First of all, I'd like to say thank everyone for getting this story over 200 reviews. It makes me really happy receiving feedback from you guys! Now, last chapter I said the returnee would re-enter the competition in the merging chapter. That's not entirely true. Sorry about that, but there will be developments on that front before it does happen.

The challenge in this chapter is based on the movie 'Would You Rather', which quite clearly involves the simple game of the same name. However, it's not quite that simple...

Anyway, on with the chapter!

Would You Rather...?

Team Alpha: Bridgette, Lindsay, Scar.

Team Kaleidoscope: Courtney, Heather, Katie, Trent.

Team Omega: Cody, Dawn, Noah, Tyler.

"Last time on Total Drama Recall, four members of the final dozen were kidnapped by yours truly to be used as pawns in the latest challenge! That's right; Courtney, Dawn and Lindsay were our damsels in distress, whilst Noah was one very lucky guy! Using clues that were scattered around camp, the others successfully managed to locate their hidden comrades underneath the dodge-ball court! Heather won it for the Kaleidoscopes, whilst one lucky Omega, in the form of Geoff, was sent packing! Things are now picking up the pace as we draw closer to the mile-stone that is the merge! Stay tuned to find out what the remaining eleven campers get up to on Total... Drama... Recall!"

(Confessional)

Heather: "So, we're at the final eleven," Heather sat smugly on the confessional toilet, one leg crossed over the other. "By my count, that makes twenty-two losers so far. That's two thirds of the competition and I'm nowhere near done. The question is: When will Chris dissolve the teams? I'm sick and tired of being stuck in this pathetic excuse of a team. When it's a free for all, the weak ones are easily picked off." She smirked. "That means bye-bye to Cody, Noah, Lindsay- Let's face it, the majority of these guys are losers; it's beyond me how they even lasted this long to be honest." She shrugged. "The only ones I can see as being a threat are Trent, Mike, and maybe even Dawn. She's somewhat of a wildcard. Ah well, let's just wait and see how things unravel, shall we?"

(End Confessional)

"Attention, campers!" Chris' voiced boomed through the camp, causing those who were still sleeping - Trent and Tyler - to groan. "Meet me at the Mess Hall in twenty minutes. I've got a little announcement in store for you! How kind am I?"

"You're very kind, God." Lindsay smiled, looking up. Happy with her response, she climbed down from her spot on her bunk-bed and walked over to Bridgette's bunk. "How long is twenty minutes?" She asked, whispering slightly.

Bridgette who was sitting with the idol she and Lindsay had found two challenges prior, in her hands, admiring it. "Huh? Um... a third of an hour."

Lindsay nodded. "Oh..."

(Confessional)

Lindsay: Lindsay simply looked at the camera with a blank expression, blinking.

(End Confessional)

"Wait a second, is that the immunity idol?" Lindsay gasped, leaning in. "Remember, we can't let anyone know we have it! They might steal it!"

"Um... about the idol, I've been thinking and-"

"Knock knock!" Scar chirped, knocking on the door of the girls' side of the Alphas' cabin and entering. "Just thought I'd come see how you both were this morning?"

Upon seeing Scar, well, Mike in her eyes, entering, Bridgette swiftly covered the idol up with her duvet. "Oh, hey, Mike!" She greeted the boy, manoeuvring her body so as to cover up the suspicious lump underneath the covers formed by the idol. "I'm okay," She smiled, looking to Lindsay, who nodded as if to say 'Me too'. "How are you?"

"Glad to hear it!" Scar forced an interested smile, though his eyes were wandering to Bridgette's duvet, despite said surfer girl's attempts to divert attention away from it. "I'm good, too. Wonder what Chris has in store for us?"

"Hopefully something that isn't too gruesome," Bridgette chuckled lightly. "But knowing him, my hopes are probably going to be in vain."

"Ooh, maybe he made us our favourite breakfasts?" Lindsay's face lit up at the idea she had proposed. "That'd be so great!"

"As much as I'd like that to be true, I really, really doubt he'd do that," Scar laughed. "Maybe it's a quirky challenge?"

Bridgette shrugged her shoulders. "Could be. Guess we'll just have to wait and find out when the time comes!"

Scar nodded in response. "Yeah," He said with a smile, his eyes looking at Bridgette's duvet. "I guess."

(Confessional)

Scar: "Bridgette's up to something. What could she be hiding?" Scar sat with his head on his right palm as he tapped his chin. "I mean, I know Geoff's gone now, but I wouldn't think Bridgette would be the type to use toys in that department. Hm..."

(End Confessional)

Meanwhile, the Omegas were sharing their cabin with an overwhelming silence. Noah was pushed up against a wall reading a book, Dawn was sitting on her bed, admiring, and most likely analysing, her team-mates, Tyler was sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs dangling as he held his head in his hand, sighing, and Cody had just entered after freshening up in the bathroom.

"So..." Cody broke the silence as he sat down on his bed. "Pretty quiet in here, huh?"

Noah simply looked over the top of his book at Cody, and then back down.

"Yeah," Tyler continued to sigh. "It's weird without Geoff."

"It certainly is a lot less lively," Dawn chimed in. "And to be honest, I miss having his positive aura with us."

"We'd all rather he went than ourselves, though," Noah muttered. "I mean, let's be honest."

"Well, yeah, sure," Tyler shrugged ever so slightly. "Still miss the guy though."

(Confessional)

Noah: "Honestly, I don't get why everyone's acting like Geoff died or something," Noah rolled his eyes. "The way I look at it, he got a free ticket to a luxury lifestyle, just like the others. This place is a hole and I'm sure he's glad he got out of here."

(End Confessional)

Over in the winners' accommodation, the Kaleidoscopes were getting ready for the day ahead of them. Well, Katie was lying down on her bed with her head hanging over the bottom whilst Trent practised his guitar sitting on the adjacent bed, Heather was sitting in front of the large mirror brushing her hair and Courtney was still downstairs in the dining hall.

