A/N:

I know, my last chapter was kinda short, but i'll try to make up for it. Now, about what Alejandro said, it's kinda obvious, isn't it? On his vote for Mike, he drew a devil. HELLO-!
And I was so sure that this episode might be a dual elimination, because there were two episodes till the final, and five contestants. So, either the semi-final will be a dual elimination, or the final will be a 1 hour special. Makes sense, right? Now, going by the Pattern, the next one out will be a person from the heroes. (FUUUUU) But, Luckily, the pattern was broke with Courtney!
IT'S ANYONE'S GAME!
I came up with this while in Social Studies. Also- I would really appreciate it if you people took the poll on my profile. And honestly, I was surprise the last chapter got me 4 reviews, and more favorites. Because to me, it was kinda short and stale.

Disclaimer:

I. Do not. Own. Total Drama.

Alright everyone, Allon-sy!

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I smiled at Mike, waiting for him to react. There was a deep silence between us all, only buffed by Chester's hyperventilating (I hoped his old heart went out.), and the distant "Whos and Whys?" coming from flying Question Marks.
I decided that I would leave a few Question Marks locked up with Mike- He would deserve it. The plan and questioning of the bird, type- Things? Was so, Malevolent, to me.

Year after year, there I was, in the darkest place of the shadows within my own mind. Or was it his mind? Ours? No. It was completely, and absolutely mine. Unable to see, unable to move, screaming in a form of emotion I dreaded and hated. What was it called?- Oh, Terror! I was screaming in absolute, actual terror! Terror!- Once I realized how trapped and helpless I was, not even knowing my surroundings! I screamed at the Silence and the Dark, oblivious and ugh- terrified.

I now realized I was staring up at the "Sky", my gaze on one of the flying Question Marks, and turned my attention back to Mike and his buddies.
"You know, those- ah, let's just call them birds, have always intrigued me," I said, breaking the silence.
Mike flinched as I spoke, and I chuckled lightly, beginning to walk towards them slowly, my hands behind my back. "Wouldn't you agree, Mike?" My alternate didn't reply, he seem to be frozen, yet trying to think of what to do. Nevertheless, I continued.

And one day, or whatever time it was in my Darkness, Silence finally gave me an answer. And it glowed, it glowed a color of which I was very familiar with, and so happy to see color. I could see! I wasn't blind!
It glowed Red.
And it screamed two furious questions at me-

"WHO?! WHO?! WHY?! WHY?!"

"It's not their beauty that interests me, or their flying, then again, their flying defies the laws of physics, but then again we are in my subconscious- crazy things all around here!" I said, the silence settling in for a few moments. Svedlana now spoke up, her stance seeming hostile to me.
"Von't you meen Vmike's vubvonscious?"

How did I react to this? This Lie? This lie that just about everyone thought was the truth! The lie that ruined me!
"No. No, I do not." My gaze traveled from Mike, to Chester (who was finally getting up.), then to Svedlana. "But that subject needs to wait. Now don't interrupt me again." I stared at all three of them now, Mike was slowly thawing out, and the anger in his eyes was obvious. "Now- back to the birds."

And with it's glow, I could finally see just how terrible my situation was! I was chained, yet the chains weren't real- they weren't even solid! They were a deep purple, and it's image was shifty and blurred- like it was made of air! Seeing that they weren't real- I pulled and pulled on my chains! And then- I realized something even worse! I saw even more restraints and chains! My arms and legs were pulled to be far, far away from me, and even my torso and neck were cuffed to the-

Walls? or were those Pillars?

You might be wondering why I just don't end them now- aren't you? I want to lash out and maim them all, too- but I'm waiting for the best moment- the moment they think they're winning, when they think they can beat me, when they think I'm not here to set things straight.

"As I was saying- what interests me so much about them, it's their call, 'Why?, and who.' It translates to so many things- and such a wonderful thing. 'Why am I trapped here?' 'Who trapped me here?!' 'Why does this hurt so much- yet it doesn't?' 'Why did you do this to me?' 'Who have you become?' Why? Why? Why?" I laughed at this, my sound of joy and happiness echoing all around.

I struggled and screamed, more than I ever had since this pain had begun! And then I remembered him- I remembered him! I remembered the face of my end!

"MIKE! MIKE, RELEASE ME! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I CAN'T- I CAN'T- I CAN'T DO ANYTHING! P-PLEASE!"
The realization fell on me again- I was pleading to him. I was like a scared animal now. I breathed heavily, panting and the hope built up in me. I wanted salvation, I wanted to be saved! I didn't want to be here!

Was that light- white light this time? Was I dieing?

"I've got a 'Why' question for you-" I ceased laughing, and stared at the thawed out Mike, seeing his anger and hope burning hotter than ever.

"Yes, Mike? Go on then! Go on!" I remarked, the sarcasm dropping in.

"Why are you here? Why are you doing this?! How did you get out?! What have you done with Zoey, cause if you've hurt her I'll-"

"Slow down, Jimmy*! That wasn't just a Why, that was two Whys, a What, a How, and a Threat, now keep going- cause you're hilarious!" I told him, making him pause, and his fists beginning clench.

