(AN: Finally, finally, finally we're at episode 10! I hope you're alright with alternate episode titles; with the way things are going in this fic, I don't think Heather's going to sabotage anyone in a zeppelin today…)
Chris: Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island, the teams became one, and Justin became hot again! The final 6 competitors had to book it by car through Chef's military training! Unfortunately, the budget cuts made things a lot tamer than we would've liked, so it was a smooth trip for everyone! Well, save Anne Maria; her car wouldn't start! Ha ha! Sam nearly gave up, until a second wind caused him to throw Anne Maria to the curb! Staci further humiliated her by voting out her beau, Justin! With only 5 left, it's anyone's game, here on Total…Drama…Revenge of the Island!
*cue the theme song*
Episode 10: One if by Air, Two if by Sea
"So, B!" Chris said, flourishing to the challenge victor, "I forgot to mention that since you got first today, the spa hotel is all yours.
"Furthermore, if you feel like you really want to, you can bring any other competitor with you!"
B furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
His eyes settled on Sam. He pointed at him.
"Oh! Looks like B's taking the noble choice and bringing Sam back to the hotel with him tonight! Well, happy trails!"
Sam was taken aback at the gesture. "Wha?"
Sam: Well, huh! Didn't know B had that much respect for me.
B: *he's drawing a tally chart of the two teams and how much each member contributed to a win. He has Sam marked for the final 3 team challenges, as well as a half-mark for the underwater scuba race. He shrugs his shoulders*
B and Sam stepped upstairs into the spa hotel. Sam breathed in the smell of cinnamon; the butler had just pulled out some cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven.
"Ah, good evening, sirs," he said, opening the icing pack. "These are for you, if you choose to have them."
Sam smiled. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Sam: So, I'm still not quite sure on how to feel right now, but I think I should do my best in the competition from here on out! For Dakota! *he pounds his fist into his open hand*
Anne Maria dragged Staci away from the loser cabins by her ear. Brick peered out of the window as he saw Staci's mouthed "ow, ow, ow's" as the pair drew further and further away.
He sighed. "Well, I can either get ready for bed or get some nightly practice in…"
Brick: Daily routine is tantamount in my mind! If I can't exercise in the mornings, then I can try again in the evening, nighttime, or whenever I have free time! No excuses!
Brick set out of the cabins, sprinting to and from the mess hall.
"One and two and one and two and…"
"Why did you do that to me?!" Anne Maria hissed shrilly at her alliance partner.
Staci looked away and rubbed the back of her neck. She gulped nervously and took a deep breath.
"I can't see you two together, like, at all," she said. "Furthermore, Justin wasn't the most…helpful of team members…"
Anne Maria slapped Staci across the face, leaving a visible mark. "How dare you?! Who said you were tha master of my love life! F-bleep!- you for stabbin' me and kinda-babe in the back!"
Anne Maria: I'm not gonna fuhget what she did to me! She'll pay!
Anne Maria calmed down. "Now then…who's next?"
Staci looked confused. "Wait, what?"
"Hey, I fuhgive you! I see whatcha talkin' bout and you're prolly right!
"Back to my question tho, who do you wanna get out next? I mean, you're the one who's influencin' these eliminations indirectly!"
Staci leaned back against the confessional outhouse and thought about it.
"I…I don't know…"
Staci: Anne Maria's obviously got something out for B, but if we're not careful, either Brick or Sam can sneak up from behind and eliminate us! Not good…unless…*she pulls out the Brick and Sam effigy* Time to kick things up a notch…
Anne Maria and Staci were resting on their bunks as Brick came back in from his nightly routine.
"Good evening, ladies!" he said, saluting them. "It's a pleasure to sleep with you tonight, ma'ams!"
Anne Maria rolled her eyes and flipped herself over on the bed. Staci ignored him.
"Well, gee, that's a greeting…" Brick muttered to himself as he got ready for bed.
The night changed to daylight quickly, and by 9:00, all of the contestants were in the mess hall awaiting their challenge instructions.
"Good morning, everyone!" Chris said, pacing in front of the 5. "Today is going to be quite a day! Expect to spend most of the morning and afternoon completing this doozy of a challenge!
"Chef's out by Route 400, getting everything set up for your 3-way race to the finish here on the island! You're going to be flying, swimming, and racing your way in three legs!"
Everyone groaned. "But we did something like this last time!" Staci said, crossing her arms. "What's different about this one?"
"I'm so glad you asked!" Chris said. "For one thing, there's no vote tonight, meaning that the invincibility ticket Sam's holding might as well be useless!