"So how was that?" Trent asked Katie with a final strum of his guitar, having just played an original composition he had been working on. "Was it any good?"

"Are you kidding me? It was great!" Katie sighed, tousling one of her pig tails with her index finger. "Have you written any lyrics for it yet?"

Trent smiled, blushing slightly due to Katie's praise. "Well, I haven't actually physically written any yet, but I do have some ideas..."

"What's the song about?" Katie inquired, sitting up an crossing her legs. "Is it about a girl?"

Trent's face reddened even more as he put his guitar back in it's case. "I'd rather not disclose that information right now."

"O-M-G, it so is!" Katie smirked, playfully kicking Trent's leg. "Whoever the song's about is so lucky." She said with a smile. "Anyway, I should probably go freshen up before the challenge," She said, standing up. "See you in a bit!" She added, before walking off.

"See ya," Trent returned the smile, before getting up himself.

(Confessional)

Trent: "Katie's a nice girl, my favourite team-mate left actually," Trent revealed. "But my worry with her is that she's too naive - I just hope the likes of Heather don't dig their claws into her, use her, and then toss her to the kerb," he pondered something for a moment. "Maybe I should form an alliance with her? I mean, by previous eliminations, I've gathered that she's been voting with Heather, but I'm sure it wouldn't take much persuading to go against that bitch."

(End Confessional)

As Trent left the room, he bumped into Courtney, who quickly began to pat down her close whilst grumbling: "Ugh! Watch where you're going!" before looking up, to see that Trent was the one she had walked into. "Oh, it's you. I assumed it'd be Heather or something. You are aware that this is the girls' bedroom, right?"

"Mhm," Trent flared his eyes. "Last time I checked, my memory wasn't that bad."

Courtney narrowed her eyes gave and flashed a quick smile, as if to say "Thanks for the sarcasm - not." as Trent began to walk past her.

Just as she had continued to walk, Courtney's eyes widened, an idea forming. "Say, Trent," she turned around, her words prompting Trent to do the same.

"Uh, yeah?" Trent raised a brow, somewhat intrigued yet scared by the CIT's tone.

Courtney put on her best puppy-dog face complete with an innocent smile. "How about we form an alliance? Y'know, to see us through to the merge?" She proposed, edging closer to the boy. "What do you say?"

"Tough one," Trent stifled a laugh. "But I'm gonna have to go with 'no'."

"What? Why?!" Courtney snapped, her smiling face turning into a frown almost instantly. "Heather's an evil bitch and Katie's an airhead. I'm your best logical option to team up with!"

"I'd rather risk it and go it alone than team up with you," Trent frowned at the girl. "I haven't forgotten what you did to Gwen," He added, his glare intensifying, making Courtney feel rather uncomfortable. "Who was the one teaming up with Heather then, huh?"

Courtney took a moment to think of a response, all the while choosing to avoid eye contact. "It's compli-"

"The answer's 'no', Courtney." Trent eased up on the frowning, continued walking down the corridor and headed down the stairs, all the while Courtney was grumbling in annoyance.

(Confessional)

Courtney: "Ugh! I thought he'd have gotten over that by now. Evidently not," She vented to the camera with a sharp look in her eyes. "This is all Scar's fault! I swear, as soon as the merge comes - he's a goner. That tape will be more or less redundant. Then we'll see who has the last laugh."

(End Confessional)

Their twenty minutes up, the majority of the contestants had gathered in the mess hall, with the stragglers arriving shortly after.

"Nice of you to finally show up, Katie," Chris glared at the girl as she tried to make a subtle entrance and couldn't help but get red in the face upon being called out on. "Anyway, now that you're all here," He announced with a sidewards glance at the still red-faced Katie. "I can take great pleasure in making my announcement!"

"Is the announcement that you're leaving?" Noah inquired with a relatively expressionless face. "Because that sounds good."

"Actually, no. Unfortunately for me, I have to stay on this island with you ingrates," Chris sighed. "But oh well, it's a pay-cheque, and seeing you guys getting injured is priceless!"

Noah rolled his eyes.

"Well then, what is it?" Heather questioned. "I don't fancy making small talk with you for the whole day."

"Well..." Chris couldn't help but grin. "As of today, I'm disbanding the teams! It's a free-for-all from now on! Yay!"

"So I'm not against Tyler any more?" Lindsay asked with a hopeful smile, to which she received a nod from Chris. "Oh yay!" She began to clap, before running over to Tyler and embracing him in a hug. "We both made it!"

"We sure did," Tyler smiled back at his girlfriend, feeling proud that he'd made it to the merge for the first time, and with his girlfriend no less.

At the same time, Dawn smiled, standing beside Noah and subtly taking his hand in hers. Though blushing at first, Noah eased up and comfortably held hands with the moon-child, though trying not to make it too obvious.

Heather's unamused expression turned into a devious smirk after the announcement, whilst Courtney glared across the room at Scar, Trent cautiously watching the girl as she did so.

Cody looked rather excited by the news, already forming a game-plan in his mind, and Scar simply stood to the side eyeing up the competition and evaluating how much of a threat they all were.

Meanwhile, Katie couldn't help but squee, excited.

Watching Lindsay and Tyler hugging, smiles on their faces, Bridgette couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Shoving her hands in her hoodie's pocket, she tried her best not to let her sadness show.

(Confessional)

Bridgette: "Well, I made it to the merge..." Bridgette sighed. "I just can't help but be a bit down due to it being so soon after Geoff's departure. It would've been great if we'd made it together..."

Tyler and Lindsay: The couple didn't say anything due to the fact they were too caught up in kissing.

Noah: "So, it's my first time merging and I like it..." Noah confessed, an unusual smile on his face. "Dawn and I should be quick to form an alliance before groups start to form."

Dawn: "So this is what it feels like to make the merge..." Dawn sighed happily. "I have to admit, after my unfair elimination from the competition last season, I'm very grateful to have made it this far and to have avoided such encounters with devious minds."

