Vito has not appeared for over a week. That means something bad is probably going to happen. I'll tell you, it is hard as hell writing around the TDROTI series, as we have NO CLUE what will happen next.
Still, Vito will cause a problem, and Scott, the inglorious gay bastard, is now a maggot. *More like a faggot*. How will this affect our love triangle? Find out right here, on Split Attractions, because HERE WE GO!
-Scott's POV-Interlude Between Episodes 6 and 7 of Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Season 4-
"Oh, what a shame." Scott chuckled to himself. "Someone left a perfectly good camera here. I wonder…what it has on it…" He looked up, and could see from a pit dug in the ground, a solitary shark fin sticking up. "Well, batteries are dead, it's not going to be any good."
Just as he said that, Fang leapt out of the pit, running across the land, arms open and anger written on his face. Scott chuckled as suddenly the earth caved in, and Fang's makeshift pit fell around his feet, trapping the shark in a deep hole.
"Ooooh, Poor Sharky." Scott chuckled as he leaned over the pit, and picking up a shovel, he threw it in. "See what you can do." A menacing growl was heard from the bowels of the pit, and the redheaded antagonist walked off, picking up the camera as he did.
Upon analyzing it closely, he realized that it was a Total Drama camera, meaning that it was very likely that Chris could be watching him with it now. He rapped on the glass. "Chris, you in there?"
-Chris' Private Lounge-
Chris leaped out of his seat in shock ass Scott's face was plastered all over one of the receptor screens. "JESUS CHRIST SCOTT!" The host screamed, re-gathering his wits. "Don't do that for crying out loud!" Of course, Scott couldn't hear Chris. Henceforth, that was why the host's rant was pointless.
-Normal POV-
Scott clicked his tongue. "Lets see just what we can do about this here." As the redhead walked back to the campsite he turned the camera's 'recordings' section on, looking through the screen on the side.
It rewinded to the first day on the island, and he saw a few things that weren't brand new. Dakota wanting one of the mutated rabbits, which afterwards began shooting eyebeams at everyone. Then it shoed the night challenge, where one could see Sam talking about the springing door of a tombstone. Scott felt particularly embarrassed as he watched the footage of himself being launched off the stone after failing to be honest. Then there was Mike and Anne Maria making out. Then nothing until it recorded his ex-team running across the landscape with a clothing bomb for the yeti. It cut out not long after that, still with well over 2 hours worth of footage waiting to be shot.
"Anne Maria and Mike kissing…"
-Scott's POV-Confessional Camera-
"I'm no moron. I've noticed what's gone on with the other team. Mike likes Zoey, and he likes Anne Maria also. If I can show Zoey this footage of Anne Maria and Mike making out, or even newer footage of such incidents, I can EASILY take either him or Zoey out. Or better yet, maybe both. But by that time…we'll be to the team disbandment. And I NEED to kick Brick and Jo out real soon here." Then, from underneath his seat, a loud trumpeting noise was heard, and the newest manipulator looked downwards, only for a geyser of septic tank water to spew outwards and upwards, smashing him against the ceiling as the horn went off once again from Brick's alarm.
-Mike's POV-
"This can't get any worse. It seriously, seriously, can't get any worse." I sat down on the steps of the cabin. The M.P.D. had ruined things before, but never like this. Leave it to Chester to ruin a great time with Zoey, just as they were going to come back together to at least a close friend relationship,
-Flashback-
"Yeah, I can take you water skiing." Mike remarked, stepping into the speedboat from the Episode 5 challenges.
"Cool!" Zoey was already in her bathing suit, and stepping on the skis, she gave Mike a thumbs up with a smile. He gushed, turning around to start it up, when he suddenly gasped, and hunched over.
"Agh Darn it! All these fancy toys are to much for me now! Back in my time we could at least get going without having to press a single button, just crank, crank, crank." Chester remarked, winding in the rope that Zoey's skis were on. Without warning, Mike slipped back into his own personality, and he started the engine. But with Zoey to close to the rear of the boat, when they cut to a sharp corner, she leapt up into the air, landing on the side railing of the boat, before slipping off and falling into the water. Mike caught note instantly, and was going to dive in and save her, when Vito showed up, and rather then jumping in, Vito began flexing his muscles, totally adamant at the fact that there was a female sinking to the bottom. "Yeah, check this out. I've got it all! Man, I'-" GASP! "ZOEY!" Mike clambered over, but as he did Zoey broke the surface, spitting some water out of her mouth, and he landed on top of her, almost drowning her in the process.
