Yeesh. Finished by November 1st my ass, huh? Sorry guys, I sorta got swept up with the move and I've been so busy. I apologize, I really do, but I promise I'll never give up on this story. It will be completed!

So we're a the final eight, huh? Getting close to the wire.

Thanks to everyone who is still reviewing this despite fading interest and long update times. You guys rock!

The moon shone bright on a cloudless sky. The eight remaining teens sat on bleachers at the elimination ceremony. It was about thirty hours after Trent's death, and the teens had been shocked during the day to not be called for a challenge. Confused but not complaining, most of the day was spent napping and strategizing. The only notable thing was that Heather and Alejandro seemed to be back on good terms, despite the previous nights argument.

However, at 6:30pm they were called by Chris to meet at the elimination ceremony. Initially worried that they would be facing elimination someone without a challenge, their fears were quickly dispelled when they saw the projector and large screen set up at the site of horrors. There was one movie in the projector and, out of a mix of boredom and curiosity, the eight teens had decided to watch it.

Currently, the movie, which had turned out to be a horror slasher movie, was hitting its climactic final scene. The camera showed the eight teens' varying expressions as the screen flashed red, and the sounds of screaming and and a chainsaw buzzing was heard. It ended with creepy music fading out into silence, before the projector cut off, engulfing them in only the dim firelight of the campfire.

"Gnarly," Geoff said after a few moments of silence, "I can't believe the killer got away."

Alejandro rolled his eyes and stood up, "It is truly terrifying," he said dramatically, "What an utter waste of my time."

"What's the matter, Alejandro?" Duncan teased, standing up as well and stretching out his long arms. "Not a fan of slashers?"

"Not particularly, no." Alejandro replied, "its not very fun to watch, what with all the mindless gore and unintelligent decisions."

"Though it doesn't surprise me that someone like you likes them," LeShawna said to Duncan, a smile on her face.

"What, did the skull on my shirt give me away? Damn." Duncan said sarcastically.

LeShawna turned her attention to Beth, who was looking rather pale. "You alright, girl? Don't tell me you actually get scared by that cheesefest!"

Beth swallowed hard, "uh, no!" she squeaked unconvincingly, "not at all!" Upon LeShawna's skeptical look, she crumbled. "Well, sort of…I don't like scary movies!"

LeShawna clapped her on the shoulder with a kind smirk, "Fair enough."

"It did hit a little close to home," Courtney said uncomfortably.

That effectively brought everyone back to the present situation, and the amicable mood was extinguished.

"I wonder what the point of this was," Justin said aloud, "Chris bringing us here to watch this, I mean."

"Who knows," Duncan said, shrugging, "I'm glad I don't know what goes through that mans head. Honestly I'd be-"

He stopped talking as the loud, abrupt noise of a motor starting filled the silent night. It sounded like it was coming from the Dock of Shame.

All eight heads turned towards the direction of the dock.

"I wonder what thats about," Alejandro mused, beginning to walk towards the sound of the noise. The others followed him.

(Confessional: Heather.)

Heather groans, "these pains in my head are just getting worse and worse. It's driving me nuts! I don't even have any medicine to take for them either. It's leaving me on edge, I just want to go to bed after that stupid movie, but everyone else is all interested on whats going on." She huffs.

(End Confessional: Heather.)

The eight survivors came into the view of the Dock to see Chef and Chris hurriedly throwing a couple bags onto the Boat of Losers.

"Yo, wheres the fire?" Geoff asked the others, confused.

LeShawna shrugged, "Ay!" she called to the two men, "Where are you two going?"

"Away from here!" Chris laughed, though the laughter didn't hide the fear in his eyes, "later!" He quickly hopped onto the boat with Chef and the two sped off.

The eight stood in silence, gawping at the retreating boat.

"Did they just…leave?" Heather finally asked, breaking the stunned silence.

Courtney noticed something lying on the Dock. "Looks like they forgot a bag," she said, walking over and picking the small backpack up. A rolled up newspaper fell out of the side where water bottles were usually held.

Bending down, Alejandro scooped it up and frowned thoughtfully as he read it.

"Lemme see that," Duncan said, rudely snatching the paper from Alejandro's hands. The Latino shot him an irritated glance but continued to read over the punks shoulder.