"That's right, last place loser is going home!"
Everyone gasped. "Well, that's a twist…" Brick said under his breath.
"Furthermore, the race rankings from yesterday's challenge will determine your starting position! First place has first pick, second place goes next, and so on and so forth!
"Lastly, we've left a few piles of junk around, just in case you want to modify any pre-existing vehicle! You'll have 10 minutes' max to make your changes each leg, so think quickly and on your feet! …or in this case, wheels."
A loud whirring sound greeted the contestants from outside. "Oh, there's Chef!" Chris said happily. "He'll explain more on the way over!"
However, the whirring sound drowned out anything that the contestants might have heard. "What?" Brick asked.
Brick: So, I proved myself in the driving competition the other day…but none of us have pilot's licenses nor a boating license! Now what?!
Within a few minutes, the helicopter had touched down near the highway. Next to it were an assortment of flying vehicles: a small, rusty, twin-prop plane, a hot air balloon, a pair of wings, an old, run-down jetpack, and the grand prize: A Piper Cub, freshly fueled and engine humming.
Next to all of that was a pile of parts, presumably dug up from the scrapyard.
"So, big guy, since you won yesterday, you've got first pickins'…" Chef said, crossing his arms. "Now get to it! Next person's choosin' in 30 seconds!"
B immediately made for the Piper Cub. He examined every piece of the dash once inside; it had been modified so that any normal 16-year-old could fly it reasonably well.
"And he's off!" Chef said, as B closed the cockpit and taxied for takeoff. "Next!"
Brick immediately went for the hot air balloon. He pulled the chain and smiled as the hot air lifted it up, up, and away.
"Well, that's 2!" Chef said, as Brick got rid of the sandbags slightly weighing the balloon down. "Another 20 seconds to go!"
Meanwhile, B was leaps and bounds ahead of the competition; he whistled a jaunty tune as he flew in the general direction of the next leg.
What he didn't expect, however, was the obstacles.
B gasped as he saw cages and cages of Canada geese open up as he flew past. He tried to steer out of the way, but it was no good.
Some geese got caught in his engine turbine; the shower of blood they left was gruesome. B looked over to see smoke coming out of one side of the wing.
However, just ahead, although slightly hazy, B could see the boats for the next leg.
B: *he plays a sound on his sound recorder. A Jaws sting plays, and he wipes his forehead*
Meanwhile, Staci had taken off in the rusty twin-prop. She looked at the low fuel gauge and grimaced.
Staci: So, I'm thinking that this plane hasn't been maintained in years. It's a miracle it still flies!
"You're next, gamer kid!"
Sam strapped on the pair of wings. "Hey, I'll take my chances!"
Sam: Yeah, the jetpack could've been a better pick, but look at that thing! It'll probably break under my weight! *he chuckles* Besides, I can accomplish my dream of being one of those Fowl Hunter birds! Heheh, hopefully no dog will be my undoing today!
Sam was struggling to keep himself afloat; he hadn't accounted for his weight while flying in the air.
"C'mon, c'mon! Dakota's happiness depends on it!"
All of a sudden, a blur of pink shot past his right side, followed by a searing amount of pain.
Anne Maria's jetpack had left a great gash in Sam's shoulder, which further hampered his ability to fly.
"Aw, man!" Sam groaned, doubling his flight efforts.
Sam: For a minute, there, I thought I wasn't going to make it! Whoo-wee! Thankfully I didn't have that dog derisively laughing at me, hahaha.
Brick was lazily floating along, barely making a sound. However, his silence was soon broken.
The unmistakable sound of Staci's twin-prop plane started to come closer and closer behind him, closely followed by Anne Maria's jetpack.
"Oh, boy…" he said, looking more and more nervous. "Where's Sam?"
Anne Maria, however, went too fast to see him. She rocketed past and was gone. However, Brick swore he could barely hear a goose getting skewered.
Brick looked once more behind him. He sighed in relief; Sam was starting to gain more ground.
Brick: The last thing I want to do is have Sam go home after getting so far! I mean, that's what a friend is for, right?
Brick was ready to ascend higher to avoid Staci's approach, but there was a problem. His arm wouldn't move to pull the chain.
Wait, what?! What gives here?
Brick tried his other arm, to no avail. His eyes widened as he saw the flock of Canada geese coming straight towards him.
Meanwhile, creeping up from his left side, Staci smiled as she had effigy-Brick's arms pinned down.
