Like the last chapter I did, this chapter is sad! I don't own any of the characters in the story.

Alejandro hid behind a bush; when Trent came down to see his dead father, lying lifeless on the ground.

Trent walked over to the corpse, started to poke it, and said, "Dad. Come on. It's time to go home. Dad." Trent started to tear up, when his father made no movement. Trent kept looking at his father, thinking it was all just a dream. His father had scratches all over him, his clothes were ripped, and he was soaked in his own blood. Then like he did, the other day, Trent came to his father's side and smacked his head, hoping he would wake up, like he usually did, but his father didn't open his eyes.

Tears were coming out of Trent's eyes as he yelled, "Help!" No answer. "Somebody!" Still no answer. "Anybody!" No one answered the crying, little boy. "Help…" Knowing nobody was around to help him, Trent walked over to his father's dead body and laid next to him, hugging him and crying, even though he knew, he would get his father's blood on his clothes.

Alejandro got up from behind the bush, and moved slowly to his crying nephew, and dead brother. His plan had worked.

"Trent." Alejandro said, quietly. Trent gasped and looked up. "What have you done?"

Trent stood up. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to. I didn't expect any of this to happen."

"Oh, no one expects these things, but I did tell you not to play with your guitar so loudly." Alejandro said, while Trent rushed to his uncle and cried in his chest. "But I'm afraid to tell you, your father is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive." Trent kept crying, when he heard Alejandro gasp, and say, "What will your mother think?"

Trent looked up at Alejandro, and asked, "What should I do?"

"Run away." Alejandro said. Trent let go of his uncle and stepped back a little. "Run away and never return." Trent nodded, and ran as fast as he could. Unknown to Trent, Alejandro smiled, as Ezekiel, Justin, and Izzy came from behind him.

"Kill him." Alejandro ordered, and the three troublemakers ran towards Trent, pocket knives in their hands. After they left to kill Trent, Alejandro kneeled down to his dead brother and ripped off Chris's seashell necklace, and said, "Looks like this is mine, now." Then, he walked away.

Meanwhile, Trent stopped in his tracks and looked up. He was at a dead end, until he saw an opening just big enough for him to squeeze through. Trent quickly made his way to the hole, hearing the three teens running toward him. Just as he got himself through the hole, Justin stabbed the rocky wall, thinking he would get Trent. Justin growled in frustration.

Trent continued to crawl through the hole which led him to a big cave. Trent quickly ran out of the rocky home. Then, out of nowhere, Izzy and Ezekiel jumped in front of him. Trent gasped and turned the other way, with Izzy, Ezekiel, and soon Justin, following him. Trent ran right toward a bunch of thorn bushes, and jumped into them, hoping they wouldn't chase him through there. Ezekiel quickly stopped, not wanting to be hurt by some plants. He was soon bumped a little, by Izzy, and then was forcefully pushed into the thorn bush, when Justin bumped Izzy, bumping Ezekiel.

Ezekiel yelled in pain, while Justin and Izzy laughed. Then, Justin saw Trent had made it through the thorn bushes and screamed, "Aw! There he goes! There he goes!"

Ezekiel slowly got out of the bushes, "Well, go after him, eh!"

"What? And end up looking like you, Thorn Butt? Besides if he ever comes back, we'll kill him." Justin told the home school, as Ezekiel was pulling thorns out of his butt. Izzy laughed at him. Ezekiel threw some thorns at her, but she continued to laugh.

Ezekiel nodded, and screamed, "Ya! Ya hear that, eh! If you ever come back, we'll kill you!" All three of them watched as Trent kept running deeper and deeper into the forest.

Later that night, Alejandro and Chris's friends, family, and workers, were all on the front yard of Chris's mansion.

"I'm afraid to tell you all, that tragedy struck today." Alejandro said. "Chris was killed in a bear attack. And it killed Trent as well."

Blaineley sat on the porch, crying in her hands. Cody sat next to her, a hand on her knee.

Courtney's mom held Courtney in her arms. Courtney teared up, and started crying in her mother's shoulder.

The rest of the people, who worked for Chris, started tearing up, and crying.

"But fear not," Alejandro said, putting on Chris's necklace. "I will be the new director of Total Drama, and there will be some changes."

Everyone gasped, as they saw delinquents, laughing, and coming toward the mansion.

"One change will be that we will work with these people together." Alejandro said, full of power. "And nothing will stop us in our way."

On the roof of one of the houses in the neighborhood, Chef Hatchet sat there. How he got up there in his stage, I'll never know. Chef had heard, along with the others, about the horrible deaths that had taken place that day. He groaned with sadness.

When he got to his kitchen, on the island of Camp Wawanakwa, he went to the wall that he had painted on. It was the painting of a baby with long, black hair, green eyes, and on its forehead, there was the paintball mark, Chef had given it. Chef was trying hard not to cry when he looked at the picture, all he could do was look away and put his hand over the painting and smear it.

Hopefully, this wasn't as sad as the last one. But I will promise you that the next chapter will be better, and happier. And we'll introduce who is Timon, and who is Pumbaa. Until then, please review!