(AN: I don't know what I can say here xD Other than that this should be a pretty sweet chapter. Oh, Ebony's name is ENOBY nut Mary su ok)
Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, the teams were instructed to cook a fine three-course meal for yours truly! On the Bass, Ben shirked his work and paid the price, DJ had a secret ingredient up his sleeve, and Eva, Katie, and Sadie had a mysterious alliance going. The Gophers proved to be a sloppy team, no thanks to Owen botching up saving Lindsay on fire and eating the food to be served. Not cool, brah. In the end, it was a treacherous Cody who gave the enthusiastic Owen the boot. With 15 contestants left, who will stand tall? Who will fall? Can Ben and Bridgette trust each other again? Find out tonight on Total...Drama...Island!
*cue the theme song*
Episode 11: Who Can You Trust?
The air in the Bass cabin was rather tense. Although Bridgette had forgiven Ben for shirking his work, the other 4 team members weren't so sure.
"You're damn lucky we won the challenge today," Eva said for the umpteenth time. "Else you'd be voted out, easy."
Ben sighed. He'd had enough harsh words from Bridgette today, why did he need more?
"Look, Eva..." he started to say, but the door slammed before he could finish.
Ben: Great. My stupid choice made me the pariah of my team. Guess I have to *gasp* work to get them back in my good books, huh?
The Gophers cabin was also quiet, especially from Noah. The day's events had seemed to hurt him greatly.
Trent noticed the normally busy teen mournfully staring outside the cabin window. The moon was full; it was a lovely evening.
"Noah, are you alright?" he asked, coming over and taking a seat alongside him.
Noah sighed. "Trent, do you ever get those feelings that, even though you might've been annoyed, chastised, all around bothered by the presence of a friend, when they leave, you really miss those aspects?"
Trent sighed. "You really miss Owen, don't you?"
Noah slumped. "Yeah. He was someone I could count on. Even though he was loud, slightly annoying, what have you, he was dependable, a guy I could count on. Worse yet, our alliance's got the numbers disadvantage."
Trent mused. "Someone went behind our back then, Noah. At best, we would've had a tie vote. Someone must have been the swinger..."
Noah nodded sadly, looking at the ripped picture of Owen. "You're absolutely right, Trent. If anything, I bet it was Justin pulling someone's strings."
Trent squinted his eyes in thought. "He definitely convinced someone...gullible...gave them a desire they've been wanting, most likely..."
"...probably had to do with women..." Noah finished for him. Their eyes widened.
"CODY!"
Trent: Why, Cody? Why? Why would Justin, of all people, convince you of turning traitor? Wh...oh...crap.
Cody: Oh, man, I'm toast! Why did I let him sucker me into voting for Owen because of Gwen? I thought I was over her! Aaaaagh!
Izzy had heard the commotion by the window and bounded up behind them.
"Okay, what does Cody have to do with anything?" she glared at the both of them.
"Think about it, Izzy!" Noah said. "Justin probably had him vote for Owen through Gwen or something like that. You know how the geek's pining after her."
Trent gulped nervously.
"He's onto us."
Izzy: CODY! How could you betray us like that? Now we're at a numbers disadvantage and you've turned traitor! Justin could very well be onto us, alright? Daah!
Morning came onto the island. At breakfast, Izzy, Trent, and Noah looked rather tired; they had spent the night devising a plan.
As a certain female contestant walked past, Trent grabbed her arm.
"Hey, Lindsay! Need a word."
The blonde bombshell gave him a confused look. "What do you want, Trout?"
Trent whispered some words into her ear, to which Lindsay blinked.
"You want what now?"
Trent: See, thing is that we'd like Lindsay in our alliance. She's not the brightest, seems pretty easy to manipulate. Hey, if Heather was able to do it, we can, too.
Lindsay: Okay, so I'm apparently in this alliance thingy...*she scratches her head*...um, what happens now?
Little did any of the contestants know that Chris was watching them through the window with a set of binoculars. Not until he pulled out two megaphones, stacked them together, and blew an air horn into it.
