A/N: Thank you for the reviews, and taking your time to read this story. And also... watch for the signs....Silence...silence....silence. The whole camp was silent. No one spoke, the animals had gone away. The only sounds they heard was their own thoughts.
Bridgette didn't like the silence. "Soooo..." She started. Everyone turned their heads to the person who disturbed the deep silence. "So what?" Eva asked angrily.
"Guys, we can't stay silent forever." Bridgette continued. "Yes we can." Cody mumbled. Bridgette looked at him. "No, we can't. I know someone died who we were close to, but since doesn't that ever happen?" She asked.
"Since when do they die at the age of seventeen?" Gwen solemnly asked. "It just happened to be a freak accident that no one could predict. No one could have rescued him." She said.
Two slams echoed through the cafeteria. One was Gwen to attract attention as she gestured towards Cody, and the other was Cody when he slammed the door while running out.
"Gwen!" Bridgette shouted. "Bridgette!" Gwen shouted back. Bridgette narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Would Trent want you to act this way?" Bridgette asked. "Don't tell me what Trent would want! He's frickin' dead! He isn't able to tell us what he wants!" Gwen shouted.
"Gwen, I want you to look in a mirror to see what you've become, and if that doesn't work, look in your heart to see if what your doing is making you happy." Bridgette stated. Gwen didn't say anything, she just glared at Bridgette.
Bridgette sat down and started eating, counting to ten to cool off. She looked to her right to see Noah smiling. She didn't take any actions, but on the inside, she just wanted to punch him.
The campers were sitting at the camp fire. It was colder than usual, and Tyler and Izzy were switching off telling stories.
"And that is how I almost made it to be on the national hockey team." Tyler finished. Duncan snickered. "By being the only one who applied, and you still didn't get chosen. Wow man, that is sad." He said.
Izzy then interrupted by shouting. "I've got one! It's a scary story called The Ghost of Camp Wawanakwa, ooooh." She said twiddling her fingers in Tyler's face. Izzy began to tell them about a story where a ghost haunted this island, and killed everyone that stayed at the island for more than a week.
Ezekiel wasn't scared. "That's impossible Izzy, the human body can not be ripped in half by being hit by a car." He stated. Izzy hissed, and said something about not interrupting the oracle of C'thulu.
Noah rolled his eyes as Izzy continued, and Bridgette felt uncomfortable. It was beginning to get foggy, and then Izzy added in the middle of a sentence, "Oh ya, did I mention he came when the fog was coming in? No? Okay."
Then a howl echoed through forest, and once again, Izzy added something in the middle of a sentence. "Oh, did I mention only wolfs can see him, and they howl when they do? Really? Okay." She said.
Izzy finished when the main character died, and she pretended to get strangled. She did it realistically, screaming and kicking her legs. Heck, she even dragged herself through the fire. Geoff screamed in a high pitched tone, and hid behind DJ, who fainted.
Tyler pissed himself, Lindsay hugged Beth, even Duncan was scared. The only people immune to Izzy's insanity were Eva, Noah, and Ezekiel. Ezekiel yawned, Noah read his book, and Eva just plain didn't care.
"Uh! Izzy!" Heather shouted. Izzy started to laugh. "Oh my God! That was sooooo funny! I mean, all of you reacted except Ezekiel, Noah, and Eva, and I think Cody was scared, he just didn't show it." She stated.
Bridgette shook her head. It was late, so she was going to bed. Everyone left Izzy alone while she was laughing.
Izzy stayed a long time, giggling and talking to herself. Crack. She stopped. Izzy looked around for what made that noise. Crunch. Crack. Izzy looked to her right to see a shadow. The moonlight reflecting off a scythe.
Izzy went wide eyed as she saw the skull looking back The shadow raised the scythe, and slashed Izzy in half.
"Bridgette? Bridgette? Bridgette!" Bridgette woke up to the sound of Courtney's voice. "What?" "You were screaming in your sleep!" She shouted. Bridgette listened to hear Izzy still giggling in her cabin.
