Episode 3: Who's It Gonna Be?


Day Two, Immunity Challenge

Malcolm looked at the jungle that was ahead of him. Just behind him was the sparkling ocean, but it was not a part of the beach that any tribe possessed. A series of buoys were spread out, forming a square about forty feet on each side. All these markers were roped together by rope. Halfway down the ropes heading away from the beach were two poles, each indicating the halfway mark. Finally, there was a secure platform with a chair for the aging man to sit on. Beside him was a table with a small cover on it.

"Come on in, guys!" Malcolm said in his trademark announcers voice. On cue, the two tribes came out single file, everyone wearing their swimsuits. The Jumping Seagulls emerged first, with Simon carrying a thin yellow banner. The rest of that tribe followed the groomed black-haired man. Behind them were the Flying Monkeys, with Rickie carrying a respective orange banner. The line split between the tribes and they got on their corresponding mats.

"Are you ready for your first Immunity challenge?" the host asked. Everyone nodded.

"Alright, each tribe got a clue that led to Tree Mail earlier today. In Tree Mail was a clue for today's challenge. I assume everyone got that message." everyone nodded.

"Today's challenge will be like a game of basketball, only in the water. I will be the referee and will make all calls. Each round, you will bring in five people; one center, two forwards, and two guards. Everyone will meet in the center of the court, and I will put the ball in play. Once then, you will try to get the ball in your net, each one will be represented by your tribe color. You are free to fight your way to the net. Once someone scores a basket, you will swap out your team and bring in five more people. First tribe to three will win Immunity and will be safe from Tribal Council tonight."

Malcolm then went to the table next to him and removed the cover, reveal a wooden tiki statuette.

"Losers will go to Tribal Council where someone will be voted off tonight. I will now give you a minute to strategize." Malcolm then started to make his way to his chair.

The Flying Monkeys got themselves in a huddle.

"Alright, now I think we shouldn't be throwing in all of our athletic powerhouses in at once. Because then, we'll have an entire team of underdogs." Rickie suggested. He knew that by now, most of the tribe had accepted his leadership.

"Now I think we should throw in Riley as the stronghold for the first round." the brown man stated.

"Alright!" Riley shouted. Mystery, who was next to her, cupped her mouth.

"Thank you, Mystery." Rickie commended.

"No problem." the girl in black pigtails expressed.

"Um, not to brag or anything, but I think I'd be a better contender," Jordan announced.

"Well, it's not really a matter of skill, it's just we need to limit the true athletic strength in each round so that every set of five has at least one athlete," Rickie said. Nervous, he continued; think he acted a little mean.

"Um...of course, all of us are great athletes. It's just that...um...I don't want to overestimate." the brown man made out shakily. Jordan placed a hand on Rickie's shoulder.

"It's alright. Besides, it's hard to be this strong." the blonde defended while boastfully showing off his physique. His body wasn't too muscular, but it was enough to break even with the rest of the tribe.

"Now Cedric, you look like you have potential, so you'll be the center in the next round," Rickie told the brown man with the blue mohawk.

"I think Macy should be thrown into center this round," Cedric suggested, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Back off!" Macy warned.

"Jordan, you'll go in the third round and then we'll repeat that." Rickie finished.

"You know, Rickie, I do have some physical strength." Lola jumped in.

"You can be a guard in the first round. Anyway, who else wants to volunteer?" Rickie asked. No one really rose their hands.

"I don't really care, I'll just do it," Riley said openly.

"Anyone else?" the brown man asked. Still, no one raised their hand.

"Alright, I'll just have to make up a system."

Rickie pointed at Macy and began to do "Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo." After going around, he landed on Anders. The hipster then surprisingly bowed.

"I will give you a great act!" the pale man vowed. Rickie looked at him confused.

Rickie repeated the procedure and this time, and this time picked Benny and Mystery.

"Alright," Benny said.

"Okay." the girl in pigtails responded.

The brown man went through the ranks one last time and picked Macy.

"I can't!" Macy exclaimed. The others hushed her.

"You were selected fair and square, Macy. You have to work with us." Rickie explained.

"No! I will not! I will throw the challenge!" Macy whined. Rickie then sighed.

"Alright, I'll go in your place." the brown man compensated.

The Jumping Seagulls quickly compromised the first round pick. They had on their side Cooper, Skylar, Aubrey, Simon, and Anthony. The tribe waited patiently for the Flying Monkeys to pick their team.

Once the teams were selected, they made their way into the water court and met in the center. Malcolm was perched in his chair with a white ball in the air.

"Play!" the aging man announced as he threw the ball toward the two teams. Rickie was the first to get the ball, and he quickly passed it to Anders. Skylar and Aubrey then proceeded to chase the hipster. Riley noticed this and started to charge at the two other girls.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" the rainbow-haired girl cried as she grasped the opponents and slammed them into the water. She resurfaced and attempted to drown Aubrey and Skylar.

"DIE, YOU TWO!" she screamed. The girl was then pulled back by Rickie.

"Don't kill them, Riley." the brown man responded calmly. He then noticed that Anders scoring a basket.

"Point to the Flying Monkeys!" Malcolm announced. The tribe celebrated as they made their way out of the court. Cedric grasped Macy's arm and started to drag her out.

"Alright, Round Two!" he cheered.

"Get your arm off me!" Macy yelled.

"Nope! It's your turn, honey." Cedric affirmed. The woman continually attempted to break from the sadist's grip but to no avail.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she cried. Rickie tried to jump in.

"Come on, Cedric. Don't put her through this," he said.