"Psycho Killer Roams Free," Duncan read the headline aloud, "whoa, heavy."

"Last sighted on a boat in Muskoka, Ontario" Alejandro read in growing alarm, "that is most unnerving!"

Courtney scoffed, "oh come on guys, thats obviously a fake paper."

"It's not," Beth said timidly, her face pale. "My aunts from Muskoka and thats the name of the newspaper."

"Yeah but Courtney's right." Justin said, "Starting with there being no challenge today, suddenly he gets us watching a horror movie about a psycho killer, followed by a hasty exit from said people who are keeping us prisoner here plus a convienently left prop…it just seems too coincidental."

"Impressive deduction skills, Justin…" Alejandro said, smirking devilishly, "who new models could have beauty and brains."

Justin shot him a dirty look but said nothing else.

"It's coincidental, sure," Beth said with growing uncertainty, "but I mean would you guys put it past Chris to get some psycho out here to take one of us down for a challenge?"

"I don't buy it." LeShawna told her, "Chris has made it clear he likes the so called 'drama' of the whole wretched elimination ceremony. And with Harold and Trent dying the way they did he's gonna wanna keep to his schedule."

"Nevertheless," Alejandro cut in, "I would suggest we all keep a wary eye for the rest of the night." He gestured to the cameramen that were still littered around the campground, "if there was serious danger to lives other than our own I do not think these cameramen would still be here."

"Good thing its almost time to turn in." Courtney said, yawning behind her hands.

The eight teens walked to their cabins, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.

(Confessional: Justin.)

Justin frowns, obviously annoyed, "Man, Alejandro leaves a bad taste in his mouth. 'Impressive deduction skills, Justin'", he says in a poor imitation of Alejandro's voice, "What is his game?"

(End Confessional: Justin.)

(Confessional: Alejandro.)

Alejandro sighs, "Alright, I feel as if I understand the others well enough to start making some moves," he admits, "Everything is almost in place, I just have to set the final piece in motion." His face is solemn, "It's time to get rid of Duncan."

(End Confessional: Alejandro.)

As the eight teens walked to their cabins, Alejandro, the farthest behind, tugged lightly on Duncan's sleeve.

Duncan's shot a sidelong glance at the Latino and got the message. He slowed his pace until the two of them were a decent distance behind the rest.

"Can I help you?" The punk's tone was bored.

"I believe you can," Alejandro said quietly, "I'm going to cut the kaka with you, if you will, and get straight to the point."

"Good."

"Justin is weak and by himself. He's strong and he seems to be a decent deal smarter than he looks. Now is a perfect opportunity to get him out."

"Hmm," was Duncan's noncommittal reply.

Alejandro expected as much. "Look, someone has to go next. Might as well not be you or Courtney or Geoff. I'm doing you a favor, really."

"Oh? You make it sound like who gets eliminated is entirely up to you." Duncan finally turned his head to look at him.

Alejandro mentally cursed himself. "Of course not," he said smoothly, "I merely meant that I could just as easily be targeting Geoff or Courtney," he was careful not to say "you".

"Uh-huh…LeShawna, then."

Alejandro swallowed his surprise, "Pardon?"

"Let's vote for LeShawna instead of Justin. If you've really got our best interests at heart, I don't see the problem."

"Sure," Alejandro shrugged, "no problem here," he said honestly, "LeShawna it is."

"Excellent," Duncan gave his signature wolfish grin. "I'll catch you later, Ally-hand-row. I have to go inform my allies of a very good piece of business I just accomplished." He picked up the pace.

(Confessional: Duncan.)

Duncan snorts. "Yeah, maybe Alejandro really wants to team up, maybe not. I don't care. He knows the three of us are the strongest so it makes sense that he would want to team up…however, I think Alejandro is just a little too crafty for his own good." He gives the camera a stern look, "like I'm going to let a threat like that just stick around." He inhales through his teeth, looking bored. "I'm not a fan of backstabbing, but I'm sure as hell not above it."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Alejandro.)

Alejandro rubs his chin, "Duncan is quite the wily fox, it wouldn't surprise me at all if he has suspicions about my offer." he shakes his head to clear it, "no matter, whether he knows or not, there will be nothing he can do about it.