Katie: "I can't believe I, like, made it to the merge! I hope I've made Sadie proud... I miss her."

Trent: "Looks like things are starting to look up..." Trent sat confidently in the confessional outhouse. "I feel pretty confident that I'll be able to team-up with Bridgette, Katie and maybe even Tyler, Lindsay and Cody."

Cody: "Merging always does feel good, but without Sierra, it's like I don't have as much protection... I'll need to think of a solid game plan, make some trustworthy allies. I'll see how things go from there."

Courtney: "Let's see, Katie has teamed up with Heather, Trent is unwilling to form an alliance with me, and there's no way in hell that I'd align with Scar. I'm friends with Bridgette, so I'll have a word with her. Hopefully I'm not in her bad books."

Heather: "By now, everyone already knows that I don't give a crap about them, well, sans Katie, so there's no point in even trying to form an alliance with any of these morons. Immunity will be a big factor in my stay in the competition, that, and keeping a low profile," She smirked. "Doing things behind the scenes should be fun..."

Scar: "There's a possibility of making friends with Dawn over her Revenge of the Island common-ground with Mike, but getting close to her is some seriously risky business... I think I'll pray on the idiotic and naive ones for now."

(End Confessional)

"So, with the merging announcement out of the way, it's time to introduce the challenge!" Chris clasped his hands together. "Today's challenge is of the virtual kind, so without further ado, I'd like for you all to make your way to the VR Tent."

"Seriously?" Cody groaned. "You could've just got us to meet there in the first place and make your announcement there..."

"Eh. That's too easy and it gives away that it's a VR challenge from the off-set. I like seeing you guys sweat about the challenge."

"How lovely." Trent sighed as he headed out.

Arriving at the VR Tent, Chris did a quick head count to make sure that everybody had arrived at the correct location, before continuing on with the challenge announcement. "So, as previously revealed, today's challenge uses the lovely VR machine! However, you guys won't know that..."

"But, uh, you just told us?" Lindsay furrowed her brow, confused, as Chef strapped her into the machine.

"Yes, Lindsay," Chris nodded. "Yes I did. However, your virtual reality avatars won't know that."

Heather rolled her eyes. "Not this again."

"Oh yes!" Chris beamed. "You will all recall being in this competition this time, however, you won't have any knowledge of what happens after this challenge - something that, using the magic of the VR machine, you won't question!"

"Sounds far-fetched." Noah commented, already strapped into the machine.

"And you sound annoying but I try not to bring that up all too often," Chris glared at the egghead. "Anyhow, as I was saying, in this challenge, none of you will be aware that you're in a virtual reality, partaking in the challenge. Instead, you'll believe that you've been gathered at a dinner party, at which, you will be able to win $1,000,000 just by playing a simple game! Fair enough?"

"That's... pretty messed up," Tyler furrowed his brow. "So if we win, when we wake up, we won't get the mil...? That sucks."

"Sure does! But alas, I don't care!" Chris said with a fake smile. "Let's get on with the challenge, shall we?"

Before any one had the time to object, Chris had activated the machine, and the final eleven were transported into the virtual world, where they were greeted by none other than... Chris?

All eleven teenagers were seated around a long table, five on one side, five on the other and one on the very end, opposite Chris, who was seated at the head of the table. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, all of the boys were wearing either black or grey suits, with Trent, Scar, Cody, Tyler and Noah wearing green, teal, yellow, red and blue ties, respectively. Bridgette was wearing a light blue dress, her hair up in a style similar to how it was when she sang "I'm Sorry" during the first Aftermath show of World Tour, Courtney was wearing a purple dress, Heather a burgundy one, whilst Katie wore a low-cut pink dress, her hair down. Lindsay's bandanna was absent as she wore a white dress with her hair up, whilst Dawn wore a very modest green dress.

Anti-clockwise from Chris' position at the end of the table, Cody, Bridgette, Trent, Lindsay, Scar, Tyler, Heather, Dawn, Courtney, Noah and Katie were sitting, with Tyler sitting at the end opposite Chris.

"Welcome!" Chris broke the silence, prompting the teenagers, who were currently looking around as if to say 'how did I get here?', to turn and look at him. "I'm glad you all could make it! And I'm sure you are, too, what with $1,000,000 on the line!"

Due to what Chris had input into the VR machine, the teenagers forgot about any questions they had about their arrival to the dinner party, and instead went along with everything.

"Enough with the chit-chat," Heather snapped. "I came here for the money, not for some idle conversations."

"Now, Heather," Chris gave a patronising look to the Queen Bee. "That's no way to behave at a dinner party!" He said with a deceptive smile, before continuing. "You are right, however. I did invite you all here to partake in a game for the chance to win some money."

"Some?" Trent raised a brow. "I'd hardly class one million dollars as 'some'."

"Really?" Chris looked surprised. "I would," he shrugged. "Anyway, the game is as follows: each round, each of you will be asked a 'this or that?' style question, where you have to choose either option A, or option B. It's quite a simple game really; I'm sure some of you will have played it before. However, in this game, you only have fifteen seconds to make your decision, or you face instant elimination! The last player standing will go home with the million." He smiled. "So, do I have everyone's consent?"

In unison, the eleven teens said "Yes", though some were more enthusiastic than others.

"So you're all participating? Great!" Chris clapped his hands together. "Without further ado, you all remember Chef, right?"

With that, Chef, dressed up in a tuxedo, entered the room, dragging in a large object on wheels, a black cloth traipsed over it. "Well, he's the butler here at McLean Mansion," Chris revealed, before four other burly men in suits entered the room. "And these are his staff."

Warily, the teens eyed up the intimidating-looking men.

"Anyway, it looks like he's brought us one of his toys," Chris beamed. "Would you like to show us?"

Chef nodded, before unveiling the object, which was revealed to be some sort of electrical machine. "Used to use it for interrogatory purposes."

"What...? What is that?!" Courtney gasped, shocked by the appearance of the machine.