"No! She needs to learn that people don't always get what they want!" the man with the blue mohawk argued.

"Cedric! Please don't do this." Lola pleaded.

"We need to get back to the challenge." Melika chimed in.

Despite their wishes, Cedric continued to pull Macy toward the ocean.

"We are getting back to the challenge!" Cedric responded to Melika.

"CEDRIC!" everyone yelled. The man with the mohawk sighed and released Macy. The brown woman rubbed her skin.

"You jerk! You almost ruined my skin with your meaty hands!" she retorted.

"Alright, so Jordan and Macy will sit out with the rest of us. Everyone else, get out there." Rickie commanded. The remaining players made their way onto the court. The Jumping Seagulls had sent out Monica, Natasha, Johnny, Angel, and Benjamin.

Malcolm was propped back up on his white chair with the ball. The players approached the center of the water court and looked up at the host.

"Play!" the sphere flew in the air before being caught by Cedric.

"Cedric! Over here!" Lola yelled. The sadist ignored her, however. Johnny attempted to tackle him. However, Cedric was able to slam into the nerdy brunette.

Benjamin rushed over to pick him up.

"Thanks," Johnny replied.

"It's all co-" however he was interrupted by Malcolm's announcement.

"Point to Flying Monkeys!"

The two looked to see Cedric jumping in cheer as he rushed back to the shoreline.

Dismayed, the members of the Jumping Seagulls rejoined their tribe. Among one of them was Angel. The pale blonde did what she could, but stood no chance to Cedric's wrath. She was awaited explicitly by Simon, who still managed to wear a bowtie for the occasion. The man, who's groomed hair was now a watery mess, placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You did what you could," Simon told her.

Angel smiled as she glanced into his slightly tanned complexion that contrasted greatly from her ghost-like figure.

"COME ON GUYS! WE'RE LOSING!" Alexis whined.

Angel and Simon gathered with the "smaller" girl to contemplate their next round.

"Yeah, seriously. Are we really that bad?" Monica sneered.

"WE NEED TO WIN, GUYS! FOR MAMA!" Alexis cried.

"Well then, don't you think it's time you went out there." Monica continued.

"Without anybody big to protect me?! Everyone else already went!" Alexis complained.

"I'll go in." Simon volunteered.

"So will I!" Cooper said.

"I will die for you!" Benjamin jumped in.

Natasha shrugged. "What the hell?"

"The four of us are at your service." the black-haired "slave" stated.

The moment didn't last very long before a scream from the other tribe.

"NO!" Macy cried.

"You're the only person that hasn't completed yet!" Cedric said as he dragged toward the water.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she screamed.

"That ain't gonna work, tuts!" the man with the Mohawk responded.

"I'M CALLING MY DADDY!" the brown girl said as she attempted to rush back to retrieve her purse.

"We confiscated all electronic devices." Malcolm intervened from his chair in the water.

"WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED WORLD IS THIS?!"

"This is Survivor; a game on a tropical island completely isolated from the society we were used to."

"On top of that, Cedric does have a point. Every member of a tribe has to compete in this challenge. If anybody refuses to compete, then their whole tribe forfeits the challenge."

The Flying Monkeys gasped before going on a banter. They were all pleading Macy, the alpha-girl, to compete and place her interests aside. Cedric drew her near and put his mouth to her ear.

"You don't compete, and you're dead!" he silently threatened.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" Macy said grinding her teeth.

"I don't want the team to win, I just wanna see you get wet," Cedric explained.

"You're a sick monster! You know that?" the brown girl whispered.

"Call me a monster, I just flat out don't care."

Macy continued to restrain before a thought came to her mind.

"You know, Cedric, if you let me forfeit, then you'll get to see the whole team suffer."

Cedric pondered for a minute.

"If I let you go, you will NOT throw me under the bus! Do you understand?" he whispered.

"Trust me on this," Macy said.

Cedric couldn't help his sadistic urges.

"You got yourself a deal." he complied. He then let go of the brown girl and faced Malcolm.

"She won't do it," Cedric announced.

The rest of the Flying Monkeys stirred up a commotion.

"She just won't budge." the man with the blue mohawk stated.

"Macy, are you sure you don't want to do this?" Malcolm asked from his chair.

"I would rather DIE than go in that water!" she sneered.

"In that case, Jumping Seagulls win immunity," Malcolm announced.

The Jumping Seagulls cheered as the host made his way down from the chair. Most of the Flying Monkeys gave Macy ugly looks, but the alpha-girl was unfazed.

Malcolm grabbed the coveted statuette and handed it over to Simon.

"Jumping Seagulls, you are safe and have earned yourselves another two days here. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

The winning tribe complied and filed out victoriously. Once they were out of sight, Malcolm turned to the Flying Monkeys.

"Flying Monkeys, I will see you at Tribal Council tonight where one of you will be voted off tonight. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

They did as such as they headed out with darkened spirits and moral.


The Jumping Seagulls were discussing their victory as they approached their campsite along the beach. Simon placed the Tribal Immunity on the roof of the shelter as he went over to Angel who was still in her pink bikini.

"Hey, Simon." the blonde greeted.

"Good afternoon, Madam Angel." the man greeted.

Angel couldn't help but chuckle. Now having done his greeting, Simon found a seat on the sandy beach. The butler turned toward the girl, whose pale skin was burnt from being out in the sun. Strands of her sandy, wet hair were returning to the wavy blonde he had known her for. He also took respect to her beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"You know, Simon, I was wondering if you wanted to ally with me," Angel said.

