[New chapter! I hope you guys like this fic, because I know I do! ^^]
Chris stands on the top left of the prison, next to Warden Chef. "Last time on Total Drama Imprisonment: We introduced our twelve contestants to the horrors of The Hole in Alcatraz Prison! Jasmine was the first to run from her cell, giving her an automatic elimination! After a rough day, Justin, the formerly-hot teen wonder eliminated himself, saying he was turning, -once again-, into an ugly monster! Mehehe! Hilarious! Now, only ten remain! Who will stay? Who will go? Will Mike be able to keep his personalities in check, as he tries to win Zoey back? Man, I hope not! But find out right here on Total Drama Imprisonment!
The theme song plays, and the only group awake are those in Dawn's cell. Zoey and Dawn sit on their beds, watching the sunrise from the view they got from the fully fiberglass wall.
"Her work is so beautiful..." Dawn mumbled, smiling at the view.
Confused, Zoey looks at Dawn. "Her..?"
"The Earthmother..." came the Swedish, female voice coming from Mike's body. "She is so gorgeous in all she does."
The two actual girls look at Svetlana, confused.
"How are you..?" Zoey asked, tilting her head.
"I have been given control." Svetlana answered, looking at the two. "We all have decided to... As you say... Share?"
"Mike would never allow that. ...Would he?" questioned Dawn.
"Ever since what happened between him and Zoey, he has given up control, and joined the fight against the Malevolent One."
Zoey sighs in acceptance, smiling. "Well, I'm glad that you've all chosen to work together for a change."
Svetlana nods in agreement. "Oh, yes! However I do have one problem." She looks around the room, which only has two beds. "I noticed that you, Dawn, slept on the floor. As Chris neglected to tell us that there are only two beds. If you would like, you may share with me, or even switch."
The nature enthusiast shakes her head. "Oh, no. It is quite alright. I do not need a bed for comfort, as long as I know nature is near."
"And thanks to you," added Zoey, "Nature is always near, in this room."
The three agree, and the camera switches to one of the rooms of two. Shawn and Rodney are both asleep in their beds. The one card to let Shawn in or out is laying on the nightstand, and Rodney is clutching a photo with Jasmine, Amy, Samey and Scarlett in it.
In Duncan, Gwen and Heather's room, the two darker individuals are asleep in the same bed, while Heather is snugly laying in one of her own.
Lastly, in the room of Sam and Scott, the gamer sleeps, with twelve handheld electronics littering his bed, all being charged. Along the walls are gaming systems of all types, and it's quite obvious that this is all Sam brought with him.
Suddenly, Chef's voice blares through the cabins from the intercom. "Good morning, Maggots! This is The Warden speaking! The time now is 0700! You are all to be dressed and in the Mess Hall in twenty minutes! Move it!"
As the voice quiets down, Scott groans, walking from his cell. "Ahh, the goodness of living on a dirt farm. I'm not tired! I wake up at this time every day!"
The two girls, along with a shirtless Mike, who is presumed to be Vito, walks to the Mess Hall. "A room wit two ladies? Now dis is da life!"
Zoey smacks the teen upside the head as Shawn exits his cell, closely followed by Rodney.
"C'mon, Rod!" Shawn yells out, holding the card in his hand. "The door locks automatically, so you can't get in or out without either me or Chris!"
"Why didn't you let me have one too?" Rodney asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"What if you turn into a zombie?! You'll have access to my lair! It's all about safety!" came the reply.
Heather quickly runs from her cell, gagging. "Oh my GOD." she exclaimed, obviously disgusted. "They were sharing a bed! She let him in her bed! What if they-?!"
Just then, Heather had her hair pulled by Gwen. "Shut it, Heather. Nothing happened. I just... Couldn't let him lay on the floor like that!"
Duncan nodded in agreement. "Yeah! We're broken up! It's done. Over."
The seriousness in his voice made Gwen frown lightly. "Yeah... Over."
Over the intercom, a familiar voice chimes in. "This just in! Chris' new intern finds out that Gwen is still into Duncan!"
Just then, from the Mess Hall, Jay appears. Using a walking stick for support, he smiles and speaks. "I had surgery between seasons. I need to rest a lot, but my legs should be good within a couple months..."
Gwen smiles, running up to the less-known cast member and hugs him, recognizing him from the Haunted Horror season. "Jay! That's great!"
Returning the hug, Jay smiles. "Thanks. I'm really glad to be here, walking again. Even if it's only for now. I need to rest my legs every so often, so my chair is still around."
"And who's going to be helping you when you need it..?" Zoey asked, concerned.
"That's the bad part..." came Jay's reply, his voice going to a whisper, as if he's trying to not get noticed by someone.
Right after this is said, Mickey pokes her head from the mess hall. "Guys, challenge is ready! Hope you're hungry... I want this to go by fast..." she said, mischief in her voice.
