Tyler and Alejandro laid in bed together, in complete silence. They had had sex with each other the past night and Tyler was feeling more guilty than ever. He didn't like doing this. He didn't like what he was doing and his unfaithfulness to Lindsay. He had let Alejandro abuse and use him for too long and he knew it was time for him to stand up for himself. Tyler got out of bed and began getting dressed in his regular tracksuit. Alejandro sat up in bed and let out a loud yawn. Tyler turned to meet eyes with Alejandro, but quickly looked away, hoping to avoid any sort of conversation. "Good morning love." Alejandro greeted with a warm smile on his face. After no response, Alejandro knew something was wrong with Tyler, and he felt something bad was about to come his way. "Is something wrong?" Alejandro asked, getting out of bed. Tyler ignored Alejandro's question and continued getting dressed. Alejandro walked up to Tyler and stroked his bicep. "You can always let me know if something is troubling you." Tyler sat down on the bed in frustration, trying to slip on his shoes as quickly as possible.
"I am not doing this anymore." Tyler began. Alejandro knew exactly was Tyler was talking about, but pretending to look confused. "I'm not going to be your pet, your object. I have felt like crap ever since we started doing this and it and it isn't fair to Lindsay. I really love her, and I really care about her. I can't hurt her like this." Tyler stood up and began walking towards the door, but was grabbed at the wrist by Alejandro.
"Don't go." Alejandro demanded, in a soft but very firm tone. "You don't want to do this. Don't do this." Tyler shook Alejandro off of him and turned to him. "I need this."
"What the hell man? Why would you possibly need this? You're just screwing me from time to time and that's it! I've enjoyed it, but I'm done!" Tyler hollered, clenching his fists angrily.
"You've made me feel more important than I ever have." Alejandro admitted, sitting back down on the bed. Tyler immediately felt bad for lashing out at Alejandro. He couldn't tell if Alejandro was about to manipulate him or he was telling the honest truth. "Ever since things ended so badly between Heather and I, I have felt so awful. Everyday seemed like a burden, or a chore. I couldn't go on, but I began thinking about our time on World Tour. We didn't start out the best of friends, and I may have not initially liked you, but you were someone I felt comfortable around. I wasn't afraid to be honest or show my emotions." Alejandro explained, tears slowly swelling in his eyes. The two boys sat in silence. Tyler didn't know how to react.
"Alejandro…" Tyler said. "I don't know….I-" Alejandro interrupted Tyler by grabbing by the shirt, pulling him close and kissing him. Alejandro let go of him and the two of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"Go." Alejandro commanded angrily. "Just go. Don't stay here. You don't care."
"I do! I do care about you but I can't cheat on my girlfriend!" Tyler explained, hopping off of the bed.
"Please! Don't give me that! You didn't give a damn until she finally remembered who you were and then you felt bad. You didn't care unless she cared. She doesn't even know so we aren't hurting her. Your logic makes no sense!" Alejandro screamed.
"Al, please-" Tyler was once more interrupted by Alejandro, who slammed his fist into the wall. Tyler uneasily backed away from him. Alejandro stood up, his broad and muscled figure towering over Tyler.
"Leave." Alejandro said, in a deep, threatening and angry tone. Tyler stood, frozen with fear and overcome with how Alejandro has just behaved towards him. "LEAVE!" Alejandro screamed, whisking the table lamp off of the nightstand and smashing it into the wall. Tyler quickly fled from the room, leaving Alejandro alone with his rage. From outside the room, Tyler could hear Alejandro throwing stuff around and cursing. Tyler slid down onto the floor, propping himself up against the wall. He buried his head in his knees and began to sob. He didn't like making people angry or having people upset with him, and after what happened with someone who he really trusted and cared for, he was a wreck.
From around the corner, Beth appeared, speed walking with five pound weights in each of her hands. "Two more floors Beth, and you're done!" Beth said to herself as she pumped her arms back and forth energetically. Beth , not looking where she was going, tripped over Tyler's feet and face planted into the ground. "What on earth…" Beth rolled over on her back and looked to see Tyler, hovering over her. "Did you just trip me?!"