(End Confessional: Alejandro.)

Duncan, Justin and Geoff were currently in their cabin, wondering what to do. It was silent.

"So…should we just go to sleep?" Justin asked finally.

"I dunno, it's only about nine o'clock, I'm not tired." Geoff said. His stomach growled and his eyes widened, "yo, but I am starving. We haven't had dinner yet!"

As if on cue, Duncan's stomach growled as well.

"Alright, let's go get some food then." Justin agreed. He made for the door.

"You guys go on ahead, I gotta change my socks, they're rank." Duncan said, and the two boys left.

Once they were gone, the punk walked over to his bed and flopped on it, hands discreetly grasping under his pillow for his knife, which he had now hid inside the actual pillow itself amidst the stuffing. Debating whether or not to pocket it due to the nature of the challenge, he eventually decided against it and got up. He changed his socks to avoid suspicion and headed out. However, the moment he was outside the door a huge figure jumped out of the bushes and roared at him.

"What the," Duncan shrieked, eyes wide. The figure, who was about 6'6 and sporting a hockey mask and greasy overalls, revved a chainsaw. "hell?" Duncan turned to run but stumbled in his haste and hit the ground. He screamed as the figure advanced on him.

"What was that?" Courtney said sharply, jerking up from washing her face in the girls bathroom.

Beth, who was polishing her glasses at the next sink over, jumped as well. "It sounded like a scream!"

Just then the door to the bathroom opened and Alejandro stuck his head in, as serious look on his face. "Did you ladies here that?"

Ignoring Beth's shriek of alarm at the attractive males sudden appearance, Courtney answered him. "Yeah, a scream, did you hear where it came from?"

"No. Perhaps we should investigate. Where is LeShawna?"

"In our cabin."

"Let us not waste time, if there is a 'killer' lurking about our objective is to probably find and neutralize them." Alejandro said, leaving the bathroom without another word.

Courtney finished washing the soapy water from her face and followed Alejandro.

Beth, trembling, was right behind her.

(Confessional: Courtney.)

Courtney looks pale, "God, I hope that wasn't Duncan. The last thing I need is an ally dying. We have the biggest numbers advantage, assuming Justin hasn't aligned with the Gopher girls or Alejandro." She shakes her head, "I'm just praying LeShawna's assumption on Chris not wanting another non-elimination elimination is true."

(End Confessional: Courtney.)

"It sounded like it was coming from over here," Alejandro said, running towards the male cabin, Beth and Courtney in tow.

"Do you see anything?" Beth whimpered, eyes peeled for any red stains.

"No." Alejandro answered, "none of the other men are here, though."

"Maybe they're at the Mess Hall, I know none of them ate dinner." Courtney reasoned.

Alejandro nodded, "Good Idea, let's move."

The three ran off to the Mess Hall, arriving in a couple of minutes. There, they found Justin sitting at one of the tables sipping some water and Geoff in the back kitchen frying up half a dozen eggs. A quick scan of the Mess Hall revealed no one else was around.

"Where's Duncan?" Courtney walked into the back kitchen, trying not to sound nervous.

Geoff looked over at her from the stove, "Hm? I dunno, dude's not here yet? He was just behind me and Justin, had to change his smelly socks." He chuckled.

"No, we heard a scream and now we can't find him." Alejandro said, also coming into the kitchen.

Geoff's smile slid off his face, "uh-oh…well…did you guys check the bathrooms?"

"I did on my way to the girls bathroom, theres no reason he would be anywhere else at this time of night." Alejandro answered. "Very troublesome, perhaps there is someone hunting us after all…"

"Then we should stick together, right?" Geoff asked, turning his eyes back to the stove to avoid burning his eggs.

"Yeah, and we're all here except for Duncan, LeShawna, and Heather." Justin said.

"We need to get them, though its too risky for any of us to go alone." Courtney mused.

"Excellent observation," Alejandro agreed, "we should split off into two and grab them. I'll go with Beth and get Heather, Courtney you can go with Geoff and Justin to grab LeShawna."

"But my eggs aren't finished," Geoff protested.

"Do you want to stay here by yourself?" Beth asked curiously.

