Chapter 4: Can you negotiate with insanity?

Again, I do NOT own Total Drama Island or any of the characters from the show! Don is an OC of mine. ENJOY!

Being shot was an interesting feeling. It hurt, but not like you would think. Not the blood curdling pain you'd expect, but a softer pain. At least, that's what it felt like for Don. Sure it hurt, but he didn't seem to notice. He fell back and just laid there in a state of shock.

"DON!!!" Courtney jumped out of Duncan's arms and ran over to him. Duncan, DJ, and Bridgette followed all kneeling around their friend. His eyes began to glaze over as blood pooled on his shirt. "Don! Are you…Don!" He snapped out of his off in lala-land state and find his friends next to him…and an incredible amount of pain.

"AHHHH!" He put his hand over the wound and pulled it back to reveal his palm was covered in blood. "Great…I'm...he…it hurts…just fucking great." Between each word were gasp of breath.

"You're gonna be alright man. Just hang in there" DJ ripped off a piece of his sleeve and tied it around Don's arm. With DJ putting pressure on the wound the others turned their attention to him.

"You fucking asshole." Duncan stood up Bridgette and Courtney following his lead.

"Stay away or I'll do the same to you!" The shooter raised his gun. The 5 pound piece of metal stopped the three in their tracks. "Sit back down now!" It took all of his power for Duncan not to pounce of the guy, but he knew he was no match while he had that gun. The three returned to their spots by their friend like dogs with their tails between their legs. "Good. Now if I see anyone make any sudden movements I'll blow your brains out!"

As the minutes of silence went by Don became pale. He was sitting up resting on DJ's shoulder but he hadn't said anything. Courtney had retreated to Duncan arms hoping to hide away from what was going on. The two said nothing knowing they could only say nothing. No words could comfort either right now. They had each other…words had no value. Every minute seemed like an eternity and with each passing second the situation got bleaker. They knew if they couldn't end this soon everyone who was shot would bleed to death. But they couldn't do anything if he had that gun. That piece of metal paralyzed them.

Bridgette just sat there starring at him. Her eyes never left him. It was a hallow stare, one might have though she was starring off into space. She muttered something under her breath and he noticed.

"What did you say?" He turned around and walked towards the group.

"I said you're a coward." Bridgette didn't even look at him as she said this. "You ran away from your own problems and instead ruined the lives of innocent people. You're a coward nothing more."

"Shut up!"

"Or what? You'll shoot me. You want another person's blood on your hands?"

"Shut up!"

"You're pathetic!" Duncan joined in as he held Courtney in his arms "Sure life sucks! It sucks for everyone! You think any of us haven't gotten shit from other people? We get over it and move on. You decided to kill instead." He starred at guy with a look of unparalleled anger. He couldn't wasn't going to let this guy do this to people.

As he starred into the eyes of the killer before him his words brought him to his past. Before him, he saw a jungle-gym on a playground. There were five little kids, about 6 or 7 years old. There was a pale boy with black hair, a little blonde girl hanging upside down, a boy petting holding a rabbit in his arms, there was a brunette girl reading a book and another boy drawing in a notebook.

A group of bigger kids walked up the jungle-gym and stood there with their arms crossed. "This is our jungle-gym! Get off!"

"It's not yours" The blonde girl said. She flipped down off the bars. "We were here first!"

"It's ours and if you don't get off we'll take it from you!" One of the bigger boys walked over towards the girl reading and grabbed her book.

"Give that back! It's mine!" The larger boy held the book high above his head as the small girl jumped in a vain attempt to get back her book.

"Leave her alone!" the pale boy jumped at the bully. "Give her back her book!"

"Oh yea? Who's gonna make me?"

"I will!" the pale boy lunged at the bigger kid and knocked him to the ground. The two other kids joined in pulling the smaller boy off. Once they had pulled him off the group leader all three began to punch him in the stomach. This set off a firestorm.

"Duncan! Leave him alone you bully!" the boy who was petting the rabbit shouted holding the bunny tightly in his arms. This drew the attention of one of the bullies. He left the other two to beating the boy black haired boy as he walked towards him.

"What did you say?" The kid got right up to the smaller boy's face.

"I…said….I said leave…leave him alone." The boy suddenly shrunk back in fear.

"And a wussy loser like you is going to make me right?" The boy was too afraid to speak and a single tear rolled down his cheek. The bully saw this and began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Hey! Look! The baby is crying!" He erupted into laughter and the boy began to cry even more. The drawing boy had been watching the entire time scared of what to do. Should he help out or left Duncan handle it? I mean, Duncan was strong and wouldn't let anybody mess with him. But DJ was shy and wasn't into fighting.

"Shut up!" The boy put down his notebook and stood up. The three older boys turned around to look who had dared to say that. When they saw who it was they smiled.

"Hey it looks like we got another one. You want to us to beat you up too?"

"Leave DJ alone!" They three boys laughed and looked at each other.

"You take care of litlle Donny, Richie! We'll deal with him" The leader pointed to the Duncan who was lying on the ground in pain. The kid known as Richie walked over to Don a grabbed him up by his shirt collar. He dangled him up in the air as the smaller boy thrashed at him in vain. He then threw Don to the ground. Grabbing his shirt he picked him up and punched him in the side. Don fell down and didn't move.

Still crying, DJ stood up and closed him eyes. "Leave them alone! Your nothing but big bullies!"

"Yea…but we're stronger than you."

As Duncan starred into the eyes of the past, he began to cry little. He had never cried before, or at least never let anyone see him. It threw off his image.

"You're just a bully with a gun! You've scarred all these people into fearing you! How does that make you any different?" Bridgette yelled

"I swear I will blow your friggin' brains out if you don't shut up!" The shooter pointed the gun at the blonde who continued to stare at him, but said nothing for a few seconds. "Coward…"she muttered.

Courtney opened her eyes through to salty tears to see a sight she had hoped to never see. Bridgette was on the ground with a red stain on her shirt. She hadn't even heard the gun shot. She had checked out, left the room hoping to escape this nightmare…she couldn't. As everything began to come back to her she let go of it all.

"You bastard! You shot her! You son of a bitch! How can you live with yourself?" Courtney yelled through sobs. She didn't even look at the man she was yelling at. She didn't even know his name…but she hated him more than she had hated anyone.

The shooter turned his back to the mass of bodies against the wall. He grabbed his head with both hands and lifted his head up. He let out a loud yell that pierced the ears of everyone in the room. He put down his hands and pressed the gun to his temple. The last gunshot rang out and the man Courtney had learned to hate, was the last one to fall to the ground.

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