"No!" Tyler exclaimed. "Well, yeah. I didn't mean to. So technically no." Tyler grabbed Beth by the hands and helped her off of the ground.
"I can't get in my daily cardio if I have people tripping me all the time." Beth said. "What are you even doing out in the hall anyway on the ground?"
"It's nothing." Tyler mumbled, trying to wipe his tears away before Beth could notice.
"You're crying! What's wrong!?" Beth asked, putting one hand on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler looked away, hiding his face from Beth. "Don't tell me something isn't wrong, I'm good at this stuff. My friend Elizabeth once pooped her pants, and she told me nothing was wrong but once I smelled it, I knew there was a problem. I can tell when something is wrong." Tyler turned to Beth and uncovered his face, still red and covered with his tears.
"It's Alejandro." Tyler said under his breath, choking on tears.
"What about him?" Beth asked, wiping her off her glasses which were covered in condensation from Tyler's heavy breathing in between his sobs.
"We had a fight. We...we we're dating. Sort of. I guess." Tyler admitted Beth took her hand off of Tyler's shoulder and took a few steps back. "We, well, we had sex," Beth's jaw dropped and she stepped even further away from Tyler. "What!?"
"You and Alejandro?!" Beth screamed so loud the entire hotel could have heard her. Tyler shushed, running up to her and putting his hand over her mouth. Beth smacked Tyler's hand off of her mouth and pushed him back. "I can't believe you! You're dating Lindsay! Why would you do that to her?!"
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt her and I never meant to cause anyone pain. I just want things to go back to the way they used to be. I never wanted Alejandro and I never wanted any of this. I want Lindsay!" Tyler cried, sinking back down to the ground with tears once again running down his face. Beth crossed her arms and stared at Tyler disapprovingly. She felt bad for him but she couldn't excuse his betrayal to her best friend and his girlfriend.
"You hurt my best friend Tyler. If you hurt her, you hurt me. I can't believe you would do something so selfish and mean. I'm telling her! I'm not going to let my best friend make this mistake ever again!" Beth declared, dashing away from Tyler down the hall.
"Beth! No!" Tyler screamed, shooting up off the ground and bolting after her. He attempted to catch up to her but it was no use. Beth was too quick, too determined for Tyler. Beth ended up making it back to her hotel room and telling Lindsay of the news and she was heart broken. She collapsed onto the bed in tears. She was inconsolable. Tyler didn't know the storm that was about to come his way from both Beth and Lindsay. The two girls sat on their bed and ordered room service and discussed how they were going to get back at Tyler for what he had done.
"Taylor is an idiot if he thinks he can get away with this. Tonight we're going to make him pay. But we need a lunch break. I haven't eaten since yestersundown and it's almost two!" Lindsay complained as she finished painting her toenails a bright blue-black hue. "There, now my toes can match all my tears." Lindsay wiped large amounts of mascara off her face that had been running due to her incessantly crying.
"Why don't we prank call his mom?" Beth suggested, which was ultimately dismissed by Lindsay. 'Let's order a bunch of pizzas under his name so he has to pay for it!" Beth began laughing, rolling all over her bed. Lindsay rolled her eyes and began pacing around the room.
"Beth, your ideas are sort of stupid. We need something with passion, daring, adventure! We must risk it all!" Lindsay triumphantly cried, standing up on the TV cabinet, knocking over the TV, causing the screen to smash inwards, breaking the TV. "Oopsie." Lindsay hopped off and began picking up broken shards of the TV screen. Beth sighed angrily and assisted Lindsay in cleaning up the mess. There was suddenly a loud banging coming from the air vent in their room. The two girls turned to the air vent and backed up uneasily. There were several more bangs and the cover to the air vent popped off, flying across the room. Izzy slithered out of the air vent and shot forward, tackling Beth. Lindsay screamed and jumped up onto the nightstand, knocking over lamp, causing it to smash all over the floor. "Oopsie…"
"I have an idea!" Izzy chimed, sitting down on Beth's chest, causing her to wheeze in pain. "Why don't we kill Alejandro?" Lindsay and Beth stared at Izzy in disbelief. "Like, fake kill him."