Staci: So, Anne Maria said get rid of Brick and Sam, huh? Sam's a pushover; Brick, now, he's the one to worry about!
Brick gasped as the two-pronged attack of Staci's right-side propeller and the geese punctured his balloon in no time.
No, no, no!
Brick screamed as he started his descent. C'mon, there's gotta be something I can do!
"Brick! Jump on!"
Sam flapped his wings as hard as he could below him.
Brick gasped as he jumped from the sinking balloon. "I don't think you can support both of us!"
"Oh, buddy, believe me, that's a risk I'm more than willing to take!"
Sam: Hey, it builds good arm strength, am I, right? *he attempts to make a muscle, but frowns as it's all flab*
Sam gasped and flapped faster than he had ever gone. Supporting Brick to the end of the first leg was a daunting task.
Meanwhile, B's Cub was shaking more and more vigorously; the turbulence and the faulty engines were taking its toll.
He sighed in relief as he saw the boats coming up through the haze, and dipped the plane for landing.
His relief, however, was short-lived.
"TAKE THAT, YA DIRTY N-bleep!-!"
Anne Maria zoomed past his right side, tearing through his wing completely in the process. B's eyes widened incredulously as his plane dipped.
B: *he's holding a diagram of Anne Maria's hair, with an arrow leading to the wing. Below the diagram reads "+ speed = ?" He looks up at the camera and shrugs his shoulders*
Anne Maria smashed into the dockside. Coughing and spluttering, she threw off her jetpack and examined her choices.
In front of her was a luxurious yacht, a crusty speedboat, a rubber raft, a decrepit rowboat, and a plank of wood with no paddles to speak of.
"Well, it's been a good life!" she snickered, hopping onto the yacht. Sighing in relief as the yacht started instantly, she started the second leg of the race.
"And Anne Maria takes the lead for the first time this challenge!" Chris's voice said, carrying throughout the entire challenge area. "Better be careful, gang, she's definitely out for blood!"
B, in the meantime, was panicking. His cockpit rocked as he made his descent. He looked over at his wing, which was now smoking.
He wiped his forehead and gunned for the water in front of him.
"Seems like B's going for a daring dive into the drink!" Chris's voice echoed again, "and here he comes, going down…down…wait for it…"
B braced for impact. The plane smashed hard into the water, as if the latter were a solid wall.
B's head smashed against the pilot stick, his seat belt saving him from launching out of the plane.
He sighed in relief as the plane slowed to a halt, but panicked again as he started to feel it sinking.
"B's getting outta there!" Chris said, "…and it looks like the other three aren't too far behind!"
Staci hit the "eject" button on her plane. "Gosh, honestly, every plane should have this!"
Sam and Brick watched as Staci shot high into the air, before falling straight down like a heavy rock.
The two winced as she slammed hard into the dock, shattering it and setting the boats free.
"Oh, boy…" Brick groaned.
Sam just continued to gasp and flap.
Brick: Kudos to Sam for holding out for this long!
Staci wearily popped her head above the water. "Ohhhh…is it breakfast time yet?"
B, however, went straight for the rubber raft, since it was closest to him.
"Well, here we go!" Chris said. "B's already getting started with the second leg! It's still anybody's race!"
Staci: *she's wobbling around the confessional* In hindsight…should've checked for…a parachute! *she gasps and falls forwards, slamming into the ground*
Sam was next to collapse onto the remains of the dock. Brick hopped off, looking around for anything left.
"Sam! Take the rowboat!" he yelled as the titular vehicle bobbed near his friend. "I've got the plank of wood!"
Staci, in the meantime, had latched onto the speedboat and was struggling to get on.
"Up! Here we go, campers! Anne Maria is way ahead of any of you, but B might have a trick up his sleeve!"
Indeed, he did; B attached a large rocket to the back of his rubber raft. Turning it on, he braced for the speed.
"And he's off!" Chris shouted, as the rocket launched B forwards. "C'mon, campers! Don't leave me hanging!"
B, however, had failed to notice that the rubber raft was dragging against the water, causing him to slow down dramatically.
B: *he pulls out his toolbox and shows an array of rockets he's made, large and small. He gives a thumbs up and pulls out a sheet of paper. On it is only one word: "speed". *
Sam groaned as he started to row; Brick could only paddle with his hands.
Brick: This might not have been the best hand I was given, but staying near Sam ensures that he'll be okay…at least!
Staci had finally collapsed onto the speedboat. She started the motor, coughing as the smoke entered her lungs.
"Looks like everyone's getting ready for the second leg!" Chris said. "Be careful of obstacles!"
