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Chapter 7: Bridgette

Courtney, DJ, Geoff, and I ventured deep into the woods. When we had been on Total Drama Island, these woods had never looked particularly frightening, even when I had to stay in them alone for six hours. Now they looked dangerous. It seemed like death was stalking behind every tree. At any time, a tree could collapse. All we had to do was wait for the song…

Geoff tried to lighten the mood by talking. It didn't work too well.

"So as we were passing the rhinos, I suddenly heard that song in my head," he was saying. "I was so surprised that I fell off the tour cart. I must've spooked the rhino because he started chargin' towards me."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Courtney spoke first. "Geoff, I don't care," she growled. "Now shut up."

Geoff stared at her blankly. Then he laughed. "So anyway," he continued, turning to me, "I thought I was a goner. But luckily my mom got me out of the way in time."

"That's good," I said, "Can't imagine what we'd do without you, Geoff." He smiled at me.

"Hey guys!" DJ said suddenly, "I think I see something up ahead!"

"Is it Duncan?" Courtney asked eagerly.

"I don't think so," DJ responded, "It looks like a cottage."

"Huh? That's not right," I said. "There were no cottages on Total Drama Island. Or at least not that I know of."

"Maybe we didn't see it while we were on the show," DJ suggested.

"Well, whatever the reason, it looks like someone's home," Courtney pointed out.

We saw that she was right. Smoke rose from the chimney of the little hut. As we came closer, we saw a large front porch. On the porch there was a rocking chair, and sitting in the rocking chair was an ancient old woman. Her hair looked like thin threads of string and was pure white. She had about a thousand wrinkles and looked to be around one hundred fifty years old. She was puffing on a pipe as she knitted and rocked in her chair.

"Maybe she knows where Duncan is," Geoff suggested, walking over to her.

"Or maybe she's the assassin in disguise!" Courtney hissed, as DJ and I followed him.

As we got closer to the old woman, we could smell her. She smelled like a dead body hat was dug out of its grave after resting for a thousand years. And dirt. She smelled like dirt.

She looked up as we approached, but didn't say anything. "Hey there!" Geoff greeted her.

"Why hello Sonny!" the woman said, cheerfully. She seemed friendly enough. "My, my, it's been awhile since I've gotten visitors" The four of us looked at each other. "I'm Ulga, by the way," the old lady said as we opened our mouths to speak. "May I ask for your names?"

"Uh, I'm Bridgette," I replied, introducing myself. "And this is Courtney, DJ, and Geoff." I pointed to each of my friends in turn.

"Pleased to meet each of you," Ulga said.

"Excuse me Ulga," Courtney said, before she could go on, "We're looking for a friend of ours. He's kind of tough looking with a green Mohawk. Have you seen him?"

"Why yes!" Ulga replied. There was a pause as we waited for her to continue.

"Er, can you tell us where he went?" I wondered.

"Yes," she replied. Another pause.

"Like, now?"

"Of course, Darling. He went that way!" she finally told us. "He looked angry for some reason. I tried to offer him some company, he completely ignored me!"

"Thank you for the information," I said to her, nodding. Then we headed off in the direction she told us.

"That old hag sure was suspicious," Courtney muttered as we walked. "You would think that someone would have known she was there."

"Maybe she built that cottage while we were gone," DJ suggested.

"But it takes more than three weeks to build a house. She would have had to start as soon as we left, but that still isn't enough time. Plus, there were no construction vehicles, no nothing!"

"Courtney's right." I agreed. "And I think everyone in Canada knows that this island was already being used. Not to mention bears should've gotten her."

"When you put it that way, that is pretty suspicious," Geoff said. "Who knows how she got here, but I say she's a prime suspect right now."

"Maybe Chris knows something about her," DJ said. "We need to ask him when we get back to camp. But right now, we have to find Duncan."

"Right," we all agreed. We kept walking until the sky started to turn red as the sun went down. By that time, we were all tired.

"This is hopeless," I muttered, "Duncan could be anywhere by now. For all we know, he could be back at camp."

"Yeah Courtney," Geoff agreed, "It's going to be dark soon. We should head back."

Courtney sighed, admitting defeat. "All right." She mumbled, "You're right. We should head back."

As we started heading back towards camp (yes, we did still know which direction it was), I suddenly noticed something on the ground. Something red and glistening.

Blood.

"Wait guys," I said, stopping and crouching. "Look at this." They all crouched.

"It's blood." DJ observed. "It's forming a trail."

"We should follow it," I suggested. "Maybe it will lead to something."

I tried to hold in my worst fear of where this blood came from as we followed it. We followed the trail deeper and deeper into the forest until we found its source. Courtney gasped and ran forward. My fears had been confirmed.

Lying on the ground, unconscious in a pool of blood, was Duncan.

Gasp! What happened to Duncan!?! Who is this old lady and what is she doing here!?! Is Duncan the Murderer's first kill? Find out the answer to (some) of these questions in the next chapter where Duncan will voice his side of the story!

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