To Simon, it was no more than doing everything the girl said. But he didn't care about that, for he was born to do so.

"Definitely..." he answered timidly. He wasn't sure why he stopped dead in his tracks.

Angel, however, just smiled.

"Great." she cheered.

Simon took in her response and remained silent, unsure how to carry on with the conversation. He wanted to continue but didn't know what to say.

"So...still can't believe we won that challenge." he made out.

"Yeah, that Macy girl. She acts just like my brother." Angel said.

"You have a brother?" Simon asked.

"Yes, his name is Dylan. He's eleven, and he's really annoying!" she responded.

"I've always been an only child."

"Well then, you must have it pretty easy," Angel said.

"If you want me to be honest, then it is "easy." the butler pointed out.

"What is it like?" the blonde asked.

"Well, I spend my days in school and then the afternoons at work."

"Where do you work?"

"I work for the Tysons, a wealthy family that lives just outside my hometown. I go in there, clean up their house, tutor their children, and tend to their garden."

"Sounds boring," Angel replied.

"Not really. If anything, it's the best part of the day. School is a bore, and I can never wait to get there. So in the meantime, I warm myself up by assisting my peers. That way, I'm already for the Tysons' service come 2:15." Simon told.

Angel giggled.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" he asked.

"Well, um...my school doesn't really have a "butler." It's just an ordinary high school. In fact, I'll be graduating this upcoming June." she said.

"Do you plan to go to college?" Simon asked. Angel nodded her head.

"Which one?"

"I recently got accepted into Syracuse." the blonde cheered.

"What do you plan to major in?"

"I haven't decided yet, but my mom's very supportive," she answered.

"You must have a really nice mother," Simon said.

"Yeah, she's the greatest person who ever lived!"

Simon just smiled, taking in Angel's happiness.


Johnny awkwardly approached Benny, who was resting in the shelter.

"Um...thanks for helping me out earlier..." Johnny made out.

The artificial redhead rose to face the skinny brunette.

"Why are you coming up to me like this?" he asked, confused.

"It was rather kind of you. The least I could do is thank you for it."

Benny still looked puzzled by Johnny's actions but went along with it.

"It was only best," he responded lightly.

Johnny sighed to himself and walked off.

On the other side of the camp, the light brunette, Aubrey had been witnessing the event while sitting in the sand. She couldn't exactly make out the words they were uttering. However, she came to her own conclusions.

Aubrey got up from the sand and started to make her way to Johnny, who was leaning against a tree.

"Hi." she greeted.

"Hey Aubrey, how are you?" the male brunette asked in return.

"Good...um...can I ask you a question?"

Johnny simply shrugged.

"Sure."

Aubrey then scratched the back of her neck.

"Are you...in love with Benny?" Aubrey asked.

Johnny's forest green eyes widened.

"What?!" he said, shocked.

"It's okay if you don't want to admit it right away. When confronted with discomfort, a turtle will hide away in its shell. But once he's had some time he'll come out right out of the closet. Feel free to visit me when you're ready."

Aubrey then gave Johnny a hug and a pat on the back before going back to where she was. Johnny looked on, incredibly confused by the events that just occurred.


Anthony sat in the shadows, alone. He hadn't speculated on anyone needing him for strategy or maintaining the camp. There also wasn't much necessity to engrave upon the sun-deprived soil or the dark bark attached to the tropical trees. He was in a state of bliss; one where he didn't need anyone around or pieces to be represented in the real world. He had his imagination where he knew he was above all. He could craft anything instantaneously and animate them to take part in adventures of his choosing no pen or paper needed. He wished he could spend his entire life in this condition, but the permanent presence of people struck him down into place. He had no way of ascending the hierarchy that they established yesterday, and he found no purpose in trying to fight a war that was already lost.

Little did the spiked-haired man know that a particular redhead that he encountered earlier was coming back. The tanned girl crouched down and observed the loner who was in a similar statement from her earlier encounter.

"Hey there." she welcomed.

Anthony merely sat there, assuming that he had not heard. The redhead, however, was not convinced.

"Why don't you get down and dirty?"

She quickly looked around before stumbling upon the sparkling ocean.

"Looks like nobody's in the water. Why don't you stun them by plopping yourself in?" she said enthusiastically.

Still, Anthony remained silent. The redhead acted quickly and reached for a nearby stick. She held it up to the spiked-haired man.

"Why not try to stick this up somebody's nose!"

She looked back and saw Angel, who was sleeping on the sand.

"Try that girl! She'll never see it coming!" she said pointing to the pale blonde. Anthony, however, remained uninterested.

To the redhead, anyone who attempted to integrate the spiked-haired man to the social community would've been considered an extremist at best. At worst, somebody who has no one else to interact with. She assumed herself to be the former; before coming out to the island, she was one of the most confident and easygoing people at her high school. Although only being sixteen, she was known for hosting many parties with her peers and her exceptional presence and participation at them.

"Why are you doing this?..." a soft voice echoed.

The redhead, surprised, turned around and saw that the words had come out of the spiked-haired man's mouth.

"Doing what?" she asked in return.

"Talking to me?..."

To the redhead, it was surprising how anyone would ask that. Everything, to her, seemed like one of her parties.

"Well it's never fun to be missing out on the fun," she answered.

Anthony was rather unconvinced.

"Please...go away..." he requested.

"But...don't you want to win?" the redhead asked, twirling her hair.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..." the spiked-haired man said.

The redhead was always saddened by loners but knew better than to get under their skin. Respecting his wishes, she got up and returned to the shelter.