"No, but…can't we wait like five minutes until they're done? Besides, they're not just for me, they're for Justin and Duncan too…well, just Justin now."

"If that is what you desire, fine." Alejandro said shortly, trying to keep his temper in check, "however, Beth and I will be retrieving Heather right away."

"We will? Uh…okay," Beth looked a little taken aback at Alejandro's abruptness, but chalked it down to the Latino's worry for heather. "Let's go, then."

Alejandro smiled and nodded, gesturing for her to exit first. He followed right behind her.

(Confessional: Alejandro.)

Alejandro looks serious, "time to put the next part of my plan into action."

(End Confessional: Alejandro.)

"So, Beth, thanks for coming with me to get Heather," Alejandro said as the two walked through the dark campground to his trailer.

"No problem," Beth shrugged, "Though you didn't really give me much of a choice…"

Alejandro chuckled, "it's true, though that was for a reason, I assure you. I need to talk strategy with you."

"Strategy? With me?" Beth sounded unsure, "why?"

"Because, I need votes, yours and LeShawna's specifically." Their feet crunched on twigs as they walked, "And I want to eliminate Duncan."

Beth was silent for a moment, processing this information. "Why? And what if I say no?"

"Why? Well I thought that would be quite obvious." Alejandro said, holding his tone of voice in check, "he's strong, smart, and cunning. He's too dangerous to let stick around any longer…" he paused, "as for what if you say no, I'll be honest with you, Beth, you're not a threat. I assume you're aware of this as you're rather intelligent despite your first question to me. I cannot say that I would threaten to vote for you should you not comply with my request, though I'm sure Duncan and his alliance would be more than happy to vote for LeShawna…" He trailed off ominously.

Beth hid her nervousness. They were almost at Alejandro's trailer. "W-well that's fine," she tried to sound indignant, "because we're up for voting for Duncan."

Alejandro smirked, "excellent news." he walked up to his trailer and walked in. "Heather? Are you here?"

"Yeah," came Heather's puzzled voice from the kitchen area, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's a long story, I'll fill you in soon, but for now we must return to the Mess Hall." At the Asian's still confused look he added, "it's likely we're in the middle of a challenge, so we really must hurry."

That got Heather's rear in gear and the three jogged back to the Mess Hall.

(Confessional: Beth.)

Beth scratches her wrist nervously, "so Alejandro was like totally scary when he was talking to me about strategy. Good thing we have a common goal," she shivers, "because I would not wanna be on the targeting end of his beautiful eyes." she blushes slightly.

(End Confessional: Beth.)

"Yo, LeShawna dude, are you here?" Geoff called, walking around the camp clutching a plate of still steaming scrambled eggs.

"Shut up," Courtney chided, "we don't want to alert whatever is out there that we're here."

"So what, are we going to call out for LeShawna with our telepathy?" Justin rolled his eyes.

Courtney scowled. "I don't recall asking for your opinion," She said hotly.

Before Justin could respond with an equally hot response, Geoff held up his hand and shushed them, "yo, did you guys hear that?"

The two stopped, "hear what?" Justin whispered.

"It sounded like running, over that way," Geoff pointed towards the cabins. "I hope LeShawna's okay!"

The three jogged off toward the cabins, hairs standing up everywhere.

(Confessional: Justin.)

Justin crosses his arms and frowns, "screw LeShawna, I just wanted to get the hell out of there."

(End Confessional: Justin.)

"LeShawna?" Courtney called as she approached the girls cabin, "are you in there?"

Silence.

"Shit," Courtney cursed, walking into the cabin and finding it empty.

"She's not here," she called out to the guys, who had waited outside. She saw something odd sticking out from under the missing girls bed, and she bent down to examine it, "huh…"

"What's taking her so long?" Geoff asked, fidgeting nervously.

"I dunno," Justin yawned as he leaned against the side of the cabin, "But I wish she'd hurry up, I'm getting the chills." He looked down at his fingernails.

"B-b-b-b-"

"Hm?" Justin looked up to see Geoff as rigid as board, eyes wide as he stammered incoherently. "What?"

"B-b-buh-buh!"

"Stop it, you're creeping me out," Justin scowled.