"That…" Lindsay began. "...is a great idea! This is all his fault anyway so we might as well return the favor. He ruined my life so let's end his!" Lindsay and Izzy giggled like little girls. Beth attempted to speak by couldn't due to Izzy crushing her ribcage.
"I want lunch!" Izzy exclaimed, jumping off of Beth and running to the hotel room door and throwing it open. "Hello? Is that you lunch" Izzy called out quietly. "To the dining hall!" Izzy, Lindsay and Beth all raced to the elevator and took it down to the lobby. They exited to the lobby to find two gurneys, with bodies on each of them, soaked in blood. It was revealed the gurneys carried the body of Noah and the severed body of Trent.. The only bodies that weren't present were those of Blainley, Josh and Heather. There was a large stain of blood where her body was, but it was nowhere in sight and no one knew why the blood stain was there to begin with.
The three girls entered the dining hall together. The dining hall was humongous. It was filled with large circular tables, decorated with green carpet, wood paneled walls, giant golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and many ostentatious paintings hung around the room. Sierra, Cody, LeShawna, Bridgette, Geoff, Tyler and Courtney were all seated at a table near the center of the room. Izzy, Lindsay and Beth all seated themselves at the table, filling up every seat at the table except for one. Everyone sat at the table in silence. No one knew what to say or what to do. Everyone thought they were finally free from the Killer. That they had escaped it all. They had three more days left at Playa Des Losers after this day, and then they were free. Chris had attempted to reach out to authorities but the telephone lines had been cut and there was no internet reception whatsoever on the island.
"Does anyone know where Alejandro is?" Bridgette asked, her voice quivering with fear with the possibility that he could be dead. Bridgette caught the gaze of Courtney, who had an expression of pure malice and hatred. She had not forgiven Bridgette nor LeShawna for throwing her journal into Izzy, Cody, Noah and Sierra's room.
"He's up in our room." Tyler replied, looking down at the table, shielding his face from everyone so they wouldn't see the tears that had began swelling up in his eyes. This caught the attention of Lindsay. She could tell something was wrong with Tyler, but eventually became distracted with another task. Lunch was served moments later and everyone ate in complete silence. No one discussed anything of the events that had happened since their arrival to Playa Des Losers and no one discussed anything at all. The entire meal was silent until the very end.
"We can't let this defeat us!" cried Sierra, jumping up on the table. Everyone jumped in their seat in shock and stared at Sierra. "We are the Total Drama crew! We can fight through this and stop whoever is causing us all this harm! I believe in every single one of you." Everyone remained in silence, unable to respond to Sierra's announcement. Sierra was right. They had been with each other for three years and most had grown very close to each other. They could not let this horrible crime defeat them. This was the time to persevere and carry on and remain strong. It was cheesy, but it was true. In all honestly, no one knew what to do. This wasn't a game. People were dying, being slaughtered. Their friends and their loved ones were being killed and it seemed there was nothing they could do about it.
"Let's do this!" Geoff slurred, falling forward onto the table. Bridgette flashed an uneasy grin to everyone,trying to remain as her hammered boyfriend began rambling on about random, irrelevant things.
"Geoff...maybe you should go upstairs." Bridgette suggested as she attempted to help Geoff out of his seat. She wanted to get him away from everyone before he could embarrass her anymore than he already was.
"Dude...are you okay?" asked Cody, observing Geoff's bloodshot eyes. Geoff released an intoxicated giggle and Cody got a nose full of Geoff's liquored breath. Cody groaned in discomfort and sunk down in his chair. Sierra put her arm around Cody and smothered him with her breasts. LeShawna noticed the tense situation going on with Bridgette and Geoff and stood up to assist.