"Oh screw this! I'm out!" Noah proclaimed, sliding his chair out and standing up, only to be met with a gun to the side of his face, courtesy of one of the burly men. Naturally, this provoked many gasps and looks of sheer horror from the other teens, as Noah's eyes widened and his heart began racing.

"But Noah, you agreed to participate," Chris took pleasure in telling the know-it-all, who slowly retreated back into his chair. "It's too late to leave now."

"I-I don't like this..." Lindsay trembled. "I want to go home."

"Have I not made it obvious enough that going home is no longer an option?" Chris's devious smile turned into a slight frown.

"This, uh, has to be some sort of joke, right?" Cody chuckled nervously. "Are we getting pranked by the others or something? Did Duncan put you up to this?"

"Nope, in fact, he was a very good player at last year's dinner party!" Chris told the tech-geek. "Now, Chef..." The TV personality gave a signalling look to his now-butler.

Knowing what to do, Chef placed a headband-like object that was wired up to the machine, complete with two metal plates, onto Tyler's head, whilst Chris set the timer. "Tyler! You're up first!"

"What's with this thing?" Tyler furrowed his brow, his eyes looking up.

"So, Tyler," Chris leaned in. "Would you rather electrocute yourself, or," Chris asked, as Chef placed a remote with two buttons on it, in front of the jock. "Would you rather electrocute the person to your right, Heather? Press the red button to electrocute yourself, or the blue to electrocute Heather," He informed him. "Your fifteen seconds begins... Now!"

Tyler nervously looked at Heather, who was ever-so-slightly shaking her head. "I... I can't electrocute someone..."

"Five seconds!" Chris alerted the boy, before proceeding to count down. "Four... three... two..."

ZAP!

Tyler hit the red button, zapping himself for a good five seconds.

"Oh my god! Tyler!" Lindsay screamed, jumping from her seat, only to be shoved back down into her seat, a gun to her face.

"This is insane!" Courtney let out, her brow furrowed. "If you think you're getting away with this without a lawsuit, you've got another thing coming!"

"Is he okay?" Cody asked, eyes wide. "How high was the vol-"

"He'll be fine," said Chris rather nonchalantly, as Chef removed the headband from Tyler and carried it over to Dawn, placing it over her light blonde hair. "Now, Heather. I assume you know how this works judging by the example Tyler gave?"

Heather nodded. "Yeah."

"Well then, you have fifteen seconds," Chris informed her, as Dawn closed her eyes. "Blue is for you, red for Dawn."

Before even three seconds had passed, Heather mercilessly pressed the red button, electrocuting Dawn.

"Daw-" Noah called out, however, he stopped himself mid-word, reverting back to his position. Lucky for him, nobody paid him any mind as they were all so shocked by Heather's actions.

"You bitch." Trent glared his eyes at the Queen Bee, who shrugged it off.

"I'm approaching this how I approached Total Drama," Heather said with a smirk whilst Chef removed her headband. "After all, only one person can take the million, right?"

"You make me sick." Courtney growled at the girl as she was fitted with the headband Heather had previously worn.

As Dawn recovered, Chris was quick to announce that it was her turn. "Dawn! Would you rather electrocute yourself, or Courtney over here? Hit red for yourself or blue for Courtney. Fifteen seconds."

Dawn eyed up the remote in front of her. "I wouldn't be able to cope with another, but I can't electrocute someone else..." She nervously looked up at Chris.

"Tick, tock."

"Three... Two... One..." Chris counted down. "Zero!" He announced as silence fell. Nothing.

Dawn sat quietly, the remote still in her hand.

"What? No electrocution?" Chris's brow furrowed, annoyed. "Well, Dawn, that's grounds for elimination right there."

"Good," was Dawn's reply. "I'd like to leave."

"As you wish," Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Chef."

Chef, who was standing by the machine, walked over to Dawn and hoisted her out of her seat. The petite blonde didn't utter any objections, though the others watched on in disgust. Promptly, Chef escorted the girl outside of the room, followed by one of the other men.

The dining room grew quiet after Dawn's departure, many feeling uncomfortable.

Noticing that it should be her turn, Courtney spoke up. "Is it my tu-"

BANG.

The horrifying sound of a gunshot could be heard. Soon afterwards, Chef and the other man returned.

"D-did you...?" Bridgette managed, tears forming in her eyes, her hands shaking.

"Dawn has been eliminated from the game," said Chef in a solemn tone.

"You bastards!" Noah exclaimed, furiously jumping to his feet. However, like last time, he was met with another gun to the side of his head. Despite this, Noah remained as adamant to get out of the game as possible. "You know what? Shoot me! See if I care!"

"Noah, I'd highly advise you to sit down," Chris glared at the egghead. "I thought you were supposed to be smart?"

The bookworm turned to face the raven-headed dinner party host with narrowed eyes as Chef approached him, a gun in his hand, ready to fire. Noah eyed up Chef's gun, then the other, before slowly sitting back down.

Chris nodded his head. "Smart choice," he said, as Chef placed the red headband around Noah's head. "Now, Courtney," his tone abruptly changed as he turned to face said CIT. "Would you rather electrocute yourself or Noah here?" He asked. "Blue for you; red for Noah. Your time begins... Now."

Courtney sighed, before looking to Noah. "I'm sorry," she uttered, before pressing down on the red button, flinching as Noah was electrocuted.

"Oh my god..." Katie whimpered, shaking. Chef removed the headband from Courtney and placed it onto Katie as Noah recovered from the shock.

"I wish I could say 'I'm sorry', but I'm not," Chris couldn't help but let out a laugh at the bookworm's expense. "Now, yourself or Katie? Red or blue?"

"Can you g-give me a second?" Noah managed to utter, still recovering.

Chris nodded. "Sure. In fact, I'll give you fifteen of them," he told him, starting the timer.

"Dick," was all that Noah could say. His finger shook a little as he pressed down on the blue button, electrocuting Katie.