"BEHIND YOU!" Geoff finally screamed, raising a terrified arm and pointing behind the model.

Justin whirled around to see a huge man raising a chainsaw over his head. The man roared at them and the two boys screamed and started running.

Courtney, who was still snooping under LeShawna's bed, jumped in fright at the sound of the screaming, She slammed her head under the bed and cursed violently. She withdrew herself from under LeShawna's bunk to come face to feet with the killer. Courtney jumped a foot in the air and threw the closest thing near her at the killer, which turned out to be one of LeShawna's massive bras. The killer growled menacingly, and Courtney screamed.

Alejandro, Heather and Beth were sitting in the Mess Hall.

"Where are they? They should've been back by now." Beth said nervously.

"I don't know. Perhaps they were all captured." Alejandro sighed. "A darn shame, but at least immunity is now easier to obtain for the three of us." He didn't hear the approaching footsteps from outside. "Though immunity is rather irrelevant as the outcome is all but certain since Duncan's gone missing. No immunity for him," His tone was smug.

Justin burst through the door of the Mess Hall, chest heaving. Sweat coated him like a blanket.

"Justin!" Alejandro said, standing up, "Mierda, what happened?"

"We went to check out LeShawna's cabin," Justin choked out, bending over and putting his hands on his knees, panting, "but this huge dude cornered Geoff and I while Courtney was in the cabin! We ran for it, and…" he started, looking behind him, "he was just behind me, where the hell is he?"

He got his answer as they heard the party boy scream a little ways from the Mess Hall.

"Guess he got him." Heather said, trembling, "d'you think he got Courtney too?"

Alejandro ran to the window, Beth and Justin hot on his heels. They all gasped.

There they saw the hulking huge man, staring at the Mess Hall with a still Geoff draped over his shoulder.

Beth gave a little scream, "he's not dead, is he?"

"I doubt it," said Alejandro calmly, putting a comforting hand on Beth's shoulder, "I doubt that this 'killer' killed everyone else that was captured, and theres no reason for him to kill Geoff and not the others. We must remain calm and think quickly." They both turned to Heather, who was also looking determined, though a little pale.

"What do we do?" her voice was steady.

"I don't know, but I'm out!" Justin cried, gripping his head in panic. He ran for the back door.

"Justin, wait!" Beth screamed, but the only response from he model was the sound of the back door slamming.

"It's fine, let him throw his immunity away," Alejandro put his hand to his chin and closed his eyes, though they snapped open at the sound of footsteps coming towards the Mess Hall. Very fast footsteps.

"He's coming!" Beth shrieked.

The three in the Mess Hall, Beth, Alejandro and Heather just had time to look at the front door of the Mess Hall before it burst open, the killer standing there in all his unholy glory.

All three screamed. Beth, closest to both door and killer, made a mad dash for the exit. The killer tried to stop her, but she twisted out of reach and ran into the night.

Snarling in frustration, the killer turned to Alejandro and Heather. They had both backed up, Alejandro was on the left side of the Mess Hall, Heather was on the right. The killer turned to the right, advancing on a shaking Heather.

Alejandro picked up the nearest chair and hurled it across the Mess Hall, where it slammed into the killers back. The killer grunted in pain and whipped around, practically foaming at the mouth.

"You little runt!" he rasped, charging over towards the Latino, who nimbly dodged out of the way, kicking the killer in the ribs. The killer stumbled back, and Alejandro moved in for another strike.

He swung his fist at the killers masked face, but the killer raised his hooked hand and blocked the blow. Snarling, the killer regained his balance and swung his hooked hand at Alejandro.

"Alejandro!" Heather screamed.

A thin trail of blood ran down Alejandro's cheek, the Spaniard cursing profusely in Spanish. "Leave him alone!" Heather screamed at the killer, desperately looking around for anything she could use as a weapon.

Alejandro, still reeling in shock from the cut on his face, received another, deeper slash to his left shoulder, and he cried out in pain. The rusty hook stuck in his flesh and Alejandro, thinking quickly, threw a downward elbow at the joint connecting the hook to the wrist of the killer. It snapped, and Alejandro pulled away from the killer.