Sam's arms burned with every stroke, but he had to push on. Dakota…Dakota…Dakota!
Sam: Rowing each step of the way for Dakota was the only way I was going to make it, heh. Score one for the Game-meister!
"Hey Sam, how ya holdin' up?"
Sam was straining to row forwards; his arm wound was bleeding copiously. "I'm okay…I guess."
Brick winced as Sam continued to strain his muscles, re-opening his arm wound in the process. "Okay, I think I should take over here, and…"
He was too late. A few drops of blood landed in the water, and before long, a group of sharks were snapping and biting at Sam's boat.
Sam looked down, shocked. "Well, that's different!"
However, the sharks weren't alone. One swam up and splashed into Sam's boat. He yelped, as did Brick.
"FANG?!"
The titular mutated shark waved and tied a bib around his neck. He then opened his mouth wide, revealing rows upon rows of teeth.
Sam yelled and tried to escape, but it was too late. The other sharks finally bit a hole through his rowboat, which immediately started sinking.
"Sam! No!" Brick called out as his friend was soon attacked by the group of sharks.
Brick: *he's weeping loudly* Sam! You were one of the few I ever really trusted…especially after Ray…*he's blubbering inelegantly, unable to speak*
Sam burst out a cloud of bubbles as the group of four sharks dragged him below. Fang pulled out a knife and fork, ready to feast.
It's not over yet, Samuel-san!
Sam burst out some bubbles. Harold?
It is I! I'm here to give you the support you need!
Harold, it's too late for that now! They've got me…I'm…dying…
It's never too late! Focus your chi and do what you do best!
Sam's eyes narrowed. It's on.
With a mighty, bubbly, roar, he socked Fang straight in the snout, causing him to flinch. He then wrenched himself free of the other sharks, performed a swift roundhouse kick to all of them, then used Fang as a springboard to rocket up to the surface.
Brick was ready to dive off the wooden plank, but he had no need to. With a froth of bubbles rising to the top, Sam splashed back up onto the remains of the rowboat, gasping and spluttering.
"Sam!? How…" Brick started to say.
"No time for that, Harold-sama! I must win, just like I did in Old Man's Uprising, crisis mode! Aaaaaaaah!"
Sam paddled with every ounce of adrenaline-fueled strength left in him, leaving Brick in the dust.
He gasped. "Oh, crap! Can't lose now!"
Brick: Sam, you just earned yourself a new rival, heh heh. I mean, friendly rival! You're definitely not Jo.
Sam squinted his eyes to see Staci weaving in and out up ahead. However, due to his several bloody cuts and injuries, this was becoming more and more difficult.
C'mon, c'mon, nearly there…
However, he didn't see why Staci was weaving around until too late.
Staci heard an enormous explosion behind her. She gasped as she saw Sam flying through the air in front of her, yelling his head off.
"No. Way!" she gasped.
Staci: But…that's impossible! Even with the random chance factor of the boats being in our favor, he should've collapsed ages ago!
Sam slammed hard onto the water further up, belly first. He gurgled as he slowly started to sink.
"Ooh, looks like Sam's just about to bite the big one! …wait a minute!" Chris said, as bubbles formed from underneath Sam.
Staci's eyes were as big as dinner plates as she witnessed Sam being carried along by Fang and his posse, who were looking beat up.
Staci: Okay, that's it, this show is rigged! I mean, how else have I been staying on all this time, huh? Huh?!
Fang: *he looks at his chipped tooth in a mirror. He gives a thumbs up to the camera, wincing slightly as he does*
Meanwhile, Anne Maria had reached the shoreline of Wawanakwa. However, she wasn't alone for long.
B rocketed up towards the same area. Anne Maria looked at him, gasped, then immediately went for the junk pile beside it.
"OH, NO YOU DON'T, YA FILTHY N-bleep!-"
B hopped out straight away, running to the junk pile as well. Carrying an assorted amount of parts, he set them down right next to a slightly beat up ATV.
Anne Maria glared right back, picking up her own parts and plopping them down next to a pristine mini race car.
Anne Maria: Might as well go for a fast car! Pretty it up and I'll get to the finish line in style! No one's gonna stop me!
B: *he has a drawing made of his large frame on the ATV. He shrugs*
Both contestants were underway designing their vehicles when Fang and his crew threw Sam onto the shoreline.
"OW!" he yelled, lying face-down and not moving.
Fang, noticing B's toolbox next to him, ran over and tapped the mechanical wizard on the shoulder.