As Anthony looked on at the girl, he thought about the promise he made to himself before he left. He knew that he would gain his courage to become a part of an alliance, pact, or even just a friendship. He knew the way to it, and a gate just flew by for him to enter. He felt bad for himself, for being too timid to take an opportunity that was slapping him clean in his face. He thought about getting up to catch up with the redhead, but he looked upon the sun that was shining brightly onto his fellow tribe members and how to chill it was in the shadows. He was used to being chill, and his instincts wanted to keep him from getting burned.


Alexis was sitting in the shelter, trying to escape the heat that Borneo brought to all its inhabitants on a consistent basis. With an effort only built on several hours, little timber wouldn't suffice. She complained as it got even hotter in the shelter. She wanted to avoid the water because she had just dried off, however as she heated up, the idea grew from its roots in her options to its bark coated log in her desires and finally peaking in the leaves of necessity. She never bothered to change out of her icy blue bathing suit so a swim would be a run down the beach away.

Jerking upward, she sprinted with her scrawny legs kicking hard against the sand before diving into the water. It was still warm due to the sun's everlasting exposure upon it, but it provided more benefit than the shelter. The blonde took in what she could while keeping her body underwater. It was only when her tiny lungs had used up its air that she arose, gasping.

Meanwhile, Cooper had watched Alexis make her desperate journey to the watery resolution to her overheating. He knew that she was too young for his interests, but found another use for people like her.

Making his way over, he found a seat on the submerged sand beside the wet blonde.

"I can tell you were hot," Cooper said.

Alexis turned around to discover him. Frightened, she tried to move away.

"Get away from me, you weirdo!"

"No. No. No. I only focus on older women, so you don't have to worry." Cooper clarified.

Trying to act in character, Alexis inched her way back; her big blue eyes filled with doubt.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" she asked, worriedly.

"You know, nobody really likes having a little kid like you running around camp. Sooner or later, they'll grow annoyed with you and vote you out." Cooper explained.

"Nah uh! They love me just for the way I am!" Alexis argued.

Cooper merely chuckled.

"How innocent! I wish I could be your age again; where everything appeared perfect and happy and had rainbows spewing out of every opening. But I guess we all need to get a reality check at some point." he said.

"It's not true!"

"Well let me ask you this. If you were a senior in high school and you had prom coming up, would you pick a boy your age?" Cooper asked.

Alexis started to think about her answer, but the male continued.

"Didn't think so. But I have a plan that will help you out."

The younger blonde looked on at Cooper.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You see, I kind of need your help too. And there's an exceptional way that you can do that. You see, all you have to do is vote with me, talk with me, and play with me. It's called an alliance." he said patronizingly.

Alexis continued to listen.

"But if you say 'yes' to it then you have to stay with me all the way through. You can't vote for anyone else unless I say so, you can't help them, and you can't join an alliance with them. So, will you join?" he asked.

The girl had to think about the matter for a moment. She knew the guy was an idiot, but she couldn't break character as a seven-year-old girl.

"Okay." the female blonde agreed.

Cooper then reached out his hand to the girl.

"Thank you. I know that we will do great together."

Innocently, Alexis grasped the man's hand and shook it.


Natasha was watching Skylar return from her visit in the shadows.

"Hey there!" the dark girl cheered.

The redhead turned and noticed Natasha.

"Oh hi!" Skylar greeted.

She then made her way over to her.

"So...what were you doing back there?" Natasha asked.

Skylar thought about what the spiked-haired man had said to her just recently.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..."

The redhead was no person who liked to disrespect the wishes of others.

"...Nothing really. Just thought I'd get some shade." she responded.

Natasha listened but saw a mysterious figure sitting against one of the trees in the shadows. In fact, the same one that Skylar was just visiting. She knew it wasn't her business, but a spark of suspicion started to circulate.

"Uh huh," Natasha said.

"So, do you want to talk strategy?" the redhead asked.

The dark girl shook her head.

"Trust me, I came out here to make friends; considering I'm not really popular at school right now," she said as she started to drift on a walk.

Skylar started to follow.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know, really. I did have friends for a while. We would play games, cheat with each other on tests, and sit with each other at lunch. But when I was in eighth grade, they said they were moving."

"Moving where?" Skylar asked.

"Well, there were three others. One of them was Erin, and she moved to Alaska because her father became the president of the fishing industry there. Another was Terri, and she moved to Brazil as an exchange student. Finally, there was Noel, who moved to Afghanistan to help a young boy with no family."

The redhead was baffled.

"That sounds a little extreme...don't you think?" she asked.

"Well there was nothing Erin could do about his father, but Terri and Noel are just outstanding people. I bet they'll win the Nobel Prize one day!" Natasha cheered.

Skylar placed aside her confusion and went along with it.

"So what happened after?" she asked.

"Well once high school started, nobody popped up to be my friend. I tried asking them, but they said that they all said that they're too busy with high school. And they're right; you have all that homework, some of them do sports, and others just have clubs. Who has time for friends?" Natasha responded.

Skylar was considering more and more of verbal intervention, but she knew she wasn't a meddler.

"Well...that's interesting," she replied.

"So. What's your life like?" Natasha asked.

"Well...I go to a lot of parties. They're entertaining! Lots of boys, girls, and just people I know." the redhead said.

Natasha smiled in amazement.

"Wow! Everyone you know plus you must be a super league! You probably get that homework done super quick, and you do clubs very quickly; leaving time for parties and stuff. I wish I could be like you!" the dark girl said.