"Good morning, campers! Last challenge, I saw something that was missing from both teams: trust. Trust is something that keeps you guys glued together. Trust is something that helps build cooperation and support. Trust-"
"Okay, we get it already!" Eva scowled. "What's the challenge, smarty?"
"Challenges, Eva," Chris said. "Best out of five shindig! First one starts after breakfast."
As he left, Izzy and Trent snapped to attention.
"Okay, Lindsay, here's the plan," Trent hissed in her ear. "Justin's targeting us, make no mistake. What we need you to do is follow his footsteps, see what he does. Simple, right?"
Lindsay smiled and nodded. "Ooh, yes! Following's what I do best!"
Izzy smiled.
"I've got Cody. Let me make sure that he doesn't get up to any tricks again," she cackled.
Izzy: Okay, hopefully Lindsay doesn't botch this up. Justin and her seem to get along okay, he wants those pretty girls around his finger!
Justin: *he's writing down some information about the contestants in a small booklet, having transferred their names over from his slip of paper. He crosses Noah's name off the list several times. He looks at the camera.* Owen's gone, you're next...Noah.
Chris was standing in front of a sheer rock cliff.
"Campers, this is your first trust-building challenge. One member of the team's gotta climb up this rock, while the other belays. First one to the top, wins!"
Eva grinned. "Right up my alley!"
Gwen pushed Ezekiel up front.
"C'mon, Zeke, you can do it, too."
Gwen: Hey, I trust Zeke. I also cannot see myself climbing up that rock wall. Don't want anyone ripping my skirt off or anything. That would really suck.
Gwen set the harness around Ezekiel as the homeschooled teen checked her harness to make sure the rope was secured.
"Oh, um, Gwen? I'll be safe up there, right? I don't want to get a major accident up there, eh."
Gwen smiled and gave him a hug.
"Zeke, don't worry about a thing! I know what I'm doing."
Meanwhile, Eva had thrown the belay harness to Ben.
"You, good sir, have to make this up to our team, got it?" she growled at him.
Eva: Well, Ben, I could twist the challenge one of two ways. Win the challenge, celebrate some hard-earned victory, or lose the challenge and have you go home on the Boat of Losers. Man, it's fun to have the weaker ones be putty in your hands.
As Ben fastened his harness on, he noticed Bridgette giving him a cold eye.
Man, why did I do that? he thought. I mean, I don't doing work, but I'll help out for the team, right?
Chris blew his whistle, and the two teens scrambled up the rock face.
Eva gripped the rocks tightly, storming up the wall. Ezekiel tried to follow suit, but slipped once or twice.
"Unnf, unnh! C'mon, Gwen, I can't afford another loss, eh!"
Gwen was steadily pulling the rope in as Ezekiel slowly went up the wall. "You're doing fine, Zeke! Keep it up!"
Ezekiel: Oh, man, Gwen's the best, eh! She's supportive, listens to me, it's like, I trust her. She's a good contestant, eh?
Eva, in the meantime, was going up faster than Ben could rein in the rope.
"C'mon, lazybones, do some work for a change. You can't catch me, Zeke!" and she went off laughing.
Ben reined in rope faster and faster. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough, and...
Eva yanked hard at the rope above her. "COME ON, LAZYBONES! Pretend you give a damn and pull!"
The force of her yanking wrenched the rope out of Ben's hands. Scrambling and yelping for a hand or foothold, Eva scraped against the side of the wall, going down, down, down...THUD.
"Heh, looks like too much work is also not a good idea, huh, Eva?" Ben snarked at her, causing the jockette to go livid red in rage.
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU'RE UP FOR ELIMINATION TONIGHT!" she roared, spit flying into Ben's face.
"Aaand Ezekiel's scored the first point for the Screaming Gophers!" Chris smiled, holding the homeschool's arm up in celebration. "Join me in the mess hall in one hour!"
Eva glared. "You're so dead..."