B looked behind him to see Fang rapidly motioning to his toolbox. He shrugged and nodded.
Fang, wasting no time, found what he needed: A pen, some paper, a keychain necklace, and some tape. He attached his chipped tooth to the keychain, scrawled Sam and Jo's faces onto the sheets of paper, and taped them to his biceps.
B looked confused, more than he had ever had before. Fang wasn't perturbed by this; he tossed what he didn't need back in the box, and sprinted over to a camera crew. One of them was tattooed.
"Oh, uh, hi there, Mr. Sharky…please don't eat me…" he said, nervously.
Fang made motions like calling a phone number. The crew member understood.
"What for?" he asked, tossing his cell phone over to him.
Fang searched through the contacts until he found what he was looking for: a tattoo parlor.
He pressed the "call" button and handed it back to the crew member.
The phone on the other line rang. The crew member looked at Fang, confused.
A muffled voice greeted the crew member on the other line.
"Oh, hello, Eric! Yeah, this shark called your place and I don't really know why…"
Fang motioned to the Sam and Jo faces scrawled on his arms. The crew member's face lit up.
"Oh! This mutated shark guy wants two tattoos of two Total Drama contestants…yes, the show that I told you about before, they're doing a second season now!"
Fang smiled happily, clapping his fins together.
"Yeah, I know, right? I think they, uh… (Fang showed him the chipped tooth) …chipped his tooth straight off. Kind of a badge of honor or pride or some kind of deal?"
Fang vigorously nodded at those last words.
"Yes, Eric, it's weird to me, too! Tell you what? After this season is over in 3 days, I'll bring him down along with some reference photos. I'll let Chris know; he'll eat this weird stuff up! …oh, don't worry, I'll be able to pay for it…"
Fang: *he kisses his biceps and grins at the camera, proudly showing off his chipped tooth*
Camera crew member: That's the first time I'll ever see a shark ask for a tattoo…
Chris, in the distance: Hey, Johnny? Get out of there! You have work to do!
Johnny: Yes, sir…
"Tick, tock, you two! 5 minutes passed, 5 to go!"
Anne Maria had turned her race car into a complete pimp ride. She had tried to emulate the auto-rotating hubcap tires, to varied success; one had already fallen off. She was putting a back fin on the aerodynamic car, along with racing stripes.
B, on the other hand, had put rockets on the back of the ATV, and was wiring it to a button in front. He had also diverted the fuel line from the exhaust pipe to the rockets in question; the gasoline would be quite volatile and easy to ignite.
Anne Maria finished her aesthetic update on her car. Hopping in, she turned on the ignition and was off in a flash.
"And Anne Maria's off! B's got to rely on his 'nitro boost' to get ahead, eh Sam? Sam?"
Sam made a moaning noise on the sand.
"Well, he's still conscious, so eventually he'll have to get up and race to the end! Good luck to the other two!"
Staci was next to arrive on the Wawanakwa shoreline. She saw B depart on his ATV, finger on the button.
"Well, guess there's no time like the present!"
She ran over to the vehicles, making sure to step hard on Sam's head.
"Sorry! Anne Maria would've liked me to do that!"
Sam just groaned.
Brick wasn't too far behind. In the haze, he saw the Wawanakwa shoreline just ahead.
Good! I still have a slight chance, unless Sam…
He looked further ahead. "Oh, no…"
Sam was twitching on the ground, clearly in either pain or distress. Brick doubled his efforts, doing the crawl stroke like he had never crawl stroked before.
"Come on, come on! Nearly there!"
Near the junk pile, Staci looked over her driving options. What was left was an old golf cart, a rusty go-kart, and a tricycle.
She gasped and ran to the junk pile, throwing odds and ends out to get what she needed.
Brick, however, was getting even closer to the shoreline. He noticed Fang and company swimming close by, but they didn't get near.
"Huh, did something happen with them?" he asked to himself.
Brick: Did Sam get blown up all the way over here or what? What's with the sharks? I'm missing a piece of the puzzle here…
Staci finally found what she was looking for: a bicycle horn. She hopped on the trike, attached the horn, and pedaled off.
Staci: Aaaah! I love little tricycles! Ya, my mom gave me one when I was 4 and I used it to ride everywhere all the time! The horn's the same kind I used, too! …huh, now that I think about it, this trike looks really familiar…
Anne Maria was racing for the finish line on top of Wawanakwa's trademark hill. She looked in her rearview mirror and gasped.
B was gaining ground, more and more with each passing second.
"OH, NO, YA DON'T!"