Skylar scratched the back of her head.

"Um...yeah." she made out.

Little did the two girls know that Monica was making her way over to them.

"Hey girls!" she said, bursting out.

The two others turned at the girl with utter surprise. And a sense of eccentricity showed in her plastered smile and her messy auburn ponytail.

"Oh...hey Monica." Skylar made out awkwardly.

"What'ya guys talking about?" she asked eagerly.

"Nothing much, really," Natasha responded.

Skylar was overwhelmed with confusion and could barely comprehend how usual Monica's sudden outburst appeared to the dark girl.

"Natasha, can I talk to you in private?" Monica asked.

The dark girl nodded and rose to follow the darker redhead with Skylar looking on.

Monica lured Natasha into the jungle, away from the other redhead.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Natasha asked innocently.

"About Skylar," Monica said.

"What about her?" the dark girl asked.

"Listen, Natasha, I know that Skylar may appear nice, but she's actually out to get you," she explained.

"Out to get me? What does that mean?" Natasha questioned.

Monica sighed in annoyance.

"It means that she's not your friend," she said.

Natasha widened her eyes.

"What?!" the dark girl gasped.

"Trust me, I know these things. I talked to her last night, and she was going on and on about how much she hates you. She'll vote you off the first chance she gets." Monica stated.

"Well...gee...I really thought I had a friend." Natasha said to herself.

"It's okay! But we need to get rid of her as soon as possible," she explained.

"But...we're not up for elimination tonight..." the dark girl pointed out.

"Well no, but the first Tribal Council we have, we cut her loose! Do you have a deal?"

Natasha nervously nodded her head.

"Good," Monica said before walking off, leaving her alone.

Little did Monica know that once she was out of hearing distance from the other girl, Natasha stuck out her tongue and let out a raspberry.


Somewhere far away from the Jumping Seagulls' camp was the residence of the defeated force. What was once an atmosphere of simple enjoyment and carelessness has been nearly asphyxiated by its father: reality; a punishment administered from the foil that the couple created. That child had grown up to follow in its master's footsteps.

This negative vibe had affected Rickie the most, knowing that he and his newly made friends will have to make a decision that would sooner be pushed aside than being forced to swallow a bare handful of cinnamon.

However, others were eager to play this game the way it should be: to outwit, outplay, and to outlast.

Cedric approached a pale brunette who was taking in the shade beneath a tree.

"Hey you, who you voting for tonight?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"How are you gonna get her off?" he asked.

"What made you think I was voting for her?" Cedric asked.

"Trust me, I know what you copycats are all about! I have to put up with them every day, but you learn something, and that's this: The more you hate someone, the more you want them to just disappear."

"Well, I do hate Macy, but not in that way. I enjoy making her suffer. There's nothing better than someone telling me what they hate, and doing everything you can to make sure that one thing gets in their faces. That splurge of joy that fills you when you see them terrified! Classic!" Cedric laughed.

"Do you really think I want that to go on the second day?" he asked the brunette with white glasses.

"Well...I'm glad you're not like everyone else." the brunette said, placing a hand on Cedric's shoulder.

"Who are you voting for?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"That's kind of hard to decide. After all, there are three athletic on this tribe," he explained.

"I see you're going for the obvious move," Cedric replied.

"Anders thinks otherwise. Anybody would be an obvious pick in my book," he said.

"I see," Cedric said.

"I'm probably thinking about Rickie. He's acting nice now, but with someone like him as a leader? It's only a matter of time." the man with the Mohawk continued.

Anders nodded his head.

"I see where you're coming from," he responded.

"Do you want to join me?" Cedric asked.

"In voting out Rickie?" Anders said.

"Yes. It will be the perfect blindside; he'll never see it coming! Besides, think of all the people that would be pissed!" Cedric presented.

"You know what? You got yourself a deal?"

The two people stood up and shook hands.

Macy was sitting angrily against the wall of the shelter. She had learned to never tolerate anything as degrading as what had occurred earlier today and she wasn't prepared to abandon that established principle.

A dark man then entered the shelter and sat beside her.

"Rough day, huh?" said the man, twirling his orange dreadlocks.

"Don't bring me there!" Macy sneered.

"Listen, I wish I weren't talking about these matters either. I joined this show to meet new people, but also for the obvious reason that made everyone else sign up. The one thing I knew that I would hate is afternoons like this. But-"

"Who do you think, Rickie?!" the dark girl yelled.

Rickie sighed.

"Sadly, Cedric would have to be my pick too."

"Finally! You choose to have common sense." Macy stated.

"Well, it wasn't like I could pick somebody else. I want the money too." Rickie said.

Anders was approaching the beach to lie down. He had the discourse between the two darker people but tried to ignore it.

"Hey, Anders," Rickie called.

The pale brunette stopped, but he didn't turn to meet the voice.

"Come over here, we want to talk strategy."

Anders had remained still. He heard the name of the man he had just had a conversation with and wasn't ready to betray.

"The team commands you to come over here."

He twitched a bit, but he stayed silent.

Cedric was still by the tree, listening to Rickie's offerings. Although he saw the brunette staying true to his word, the man with the mohawk feared more and more that Anders would give in. Luckily, he managed to walk off from the shelter and take his seat in the sand.

Cedric relaxed and slid down to the ground. He had heard no further words from Rickie and was relieved. He looked through the canopy of leaves to see the beams of light radiating as the sun started its decline.

A thought came across him, though.

He will turn on you...