-End flashback-
-Zoey's POV-Flashback Confessional Camera-
"There must be something seriously wrong with Mike. And not just his acting, but something must be really, really wrong with him. He is so nice, kind, sweet, and gentle at one time, and then at another he's a ricocheting cannon with no care of human life whatsoever. I'm going to find out what it is. I will assure you that!"
-Mike's POV-
Another sigh escaped my mouth.
"Excuse me, have you seen Chris around here." I looked up to the peitite, feminine voice. The female in question had three features that stuck out instantly. One, she had big, and I mean very big Breasts. Two, she had long, flowing blonde hair that was marvelously complimented by her large blue eyes, and three, half of her height was made of her legs, if not more.
She must of realized I was staring at her, as she waved. "Hi! My name is Lindsey. Have you seen Chris around here?"
"Why do you ask?" I wondered aloud.
"I think that he might want me to do some challenge today."
"Linds…" A deeper, masculine voice remarked. "We aren't contestants this year."
"Ohhhh right! Thanks Tyler!" 'Tyler' walked up, wearing a red jumpsuit and bandanna, coupled with dark brown hair and eyes.
"You one of the new guys?"
"Yeah. Mike's the name." I remarked, standing up and shaking his hand.
"Looks like you've got it all going for your team."
"Thanks." I shook my head though. In all reality, nothing seemed to be going for our team with our strongest players now gone.
"Well, we're just waiting on the boat."
"Boat? The one to take you guys out of here?"
"Yeah. That boat."
"It's just like the Boat of Pain."
"That's Shame Lindsey."
"Ahhhh, right!" She giggled. Apparently her lack of brains was made up by her looks and personality.
"So, you have any friends here or anything?" He asked, sitting down beside me on the steps.
"Not that I can say." I remarked to Tyler's small talk. "No friends really. Just a girl that hangs on me yet I don't want her, and another girl that doesn't know if I'm good enough for her or what."
"I see. Well, if anything has shown itself to be true to me, it would be to stay and fight for the girl of your dreams." I turned my head as Lindsey sat down on Tyler's lap, her smile beaming as he ran his hand through her yellow locks. "Regardless on if they want you or not, and if someone else wants you or not. Go get the girl you want, and don't settle for second best."
"Awww, That's so sweet Tyson."
"It's TYLER!"
"Right. I keep forgetting his name is Tyler." A foghorn sounded from the dock. "Well, Goodbye Michelle!"
"Mike." I remarked as they walked off, waving their hands as they left. I picked up a stick and snapped it in my grip. Tyler had a point. Fight for the girl of your dreams, regardless on if she wants you, or if someone else wants you. "Cameron?" I asked aloud. "Can you tell Anne Maria about me?" I looked around, but my bubble-boy teammate wasn't there.
-Scott's POV-
"I want the notebook you keep with all the information about Mike, Zoey, and Anne Maria on it!" I remarked, holding the small-fry by the coat collar and holding him off the ground, just under my face. "Got it?"
"No!"
"Apparently I'm not making this clear enough to you." I clicked my tongue. "There is a certain Land-shark that wants to eat me, but I'm sure he'll be just as content to eat you. Tell me what the hell is going on, or I'll slit your throat with this, so he can smell it and come racing this way." I held up my good ole' shark tooth, pressing it against his neck.
"Scott? What the hell are you doing?" I looked over my shoulder, dropping the kid and facing Anne Maria, who was holding a spray can in each hand.
"Well, I was just trying to form an alliance with Cameron. How abo-"
"You were not either!" His voice cried from behind me.
I lifted my foot up, and pressed it against his face to where he couldn't talk. "How about it Maria? You like to join the Scott Alliance?" I wiggled my eyebrows, hoping to draw her in.
"First up, you respect the full name. It's Annnnne Ma-Ria! Secondly, I don't work with gay redneck punks that think running kids into the ground is the right thing to do."
"Now look here ANNE Maria. I'm only off-" She punched me in the gut, and I fell over, gasping for breath.
"Shut up stir-fry. Let's go Cameron." Anne Maria grabbed Cameron's hand, yanking him upward and walking off with him in tow.