She cut off B, who bumped into the back of her car, hard.
"STUPID, FAT, N-bleep!-! GO DIE LIKE THE REST OF 'EM!"
Anne Maria: Ya know, I think another reason that I went to Canada so young was 'cuz I had trouble with people of other races…hey, don't blame me! I was raised in the 'hood! Everyone in my circle of friends called those black people n-bleep!-s!
B was now on Anne Maria's left side, button still over the nitro.
Anne Maria gasped. "No…NO FRICKIN' WAY! I'M WAY FASTUH THAN YOU'LL EVUH BE!"
B: *he's holding up a diagram showing that a normally aerodynamic car slows down tremendously when a spoiler is put in either the front or back and it doesn't complement the design. He smiles*
Anne Maria roared angrily. "THAT'S IT, BUSTUH! NO MO' MR. UGLY N-bleep!-!"
She turned hard left; B, not reacting in time, was wrenched right off the road and into the woods.
Anne Maria hopped out of her race car and onto the back of B's ATV. "TAKE-THAT-YOU-DIRTY-B—"
However, Anne Maria's barrage on B's head with each word she spoke was cut short. B, noticing her position, slammed hard on the rocket button.
Unfortunately, instead of shooting him forwards like he had planned, B's rocket idea literally exploded in his face. B and Anne Maria flew in different directions as the fuel line burst into explosive flame, causing B's ride to turn to ash.
Anne Maria stood up straight away. She gasped as the lower half of her jeans also turned to ash.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she gasped, covering up her underwear, which was temporarily in full view.
Anne Maria: Rrrrrgh! Those were $500 designuh jeans! That n-bleep!-'s gonna pay! Maybe if…no, he's still a pile'a shit!
Anne Maria gasped as she saw her ride rolling along right towards her.
"Oh Gawd, no!" she yelled, jumping out of the way, just in time.
The vehicle, however, wasn't as lucky. It rattled along down the hill and dropped off of a small cliff.
Anne Maria gasped, still clutching her exposed areas. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Anne Maria: *she's hyperventilating* Awright…awright…calm down, Anne Maria…there's still invincibility! *the hyperventilating turns into happy gasps* Yeah! That's it!
Staci was wheeling along up the Wawanakwa hill, ignorant of anything and everything that had just transpired down below.
"I must say, this has been a very smooth ride!" she said, honking the horn.
Chris and Chef were sipping lemonade up top.
"Chris?" Chef asked him, "how come there's a sudden lack of obstacles in these challenges? People like her (he motioned to Staci) are gonna win at this rate!"
Chris chuckled. "Relax, my dear! At this stage in the game, with the million so close, anyone's true colors will emerge! I mean, look at B and Anne Maria running back towards the path up there!
"The animals were just caged up there. and, heck, the mines were leftovers from previous challenges!"
"Hold that thought!" Chef said, pointing nearby them.
Staci, gasping, panting, and still honking her bike horn incessantly, crossed the finish line at last.
Chris sounded the air horn for the first time. "AND STACI WI…wi…ha…haha…bwahahahahahahahaha! Okay, this is gold!"
Staci, still gasping and panting, collapsed to her side, bike and all.
Chef put a hand on Chris's shoulder. "What's so funny?"
"Never, in the history of this season, would I have seen you getting individual immunity!" Chris said, wiping a tear. "Okay, okay, whew! I'm sorry, but I needed that laugh."
Staci: *she sighs* Does everyone forget I actually contributed to a team win back in the relay race? Gosh!
"Staci wins immunity! You're all on the actual island, good luck getting up here!" Chris said.
Brick, who had finally gotten onto the shoreline, groaned. "C'mon, Sam! We gotta catch up!"
With some effort, he flipped Sam over on his back. Sam didn't look good; the cuts and bruises popped out compared to his now pale complexion.
Brick rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "C'mon, we're getting you to the finish…"
With some effort, he lifted Sam and placed him into the go kart. "If anything, you'll have the speed advantage…you good to drive?"
Sam nodded woozily. "Aye aye, King of Hyrule. I wonder what's for dinner?"
Brick smiled weakly. "Yeah, you'll get that dinner…it's at the top of that hill!"
Brick: If anything happens to me tonight, I might as well leave following my own code. Besides, Sam's got a ticket to use! I can't let that go to waste!
Brick hopped into the golf cart and turned the ignition. Unfortunately, it wouldn't turn on.
"Huh?" Brick said, turning the key again and again.
No response.
Brick looked at the fuel gauge. "Oh, no wonder, it's at empty. Now what?"