Vito rubs his bare stomach as he walks into the Mess Hall. "Oh, hells yeah! Chow time, huh?" he says, not knowing what's in store.
Sam's stomach growls, and he grins.
Heather, Duncan and Gwen all look at each other, remembering this from the first season.
"I don't quite want to eat, if this is what I think this is..." Gwen mumbled, looking around.
To that, Duncan replies. "Awh, it won't be that bad. After what we've eaten, we can do this!"
"Welcome to your second challenge of the season!" Chris said, standing on the edge of the long, metal table. "Legally, prisons are required to give their prisoners three square meals a day! Breakfast, lunch and dinner! But..."
Interrupted, Gwen speaks up. "Yeah, yeah! We know! It's a gross eating contest!"
"Ahem!" yelled the host. "As I was saying... Do we care what the law says? It's fasting day!"
The prisoners seem unhappy at this, looking at Chris in disgust.
"You're going to starve us on international TV?!" asked Gwen, glaring at him.
Shawn grins at this. "Hah! Another challenge made just for me! Fasting is a part of my training regimen!"
"Obviously, Shawn of the Dead gets a challenge made just for him!" yelled Heather, irritated.
"Shut it, maggots!" came the booming voice from the kitchen, obviously belonging to the Warden. "This is how this works! You will be in here until there is a winner! Food will be placed all over the table! If you even take a nibble, you're out! Understood?!"
Mickey snickers at the challenge. "If Owen were here, we wouldn't even have a challenge. He would eat everything."
At that, Chris speaks up. "Exactly why he's not in this season!"
Warden Hatchet emerges, placing tray upon tray of food on the table.
"This actually seems..." Heather begins.
"Edible..." finishes Zoey.
"And your challenge starts..." Chris said, smirking. "Now!"
Rodney licks his lips, staring at the food.
Sam groans as the food is placed down.
Shawn confidently leans back, crossing his arms.
Heather growls, glaring at Chris. "I can't believe you're making us do this."
Two hours pass, and the contestants begin to seem less enthusiastic about this challenge. However, some stay strong.
"You think I ate the crap they fed me in Juvy? Nope!" snickered Duncan.
Gwen holds her stomach, leaning down. "Man, I would rather be doing the Awake-athon again..."
Dawn looks at the food, shaking her head. "Chris, this is all meat. I would not eat it, even if my life depended on it."
Scott eyes the food and looks at Chris. "Awh, man... If only I was raised on a dirt farm, where we hardly ever get to eat! Oh wait... Hehe..."
Mike, who seems to be himself, looks around. "So... No eating? Easy enough... I hope..."
Zoey rolls her eyes as she notices Mike is now as himself. "Oh, decide to come back and face me?"
Gulping, Mike looks back at the redhead. "I... Yes..?"
"Was that a question..?!" she retorted, narrowing her eyes at him.
"N-No. I wanted to-" he started, before gasping, and allowing the front of his hair to fall over one eye. "To show you that, no matter what, I can still get out whenever I want..."
Another gasp is heard, and Mike returns to his regular self, fixing his hair.
The rest of the contestants look at him.
"What was that..?" asked Duncan, staring at him, a slight bit of fear in his eyes.
Confused, Mike looks around. "What was... What?"
"Great, now he can take control, and not even let the others know?!" examined Gwen.
"Apparently..." replied Zoey.
In the middle of this all, Rodney is seen eating one of the legs of chicken left out, looking down in shame.
"One down! Now, Rodney! The fun part! Your job is to describe the food as you eat, tempting the other contestants into eating as well!"
Smiling widely, he looks around the table, trying to sense who would be the easiest to tempt.
As he looks, he spots Heather, angrily scowling at everyone. Immediately, his eyes widen and he blushes. "H-Heather.."
The girl looks back at him and raises her brow. "What do you want, lumberjack?"
"My antelope likes... pineapple with... a turkey in my... pocket..." he mumbles, his words obviously making no sense.
Giving him an odd look, Heather's stomach grumbles at the words. "Pineapple..? Turkey..? Mmm..."
Smirking, Shawn looks at Heather. "I think he's trying to say he likes you. He's just... Not the best with words."
"Excuse me..?" came the reply, "The Biggest Loser is into me? No thank you!"
"But.." whimpers Rodney, tearing up.
Heather looks back at Chris. "Chris? If I eat, can I leave? I don't want to be around the Iron Giant..."
The host nods, and Heather grabs a sandwich, staring Rodney in the eyes as she takes a bite, stands up and leaves.
"Heather! No!" he jumped from his chair, shaking his head.
He hears the door to her cell slam and he pouts.
He slumps onto the bench as Chris announces that there are only eight people left in the challenge.
The challenge goes on for a couple more hours.
Sam gives in mere minutes after Heather leaves.
About a half hour afterwards, Duncan eats, obviously not caring.
