No one had seen Cody or SIerra since yesterday and people were starting get worried. They searched around as much of the hotel as they could, with the exception of the third, fourth and fifth floor which were reported to be dilapidated and falling apart. Word had been spread that they were murdered or kidnapped. There was no evidence, no clue and no trace of them. LeShawna and Bridgette agreed to search the dining hall and kitchen, the last place Cody and Sierra were left. They only had two more days left on the island and their contract was over, and so was their reunion. Though Chris couldn't reach the proper authorities to inform them of the current situation, once the reunion was over, everyone was going to be given a flight back to their hometown, personally and unexpectedly generous of Chris. That would certainly be the end of their dilemma, or so they thought. The unfortunate thing was, very few people would be returning home to see their families. Very few people's lives would be the same. But one person, would go on to leave a legacy that would forever change the lives of those who survived to tell the tale.
Bridgette and LeShawna entered the kitchen and were greeted by a cool gust of wind. The entire kitchen was silent, the only sound being that of the old air conditioning unit. Everything was cold, metallic, desolate. It as if everything was frozen in time and it hadn't been disturbed in years, which wasn't true. It appeared as if someone had completely clean up the entire kitchen. Nothing was out of place, everything was picked up, all dishes and glassware were put away and everything had been fully wiped down. Both Bridgette and LeShawna knew something fishy was going on. Someone came into the kitchen at some point and cleaned everything up, but the real question was why? Why did someone clean up the entire kitchen? What were they trying to cover up? What are they hiding? The two girls made it to the back of the kitchen, unknowingly to them, the spot where Cody and Sierra were attacked.
"I don't get it. There ain't nothing here. It's literally like those two fools just disappeared into thin air!" LeShawna said, observing the state of the kitchen.
"This is so stressful." Bridgette moaned, sitting down and leaning up against a counter. "I can't even imagine what happened to them." Bridgette rested her head against her knees and wrapped her arms around them. This was pointless. She didn't want to waste time looking for Cody and Sierra when she could be caring for Geoff, who needed her help desperately. As she pondered her thoughts, Bridgette noticed some small pieces of glass glittering on the ground. She picked them up and showed them to LeShawna.
"What...is that glass?" asked Leshawna, leaning in closer, squinting her eyes to adjust her focus.
"Look at this one." Bridgette said, holding up a larger piece of glass she found tucked away underneath the counter she had been leaning against. "Blood." Indeed there was blood around the edges of the shard of glass LeShawna's jaw dropped and she covered her mouth in shock. The two girls knew something bad had happened to Cody and Sierra now. "We have to show the others!" She stood up, once again to be greeted by a chilling wind.
"Where in the hell is that coming from? I can not deal with this Arctic temperature." LeShawna complained.
"Who cares? We have to show everyone what we found!" urged Bridgette. The two girls started walking towards the door to exit the kitchen when another giant freezing wind came over them. Impatient and frustrated, they searched for the source of the winds. They stumbled upon a giant walk in freezer, used for storing large quantities of meat. The door was wide open and inside, barely visible, was a person. LeShawna anxiously entered the freezer, rubbing her arms to warm up her body. Upon closer inspection, she discovered the body of Cody, impaled on a meat hook, hanging several feet off of the ground. An enormous pool of blood had gathered beneath him, and his skin was a ghostly white. LeShawna was frozen in horror. Bridgette entered the freezer after LeShawna to see what she had discovered. Bridgette screamed and backed out of the freezer and quick as she could, tripping over her feet and falling to the ground. Cody's lifeless body hung, his eyes wide open, staring directly at LeShawna.
