Sorry for my hiatus. I'm getting right terrible at keeping my updates consistent and I'm not liking it one bit. It's been over a month since I've last worked on this, but compared to some of my other stories, I guess it's not so bad… I really need to hire an assistant to manage my time for me.

So without further ado, here is the next chapter of the Nunavut Case.


The hostages did not like their situation one bit but at least they could drink water and piss without getting themselves wet. As it turns out, Noah was responsible all along. Courtney realised that the reason why Owen was at the finale was because Noah encouraged Chris to have him there, obviously with not-so-good intentions. She pointed this out to everyone and even Lightning and Lindsay understood. Scott didn't.

"I still don't get it," Scott insisted. "Why didn't Owen refuse?"

"Because he's a retard!" Jo rolled her eyes. "Like you!"

"I'm not a retard!" Scott snapped. "I was very intelligent in my first season."

"And then you became a retard," Jo scoffed. "What have you been doing between that season and Total Drama All-Stars?"

"Watching TV," Scott replied, as if the answer was obvious. "I was paralysed for three months. My sister put on the TV for me and even though she appeared to have some sinister look on her face, I enjoyed those reality shows she put on for me. My favourite was-"

"Scott I swear to God, if you mention any reality show I will attempt to kill you," Sam threatened. "I was going to wait until I was mutated like my Dakotazoid before making my first kill, but you are making me not want to wait for that."

"Now I knew why we could never maintain a relationship," Courtney scoffed.

"Didn't you say that you were faking it," Sierra asked.

"Yes, but even if it wasn't fake on my part, it still would've failed like the way it did anyway," Courtney shrugged.

"Guys, we are straying away from the important issue," Sierra interjected. "Noah is going to do something terrible to us! AND I DON'T HAVE MY CODYKINS OR MY CAMMYKINS TO HOLD ME!" she wailed.

"Well what will Noah do to us?" Duncan wondered, ignoring Sierra. "Turn us into a human centipede?"

"I'm sure it's already been done," Sam shrugged. "He might do worse than that."

"Don't give Noah any ideas!" Jo scoffed at Sam and Duncan, hitting them both. "There is a camera over at the corner of the room!"

"Noah's been spying on us?!" Courtney shrieked. "What a perverted bastard! I'll sue him for this as well as soon as I get out of here!"

"Yeah, real smooth, Courtney," Jo rolled her eyes. "Make Noah aware of the flaws in his security systems why don't cha?"

"You're giving Noah ideas as well," Duncan smirked.

"Fuck off," Jo scoffed. "Besides, there is no way out anyway. I'm pretty sure Noah has learned from the mistakes that idiot from Austria have made anyway."

"Will you guys shut up before you make things worse already?!" Sierra groaned.

"What's the point?" a sinister, familiar voice snickered. Everyone turned around to face Noah, who was standing at the doorway with a sinister sneer on his face.

"What's the point in asking your fellow subjects to shut up?" Noah smirked. "You do realise how resourceful I can be. I can very easily go out of my way to make your lives a living Hell."

"You bastard!" Duncan shouted. He lunged her Noah, but Noah was too quick. The bookworm whipped out a stun gun and fired it at the delinquent, paralysing him in the process.

"Thought you could stop me, huh?" Noah smirked. "Well you thought wrong. In future, please use your brains and understand that I have weapons more powerful than your primitive limbs."

"You'll never get away with this," Duncan snarled.

"Try not to get your hopes up," Noah deadpanned. He whipped out a needle and injected it into Duncan's neck, prolonging his paralysation and extending it to every muscle in the delinquent's body, except for the muscles controlling his lungs, heart, arteries, veins, diaphragm and ribcage.

"What have you done?!" Courtney demanded.

"Restricted Duncan's bodily functions to breathing and circulation," Noah smirked. "Don't worry; there's plenty more for everyone."


Dun! Dun! Dun!

What's next for Noah's endless campaign of terror against his prisoners? Will the prisoners still have some of their sanity left over after the next round of torture? We'll just have to play by ear.

Sorry this chapter was short. Less than 900 words. I could do a lot better than that. I SHOULD do a lot better than that; considering that I've spent almost four weeks working on it. I was going to publish it on Friday evening, but I couldn't find the inspiration to finish this. The same thing happened yesterday as well. CURSE YOU WRITER'S BLOCK, FOR BEING AN IDIOT! GOSH! But at least it's something. Hopefully the next chapter will be at least slightly longer.

Until next time!