"Shut. Up. Izzy!" Gwen shouted angrily, then a thump was heard. Izzy began laughing more. "You missed me!" Bridgette looked relieved. "Thank God." She said. "Thank God someone's trying to assassinate Izzy?" Katie asked, getting down from her bed.
"No." Bridgette stated. "Something else." They left the cabin and were going to the mess hall.
When they arrived, it was crowded. All the campers were there besides Gwen. Chris was nowhere to be seen, however.
Harold walked back over to Bridgette. "Bridgette. I have been doing some research and I found something a lot like the predicament we are in." He started. Bridgette looked at some papers he managed to print out.
The Survivors of Flight 180. Bridgette scanned the page. She looked at the next one. The Pile Up of Route 23. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip. The Survivors of the Devil's Drop. She looked at Harold, who was staring back at her.
"Here's the newest one." He handed her a paper saying The Mckinley Speed Way Incident. She took the longest reading this one. "That's impossible." She stated. "Deaths like these don't happen on accident." Harold nodded.
"The most interesting part is that there was an order of how they died. The order of how they died in the vision. The backwards order of how they died. Even the order they sat on the roller coaster." He stated.
Bridgette thought for a moment. "Gwen!" Bridgette got up and ran out of the cafeteria. Harold then followed.
Gwen was in her cabin, laying in her bed. She thought about what Bridgette said. Then she got up, and looked in the mirror. She looked at every detail. Her bloodshot eyes, her tear stained cheeks. She then began sobbing.
"Trent... why did you have to go?" She asked. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... so sorry." She looked up.
A chill ran through the cabin. She shuddered, and went to turn on the heater. She went and sat down on her bed again.
Outside, a bear was waiting outside the cabin. He finished eating his kill and started to kick dirt over the carcass.
A tiny rock flew into the open window, and landed in the heater. It fell in between two gears and the machine started to struggle.
Harold and Bridgette opened the cabin door, and Gwen looked at them. "What do you want?" She asked bitterly. "Oh thank God you're okay." Bridgette said.
Then Gwen got up and pointed a finger at her. "Get. Out. Of. My. Cabin!" She shouted. A whine was heard, and then the heater started to shake and smoke. Harold looked at the heater then at Gwen.
The heater blew up, and Harold jumped and pushed Gwen out of the way. A sharp projectile flew through the air and skimmed Gwen's ear. Harold kept moving forward after he saved Gwen, and he landed on a bed.
Another piece of metal flew and splintered one of the wooden poles holding the top bed. The other three broke from the sudden distribution of balance. Harold didn't have time to react when the top bed fell from above, and crushed him from the waist up.
A small pool of blood formed at the floor of the cabin and Gwen screamed. Bridgette started to feel woozy.
Soon everyone was at the cabin. An ambulance was called and quickly arrived. Leshawna was looking towards Harold's dead body. She didn't say anything.
Bridgette was being questioned by the police. "How long have you known Harold." They asked. "Since the first season of the Total Dramas." She replied. After about twenty questions, they left.
They took Harold's body as well. Chris walked up. "Camper's. I'm afraid we will have to cancel the season. The boats will be here in twenty minutes." He announced, then walked off.
Everyone packed, traded addresses, phone numbers, and email addresses. Lindsay even started making a friend tree. "You see. All of my friends are on this tree at the top. The people I like less are on the bottom." She stated.
Bridgette noticed she didn't put Trent on the tree. "What about Trent?" She asked. "Who?" Lindsay replied. Bridgette shook her head.
The boats arrived, and everyone was going home. Bridgette also made sure to get everyone's address. The campers parted ways, said their final goodbyes, and went home to their loving families.
As Bridgette left, she was glad she never had to see the skull of Boney Island ever again. To make sure she didn't see it, she went down below as the skull watched the campers leave.
I am sorry this chapter was shorter, I just couldn't think of anything else to go on at the island. I'm sorry to all Harold fans, but that is just how the story goes. I am sure to make a longer chapter now that Bridgette is home. And yes, Gwen missed her death, but that doesn't mean she's safe...
Please R&R.