Bridgette stood up, sobbing uncontrollably. She backed up, ready to run to alert others of their horrifying discovery. Turning around to bolt to the door, she spun right into the Killer. Bridgette was once more paralyzed in fear, her gazed focused on the Killer's eerie mask, which was stitched together from what appeared to be old rags or some kind of burlap sack. "LeShawna!" Bridgette screamed. Bridgette bolted away from the Killer, but was grabbed by her ponytail. The Killer gripped Bridgette by the entirety of her hair and slammed her face into a counter and threw her onto the ground. Bridgette held her nose, which was totally shattered and leaking large amounts of blood. The Killer stepped over the freezer and began to close it. LeShawna yelled in panic and ran towards the door as it began closing. The door slammed onto LeShawna's right hand as she attempted to keep the door from closing. Her bone's cracked and she fell backwards, howling in pain. The Killer closed the freezer door and quickly applied the lock to the door, which was only accessible by a key that the Killer had.
With no other option, Bridgette bolted out of the kitchen, her heart racing and tears streaming down her face. She didn't look back, she couldn't. All that was on her mind was to tell the others what had just happened and that she had to get to safety. Bridgette burst through the door to the stairwell and sprinted up the steps. Fearing the Killer was behind her, she entered through a door leading to the fourth floor. She quietly closed the door behind her, which locked with an echoing click. She turned around to see how in despair the fourth floor was. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust. Trash and other garbage littered the floors. The paint was peeling off of the walls and ceiling. The floor had planks of wood coming up or missing. It is as if the floor was completely trashed and then left untouched for several decades. Bridgette was filled with an intense emotion of fear and uncomfortableness. She turned around to open the door to see the KIller standing on the other side of it. In the Killer's hand was a key. They stuck the key into the door and locked it, trapping Bridgette on the fourth floor.
Lindsay and Beth, led by Izzy, were all standing outside of Alejandro and Tyler's room, dressed head to toe in black. Izzy had a hammer in one hand, and a small hatchet in the other. Lindsay and Beth glanced at each other questionably. Izzy threw herself to the ground and crawled up to the door. She took out a small cup from inside a trench coat she was wearing, and placed the open side on the door and her ear to the other. She was listening for sounds. Izzy took the cup down and nodded and Lindsay and Beth. Izzy clenched the cup tightly in her hands until it shattered into multiple pieces. She picked up one long jagged piece and inserted it into the slot for key cards. She held up the hammer and smashed the piece of glass into the key card. There was a little 'beep', and a light on the lock flashed green. "Works every time!" Izzy chuckled.
"How...how was that even possible?" Beth questioned to herself.
"You pick up so many awesome tricks in mental wards!" Izzy laughed, opening up the door. She put her finger to her lips and began blinking at Beth and Lindsay in morse code.
"What...are you having an aneurysm?" Lindsay asked, jabbing Izzy in the eyes. Izzy growled and grabbed Lindsay by the hand and aggressively cracked all her knuckles.
"Stupid whore. It's morse code for 'be quiet'!" Izzy bitterly whispered to Beth and Lindsay. The three girls proceeded to army crawl into the room. The room was pitch black, the only light peeking through the halfway closed curtains to the windows. The room was quiet with the exception of Alejandro's snoring. Izzy crawled right up to the bed Alejandro was sleeping at and slowly rose off the floor. She raised her hatchet, Beth and Lindsay watching her intently. Izzy slammed the hatchet down into the nightstand. Alejandro yelped and scrambled to get out of bed. He turned on the light on the nightstand and met eyes with Izzy, who was twirling her hammer. "Hello, trader." Izzy pushed Alejandro back on the bed. She tore her hatchet out of the nightstand and handed it to Lindsay. Izzy pulled a baseball bat out of her trenchcoat, and handed the hammer to Beth.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Alejandro bellowed.
"I know what you did to my Tyler!" Lindsay said, pointing the hatchet at Alejandro. "You're going to pay for what you've done!"
"You hurt my best friend you bully." Beth added, tossing her hammer into the air. Before she could catch it, it fell back down and knocked her into the head.
"You're going to die." Izzy sneered, aiming her baseball bat at Alejandro's crotch.
"Ladies, please." Alejandro began, standing up on the bed, revealing his sexy body. "Why would you want to kill me, when you could have all of this?" Izzy screamed and whacked Alejandro in the stomach. Alejandro released a wail of pain and held himself and collapsed onto the bed. "Please! Don't do this!"