It escalated his fears. Undoubtedly, the possibility wasn't sure, but it was a possibility. The man with the Mohawk removed the idea and cleared his mind. Tribal Council still was yet to come, but the day was always alive.


Jordan, with the machete in hand, sliced open a coconut to exploit its precious milk. Rickie, who was his supposed superior, came up to him in a similar fashion to Macy.

"Do you wish to vote out Cedric?" Rickie asked.

"I truly can't say enough how over the top he was at the challenge. I would keep him, but I'm thinking about everyone else." the blonde answered.

He managed to get the coconut into two rough halves. Jordan held both of them up, one in each of his hand. He reached out his right arm, with a respective half resting on it.

"Want one?" he asked.

Rickie nodded and accepted the gift.

"Thanks," he said as he started to drink from it.

"You know, we really do have a lot in common." the blonde noted.

The man with the orange dreadlocks separated the cup from his lip as he prepared to respond to Jordan's comment.

"Well...I guess we do."

"In fact, I think we can do great together in an alliance," he said.

"You think so?" Rickie asked.

"Certainly. Considering that you assumed the role of leader, I think it's great to have an ally; someone who can mediate those who oppose the thought of a governed tribe. Since I am the most favorable, I think I would stand for the people." Jordan proclaimed.

"Um...okay." he quietly replied.

"Do you accept?"

The decision wasn't easy for Rickie. He knew that he was honest and kind but still, couldn't resist a sense of doubt in the blonde. Not to say any were evident, but the darker man always thought the idea of forming "special" relationships so early in the game was flabbergasting. This clash between ethics and knowledge struck Rickie down.

"I'll think about it." he finally answered.

To Rickie's relief, Jordan wasn't offended.

"I understand," he said.

Jordan then moved away from Rickie, leaving him to suspect the impact of his comment.


Mystery, Riley, Melika, and Lola had wanted some time apart from the rest of tribe. The foursome had grown tight. The latter three had a passion for sports, while Mystery was flat out not a fan of "girl" things. This alliance was unlike the others either tribe has established at this point. The members of this one have recognized a sense of self-righteousness-courtesy of Mystery; that they are self-sufficient without the dependency of the Flying Monkeys. In fact, they formed their own fire away from the camp and hung out. They were noticed by someone once in a while; sometimes they looked the other way, but different times- particularly on an afternoon like this- they would wonder if the group was talking about them or their allies.

"Some challenge today." Mystery started.

"You said it. We should have annihilated them!" Riley commented.

"If only there were surfing in there," Melika added.

"Well, at least it was in the water," Lola said.

The other three concurred with her statement.

"It is what it is. But the question is, who do we vote for?" the surfer girl asked.

"That's easy: Anders." Mystery answered.

Riley opened her eyes in shock.

"But he was good at the challenge today. He even scored us a point." the rainbow girl said.

"I know, but it's just his attitude. He didn't even help us build camp; he just sat around, being an arrogant bastard!" Mystery replied.

"You can say that again," Lola commented.

"I think he could be useful in challenges, and what not. We need a force that would make the other tribe piss their pants in fear!" Riley argued.

"That's what we have Cedric for," Melika said.

"Look, Riley, we can't always focus on who's the strongest or who's the fastest or whatever." Melika continued.

The rainbow faced the surfer girl and met her brown eyes.

"But isn't that what this alliance is about; the strongest and toughest set of women this game has to offer?" Riley asked.

"Well, to a degree. We are very athletic women, well...mostly everyone." Mystery said.

"Are you not athletic?" Riley asked her.

The black-haired girl shook her head.

"Did you see me at the challenge today? I sucked! Trust me, I couldn't play a sport if my life depended on it. I'm not, however, a prissy little girl who's into makeup and shopping. I wanted to form an alliance with you and these other girls because I like you all. You appear tough, and that's just how I like it."

Mystery then stared into Riley's auburn eyes.

"Are we friends?" she asked.

It took her a moment, but the rainbow girl nodded.

Mystery rejoiced.

"Great! This is exactly the kind of character that makes you so likable!"

Although Riley hadn't quite received what she paid for, she was willing to accept the others for who they were.


It came back.

In the midst of relaxation and thoughtlessness, it found its way back onto the beach.

He will turn on you...

The panic resumed inside the man, but this time it wouldn't go away. No matter the extremity or fashion he tried to digress into, those five words were attached to him like leeches.

He thought it was time to sort things out and went out to find Anders.

The pale brunette was lying down on a hammock that Jordan built yesterday.

"Anders," Cedric said.

The man saw the guy with the mohawk standing against the yellowing sky.

"Are you gonna blindside me?" he asked.

The very idea left a shocked look on Anders' face.

"What?!" the brunette reacted.

"I keep on thinking you're going to vote for me instead of what was originally intended."

Anders was still surprised to have this idea come before him.

"Why would I do that?" he asks.

"Because you think you're going to get away with it. Not just that, but to protect your own hide." Cedric explained.

Fear enveloped the brunette's face.

"Are you okay?" Anders asked nervously.

"I'm uneasy, Anders. Very uneasy," he answered.

The brunette continued to look at his supposed friend, who was pacing slowly, but automatically. Then, out of nowhere, Cedric grasped Anders' shoulders. He winced in fear.

"Are you going to turn on me?" he yelled.

"No," Anders answered, collecting himself.

"That's not good enough! You gotta tell me right now! To my face!" the man with the mohawk screamed, even more anxious.

"No! I will not vote for you!" the frail brunette said, attempting to equal the sincerity and intensity that his fellow man displayed.

"I need to know!" he continued, this time shaking Anders.