Bridgette ran up and stopped the soon-to-be altercation. "Guys, Ben's not to blame here! I saw what you did, Eva. Laziness is one thing, trying too hard is another. Believe me, that's what got Courtney the boot so quickly..."
Bridgette: Okay, Ben wasn't to blame there, obviously. But I still need to know, why's he acting so strange?
Ben: Ooh, got it! Finally figured out why I was acting so lazy and all that back there. Duncan. Now that he's gone, I don't need to try my best to go up against anyone, might as well float, right? Wait, wait, wait, that's not going to work...um...
Chris was waiting for the contestants at the mess hall one hour later.
"Hello, all! I've chosen the next victims, ahem, I mean campers for this part of the challenge."
He motioned to Trent and Lindsay on the Gophers side, and to Katie and Sadie on the Bass side.
"Your challenge: properly serve and prepare poisonous blowfish!"
Chef tossed two puffed up blowfish to the contestants, who winced.
"He-hey, Lindsay, I'll take this one..." Trent started to say, before the blonde started hacking away at the fish.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, he looks soooooooooo good!" she squealed, not noticing the flecks of blowfish flying everywhere.
Meanwhile, Katie and Sadie were having a heated argument.
"Sadie, you should be the one to serve the blowfish!"
"No, you, Katie!"
As they argued, they didn't notice Eva coming up behind them, until she slammed both of their faces into the desk.
"BOTH of you need to shut your yaps. Chris chose you, so this is your responsibility. Got it?" she said, before slipping them some of DJ's spice inconspicuously.
DJ grinned.
DJ: Mmm-mmm! Mama's spice has the power to make anything taste good!
Chris smiled as he saw the finished dishes. Lindsay had procured a pile of glop, while Sadie had made something...slightly less gloppy.
"Aaand, tasting ti..." he started to say, before Lindsay ate up her blowfish voraciously.
As if on cue, her cheeks puffed up, her face turned blue, and she projectile vomited all over the floor.
The sight of that made Katie and Sadie scream and vomit as well while Trent ran away from the scene of disgustingness.
"Pee-YEW!" Chris exclaimed, holding his nose. "Not the best sign of trust out there, but, since Lindsay puked first, Bass get a point. Come with me to the next challenge."
Katie and Sadie weakly groaned, while Eva gave DJ a strange look.
"What was the point of that spice?" she asked. "They didn't even eat it!"
DJ shivered. "I thought it would help us get a winning edge!"
Eva gave him a cold smile. "C'mere, mama's boy, I've got a deal for you."
Eva: Simple strategy, get DJ on my side, have wussy get the boot at this elimination ceremony. Simple, right?
DJ: I dunno, having Eva convince me to an alliance felt...wrong. But hey, I trust her, she told us her secret for a reason, right?
Night had fallen. Spotlights were shining on a trapeze, which was above a rather dangerous-looking pool of water.
"Good evening, gang, now that Lindsay's doing marginally better, I've decided to volunteer her...again! She and Noah will be the participants of the blindfold trapeze swing! Rules are simple: If your partner catches you from the trapeze, you get a point. If he or she doesn't...well, ZAP!"
Trent gave Chris a confused look. "But, Chris, why not let someone else go?"
Chris gave a malicious grin. "Ratings love pain and torture. Why not let the most simple-minded contestant get the brunt of it?"
Trent: Okay...this really sucks right now. I can't have Lindsay tail Justin if she's constantly going to be on the receiving end of the pain! What do we do...
Justin: *he gives a wicked laugh* Oh, Noah, I know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to take away Lindsay from my grasp, aren't you? Well, try this smart guy, I know exactly what you're planning.
Noah had his arms outstretched towards a swinging Lindsay.
"C'mon, girl! You can do it! Go fetch!" he said, motioning towards himself.
"What? There'sh a shale at the Khaki Barn? EEEE!" Lindsay squealed, jumping forward at exactly the wrong moment.
Lindsay banged her head against a rung of the metal ladder. Screaming in pain, she splashed down into the water. She was immediately zapped, painfully, by several jellyfish.