The killer, chainsaw strapped to his broad back, howled in agony as he nursed his bleeding stump with his one good hand. "You little shit! I'll kill you for that!" He ripped off his mask, showing a scarred, pale face and missing teeth. His eyes were clouded with rage and bloodlust.

Heather made a dash for the back door. "Hold on Alejandro!" She called to him, trying to force a determination that wasn't there into her voice. She threw open doors in the cook's area and searched desperately for his knives. "Where are the knives?" she screamed in a growing panic, "why are there no knives?" [1]

Back in the dining area, the killer hand unstrapped his chainsaw, using years of experience to whirr the deadly tool's engine to life with just one hand. "You pissed the wrong person off, buddy!" The killer cackled, hoisting the chainsaw in one hand and swinging a clumsy attack at Alejandro.

Alejandro dodged easily enough, though he was all defense as the killer advanced quickly, throwing another clumsy strike towards him.

Heather had finally found something resembling a weapon. Her prize was a three foot long barbecue fork used for grilling. The fork had two prongs and they extended four inches and were fairly sharp. Gripping her new weapon tightly, she ran back into the kitchen to see Alejandro sweating in terror as the killer forced him into a corner.

"Hey, get away from him or so help me I'll stab you with this!" she screeched over the defining noise of the chainsaw.

The killer didn't even turn around.

Two people screamed as the spinning chainsaw blade entered Alejandro. He had first tried to stop the blade with his hands, though the machine of destruction made short work of his well defined arms. It entered his torso next in a spray or red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood as the blade worked its way deeper into his body. Alejandro's eyes locked with Heathers from across the building right before the life left his eyes.

For two seconds, no one moved.

Then Heather crossed the distance as fast as she could as the killer wrenched the still spinning chainsaw from Alejandro's corpse. She drove the barbecue fork at the killers neck, but the killer heard her coming and dropped the chainsaw, turning and grabbing the fork with his good hand. Using his brute strength alone, he wrenched it out of Heather's and brought up his tree trunk of a leg, slamming the girl in the chest and pushing her backward.

Heather flew through the air for a good second before landing in a pile of chairs, slamming the back of her head on the sturdy table. She slumped to the ground, unconscious.

The killer now seemed to realize the predicament he was in. He was faced with four armed cameramen pointing guns at him, screaming at him to get down on the ground. They had been screaming at him ever since he had mauled Alejandro. The killer gave a wicked grin and put his hands up and dropped to his knees.

The chainsaw, still soaked in Alejandro's blood, grinded to a halt, and all was quiet.

Two hours later, six of the seven campers were sitting in the Mess Hall, pale and uncertain. Heather, after having been hit in the head again after her first severe head injury, had been taken to the emergency doctor normally reserved for the crew. She was undergoing heavy examination.

The Mess Hall had been cleaned of what remained of Alejandro.

Beth was a mess. "I can't believe I ran," she said aloud, tears glistening in her eyes, "it's my fault! If I had stayed-"

"You could've gotten chewed up instead," LeShawna cut her off, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, "girl you don't got nothing to regret. Ain't none of us thought he was actually gonna slash somebody up. Hell, he was downright pleasant when he caught me, told me I was out of the challenge and was to come with him." she scoffed, "sounds like psycho snapped if you ask me."

Courtney, sitting next to Duncan and across from Beth, nodded in agreement. "I agree completely. Knowing Alejandro, he probably put up a decent form of physical resistance. He probably injured the killer and set him off. That was stupid of him."

"Tcyeah, y'think?" Duncan snorted, drumming his knuckled on the table nervously. "This is so fucked, man."

Geoff, who was on Courtney's other side, nodded glumly and remained silent.

Justin, who was at the end of the table next to Beth and across from Geoff, sighed, posing the question everyone wanted to know the answer to.

"So do you think we'll have to vote someone off?"

"I honestly don't know." Courtney responded nervously, smoothing her blouse absentmindedly, "on one hand, I don't think Chris wants the body count dropping too fast…on the other hand, I know he's been dying for a normal elimination…I think it could go either way."

"Nah, I think we're fine," Duncan said confidently, not caring to elaborate any further.

The six stayed silent for a while, relishing the fact that blood was pumping through their veins and air as flowing into their lungs.

Eventually Chris came in and explained the situation.