"I will not vote for you!" he screamed, this time being audible to the rest of the tribe. They turned toward the duo in surprise. Cedric faced them with a blank expression. The wave appeared to have died quickly, and the others resumed their activities.

Cedric slowly and shakily released Anders.

"One word. Doesn't matter if it comes from you or from someone else. Should I get the slightest bit of doubt added, you're dead!" he threatened.

He then left the brunette on the hammock.


Rickie and Macy had long left the shelter for other purposes. However, another pair has taken their place. Benny was exhausted after spending a good two hours gathering firewood. He had built up quite the mound in the back of the shelter. The Caucasian lied himself down and rested his back. His arms were aching from carrying a heavy load. He knew nobody asked him to retrieve it, but after having seen many programs on National Geographic, he knew that it would benefit the tribe later. He planned to get some more in the morning, but for the moment tried to get in some relaxation before Tribal Council.

As he lied down, looking up at the tropical wood canopy, another figure sat down on end. Benny looked up and saw a tall, muscular man. He had a paler skin tone than him, but not much else. The person also had a head of short, choppy black hair.

"Hello," Benny said.

No response came out of the larger man. The spiked-haired man assumed that he hadn't heard his greeting.

"Hello?" he repeated.

Still, he remained silent.

At this point, Benny found the strength to push himself toward the figure. Once having himself sitting on the edge of the shelter, Benny looked at the man. The first thing that he noticed was two scars. Each was identical to one another; faded red marks that appeared to curve to meet each other. Drawing a line from their upper ends could quickly form a rough semi-circle.

The spiked-haired man then looked up and saw that the man's light green eyes were staring towards the ocean. His mouth had a severe and firm positioning. The reason behind his fixed position was unknown, and it perplexed Benny.

"Tough day. Huh?" he attempted.

The man's lips didn't quiver even in the slightest motion. The man looked as if he were a statue.

"With the vote and all and..." Benny stopped briefly before continuing.

"Who do you plan on voting for?" he asked.

The man, in a surprising fashion, turned towards Benny and opened his mouth.

"Cedric," he said.

"You know, that's what I was thinking too. Did you see him at the challenge today?"

The larger man turned back toward the sea.

"I know," he responded, facing away from him.

Benny thought about the man's reserved attitude. He was the only one who socialized so little on the tribe. Benny wasn't sure what to think.

"Could this man be planning a huge move?"

"Why did he sign up for this game in the first place?"

These questions went through the spiked-haired man's mind. There indeed must be a reason behind this person's reservation.

"What's your name?" Benny asked.

"Ed." he merely said.

Benny decided to not make Ed talk anymore. It has been a long day. And considering that this was probably his first interaction, he thought it was best not to overindulge him. He decided, instead, to get some more rest for the events that will inevitably follow. However, he and Ed were suddenly confronted by Cedric, who was gasping for air.

"You won't believe it!" he barely made out.

Benny shot up to look at the man.

"What won't I believe?" the spiked-haired man asked.

The man with the mohawk caught his breath and then crouched down to Benny.

"I just overheard Anders. He's planning to blindside Rickie." Cedric answered.

The spiked-haired man opened his eyes in shock.

"What?! Rickie's our tribe leader and probably the coolest guy I've ever known. Why would Anders want to get rid of him?" he asked.

"He thinks that he's too good for him and that Rickie will pick us all off one by one. He has the numbers: eight to three! I don't know how he convinced all those people, but somehow he has!"

"Well...gee...I thought everyone liked him."

"That's what I thought too! But we can stop this! All we have to do is vote for Anders. I don't know if it'll be enough, but every vote counts."

Benny and Ed looked at each other for a moment.


Tribal Council

The day has died and night has been resurrected. Far off from any place that has been visited was a secluded space that was lit by fire. Nearby were the eleven members of the Flying Monkeys making their way to this palace of fire. Rickie took the lead, followed by Jordan and everyone else. Each was holding a wooden pole in their hands. Rickie took the lead as he started to make his way up the stone steps. Each step made by him and his followers was made with fear; for they knew that one of them would not be heading back down.

At the top of those steps rested Malcolm, who looked as if he had waited for them to arrive for hours. In front of him was a bonfire that was blazing up the stone arena.

As the individual members were completing this journey, Malcolm spoke over like an intercom,

"Grab a torch and dip it in to get fire. In this game, fire represents life. Once your flame is gone, so are you."

Everyone listened and grab a wooden staff from a long row behind two stone benches. In a line, they placed their torches down into the blazing fury that lit up the night. Once resurfaced, a smaller flame was sticking on. Although now separated and vulnerable to the elements, these small fires maintained the intensity that their mother had produced.

After the last staff was engulfed, the Flying Monkeys took their seats upon the benches. Malcolm took a single place on the other side of the bonfire and faced the tribe.

"Welcome to Tribal Council, everyone. For those of you who haven't seen Survivor, the rules are simple. I will be asking you all a series of questions about tribal interactions, the challenges, and anything before we go to a vote. Does everyone understand."

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. Macy, you refused to participate in the challenge today and cost your tribe the challenge. Do you feel worried?" the host asked.

"Not at all, Malcolm. Only an idiot would be dumb enough to get their hair wet!" she answered confidently.

Cedric gave her a glare that she didn't notice.

"Cedric, do you feel like you've gone too far during the challenge?" Malcolm asked.

"You know Malcolm, I wasn't prepared to throw the challenge just because one snobby bitch didn't want to get their hair wet. I really was just trying to get everyone to participate because we could've won that challenge right then and there," he answered.