"Ooh, sucks to be you, Gophers! No point!" Chris said gleefully, as a medical team ran to get the grievously injured Lindsay.
"Ben, Bridgette, you are up!"
This time, it was Bridgette's turn to be perilously swinging from the trapeze. Ben was coaxing her from the other end.
"C'mon, Bridge! It's okay, I've got you!"
Bridgette squirmed uncomfortably. "But what if I fail and you say some insensitive comment again? What if you fall asleep? What if your laziness comes into play? What if-"
"Bridgette, hush! I might not be the most active team player, yes, but what I will go out of my way to work for is the people I deeply care about. I care about you, Bridgette, even though you might not feel similar. This team, though, that's my top priority now. Everyone, I will guide you to victory!"
Bridgette, still slightly unsure, nevertheless decided to take a leap of faith. She was met in Ben's warm embrace.
"And the Bass have scored the next point! Meet me tomorrow at the base of the woods!" Chris smiled, as Bridgette gave Ben a passionate kiss.
"You, good sir, will stick to your promise," she smiled. "Or, mark my words, you're gone."
Eva: Huh! Leave it to Bridgette to knock some sense into the kid. He's still toast if he screws up once, though.
"So the Bass lead 2-1! Sleep well campers, until tomorrow!"
As the campers headed back to their cabins, Trent looked for Lindsay.
"Crap, who's gonna tail Justin?"
He noticed a rather happy Goth chick chatting with a certain homeschooled kid.
Trent: Gwen's the last chance I have! Lindsay...wow, we made a terrible decision. Ugh.
"Gwen, I have a request!"
The Goth chick turned and gave Trent a strange look.
"If it involves killing mimes or the number nine, leave me out of it."
"Nonono, wait! I want you to tail Justin. He's up to something."
Gwen laughed long and loud at this. "Justin? Seriously, Trent, if there was some conspirator, heck, a villain, Justin's the last guy I have in mind for this! Your head mustn't be on right today. Go to sleep!"
As she went to the cabins, Ezekiel gave Trent a sorrowful look.
"I dunno, eh? First she tries to convince me Leshawna's good, now this. I don't think girls can see the truth, huh?"
Trent was too frustrated at what had transpired to call Zeke out for his sexist comment.
"I'm going to bed. Night, Zeke."
Justin: *he slams the door in relief and laughs long and loud* Finally! It's hard playing the hot, silent type to the others for this long. Mom always said I had a knack for charming the pants off of women. Shame that Noah's using Lindsay like that. I thought I had an ally in that poor girl.
The next morning, Cody and Izzy were lined up by the tree. Izzy had an arrow strapped to her head. Meanwhile, on the Bass, Sadie had a similar arrangement going for her, while Eva was blindfolded.
"Good morning, everyone!" Chris said happily. "This is possibly the last challenge! As you can see, we're doing a William Tell-based challenge, only in reverse! You guys gotta throw crabapples onto the target's arrow. First one to do so, wins a point!"
Eva chuckled, getting ready to throw her apple.
"Just like shooting fish in a barrel," she murmured.
Meanwhile, Cody was getting ready to let loose on Izzy. He calculated the wind speed and velocity, then let loose.
The crabapple landed smartly in the middle of Izzy's arrow, a small trickle of juice getting into her mouth.
"Mmm, juicy!" she grinned. "Cody, we need a word!"
As she tossed the arrow aside, Chris took off Eva's blindfold.
"Gophers win! Well, time to go to the tiebreaker! Leshawna, Justin, Ben, and DJ, meet me at the top of the hill!"
As the four named campers went up to the hilltop, Izzy and Cody were having a hushed discussion.
"Look, Cody, I heard what happened back there, with Owen. How could you do such a thing?"
Cody gulped and stammered. "I-it was Justin! I mean, he said he'd get me together with Gwen! It seemed too good to be true...and it was."
Izzy, seeing Cody's look of remorse, gave him a hug. "Cody, you cannot let someone as cruel and nasty as Justin convince you otherwise. But, at the same time, I do have an idea of who should go if we lose tonight..."