"Okay, that's it. She's going next. And I'm going to HAVE to get that notebook soon." Sitting upward, the antagonist rubbed his hands together greedily. "Oh yeah. I know JUST what to do, and I won't need the notebook!"
-Zoey's POV-
I sat down on Mike's bed, taking the flower out of my hair and sitting it in a crack the wood had for the upper bunk. I allowed a loud yawn to escape from my throat, and laid downward.
"Hey Mike." I remarked, running his hand through his hair. He rolled over.
"Hey Zoey." THAT WASN'T MIKE!
"SCOTT!" I shouted aloud, leaping out of the bed. "What the hell are you doing in Mike's bed?"
He sat up, showing off his chest as the redhead smirked. "I could say the same thing to you."
"What, you think he'd sleep with YOU?"
Scott scrunched his face up. Mike was NOT his type. "Hardly. I was hoping I could show my love to you."
"Huh?" My eyebrow raised, my brain absolutely puzzled. "I'm not getting something."
"Well babe, it's like this." He pulled the covers back, his entire body in the nude, smelly, unclean, when the hell had this guy showered last? I didn't dare bother to look anywhere near his waist, let alone what would have been there, waiting. Frankly, a grimace had to have spread across my face. "Since I first saw you on the island, I fell for you. You would be, in all cases and respects, my love life, the Romeo to my Juliet, the-"
"I what?" Scott gritted his teeth, and smacked his forehead. "Darn it. Mixed it up again. I mean the Juliet to my Romeo. Still, how about it Zoey? I love you, and that's all that matters now…" The grin that spread on his face wasn't of Lust or Love, but of some hidden motive.
"No-Thank-You!" I stomped my foot down. "I have no problem with us being close friends, but I hardly even know you. There's no way we could be, of all things with this little knowledge of each other, Lovers! For crying out loud Scott, get out of the bed, and get some clothes on!"
He scowled. "Fine. Fine. Fine." He climbed out, and grabbed his usual jeans, hawking them upwards. "But you don't deserve that loser Mike. He can't even decide what girl he loves."
"That may be true, but I can still try." Scott scowled as he walked back to where Jo's bunk used to be. "See ya in the morning Sunshine!" I crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, closing myself off to him and showing I wasn't slightly interested. The nerve.
I laid back down in Mike's bed, pulling the covers up. Mike should show up anytime, and, praise the Lord, he wasn't acting weird at all, although he had a strange limp to his body.
"What happened Mike?"
"I had to run away from some Beavers."
"Beavers? That doesn't sound to bad." I remarked as he climbed in, shaking his messy hair.
"They would tear off their tails, throw them at you, and those tails weighed at least a ton each."
"Oooh."
"What's worse, they would just keep growing tails back. It never stopped!"
"That would explain your skinned calf."
"Exactly."
"Well, I understand. That must of taken everything out of you."
I could see it in Mike's eyes. He wanted to say something, but was holding back. "What is it Mike?"
"Well…" He trailed off. "How about we just get some sleep. Chris will probably set us up for some challenge tomorrow."
"Good point." I remarked, but slightly saddened inside. What was it he needed to hide from me? Was it related to whatever was 'up' with him that made him more then just taken up in acting, almost like he was disconnected from reality. Did he see something with me and Scott? What about Anne Maria? A roll in the bunk opposite told me otherwise. Anne Maria had been asleep this whole time. Okay, it wasn't her at least.
"Okay. Goodnight Mike." I leaned forward, and gave him a soft peck on the cheek, then slid down. However, before I was fully back in a laying position, I felt his hands resting on mine, and I looked, and he pulled me into a kiss of his own. He enslaved my mouth with mine instantly, the dominatrix feeling that washed over their other senses.
-Scott's POV-
I watched as the two lovebirds made out, shaking my head. God-danmed it! If they kept this up, my plan of splitting them up and eliminating them both would be as good as not. It's been 2 minutes, make that 2 and a half.
Finally, I noticed something. They were pulling away, In fact, the girl said something about 'good night' This was just perfect. Now they were going to sleep together. That bond would be hard to sever. I needed to get Cameron's notebook! But I have to get around Anne Maria to do that, and I can't have her eliminated yet if that notebook will do any good. This would be hard to work through.
Well, if Mike's not eliminated in this next episode, this story will start driving to difficulty. If Mike is eliminated, I may have to delete this story for continuity conflicts. Anyways, review! And if you have seen the next episode, don't tell me about it yet. I want it to be a surprise.