"I got this girl, you just sit down and enjoy lunch." LeShawna said, leading Bridgette back to her seat. Before Bridgette could object, LeShawna had marched Geoff out of the dining hall with no effort at all. She pushed him out and closed the giant doors that lead out of the room and locked them. "Now that is how a sista' does it!" she cheered, snapping her fingers and strutting back to the table.
"More like that's how a bitch does it." scoffed Courtney under her breath, just audible enough that LeShawna and a few other could hear.
"Don't think I didn't hear you." LeShawna grumbled, sitting down in her seat and giving Courtney a satre of anger.
For the next couple of hours, everyone carried out casual conversation, discussing their dreams and their aspirations for life. Time went on as it does and after a very lengthy and open conversation, most of everyone had left the table to go elsewhere in the hotel. Only Bridgette, Sierra, Cody and Courtney remained at the table. Sierra had for the eighth time, ordered dessert for herself and was scarfing down another bowl of ice cream. Courtney was on her PDA, attempting to reach the outside world and make communications. Cody was sitting, bored and Sierra wasn't letting him leave until she did. Bridgette stayed at the table because she was trying to enjoy the company of others, and right now during this time of crisis, that is all that she wanted. However, this wasn't working for her.
Though she was surrounded and in the company of people, Bridgette felt truly alone. She felt like she couldn't take to anyone about what was happening without them getting annoyed. Everyone was trying to keep a positive outlook on the situation, which was very hard to due. Geoff, the one Bridgette thought she could turn to, dismissed her whenever she approached him. He had grown accustomed to drinking, and he did a lot of it. Bridgette was worried Geoff was hurting himself with his excessive amount of alcohol intake on an hourly basis. Since arriving to the island, Geoff had been constantly drunk, and this lunch they all had was no exception. Bridgette was very mortified with his behavior. She didn't want people to think her relationship was in jeopardy and she cared a lot about Geoff and couldn't stand seeing him do something like this to himself.
"I'm going to ask Chef if I can get some banana pudding!" Sierra said. "I am just so starving and this food is amazing! I hope he doesn't mind me being a little-"
"Fat?" Courtney interjected. Courtney glared at Sierra and hastily looked away from her. Sierra crossed her arms and stopped off to the kitchen to go talk to Chef. Courtney looked around the table to realize she was only sitting with Bridgette and Cody now. "Well this is uncomfortable." Courtney got up and walked out of the dining hall, disgusted by the mere thought of sitting near Bridgette. Cody rolled his eyes and turned to Bridgette, who was very tuned out at the moment.
"So, what's going on with Geoff?" Cody asked with honest concern in his tone. Bridgette turned to Cody with tears swelling up in her eyes. "Bridgette…" Cody handed Bridgette and napkin off of the table and she tried her eyes with it. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"It's okay. I don't want to see Geoff do this to himself. I care so much about him and it hurts me to see him hurting so much he does this." Bridgette sobbed into her napkin. "He used to be a happy, fun loving guy and now he's just miserable and depressed and it's all my fault. I made us take this leadership position over everyone and make it our responsibility to make sure everyone is alive. We didn't do that and I've learned it isn't our fault by Geoff doesn't feel that way. He cares about everyone so much and this is destroying him…"
"Bridgette…" Cody gave Bridgette a tight hug and patted her on the back. "We're almost out of here It's okay." The sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the dining hall and Cody and Bridgette turned to see Sierra standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Sierra?"
"Hands off of him! You hussey!" Sierra screamed, charging full speed at Bridgette. She dove right into Bridgette and she fell backwards out of her chair onto the ground. "Don't you steal my man!" Sierra began slapping Bridgette all over her face.
"Stop!" Cody shouted, watching as Sierra's attack got more aggressive. "Sierra, stop right now!" Cody continued to watch, unable to think of what to do. With one, strong kick, Bridgette got Sierra off of her.