"Izzy, I think this is going a bit far. Didn't you want to fake kill him? Lindsay asked, dropping her hatchet onto Beth. Beth screamed when the hatched sliced down her arm to her hand.
"You can get mad at me all you want, but Tyler is just as guilty!" Alejandro stated. "You're mad at me for seducing him, but aren't mad at him for going along with it and enabling it even more?" Lindsay stopped and actually thought of what Alejandro was saying. It truly made sense. Lindsay felt pure anger for Alejandro, but hadn't even thought of how guilty Tyer was. Lindsay leaned back onto the dresser and let out an exasperated, dejected sigh, knocking over one of the lamps on it. "See? I'm right."
"Shut up, Al! Just say the word Lindsay, and his brains are all over this hotel room ceiling!" Izzy howled. Izzy hopped up on the nightstand by the bed and raised the bat over Alejandro's head. Alejandro covered his head and cowered as Izzy began to laugh insanely.
"Stop it. Just stop." Lindsay groaned. Alejandro and Izzy both turned to Lindsay in confusion.
"You don't want his skull bashed in?" Izzy asked.
"You don't want my brains all over the wall?" Alejandro asked. Lindsay shook her head. She walked over to the bed opposite Alejandro's and sat down.
"I shouldn't be mad anymore. This was both Tyler and you's fault. It isn't fair to be super mad at you but not him." Lindsay said. "Yes I'm mad about it, but you don't deserve to have all your gooey brain matter all over the place. You may have hurt me, but you don't deserve to be hurt back." Izzy rolled her eyes and dropped the baseball bat to the ground.
"You got lucky. You screw me over, you'll never walk again and have to have all your food puréed!" Izzy threatened, waving her finger in Alejandro's face.
"That's so brave of your Lindsay!" Beth said, shakily standing up, her right arm bleeding everywhere and a huge bruise on her forehead. The three girls exited the room, leaving Alejandro.
"Hey, I have a great idea!" Izzy began. "Why don't I stay in your room for the rest of the trip! Noah is dead, and Cody and Sierra have vanished! I'm so bored and so alone in my room. Wouldn't it be so super if we all stayed together?"
"That...sounds...like the best idea ever!" Lindsay squealed hugging Izzy.
"We only have two beds though." Beth reminded. Lindsay stopped and pondered for a few moments.
"The bathtub is comfortable. You're short enough to sleep in it too!" Lindsay said, patting Beth on the head. Lindsay and Izzy linked arms and continued down the hall, laughing together. Beth groaned and rolled her eyes, following the two girls to their room. The girl rounded the corner to be greeted by Eva. All the girls let out an ear piercing shriek while Eva stared at them with her usual pout.
"It's so hideous! What is it?" Izzy cringed, poking Eva's mole. Eva grabbed Izzy by the hand and threw her back. "Ouch, watch yourself ho!"
"Edna, where have you been?" Lindsay asked.
"What the hell are you even talking about? I've been here the whole time, stuck in this shitty hotel just like you all have." Eva replied.
"You weren't at dinner last night, and I don't think anyone has seen you since we got here." Beth interjected.
"Guilty!" Izzy screamed, slamming her first into the wall. Eva locked eyes with Izzy and growled. Izzy slowly sunk to the ground and hid behind Lindsay and Beth.
"I'm looking for Blainley and Heather. I can't find either of them. They both ran off when we got here and I have no clue where they are. Not that I give a shit." Eva explained.
"I saw Blainley yesterday." Lindsay revealed. All the girls gasped in shock and proceeded to ask Lindsay for the details. "I was looking for Beth and I went to the top floor, which is actually the hotel manager's suite, and Josh was staying up there! He then began screaming how Blainley asked him to write a book called the 'Wawanakwa Massacre' about all the Total Drama contestants being killed, and when he declined she freaked out! Then all these murders started happening and she began writing her book. I didn't even see Blainley but like, we basically saw her in our minds."
"That two faced bitch!" Eva hollered. "I knew she was up to no good. This all makes sense! I bet she's had this plan the whole time and is doing this to revive her dead career."