"First off, Alejandro is definitely dead." he said, "and much to my annoyance, that means that there will be no elimination ceremony for this challenge."

The six campers showed varying signs of relief.

"Secondly, Heather will be discharged from medical care shortly. She seems fine, though the doctor will check up on her on the night to see if she develops any worrying symptoms. I really don't want to lose another one of you guys to a non-elimination ceremony related incident."

He walked over to the portraits and updated them, though all he had to do was flick the switch on Alejandro's portrait. No rearranging was required.

"With that you guys are free to go," Chris said, turning back to the six, "unless you have any questions?"

"Yeah, where's the killer? He's not gonna come slaughter us in our sleep, is he?" Justin asked.

Chris's face darkened, "Oh no, you can be sure that won't happen. That asshole wasn't supposed to kill any of you guys. He lost his tempers and has been…appropriately punished." The way he said it made all six very glad that he didn't elaborate. "Anything else?"

"Uh, yeah, actually," Duncan straightened up in his seat, looking at the host with interest, "what's up with Alejandro's trailer? Is it up for grabs now?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "wow, stereotype yourself some more, Duncan. No, his trailer has been removed from the island."

"I'm gonna miss those showers," Duncan said, annoyed.

When there were no more questions for the host, Chris left.

(Confessional: Beth.)

Beth still looks upset, "I know its not really my fault that Alejandro accidentally got slashed up by the killer…but I still feel if I had stuck around, maybe it would've ended up different…[2]

(End Confessional: Beth.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"Honestly, today wasn't that bad." Duncan shrugs, "Alejandro is gone, and he was the biggest threat to me, Courtney and Geoff, so thats great. To top it off, Heather's probably gonna be really messed up, so she's even less of a threat than she already was. The only thing I have to do now is take down LeShawna and the other weaklings and then…" his cool facade finally breaks down and he looks uncomfortable, "then it gets really unpleasant…"

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Justin.)

"I won't lie and say I'm not relieved Alejandro is gone," Justin confesses, "he was scary good, and I consider it a stroke of luck that he was killed in such a fortuitous way." He takes a deep breath, "I'm really gonna have to ally myself with Leshawna and Beth now if I stand a chance of sticking around. Next challenge is just going to consist of people trying to get Heather's vote to get the majority, and God knows how she's faring…"

(End Confessional: Justin.)

(Confessional: LeShawna.)

LeShawna shakes her head, "this place is nuts. I can't wait until I get outta here, lemme tell you. I'll need therapy for years…anyways," her tone turns to a more business like one, "Next step is getting that punk Duncan outta here. He's like a cat. Smart, cruel, and always seems to land on his feet. Not a good combo for me, that's for damn sure. Ah well, we'll see what tomorrow brings. All I know is that I'm getting outta here." She crosses her arms and glares at the camera. "Believe it."

(End Confessional: LeShawna.)

(Confessional: Geoff.)

"Made it through another day," Geoff says with a weak smile, "One step closer to coming home and seeing my family and Bridgette again. I don't go back on my word, I'm getting outta here, fam!"

(End Confessional: Geoff.)

(Confessional: Courtney.)

"We're nearing the end game, and I have to look sharp." Courtney says, a determined look on her face. "I've accepted that Duncan and Geoff's death are necessary factors for my success, and as unpleasant as it is, I won't back down when the moment arises. I will be the winner of this horrible show."

(End Confessional: Courtney.)

The three guys were settling into bed, a somewhat comfortable silence filling the cabin.

"Top three guys on the show," Justin finally observed, drawing Geoff and Duncan's attention. "Not too shabby."

Duncan grunted in agreement, "yeah, though if on day one someone told me that the other two guys I'd be stuck with were you and Geoff, I'd be hard pressed to believe them."

"Why's that?" Geoff asked curiously.

Duncan shrugged noncommittally, "Dunno."

"Who'd you think would be, judging from that first day?" Justin asked.

Duncan took a second to think about it. "I don't know, honestly. I never thought that far ahead, it was just one step at a time that first week. Looking back now…probably Trent, maybe DJ. Though honestly its not too unbelievable that you two made it as well."

The silence grew slightly uncomfortable.

"The numbers are only going to dwindle…" Justin said quietly.