As the electrical current surged through Katie's body, many of the others looked away, including Lindsay and Bridgette. The latter had her trembling hand across her mouth.

As the zapping came to an end, Katie's limp head hung back, prompting Chef to have to shake her to consciousness.

"Katie! We thought we'd lost you there," Chris told the girl. "Glad you've stayed on. Now, would you rather zap yourself, again, or Cody? Hit blue for yourself or red for Cody."

Katie looked down at the remote and then up at Cody with a look as if to say 'I'm sorry,' before pressing down on the red button.

"AGH!" Was all Cody could let out, his body tensing up.

Chris winced. "Yeesh. That's gotta hurt." He stifled a laugh, receiving dirty looks from the teens.

"Anyway, it looks like Cody has to choose between zapping himself for a second time, or zapping Bridgette. Red is for yourself, Cody, blue for Bridgette."

"Just... Just press the blue," Bridgette told the tech-geek. "I won't hold it against you."

"N-no, I won't," Cody managed, still flinching. "I can take this."

"Cody, just listen to me," Bridgette grabbed a hold of Cody's arm and looked him in the eyes. "You might've been able to handle it once, but two times..."

Cody took a deep breath in. "I can do this," he told the blonde, shoving her hand from his arm and pressing the red button, electrocuting himself for a second time.

As Cody's body was zapped, Bridgette screamed, quickly turning away and covering her eyes, crying. Before the shocking had concluded, Cody fell out of his chair and onto the floor, his body twitching.

"Oh my god, Cody!" Trent tried to get over to Cody to help him, but he was promptly ushered back into his seat at gunpoint.

"I-Is he okay?" Katie trembled from across the table, unable to see Cody's twitching form.

Kneeling down beside Cody, Chef examined said tech-geek, before getting up and whispering something into Chris's ear.

"I see," said Chris, glancing down at Cody. "Well, it appears that the two electric shocks in quick succession have rendered Cody unable to play."

"No!" Bridgette screamed, knowing what this would mean. "Just give him another minute or two!"

"Chef, please remove Cody from the dining hall," Chris gestured to Chef.

As Chef, with the help of one of the henchmen, lifted Cody up from the ground, Katie and Courtney looked away, unwilling to watch.

Moments later, another gunshot was heard.

BANG.

Courtney, Tyler, Lindsay and Katie all jumped or shuddered, but Noah, Heather, Trent, Scar and Bridgette did not, the latter being too preoccupied in her teary-eyed state.

"Now, Bridgette, I believe it's your turn," Chris spoke up as Trent was fitted with the red headband. "Red is for Trent. You have fifteen seconds."

Bridgette quickly wiped her tears away, though she was still visibly shaken.

"Hit red," Trent told the girl. "Just do it."

Bridgette then looked to Trent, and Lindsay, who was next in line and currently looking very worried. "I can't," she said. "There's no way you'd choose to electrocute Lindsay and I can't put you through two of those after seeing what happened to Cody..."

Trent paused for a moment, and in that moment, Bridgette quickly pressed blue so that Trent would not try and change her mind. In doing so, she had opted to electrocute herself.

"Bridgette!" Trent couldn't help but lift his hand from the surfer girl's arm as she shook violently. Though it was over within seconds, Bridgette needed a minute or so to recover.

Meanwhile, Lindsay had been fitted with the blue headband, and unsurprisingly, Trent had opted to zap himself as Lindsay watched on in, er, shock.

After Trent had been zapped, Chef removed his headband and fitted it onto Scar, who mumbled curses underneath his breath.

"Lindsay!" Chris said in a chirpy voice, looking at the blonde airhead. "Would you rather electrocute yourself or Mike?"

Upon hearing this, Scar smiled slightly. The others didn't know that he wasn't Mike. He could use this to his advantage.

"Hit the red button to zap Mike, or the blue to zap yourself," Chris informed Lindsay. "You have fifteen seconds."

Noticing Lindsay's shaking form, Scar spoke to the girl. "Lindsay, just do what you have to do."

Lindsay looked to Scar, and then to Tyler, whose worried face wasn't reassuring her in the slightest. She then looked down at the remote and hit the red button, before covering her eyes with her hands and continuing to cry.

"So, I'm sure you're all glad to know that we're almost finished with round one! Just Mike's turn to go," Chris announced, looking at Scar. "Mike?" He said, as Chef shook him to life. "Ah, Mike, I'm sure you're probably glad to know the round's almost over. However, it is your turn."

"Great..." Scar managed to get out.

"So, would you rather electrocute yourself, again, or Tyler... again? Red or blue?" Chris posed Scar the final question of the round. "Your fifteen seconds begins now."

Though the decision was an easy one to make, Scar had to at least try to make it look as though he was genuinely contemplating zapping himself. "I don't think I could handle another," He said to Tyler, who sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Just do it, dude," Tyler shook his head, bracing himself for the shock.

With that, Scar pressed down on the blue button, zapping Tyler, who roared out in pain.

As soon as Tyler had stopped being electrocuted, Chris announced the conclusion of the round. "Well, everyone, that's it for round one!"

"Finally," Courtney muttered, receiving a dirty look from Noah.

"You didn't even get zapped?!" Noah's brow furrowed. "Count yourself lucky for that much."

Shocked by Noah's snappy response, Courtney closed her mouth. Normally, she'd have fired back with a response in an equally vicious tone, but given the circumstances, she chose not to.

"Well, if you two are quite finished," Chris glared at the pair. "I'd like to introduce round two," he said, as Chef paced around the room. "Now, this round, you will all get thirty seconds in which to make your decision," he then looked around the room at the teenagers. "So, let's begin with... Bridgette!"

As Chris said her name, Bridgette's eyes widened, filled with fear, yet she didn't utter a word.

"Bridgette, would you rather..." Chris looked up at Chef, who was now standing behind Bridgette. "Stab Katie in the thigh with an ice pick-"

"What?!" Bridgette's face depicted one of pure disgust.