"I guess that makes sense, but Blainely has been there when we've discovered the dead bodies. So she can't be doing it." Beth said.
"Alone." Izzy whispered, standing up. "She can't be doing it alone. Who else could be helping her? You?"
"As if!" Eva snapped. "I may hate half of you, but I don't want anyone dead. Who else is evil, crazy, unstable and hates the entire cast?"
"You." Izzy said. "And Heather. And Courtney"
Courtney turned the faucet to the bathtub. Warm water rushed out and began filling up the tub. She was still angry over LeShawna and Bridgette stealing her journal. Courtney couldn't wait for the two of them to come back to their room so she could scream at them anymore. Little did she know, they'd probably never come back. "Stupid. All of them! Stupid!" Courtney murmured to herself, kicking her shoes off. "Who even cares what I do? People are dying and they're more concerned about what I'm doing? I'm not killing people! I just want my fucking college paid off!" Courtney screamed, throwing her clothes onto the ground. She gripped herself and took several deep breaths. "You're okay Courtney, you're okay." Courtney turned to the tub, now full, and slowly put on foot in and then another. Soon she was fully in the tub, relaxing and rejuvenating.
A loud dinging sound broke the silence, coming from Courtney's PDA. Courtney rolled her eyes and ignored the dinging. Yet, the dinging persisted. "For the love of -" Courtney stood up and got out of the bath. She wrapped a towel around herself and looked at her PDA. A message from Blainely appeared; 'The deal is over. And so are you.' Courtney laughed and threw her PDA back onto the counter. "What a fucking joke." The door to the room then opened. "Bridgette? LeShawna?" Courtney called out. Slowly, she opened up the bathroom door and looked around. The door to the room was wide open but no one was in sight. A rattling came from the closet door. Courtney whipped her head in the direction of the closet and slowly walked to it. She flung open the closet doors. Hanging by the neck from the clothes rack, was Heather. Courtney shrieked in terror and fell to the ground. The Killer then emerged from behind Heather's body, knife in hand.
"Blainley, is that you?" The Killer shook their head and took a few steps forward towards Courtney. "It has to be...I know it." Courtney dashed for the door, but the Killer caught up to her and kicked her into the bathroom. Courtney quickly stood up and reached her hand to the bathroom counter, looking for something to defend herself with. She grabbed a blowdryer and began flinging it around by its cord, like a lasso. "Take one more step closer, I dare you!" The Killer grabbed their mask and slowly tore it off and dropped it to the ground. Courtney gasped in complete and utter shock. "What?! How the - what?!" Courtney started backing up as the Killer began approaching her.
"Don't act like you're surprised. You're expendable, just like the rest of them. Don't think making that deal with Blainley would give you some sort of immunity." The Killer jeered. They then thrusted at Courtney, grabbing the blow dryer by its cord and wrapping it around Courtney's neck. "This is for the past three seasons!" The Killer punched Courtney across the face, causing her to tumble into the bath. The Killer plugged the blowdryer into the wall outlet and Courtney was fried alive. She screamed as the electricity surged through her body from the active blowdryer being in the water. Struggling to get out of the tub, the Killer kicked Courtney square in the face. She flew back and smashed her head into the wall and sunk underneath the water, dead.
The Killer unplugged the blowdryer from the wall and unwrapped from around Courtney's neck. They repositioned Courtney so she looked as if she had been peacefully laying in the tub. They replugged the blowdryer into the wall and threw it back in the tub. Next, they walked over to the desk in the room and took out a piece of stationery and wrote: 'I can't go on like this. I have to pay for what I have done to everyone. No one deserves the pain I caused them, but I do. This is the end of it all. Goodbye.' The Killer walked over to the bathroom and placed the note on the bathroom counter. They walked back into the main room and placed Heather's body on the bed and proceeded to write another note: 'The guilt is tearing me apart. Everyday is a battle, and causes me more heartache and pain. I am no woman for this world. I don't deserve to live after everyone I've killed.' and placed it on the nightstand. The Killer took their knife and sliced multiple cuts up and down both of Heather's arms and legs. They placed the knife in Heather's hand. The Killer took off their costume and placed it on the bed opposite of Heather, along with the mask. "My work here is done." They said to themselves. As the left, the propped open the door, sure that someone would discover this.