"Too...much...sugar…" Sierra panted, collapsing onto the ground in exhaustion.
"What the hell!" Bridgette angrily screamed at Sierra. "Whatever, I'm out of here." Bridgette stomped out of the dining hall, leaving only Sierra and Cody.
"I didn't find any ice cream." stated Sierra, sitting up.
"Good!" Cody said. "You don't need to consume anything with sugar or caffeine for the next five years."
"But I did see something weird." Sierra began, standing up. "I didn't see Chef anywhere and on one of the counters was this weird blood stained journal. I opened it up and began looking through it and it was Courtney's journal!"
"Didn't Noah have Courtney's journal when Izzy kicked him out of our hotel room?" Cody asked nervously. Sierra nodded obnoxiously with a weird, disturbed expression. "And he was...killed. But why is the journal in the kitchen? Someone must have put it there."
"We have to go investigate." Sierra said, grabbing Cody and dragging him into the kitchen. She pulled him to the back of the large kitchen where most of the canned goods were, stacked high up ons shelves, creating a maze of some sort. "It was right here." Sierra walked up to a counter which had a few small blood stains on it. "It's gone?" Sierra began frantically looking around. "I swear it was here!"
"Can we just go? This place is making me uncomfortable." Cody grunted, huddling close to Sierra. Sierra however persisted and continued her search for Courtney's missing journal. She began throwing cabinets open, looking in the freezers and looking behind items stacked on shelves. "Sierra this is really pointless. It would be better if we just left." A large shelf filled with canned soups then tipped over and hit the ground with a large crash. Sierra and Cody screamed and turned towards the overturned shelf. "What on earth?!" Cody cried as he was pulled up off of the ground by Sierra.
"Who goes there villain?" Sierra called out heroically. "I am not scared of you, you will not defeat me! This is your end!" Sierra picked up a large salad fork and held it out in front of her defensively. She backed up against a shelf stacked with bags of flour. She motioned for Cody to come over to her, which he did. They stood in silence as they heard footsteps echo in the kitchen. Sierra moved two bags of flour apart from each other to create window so she could see through the shelf into the rest of the kitchen. There was no one in sight. She turned around to see Cody army crawling down the aisle of shelves. "Where are you going?" Sierra whispered. Cody looked at Sierra and continued crawling away.
Before Sierra could walk over the Cody, a hand came through from the other side of the shelf and grabbed Sierra by the hair. Sierra let out a wild scream as she struggled to escape. Sierra face planted into the ground and rolled over to see the shelf she had just been leaning against tipping over. The shelf smashed down on her, and so did all the bags of flour. Cody hopped off of the ground to see the Killer standing where the shelf used to stand. The Killer paid no attention to Cody and went directly to Sierra. Struggling to get out from underneath the shelf, Sierra let out a series of screams to alert anyone nearby of her distress. Cody stood, frozeo in thought on if he should try to help Sierra or go get help. The Killer stood next to Sierra and watched her attempt to squirm away. With all their might, the Killer kicked Sierra right across the face. They withdrew a blade from inside their rode and kneeled over Sierra, who was profusely crying. The Killer was suddenly tackled by Cody and thrown the the ground, losing their knife which had slid across the kitchen floor.
Cody began weakly punching the Killer which had no effect at all. The Killer kicked Cody off of them and socked him right across the face. Cody slammed into the ground, out cold from the intensity of the punch. The Killer turned their attention to Sierra, who was finally free from the shelf which trapped her. "Don't you ever touch my Codykins like that!" Sierra ran full speed at the Killer with her arms out. Reacting very swiftly, the Killer took a glass bowl off of a nearby counter and smashed it into Sierra's face. Sierra flew back and fell onto the ground. The Killer picked up a broken shard of the glass bowl and stabbed Sierra right through the right eye. They removed the shard and stabbed Sierra in the other eye. With the same piece of glass, they slowly began slicing Sierra's face off.