Meanwhile, DJ was blindfolded at the top of the hill, with Ben behind him. He was going to guide DJ down to the bottom. On the Gopher's side, Leshawna and Justin were getting prepped and ready to go.
"'Kay, Justin," Chris said. "You gotta guide Leshawna down through this dangerous obstacle course, filled with mines, booby traps, and let's not forget the hills!"
Justin'e eyes widened. He wasn't sure what to do.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something to say!" Chris said, before kicking both sleds down the hill. "First one down wins!"
DJ was doing his best to hear Ben's directions. "Right, left, rig-no, left!"
They just missed a land mine, which exploded behind them.
"C'mon, man, don't screw this up!" DJ shrieked, as Ben glared in determination.
"Right, DJ, I did say the team's my priority. I'll get you down alive, we'll have a sweet party," he said.
DJ listened carefully. "Can I use my spice?"
"All the spice you want, Deej."
At this, DJ's face tensed in determination.
"Right, left, left, right, now go straight down this hill and we're on our way home!" Ben called out, as DJ did so skillfully.
Meanwhile, Leshawna and Justin were doing their best to avoid landmines and booby traps. Justin's silence did not help matters.
"C'mon, Justin honey, don't fail me now!" Leshawna yelled, as the heartthrob placed his hands on her shoulders.
An idea then flew into Justin's brain. Grinning triumphantly, he tilted Leshawna's shoulders in the direction he wanted the sled to go. Using this method, they were able to avoid many more obstacles.
"DJ, here we...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ben yelled as they jumped off the hill like a ramp.
Chris watched from the hilltop, binoculars in hand. "Well...looks...liiiikeeeee..."
The two contestants slammed hard onto the ground, by the teams.
"Ben and DJ have done it! Gophers, I'll see you at the bonfire tonight! Vote wisely!"
Justin's eyes widened. Leshawna, not hearing Chris, continued straight onwards, until they went smack-dab into a tree trunk.
Gwen: Well, Trent did say that Justin was being suspicious, that's for sure. However, I think there's someone else who's more deserving of the Boat of Losers. Lindsay.
Cody: Lindsay...
Izzy: ...Linday!...
Noah: ...Lindsay...
Ezekiel: ...Lindsay...
Leshawna: ...Lindsay...
Justin: Noah!
Lindsay: *she falls off the confessional toilet and hits her head again* Ohhh...
The 9 Gophers sat in front of the fire. Chris was there, but he was lacking marshmallows.
"Campers, this has been the quickest process of voting in Total Drama history yet! With a vote of 7-1, and one unable to vote, Lindsay's taking the Boat of Losers tonight!"
Lindsay groaned. "Huh? What's going on?"
Chris sighed. "Chef, if you would, please?"
Chef yanked Lindsay's arm and escorted her roughly to the Boat of Losers.
"Dead girl walkin'!"
As the Boat of Losers faded in the horizon, the Gophers stood up to leave.
"Not so fast, campers!"
They all stopped. Chris had his hand held up.
"I want you to all stay here and await further instruction!"
He then turned to the camera. "What surprises do the Gophers have in store for them? Will Justin's plan ever succeed? Will he reveal his secret to the public? Find out all these answers on Total...Drama...Island!"
(AN: Oh, PrincessPrimeroseChekov, I'm seriously laughing so hard right now. See, I said that my final six would consist of Ezekiel, Bridgette, Ben (me), Lindsay, Noah, and Gwen. Oh, that theory's gone straight into the toilet. Remember, kids, ANYone can go in this fic. Some of my favorite characters have left already (Harold is pretty awesome, all things considered). Enjoy Chapter 12! It'll be a hoot!)
Screaming Gophers: Cody, Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, Justin, Leshawna, Noah, Trent
Killer Bass: Ben, Bridgette, DJ, Eva, Katie, Sadie
22nd: Courtney
21st: Harold
20th: Heather
19th: Tyler
18th: Geoff
17th: Duncan
16th: Owen
15th: Lindsay
Next up: Basic Straining