No- it wasn't the blinding white light of death. No, it was the worst thing to appear in my reality, my nightmare.
It was him!
"MIKE! MIKE, LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME? LET ME OUT!"

My alter ego roared in frustration, and charged at me, merely grabbing my shirt. "Answer my questions, Mal, and don't you lie to me!"

And the right moment began.

I stared at him, straight-faced, our eyes locking. "Why should I? I yelled my Whys and screamed in agony, and my only answers came from my roommates, Silence and Darkness! But-" I paused again, his face still twisted his anger, and twisted even more.
"But what?!"

"But- I'll answer the What, the How, and the Threat." I grabbed Mike's neck now, squeezed (so that he would let go of me) and he did so, now panicking, and I loosened my grip. Chester stared at me- opening his complaining little mouth, but then closed it just as quickly. Svedlana was standing in a battle-ish pose, and Chester seemed to be hesitating to help Mike. "Does anyone want to help Mikey- or is this just going to be anti-climatic and boring?" I paused once more, the air still as ever- and after a moment, I continued with a slight disappointment.

And after a few moments, the light answered me.
"No."
No? No?! NO?! I would have been on my hands and knees if wasn't chained and immobile!
"Mike! Please!"
"NO!" The white light yelled at me, a savageness in its tone. "I will never let you control us again! I will not stay in Juvie! I will not help you, Mal!"
There, I had been, begging and pleading to be released. Something that was forbidden of me. And he- He, who did this to me, had turned away from me!
"You need time- to think on what you've done. And I'm sure your questions would love to join you." With that, the glow disappeared. And something new entered in- the question marks, blue mixed in with the red, they came at me, all sizes, and rushed past me. Their glowed filled the place, and I shut my eyes from the shock. They filled my ears with two words- Who, and Why.
"MIKE! MIKE, GET BACK HERE!"
The White light never appeared again.
"AHHH!"

"So, How did I escape?- That, was a slow process, and got my big break about a year ago. You recall how your personalities were out of control and ruining your sad little existence, Mike? Of course you do- you're not that forgetful. Is the realization sinking in yet? No? Good-" I said, watching Mike ever so intently. "You see, it was your redheaded girl that began this, began my plan for freedom. The more you tried to keep control around her, the more frustrated you got with them, and with that, I was becoming free. I could see the chains that kept me immobile- I could see them deteriorating, I saw the way out!" I yelled now, the excitement building up in me, and I threw Mike to the ground, and held him down with my foot.

That scream, it had not been of anger or fear this time.
IT WAS OF PAIN!
The questions, their touch cut my skin- and the cuts bled, and bled, as I was unable to heal myself! The blood dripped down my legs, until it pattered against the ground.
I was helpless.
I was weak.
I wanted to- to-
What could I do?
Well, I could scream.
"I'LL KILL YOU, MIKE! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"And when my chains broke, when I could finally move again, I became mad again!" My voiced began to have the anger laced in. "I had struggled and crawled on weak joints, only to find my exit, my freedom, was too small! My hope wasted away into nothing! And then, And then I felt your anger and hate Mike, your anger and hate for the other parts of you, and when my exit opened, and I could get out of the Dark-" I took in a breath, glancing up at the others, who now seemed more interested in my tale, than they were in helping Mike. "I saw you, fighting with you, being beaten by yourself, and then- I began to feel more drained than I ever had, and I was drained and tired as it was!" I paused once more, catching my breath and taking another.

And the peak of the moment finally showed itself.
Mike gasped, the realization fully weighing on my alternate's shoulders.
He had caused this. Mike had caused this.

"And then, I saw you beat you! I saw you win, and the small, shadowy form of I drained from you, and returned to me. The dark had turned me into something sick, something that would have been mistaken for roadkill! I became like them*!" I pointed at Svedlana and Chester now, who jumped back at my newest fury. I grabbed Mike again, lifting him off his feet, and drew him so close, our noses touched.

"I. Became. NOTHING!"

With my rush of fury and anger, I threw Mike's body down again, and held him down.
"Does my page-turner answer your How, Mikey?"

Mike only nodded, he still seemed angry, but scared of I.

"Now, what have I done to Zoey, you ask? Nothing- yet. Yes, I saved her from dieing. Did I like it? No. It was revolting. Zoey's fine, for right now. She hasn't angered me, yet. But I'll let you know if that changes." I patted Mike's head for a moment, then got off him.

"It seems I'm running low on time. Tell you what Mike- as long as you don't screw up my plans, and stop interfering, I'll let Zoey live, and I'll win the Million. It's a win-or-else situation!"

With that, I disappeared from my mind, and I heard Mike say something.

"I think Mal's getting weaker."

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What do you all think? Is it better, longer?

And I know that Mal is more of a madman in this chapter, but he's gotta be crazy, right?

1*- Reference to Jimmy Two Shoes, a character that looks a lot like Mike's original design.

2*- Supports the more likely idea that Mal is just another personality.

Ok- I have changed this chapter, and it's like two stories in one!