"Liar! Malcolm, I'd like you to prosecute this man for perjury!" the dark girl screamed.

Malcolm merely looked at her.

"This isn't a trial, Macy. Even if he were lying, it would fly completely past the radar."

Macy gasped as the host's blunt words. Meanwhile, everyone on the tribe started to get tense. Some chose to express their concern, while others found it better to suppress.

"Anyway, Jordan, how did you feel around camp?"

"Well, Malcolm, things were great the first day; we got along, we had some fun. But ever since this morning, Cedric and Macy have been antagonistic toward one another. This may sound silly, but it's really been a downer to me." the blonde responded.

"I would like to confess. It hasn't pleased me either." Rickie jumped in.

"So, Cedric. Judging by what's being said here, it seems like your fellow tribe mates are bothered by you." Malcolm reported.

"You know, guys," Cedric said, turning to the rest of the tribe.

"I'm not the one to blame here. If anything, it should be toward Macy. She's the sour-"

"You're gonna talk smack to me?!" the dark girl interrupted.

"I'm just saying if you were a little more flexible to the operations of Survivor if you care a little bit about others, and if you start to look beyond the money, then I wouldn't have felt the need to do those things to you. It's a mere matter of making sure everyone else doesn't suffer because of your actions."

Macy looked at the man with the mohawk, willing to argue back, but pulled back.

"You know, Macy, Cedric does bring up a good point. One of this game's main functions is being able to work with everyone else." Malcolm said.

"But when has he ever cared about me?" Macy demanded.

"Macy, Macy, calm down," Cedric said in an attempt to appease the dark girl.

"No! It's not my fault that I am! Look at you! You don't give a shit about others! I like to keep my hair dry, and nobody can change my mind!"

"But on a similar level, you fail to consider the interests of others! The majority wins!"

As the two continued to argue, they started to approach each other. Their strides were fueled by their hatred as orange light reflected onto them, and the heat was rising.

Rickie rose from his seat and got in between the two.

"Please stop! You're both making us uneasy as you speak. Besides, you wouldn't want to look like savages on national television." he mediated.

Macy and Cedric paused before making their way back to their seats. The crimes they used to maintain their aggression still roared as its waves crashed the sandy beach.

The contestants awaited Malcolm's next question. However, he instead directed the tribe.

"It's now time to vote. What you're going to do is walk to the voting booth, write down the name of the person you're going to vote, and state your reason into the camera. Rickie, you'll be voting first."

The tribe leader complied and made the long journey along the walkway that led to the booth. The other contestants watched the distant figure as he inscribed a name that was unknown.

The rest of the tribe went up and followed the appropriate procedure. Tension filled as each vote accumulated.

After the final person voted and returned to their seat, Malcolm made a trek to the voting booth. After a short time, he returned with the wooden ballot box with all the votes in it and placed it on a podium.

"Once the votes have been read, the decision is final. Person voted out will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately."

Malcolm then removed the lid and took out the first piece of parchment.

"First vote, Macy."

The dark girl turned to Cedric with an annoyed expression.

"Cedric."

Cedric returned Macy's expression with a similar one.

"Anders."

The pale brunette opened his eyes in surprise.

"Anders. That's two votes Anders, one vote each for Cedric and Macy."

The host then removed the next piece of paper.

"Anders; that's three."

Anders started to become nervous.

"Cedric. That's three votes Anders, two votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Cedric. We're tied; three votes Anders, three votes Cedric."

Malcolm placed his hand into the box and took out another vote.

"Anders. Four votes Anders, three votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Anders. That's five."

The brunette was shaking as his frail figure could barely keep up.

Malcolm unfolded yet another vote.

"First person voted out of Total Drama Survivor..."

The host then turned the paper to reveal a name.

"Anders. Six votes, that's enough. You need to bring me your torch."

Barely able to move, Anders slowly and shakily made his way up with his torch. He looked at his tribemates, too shocked to know why they voted him off. He stopped when he was near Malcolm.

"Anders, your tribe has spoken."

The host then grasped a cup-like instrument and placed it over Anders' flame. When it rose again, only smoke remained.

"It's time for you to go."

Anders nodded his head and exited the area.

"Well for a first vote...this certainly has been surprising. This only shows you that you must always be careful in this game and never make assumptions. Grab your torches, head back to camp."

The remaining members got up simultaneously and departed down the stone steps that they entered.


The room was dark. It was daytime. However, the blinds were shut all the way. The estate it was on was most definitely large, and it was all owned by one proprietor. This room, in particular, didn't have all that fame. It had a soft carpet that had crumbs ingrained into it, along with wrappers, bags, bottles, and cans spread out throughout it. In the middle of the room was a chair that was in a similar condition. The only other light it received was that from a bright television screen set on some random channel. In that chair was a man with messy black hair and looked as if he had slept forever.

The man finally awoke from his slumber. His eyes opened wearily as he took in that bright light. He took another look around and saw he was surrounded by scraps. It took a few minutes, but the man finally realized where he was. He rose frantically trying to see if it was just a dream. However, he soon realized it wasn't. In his discovery, he screamed loudly.


Anders: What did I do to deserve this? I did as Cedric said; I voted for Rickie. Why didn't Malcolm read that vote?!


Cedric- Macy

Macy- Cedric

Lola- Anders

Riley- Anders

Melika- Anders

Mystery- Anders

Anders- Rickie

Jordan- Cedric

Rickie- Cedric

Benny- Anders

Ed- Anders