Hours had passed and LeShawna was close to the point of exhaustion and passing out. The freezer was only set at fifty degrees, but so much time had passed since she'd been locked in there. She was dehydrated, tired and extremely cold. It would only be a matter of a few more hours until she died of hypothermia. She had tired herself out from banging and screaming on the door. LeShawna was locked in there, alone with the dead body of Cody. In a stroke of luck, the sound of a lock turning from outside was heard. LeShawna's heart skipped a few beats and she quickly scrambled up off the ground from her fetal position. "Hello! Is someone there? It's LeShawna! Please let me out!" Another click was heard and the freezer door opened up to reveal Chris on the other side. "Thank the Lord!" LeShawna praised, hugging onto Chris. Chris looked inside to freezer to see Cody's body.
"Jesus!" Chris gasped, stepping away.
"We got to get out of here! The Killer, he killed Cody and Sierra, I know it! And probably got Bridgette too! Please! There has to be a way to get of this damn island!" LeShawna pleaded. "You can't keep us here because of our contracts!"
"I'm not, not anymore. Since we got here I've been trying to contact the outside world. I managed to get a hold of the police, coast guard, whatever you want to call it. They're going to be over here shortly." Chris announced. LeShawna let out a cry of show and gave Chris another hug. "Shortly as in two days. When your contract ends." LeShawna let go of Chris and smacked him across the face.
"We got to be stuck up in this janky hotel with a serial killer on the loose for two more days?! This is all your fault! What, did you tell the police they have to wait for our contracts to expire?!" LeShawna screamed.
"No! We're just so off the grid and out of the way, it's gonna take them awhile to get out here. I sorta hosted this reunion illegally too. No one has any record of knowledge any of us are out here, so it took a lot of convincing to keep someone out here. They kinda don't believe me and kinda aren't putting it at the top of their priorities." Chris confessed. LeShawna stared at Chris, baffled. She shook her head and laughed.
"This is ridiculous." LeShawna said. "Fucking ridiculous! How did you even manage to contact the police?"
"There's a working phone in the manager's office behind the front desk." Chris answered. "I mean -" LeShawna stomped past Chris and bolted to the main lobby. Chris turned around and chased after her. "LeShawna, don't!"
"Maybe if they hear someone else, they'll take it seriously." LeShawna said. She moved past the front desk to the manager's office and flung open the door, Chris right behind her. LeShawna scanned the room and found the phone. "Here we go. Let's get 911 up in here." Chris closed the door and let out a sigh, shaking his head. LeShawna typed in 911 and started the call. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. "Is anyone gonna answer?" Suddenly, the call went dead. LeShawna turned to see Chris holding the cut-in-half cord to the phone. "What the hell you do that for?"
"I didn't want to do this LeShawna. I really didn't." Chris began.
"What do you mean?" LeShawna asked nervously, backing away from Chris. Chris reached behind him and pulled out a letter opener. "Chris!"
"It was going to happen sooner or later. I just didn't think it would happen like this." Chris began stepping towards LeShawna. "But you left me no choice. The police need to come as scheduled for it all to work out. Not a moment sooner, nor later."
"You won't get away with this. You won't. You can't kill twenty five people and get away without facing the law! You hear me Chris? There will be justice." LeShawna said, backing into the wall.
"Maybe. But you won't be the one serving it." Chris replied, stabbing the letter opener into LeShawna's throat. "Look at all that blood." Chris noted, as deep red blood squirted out of LeShawna's neck, all over Chris' clothes and the floor. "This was a new fucking shirt, you goddamn bitch!" Chris screamed, repeatedly stabbing LeShawna in the neck until he cut a clear hole all the way through. "Fucking pig."