"Or, electrocute Trent two more times?" He concluded, as Chef placed an ice pick, and the remote with the blue and red buttons, in front of the blonde, shortly before fitting Trent with the headband. "You have thirty seconds to make your decision."

"Oh, God..." Katie couldn't help but cry. "Why are you doing this to us?!"

Chris simply ignored the emotional girl, as Bridgette continued to use up her time.

"I-I couldn't do that to Trent," Bridgette uttered, as Katie shook her head, mascara running down her cheeks. "I couldn't..."

"Please, please no..." Katie managed, as Noah held his head in his hands.

"Ten seconds!"

Her hand shaking, she picked up the ice pick, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry' to Katie, sitting diagonally across from her.

"Please..."

"It appears Bridgette has made her decision," said Chris. "If you will..." He created a pathway with his eyes, looking at Bridgette and then to Katie.

Regretfully, Bridgette climbed to her feet with the ice pick in hand, with one of the henchmen readying his gun in case Bridgette did anything drastic.

"I... I have a basic knowledge of the body's c-circulatory system," she said as she walked over to a crying Katie. "I know there's a major artery in the thigh, so I-I need to avoid it..."

The surfer girl knelt down beside Katie, who continued to sob. "Please don't... Please..." She muttered over and over.

"Noah, grab some of the napkins," Bridgette instructed the bookworm, wiping her cheek with her arm and making sure she had a tight enough grip on the ice pick. Noticing that Noah was now holding two or three napkins, Bridgette looked up to Katie. "Don't watch this," she said to the pink-clad girl, who shut her eyes tight. Taking a deep breath, Bridgette quickly stabbed the ice pick into Katie's thigh and pulled it back out, as Katie screamed out in pain.

Katie couldn't help but open her eyes as she felt a striking pain in her leg. She looked down to see blood seeping out of the wound, which only served to traumatise her even more.

Noah quickly passed the napkins to Bridgette, who then proceeded to dab them on Katie's leg as she winced in pain.

"Bridgette, please return to your seat," said Chris, with a disapproving look.

Bridgette turned around. "But she needs-"

The surfer girl was met with a disturbing glare, prompting her to put the napkins down. She then turned to Noah. "Make sure she keeps pressure on her leg..." She then walked back to her seat and sat back down, receiving a sympathetic look from Trent.

"Katie, it's your turn!" Chris announced. "Would you rather stab Noah, the person currently assisting you with your injury, or electrocute Bridgette, the girl that just inflicted said injury, once more?"

"O-once?" Katie asked, as Chef placed the remote and the ice pick in front of her, whilst one of the other men removed the headband from Trent and fitted it onto Bridgette.

"Yes, once, for five seconds. Hit the red button to do so" Chris nodded. "You have thirty seconds."

Hesitantly, Katie reached her hand out to the two items. Within ten seconds, she had hit the red button, having opted to electrocute Bridgette. Consequently, said surfer girl's body spasmed violently.

"Niiiice!" Chris clapped his hands, nodding his head as Bridgette's electrocution came to an end. Within a few seconds of Chef shaking her head, she had returned to consciousness, much to the relief of the others. "Revenge at it's finest!"

"It wasn't like-" Katie doubled over in pain. "It wasn't like that," she said again, sitting back up with a grimace.

"Mhm, sure," Chris rolled his eyes. "Anyhow, it's ol' buddy Noah's turn!" He revealed. "Noah! Would you rather electrocute Katie here for five seconds," he looked down to Katie, who was currently holding a bloody napkin to her thigh. "Or Courtney for eight?"

Chef and one of Chris's henchmen then proceeded to fit the headbands onto Courtney and Katie.

"Blue for Courtney, red for Katie," Chris informed him. "You have thirty seconds."

Courtney closed her eyes. "Just get it over with already."

Noah looked to Courtney. "It's the only-"

"Just-" Courtney snapped. "Just... do it," she then said in a much calmer tone.

With some hesitance, Noah reached out for the remote and proceeded to press down on the blue button, causing Courtney's body to convulse, so much so that she managed to collapse onto the floor.

"Oh my god, Courtney!" Bridgette quickly jumped up from her chair, though she was promptly pushed back down. "Help her!"

In response to this, Chef hoisted Courtney back up and onto her chair.

"O-Ow-" Courtney groaned, showing that she was still conscious. "That... hurt."

"Yes, it probably did," Chris acknowledged. "However, it is now your turn."

"Lucky me..."

"Would you rather: stab Noah, the one who just electrocuted you, in the thigh, or, electrocute Heather, for eight seconds?"

Chef removed the red headband from Noah's head and placed it onto Heather. The blue headband was also removed from Courtney's head.

"You have thirty seconds, starting now."

Within the first three seconds, Courtney had slammed her finger down on the red button, electrocuting Heather. However, Heather had managed to shove Dawn's empty seat into the CIT's arm, causing her to wince.

"You... Bitch..." Heather's eyes narrowed as she glared at Courtney following her electrocution.

"Speaking of bitches, Heather, it's your turn!" Chris took pleasure in informing the Queen Bee. "Would you rather stab Courtney in the thigh, or Tyler in the side?"

Heather took a moment to take in the question.

"You have thirty seconds."

The Queen Bee promptly took the ice pick in her hand and stood up out of her seat. "This game is all about eliminating the ones you're up against," she said, to the horror of the other teenagers. "And judging by that pathetic reaction to the electrocution, she's gonna drop soon anyway," she added with a sidewards glance to Courtney. "So..." she uttered, standing behind Tyler. Moments later, she plunged the knife into Tyler's side. "I'd better pick off the rest."

"UGH!" Tyler yelled out in pain, grabbing his side and then lifting his hand up to find blood. "You're... You're heartless..."

"Tyler!" Lindsay screamed, reaching her hand over to Tyler, knowing she couldn't stand up. "No!"

"Keep applying pressure to it, man," Trent told the jock, who had his hand pressed down on the wound. "You'll be okay."