Gwen, following Duncan's lead, eats, and then leaves with him to their cabin.
Chris speaks up at this. "And that brings us to our final five! Mehehe... Time to up the ante a little bit! Oh, Warden!"
Warden Hatchet comes out with four covered plates on a tray, speaking in a somewhat kind voice. "The interns have contacted all of your families, in hopes of finding out your favorite foods. Delicacies that you could never resist, on your pathetic little lives..."
"Dawn!" he said, putting a plate down in front of her. "Steamed asparagus, with a thick butter sauce..."
Moving on, he gets to Scott. "Farm boy, you get..." he starts, opening the platter right in front of him. "Banana nut muffins... Fresh from the oven. Your pappy's own special recipe."
Walking to Shawn, he sets the plate down. "For zombie boy... A bacon burger, served extremely rare, along with thin cut fries."
"And lastly..." he said, walking to Mike and Zoey with only one plate left. "Chocolate chip pancakes, topped with strawberries and hazelnut syrup."
As he sets the plate down, the ex-couple look at each other.
"We have the same..?" Mike asks.
Zoey only crosses her arms, looking up.
"Now... Starve!" Chris yells at the remaining five.
They sit there, all eyeing their favorite foods.
Jay walks around, the tap pif his walking stick audible as he then leans down and whispers to Zoey. "Hey, Red... If you eat, Mike will too. He'll do anything to be able to talk to you again. And if you're truly mad at him..." the rest of his words are incomprehensible, but what he says obviously has meaning to the redhead.
Listening to his words, she rips off a piece of the stack of pancakes, popping it in her mouth and smiling lightly. "Mmm..." she mumbled.
As if on cue, Mike does the same.
"Three to go!" Chris said loudly as Mickey walked between Shawn and Dawn. She's seen talking to them, but her words go unheard.
The pair then dig into their favorite foods, leaving Scott as the only one left.
"And the winner is... Scott!"
The farm boy jumps up happily, grinning. "Yes! Haha!"
"And as your reward..." Chris continued, smirking. "You and your cellmate get to eat in style for the rest of the competition!"
Scott looks at Chris and shakes his head. "Hmm... No thanks! I think, instead, I'll give that to the interns. They obviously had a big hand in helping me win. I mean, whenever they spoke to anyone, they ate!"
Chris looks at Jay and Mickey with a chuckle. "Well, there you two go! Food for the rest of your days in Alcatraz, for apparently being the first good interns we've had!"
Happy, the pair walk off into the kitchen as Chris looks at the contestants that are still in the room. "Meet me in the courtyard in ten, along with the rest of your cellmates! Time for an elimination!"
After the given time passes, Chris looks at the ten prisoners, along with the two interns, in the area.
"In a minute, you will all go vote! One of you will be given a key, and will be eliminated from the game for good! You may vote for anyone except for Scott, who won the challenge! Now, go!"
A few minutes pass, and Chris stands with nine bags of jerky and a key.
"You've all picked one person you wanted out. And one of you just had more votes against them than the others." the host started. "This beef jerky signifies that you're still in the game, surviving the past that these wall have had. The first bag of jerky goes to Scott, for winning today's challenge."
As the bag is thrown to the farmhand, two others are thrown to Heather and Duncan. "You two are also safe! Along with... Gwen, Rodney and Dawn."
The bags fly to the next three, as only three bags remain. "Shawn, Mike, Zoey and Sam. Each of you have received at least one vote. However... Having only one each, Shawn and Sam are safe! Your cellmates should be kept in check though."
The pair look at their respective cellmates, shaking their heads.
"Mike and Zoey... The final two of All-Stars, are now the bottom two in this episode. And the last bag goes to..."
In the midst of the silence, a small laugh is heard from Mike, only it's not of his voice. It's of Mal's. "Jay and Mickey tried to convince three of the final five in this challenge to vote me off. So I retaliated... By getting four others to vote for you. Sam, Duncan, Gwen and Heather... I thank you for your assistance. You all, along with Chester, who has bonded with me over our dislike of nuisances, have unknowingly won me my freedom."
Chuckling, Chris nods. "He's right! With only three votes against him, Mike gets the final bag! And with five against her, Zoey gets tonight's key!"
The two teens are passed their respective items, as Mike gasps, turning fully into himself, looking at the bag. "I... I'm safe? Sweet!"
Chris looks at him oddly, obviously still not understanding him completely, but nods. "Yeah! And you also got Zoey kicked off! Congrats!"
I... What?!" Mike asked, distressed as the girl walks towards the inside of the building.
"Mike... Mal... Whoever you are! This isn't over.." she said, followed moments later by the slam of a heavy iron door.
"And... That's it for this week, eh? What a hell of an elimination! With three cabins having only two people left in them, we're gonna be having some big immunities soon! But who will it be? Who's gonna be our big loser next week? Find out next time on Total Drama Imprisonment!"