and worn jeans on and a messenger bag across his waist. The two had no doubt of wait was inside it. DJ sat down at the table and pulled something out of the bag. It was grey bunny rabbit was big shiny.
"Ahh! He's so cute!" Don's face lit up at the sight of the fluffy critter. His reaction drew a "WTF" look from Duncan.
"Dude…you so just gayed out right now."
"HEY! I can't help it if it's cute." Don turned his attention back to the rabbit and began petting softly on the head. DJ pulled a carrot out of the bag and gave it to Don.
"You wanna' feed him?" Don took the carrot and broke off a piece and gave it to the rabbit. As Don was distracted by the animal DJ and Duncan began to talk.
"So how are things?" DJ asked Duncan shrugging in response.
"Boring
"Yea, I know. Homework and partying get old fast." DJ reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded note. He placed it in front of Duncan who just sat and starred at it. "Well…are you going to read it?" DJ starred at Duncan, still starring at the note.
"Who's it from?"
"Courtney. She told me to give it to you."
"Are we a little old for note. A little high school-ish don't you think?" DJ laughed but said nothing in response. "What does it say?"
"I dunno, I didn't read it. She seemed angry when she gave it to me though." Duncan looked back at the note and began to think. Should he open it? What if it was bad? But what if it's not?
"So…are you going to open it?"
"I…I don't know." Duncan remembered that he and Courtney had fought earlier that day, and it was bad. Maybe she was breaking up with him. It was a true inner conflict. Human curiosity versus fear. Duncan picked up the note and looked up across the large room. His eyes scanned the sea of faces. At a table at the other side of the room he saw Courtney talking to Bridgette. She looked happy which made him feel good. He loved seeing her happy.
DJ starred awkwardly off in another direction waiting for someone to say something. Don was still playing with the bunny and Duncan was off in lala land.
"So…..anyone hungry?" DJ asked
"Not me." Don's attention was still on the ball of fluff. Duncan didn't answer.
At the moment before it happened something changed. One could feel something was wrong. A shiver went up some people's spines or others felt suddenly nauseous. Most shrugged it off not even paying attention. Over the loud chattering of the hall erupted a shattering bang. It echoed and shook the room. Multiple screams rang out. People shouted "He's shot! Someone help!" All three boys looked up to find what had happened. At the front of the room stood a man. He wore a black trench coat and had short black hair. On his face was a look of evil satisfaction, in his hand…a gun.