"Now, Tyler, if you're able to, would you rather stab Heather in the thigh or electrocute Mike for eight seconds?" Chris asked the boy. "You have thirty-"

Before Chris could even begin the timer, Tyler grabbed the ice pick and plunged it into Heather's leg... Only for Heather to punch him in the face and then pull the knife out.

"Heather!" Bridgette snapped, a disgusted look on her face.

"Nice..." Chris couldn't help but snicker. "I guess that introduces the next turn: Mike, you're up," he said, facing Scar. "Would you rather stab poor ol' Tyler over here in the thigh, or Lindsay?" He asked, as Chef handed the boy another ice pick. "You have thirty seconds to decide."

Lindsay sat still for a few moments, her eyes staring into Tyler's as he wriggled in pain. As Scar fiddled with the ice pick, he felt Lindsay's hand touch his.

"Pick me," she said, her eyes not leaving Tyler.

"What?" Scar raised a brow. "You want me to?"

"Ugh!" Tyler doubled over in pain, his head resting on the table.

"Do it! Quick!" Lindsay instructed the boy, lifting his hand and placing it above her thigh.

"Tick tock!" said Chris, only making the situation worse.

This is great. Scar tried his best to hide his smile. I get a free pass. He smirked slightly, though it appeared to go unnoticed. With that, he plunged the knife into Lindsay's leg, and then removed it whilst she screamed out in pain.

"Oh crap..." Scar's eyes widened. "I think I might've hit that artery you were talking about..." He looked to Bridgette, genuinely worried, as blood gushed out from the wound in Lindsay's leg.

"You didn't..." Bridgette's jaw dropped. "Um... use your tie to decrease the blood flow to the leg and reduce the blood loss!"

Scar quickly whipped off his tie and did as the surfer girl instructed as Lindsay cried out in pain.

"Lindsay?!" Tyler managed, seeing his girl in pain. "Lindsay!" He tried to get up, but like the others, he was shoved back into his seat.

"Lindsay, I'll make this an easy one," said Chris, sounding slightly sympathetic. "Would you rather electrocute Mike for five seconds, or Trent?" He asked, as said boys were fitted with the headbands. "You have thirty seconds."

Without even checking what she was pressing, Lindsay hit down on the remote, electrocuting Scar.

"Well that was rather anticlimactic..." Chris rolled his eyes. "Trent! Would you rather electrocute Lindsay for five seconds, or stab Bridgette in the thigh with an ice pick? You have thirty seconds to decide."

With that, Chef removed the headbands from Trent and Scar and fitted the red one onto Lindsay.

"You can't electrocute her," Bridgette told the musician. "She won't make it..."

"But I can't stab you either! What if I hit that artery?!"

"I'll... I'll guide you through it," she said, picking up the ice pick and handing it to Trent. "It'll be okay."

Trent shook his head slightly, however, he muttered "Okay," at the same time, taking the ice pick from Bridgette.

Bridgette guided the ice pick over the position on her leg where she had previously stabbed Katie. "Th-this should be fine..."

"Are you sure...?" Trent asked, his reluctance obvious.

"Yes," Bridgette nodded, trying her best not to cry.

Trent closed his eyes, before stabbing the knife into Bridgette's leg and lifting it out again.

Trying her best not to scream in pain, Bridgette quickly grabbed some of the napkins from the table and pressed them down on her leg.

"Well, it appears that you all made it through round two!" Chris announced. "Congratulations!"

"Um... guys..." Scar's tone sounded worried. "She's... She's not moving..."

Promptly, Chef walked over to Lindsay and checked for a pulse, as Tyler watched on in horror. After checking the blonde's neck, Chef looked up to Chris. "She's dead."

"NO!" Tyler exclaimed, jumping up out of his seat and rushing over to the blonde, shoving off two of the henchmen. "LINDSAY!"

"Tyler, get back in your seat. Now." Chris ordered the jock, his tone deadly serious.

"NO!" Tyler continued to fight his way to Lindsay. "I need to-"

BANG.

Tyler's body fell to the floor, as many of the remaining teenagers screamed and covered their ears.

"Chef, please remove Tyler and Lindsay from the dining hall," Chris said in a solemn voice. "They have been eliminated."

As per the instruction, Tyler and Lindsay were removed from the dining hall.

"Did you have to do that?!" Courtney yelled at the dinner party host from hell. "He was just trying to see his girlfriend!"

Chris ignored the wound up A-type. "It seems I was rather premature when I congratulated you all for making it to round three."

"You don't say," Heather commented from the far end of the dinner table.

"Anyway, the mechanisms of round three will be different to those of the first two rounds," revealed Chris. "In this round, you will be forced to make a decision between the known and the unknown," he announced, as Chef returned with a large barrel, and one of the henchmen placed an envelope in front of each of the teenagers. "You are each been given the choice between the unknown, whatever punishment lies inside these envelopes, and the known - the barrel."

"What's with the barrel?" Scar inquired, glancing at the object.

"The barrel is full of water," Chris informed the boy and, at the same time, the others. "The known is spending two minutes under water."

"I-I don't think I can hold my breath for that long, though..." Katie's face looked paler than usual.

Chris chuckled. "Well there's always whatever's in the envelopes."

"How bad are they?" Trent asked the host. "The things inside these envelopes?"

"Eh..." Chris shrugged. "Some of them are pretty brutal, but others, almost harmless in comparison."

"That's reassuring..." Muttered Noah.

"Well then," Chris clapped his hands together. "Let's begin! Mike, why don't you start us off?" He looked across at the boy at the end of the table. "What'll it be? Two minutes under water, or whatever is in that envelope?"

Scar looked across at the barrel, then down at the envelope. Without saying anything, he then proceeded to open the envelope. Inside the envelope was a small blue card. On the card was a picture of what looked to be a firecracker. He held the card up to Chris. "What does this mean?"

"Oh... Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, Mike, all you have to do is light a firecracker whilst holding it in your hand," Chris informed the boy. "Well, kinda."