Chris: Hey, the Boat of Losers uses up a lot of our fuel budget! Next season, I might consider getting a new form of elimination…
Brick got out and disengaged the brake. "C'mon, you…" he muttered, pushing the golf cart up what would be a steep climb. "C'mon, Sam!"
Sam turned the key, slightly happy that it turned over first try. Putting his foot on the gas, Sam was off like a rocket, if the rocket coughed and sputtered every few feet.
Brick groaned and continued forwards.
Brick: I don't know what the rules are for winning the race. Does it have to be with your vehicle? Does it not? I decided to push it along anyways, Chris has been proven to be very crafty.
Sam was looking more and more pale with every second of his drive. His eyes drooped.
This turned out to be his ultimate mistake.
With the screeching of metal and a loud yelp, Sam's ride to the top quickly came to an end thanks to swerving off the path and hitting a tree.
Sam pulled his face weakly from the wrecked vehicle. He sniffled slightly; he smelled iron.
"Ohhh…" he groaned, feeling blood trickle into his eye as well.
He collapsed again, feeling weaker than ever.
Might as well let Chris eliminate me now…
"Sam? Sam! Oh God!"
Brick, still straining along, put the brakes on his cart and sprinted to his friend.
"C'mon, Sam, you're not going unconscious today, not on my watch…"
He supported Sam again, half-walking, half-dragging him to the golf cart. Brick sighed as he plopped Sam down into the driver's seat, making sure he was comfortable.
"You good up there? I'm getting you to the finish line, one way or another!"
"Mmm-hmm…"
Anne Maria was sprinting up the Wawanakwa hill with B on her tail. The former, however, was losing ground due to her burned pants.
"How dare you!? I'll—" Anne Maria said, as B passed her.
B turned back at her and glared.
Anne Maria shrieked loudly and hopped on top of B. "If you won't go down, I'll let you go down!"
B, unperturbed by Anne Maria's assault on his head, continued sprinting to the finish line.
"Well, well, isn't this a turn of events! Aww, is Anne Maria in wuv with our li'l B?"
Anne Maria screamed as loud as she could. It echoed all throughout the island, even going as far as the starting point.
Cars honked at the noise. "Great Scott!" a man in a DeLorean shouted, poking his grizzled old head out. "Do you hear that, Marty?"
"Sure do, Doc!" Marty said, gunning the gas. "Let's get out of here! Going to the future was a bad idea!"
Anne Maria was panting angrily, adrenaline coursing throughout her body.
"What's worse," Chris continued, "is that, since you were behind B, you technically get third! B, second place is pretty great!"
Anne Maria screamed even louder. B, Chef, and Chris covered their ears.
"This! Isn't! Funny!" a bearded man with jet black hair shouted from another vehicle far away. He stomped his foot on the gas, shooting the car forwards.
"Well, Brick or Sam, one of you is going to be toast tonight!" Chris said. "Anne Maria and B have crossed the finish line, but without their vehicles! Good luck!"
Brick groaned. He had a difficult decision to make.
Brick: Honestly, I'm a man of my word…sure, it'd be easier to support Sam along, but while he's in the golf cart, and especially since I'm behind him, that's a win for him! …given he doesn't go unconscious, of course…
Brick doubled his efforts to bring his friend up to the finish line.
Sam stirred slightly in his seat. "Whuh…Brick…?"
"Say no more, Sam. I'm getting you to the top, even if it kills me!"
Sam snapped fully awake. "Wait! That's a bad idea! You'll get eliminated!"
Brick smiled through the sweat cascading down his face. "That, Sam, is something I'm completely willing to accept."
Brick: My reason for winning the million is to pay for my dream fashion school…but now, that plan's all up in smoke. Oh well! As long as Sam gets what he needs, I can leave satisfied.
An hour passed. Brick was now at the base of the Wawanakwa hill, gasping and panting. Sam had offered to help him push, but Brick refused.
"You'd collapse instantly if you tried that," he told the gamer.
Chris checked his watch. "C'mon, the other guys over here are getting antsy…"
B and Anne Maria gave each other looks, while Staci was fidgeting in her lawn chair.
"Gosh, I've never had so much leg exercise in my entire life!" she said, before reclining backwards, getting comfortable.
Another hour had passed. Staci had fallen asleep, while Anne Maria and B glared at each other from their lawn chairs.
"Jeez, you're wasting daylight!" Chris groaned, tapping at his watch impatiently. "Oh, finally!"