"I know, you don't need to spell it out," Duncan grumbled. "Doesn't mean we can't have civil conversations. Besides, aren't you the one that opened your fat yap in the first place?"

Justin just rolled his eyes, "whatever, I'm going to bed."

After twenty-five or so seconds of silence, Geoff finally peeped up, "G'night, guys."

There was another ten seconds of silence before both boys, almost simultaneously, responded. "Goodnight."

Beth, LeShawna and Courtney had settled into bed and were just about to shut the lights off when the door creaked open, and a pale and tired looking Heather stumbled in.

"Heather!" Courtney gasped, suddenly wide awake. She exited her bed and quickly walked over to the unsteady girl. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful." Heather croaked. Her eyes were glistening, though from what exactly Courtney couldn't discern. "I just want to go to sleep and be left alone. Thank you for your concern though, Courtney."

Courtney looked unsure, but relented. "Okay…" and after a moments hesitation added, "I'm sorry about Alejandro. I know you two were close."

Heather said nothing and merely climbed into bed. She faced the wall, putting her back to each other.

Courtney and LeShawna made eye contact, both feeling awkward. Beth cleared her throat nervously.

Without another word, the girls went to bed.

The camera cut to a disgruntled Chris, "Welp, another shocking elimination," he said, sounding almost whiny, "maybe next time we'll get a normal elimination…if we're lucky." he added the last part under his breath. "Anyways, see you next time on Total! Drama! Island!"

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Remaining Campers: Duncan, Courtney, Beth, Geoff, Heather, LeShawna, Justin.

Execution Order: Izzy, Owen, Noah (Saved), Eva, DJ, Gwen, Tyler, Sadie, Cody, Ezekiel, Lindsay, Katie, Sierra, Harold, Bridgette (Saved), Trent, Alejandro.

Injury List/Altered Visuals:

Tyler - Broken Ankle (Not So Happy Campers, Part 2).

Courtney - Broken Nose (Not Quite Famous).

DJ - Mauled (The Sucky Outdoors).

Sadie - Shaved Bald (Phobia Factor).

Geoff - Injured Hand (Who Can You Trust?).

LeShawna - Injured Bottom (Basic Straining).

Heather - Serious Concussion (Brunch Of Disgustingness).

Beth - Food Poisoning (Brunch of Disgustingness).

Trent - Food Poisoning (Brunch of Disgustingness).

Courtney - Minor Jellyfish Stings (That's Off The Chain).

Heather - Head Injury (Hook, Line and Screamer).

Reasoning:

Ah, Alejandro. He was tough to write but only because I wanted so much from him. I wanted him to be a red herring but also not really a red herring at the same time. He came in with the potential to be the big baddy, and almost really got going, as his plan to eliminate Duncan would've worked, yet his nobility and confidence was his downfall as he took on a dude that was just a bit too much for him. Oh yeah, and Heather also played a part in his downfall. Had it been anyone else in her position, he would've taken the opportunity to run for it. Tch, irony. Anyways, I liked writing Alejandro but I knew I didn't want either Alejandro or Sierra making it into the endgame faze so this is where I planned for him to go, if only because with how powerful the bastard is this seemed like the most believable scenario to take him out.

[1] Bummer that Heather didn't remember Chris took away all the sharp objects after Katie attacked him.

[2] In an early draft before I added Alejandro and Sierra I was going to have Beth die in this episode since I knew DJ wouldn't be around and she would and it seemed (like in canon) the most logical choice to have someone be eliminated for being a chicken.

- Alejandro's story ends in tragedy! How will Heather take this?

- Is Justin going to successfully allign with LeShawna and Beth? Will they want his beautiful ass?

- Are my updates going to be this far apart in the future? Hopefully not!

Alright guys, I know the update time was awful, though we're nearing the "endgame" phase and thats usually when my writing kicks into overdrive (those who read Total Drama Chaos will understand, I wrote 29k words in 36 hours). I can't promise that the next update will be super quick, though I can say with reasonable confidence that the next update will be before my birthday on Decemeber 11th. It might be on the actual day, we'll see how fast I can bang it out.

Love you guys, I hope you enjoyed. Please review, it makes my day!

Ciao!