ehh... Chapter four. :/ Sorry if this sucks. Big time. but I have no idea what Im doing anymore. Ideas please.? This is gonna be VERY short. Mostly because im outta ideas. I already figuired out how sexy mohawk dude is gonna get to Sweeden. So thats probaly what this is gonna be about. Ohh joyyy. ha. Tell meh what ya thinkk. /:

"Well thats quite a story" The ranger told me, after I finished tellin him how I got there. I nodded.

"Yeah...well do you think you could do something about my leg?"

I asked him. He took another look at it, then turned his eyes back to the dirt road in front of him.

"It only got one bite in, and it doesnt look like anything is broken...we'll just clean it out and bandage it up, and then you'll be on your way" He said, smiling.

"If only I new how to get there.." I mumbled, but Ricky heard me.

"If its transpertation your looking for, I have a friend with a plane. He'll take you anywhere you need to go"

"Thanks" I said, smiling. He nodded. The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the sound of the engine. Soon we pulled up to a tall building, and the ranger parked the car. I opened up the door and got out, as did he. We walked up to the front door and walked inside. He led me to the front desk were a large woman with dark skin and hair was sitting.

(A/N: No Not Leshawna.!(: haha.! :D)

She looked up and saw us.

"Who is this young man?" She asked Ricky.

"Im Duncan. Duncan Carter." I told her. She looked at me and gasped.

"You mean your Duncan? From Total Drama.?" I nodded. Didnt the mohawk give it away? 'Not another fangirl' I thought to myself. She jumped up out of her seat and hugged me tight. I couldnt breathe, but I needed help, so I didnt complain. At least outloud I didnt. ;)

Finally, she let go. I brushed off imaginary dirt and looked at her.

"Soooo...I take it your a fan?"

"YES! Ive watched every episode like 50 times! I know everything about you guys!" She bragged.

"Even more than Serria?" I questioned.

"Oh please. I know thing about HER that she doesnt even know"

"Well alright then...Since you know so much about the show, could you tell me where there landing next?" I asked.

"Of course I can! There set to be in Paris, France, in a few days" (A/N: Well... A few weekss...hehe..)

"Oh Ok then..Now, Could you do something about my leg?"

"Oh My Gosh! Duncans hurt!" She started freaking out...Thats when I slowly took a few step back, and then ran away.

I ran down the hallway untill I ran into another man. He had tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

"Are you Duncan?" I nodded. "Rick sent me to come get you. Come with me please" I followed him into a room. It had white walls, white tables, heck everything was white. except for the medical tools.

"Take a seat" He told me. I did as I was told and jumped up onto the table. WHITE table. Just putting in some details (;

He pulled out some cotten balls and some cleaning alcohol. He dipped the cotten ball into it and then put it on my wound.

It. Fucking. Burned.

"Ahh! HOLY SHIT!" I yelled and jumped up off the white table, which now had blood on it.

"Im Sorry Mr. Carter, but we have to clean your injurys" He told me. I just nodded and sat back down. He finished cleaning my leg and then went to my face. I had already forgotten the one hynea had scrached my face.

I flinched as soon as he put the cotton ball on my wound. But soon after it felt better already.

He put some cream on it to make it heal faster, I thanked him, and I walked out of the room.

I walked into the lobby where I had met the crazy fan lady, and saw Ricky waiting there.

"I have my friend Tyson waiting outside. Just tell him where you need to go" I thanked him and walked out to meet the man. There was a man turned around cleaning the plane. I guess that was him.

"Hello? Tyson?" I asked. He turned around and greeted me.

"Oh You must be this Duncan kid he was talking about" He said. I nodded. He was tall, thin, had black shaggy hair, and green eyes. His skin was the same color as Trents. To tell you the truth...He looked alot like Trent, but older.

"Yeah thats me"

"And where is it that you need to go?"

"Paris"

"Can do! Hope on!" He told me. I did just what he said and jumped onto the plane. I sat down in my seat. It was pretty comfy. Almost like the first class seats in the Jumbo Jet. Soon we took of, and even sooner, I fell asleep.

Thanks God I didnt have a dream this time. I couldnt stand another dream about Gwen not returning my feelings...

"We have now entered Sweden!" Tyson yelled over the speakers. I woke up when I heard that.

"Why are we in Sweden?" I asked/yelled.

"Isnt Paris in Sweden?" God he was an idiot.

"No! Its in France!" I yelled. An alarm started going off and the whole plane started shaking.

"Oh..Well that sucks! Cuz were out off gas!" He yelled over the alarm.

"Shit!" I yelled. I ran into the back of the plane and found a parachute.

'Only one parachute...ehh...I have more life left' I thought, Then jumped out of the plane. I pulled the cord just like I had done in Egypt, and once again, slowly made my way down to the ground. Except this time, instead of landing in the sands of Egypt, or even the city of Paris, Im in the forests of Sweden...

Okk...so i lied...I got into the writing mood. so this is acuualy not that short(:

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