They could see Brick, who was pushing Sam up the hill with every bit of energy he had.
"C'mon, Brick!" Chris groaned, standing by the finish line. "Don't give up now!"
Brick, using the very last burst of energy he had, shoved Sam and the golf cart past the finish line before collapsing.
"And Sam's done it! He's just avoided elimination…a-gain! Brick, buddy, I'm sorry, but you're done, bro."
Brick gave a weak smile at Chris's words. "Worth…it…"
Anne Maria: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Of all the times to get rid of tha gamuh, now would be tha best time! F-bleep!- you, Brick the dick! No wonduh I hate your guts!
The sun was setting as Chris looked at the remaining 4 campers in front of an unlit bonfire.
"Hey, congrats on making the final four!" he said, throwing regular marshmallows to Staci, B, Anne Maria, and Sam. "Enjoy! It's my special treat!"
Brick walked up to the others, carrying his duffel bag and backpack. "So long, everyone! It was an honor serving with you…"
He then glared at Anne Maria. "Save for one."
Chris smiled. "Hey, don't feel left out! Chef's got a Toxic Marshmallow with your name on it!"
Chef, decked in his radiation suit, passed Brick the Toxic Marshmallow of Loserdom. Brick flinched and backed up, causing the marshmallow to fall into the dirt and sink.
"Hey!" Anne Maria called out to Chris. "Why does he get tha privilege of leavin' with all his stupid crap?!"
Chris's answer was immediate.
"Heeey, after Brick heroically sacrificed himself, I decided to give him an honorable discharge! Brick, you played great, but the Boat of Losers is that-a-way!"
Brick calmly walked onto the boat, breathing in the Wawanakwa air one last time.
"Brick! Wait!"
Sam sprinted over to his friend, who turned around to face him.
"Aww, Sam, look at you! Barely a few hours and you're already looking better!" Brick said, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam sighed. "But it should be me on that boat right now! I barely did anything today!"
"Are you kidding?" Brick chuckled. "Listen, Sam, you're probably one of the biggest underdogs I've ever met. Getting the girl, getting this far…you've done a great job for yourself, buddy.
"And, honestly, my only goal now is to see you happy. No matter what."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. "But…but…your million dollars…"
Brick burst out into laughter. "Are you kidding?! Mom and Dad signed me up for this show so that I could 'do the family proud' and 'continue their legacy'! Well, Mom, Dad, everyone out there, there's something I'd like to say…"
Sam wiped his eyes. B stood slightly behind Sam. Anne Maria just glared. Staci shrugged.
Brick took a deep breath. "My name is Brick McArthur, and I…am a homosexual."
Sam gasped. B gave a thumbs up. Anne Maria gnashed her teeth. Staci shrugged again.
Brick breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that that's out of my system…it's been real, Sam. Take care!"
Sam collapsed to his knees as the Boat of Losers chugged out over the horizon. Words failed him.
Sam: *he's sobbing hysterically* Brick! You were the last one I could fully depend on! *he wipes his eyes and slams his fist into his open hand* That's it! I'm going to win! For Brick, and especially for Dakota!
B walked over to Sam and gently rubbed his shoulder.
Sam was still looking out at the setting sun on the Wawanakwa waters. "Hey…thanks. I appreciate it, y'know?"
"Oh! Before I forget…Staci, is there anyone you'd like to bring to the spa hotel with you tonight?" Chris said, looking over at the unexpected challenge winner.
Staci looked over at Anne Maria. "Well, I'm pretty sure I know who I want."
She winked at Anne Maria, who was fuming.
Anne Maria: AAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Brick the dick actually likes dick! I bet he turned himself gay aftuh I kissed him! Of course, he couldn't take my hotness! No one can! Only Justin! *she blows a kiss at him* Miss ya, babe!
"And that's a wrap for this episode!" Chris said, motioning to the cameras. "Next time, our final four will go head to head in an extreme challenge meant to blow your socks off! Who will prevail and who will fail? Find out on Total…Drama…Revenge of the Island!"
(AN: Well, that's, what, 4.5 chapters in about a week or so? I'm on a roll! Also, sorry to any Brick fans and anyone from New Jersey!)
Remaining contestants: Anne Maria, B, Sam, Staci
14th: Lightning
13th: Cameron (injury)
12th: Zoey
11th: Scott
10th: Jo
9th: Dawn
8th: Mal (injury)
-Justin returns-
8th: Beth
7th: Dakota
-merge-
6th: Justin
5th: Brick
Next Up: Eat, Puke, and Be Wary