"Kinda?" Scar raised a brow, his eyes narrowing. He soon realised what was up when Chef placed the objects down on the table in front of him. "Wait... that's a quarter stick!?"

"Yes, Mike," Chris nodded. "Yes it is."

"There's no way I'm lighting that thing!" Scar pushed his seat out from the table. "Especially not in my hand!"

"Oh but, Mike," Chris gave him a patronising look. "You've already made your decision..." With that, one of the henchmen lifted Scar out of his chair, a gun to his chest, and forced the lighter and the quarter stick into his hand. "And if you could step a little bit further away from the table, it'd be appreciated."

"You can't expect me to seriously do this, right?!"

Chris furrowed his brow. "But that's what the card says..." He shook his head. "Chef, tape up his hand so he doesn't pull any moves."

As instructed, Chef taped the stick to Scar's hand, with said unfortunate not putting up too much of a fight due to the gun hat was being pointed at him.

"Now, Mike," Chris glared at the boy. "Light the fuse."

Scar held his free hand, which was holding the lighter, beside the explosive, though he didn't switch the lighter on.

"Light the fuse," Chris urged the teen, who hesitantly complied. "Excellent."

As the fuse proceeded to shrink in size, Scar's heart was racing. "H-how long do I have to wait...?" He asked, his eyes barely daring to leave the explosive.

"Just be patient."

Within a few moments, the fuse had run out, yet the room was silent.

Scar was confused. "Wha-"

BANG.

The explosive in his hand blew up, as Scar collapsed to the floor and the others shuddered in fear, desperately making sure they weren't covered in blood.

"Dang," Chris couldn't help but chuckle. "That was loud!"

Meanwhile, Chef was examining Scar, who was currently shaking as he lay on the ground. "Looks like he's having a heart attack."

A few seconds later, Scar stopped moving.

"Mike?" Chris furrowed his brow, walking over to the other side of the table, where Scar's body was lying. "Miiiike?"

"Now he's dead," Chef informed the raven-headed party host. "Should I remove him?"

Chris nodded, as Chef proceeded to drag Scar's lifeless body from the room and the teenagers continued reeling.

"Well," Chris turned to the group. "Let's see, who shall we have next...?" His eyes travelled through the teenagers until they came to settle on one in particular. "Courtney!"

The CIT felt a shiver run down her spine as she sat up. "Yes?"

"Would you rather spend two minutes under water, or," Chris sat back down in his seat. "Face whatever punishment lies inside that envelope?"

Courtney looked across at Chris, gulping. "I... I choose the envelope," she hesitantly told him, before proceeding to open said envelope, her hands shaking as she did so. Opening it up, Courtney found another blue card, much like Scar's. However, instead of a firecracker, this one displayed the image of a large butcher's knife. Courtney covered her eyes, holding up the card to Chris. "What do I have to do with the knife?" She asked him. "I mean, I'm sure it wouldn't be something so simple as to wash the dishes."

"Oh no, nothing like that," Chris shook his head, laughing. "That card means that you have to simply stab this knife," he said, just as Chef placed a large knife down on the table in front of Courtney. "through your hand."

Courtney took a deep breath in upon hearing this, trying not to gag at the thought.

"Oh my god!" Katie's muffled words could be heard, her hands covering her mouth.

"A-any particular hand? side?" Courtney asked, barely looking at the knife.

Chris shrugged. "It doesn't matter. You decide."

Courtney forced a smile. "How nice of you..." she uttered, taking the knife in her right hand. She began to graze it against her left hand, tears forming in her eyes. She took a moment to wipe the tears away with the back of her left hand, before taking another deep breath. Without warning the others, she quickly forced the knife through her hand, letting out an ear-piercing scream, crying out curses.

"All the way through," Chris reminded the CIT, only serving to fuel her tears. Nevertheless, she applied a little more force, causing the knife to tear through the other side of her hand, before quickly removing it, which caused even more pain than she originally had.

"Somebody-s-s-somebody pass me a-a cloth!" She screamed, her hands shaking uncontrollably. "For god's sake, someone pass me a freaking cloth!"

Surprisingly, Chef was the one to hand her something: a small towel.

Quickly swiping it from his hand, Courtney wrapped the towel around her hand, still muttering a variety of swears.

"I'm impressed, Courtney," Chris nodded his head, clapping slowly. "I truly am."

"Oh, shut up, you sick freak!" Courtney barked back, tending to her wound and wiping away her tears at the same time.

"Wow, touchy..." Chris flared his eyes. "I guess we'll have Katie up next then," he announced, as said girl's eyes widened, looking like a rabbit that had been caught in the headlights of a large truck. "Katie, would you rather spend two minutes with your head under water, or carry out whatever is inside your envelope?"

Her legs shaking violently, Katie was quick to shove the envelope away. "N-no way am I doing that..." She said adamantly, standing up. "I-I choose the barrel."

Mentally preparing herself, Katie limped over to the barrel, by which Chef was standing. Meanwhile, Chris set the timer.

Standing over the barrel, Katie breathed in and out repeatedly, taking in as much Oxygen as she could. "So, two minutes..." Chris muttered to himself, before hitting the start button on the timer, prompting Chef to dunk the girl's head into the barrel of water.

Her head submerged in the water, Katie remained still for the first twenty-or-so seconds. However, after that point, her arms began to flail around, as she became more and more desperate to be let out to breathe. Sadly, though, Chef's strength was enough to keep her under water. Her legs began to slip on the laminate flooring, her hands banging against the side of the barrel, and then... nothing.

At the eighty-second mark, Katie's body fell still.

After a few seconds had passed without Katie moving, Chef shook her head. Still nothing. Due to this, Chef removed Katie from the water and lay her lifeless body down on the floor.

"Another down..." Chris sighed. "It really is starting to get quiet in here," he shook his head as one of the men dragged Katie out of the room. "Let's see, who shall we have next...?" His eyes looked to the four remaining teenagers that had yet to play. "Eenie, meanie, miney... Noah."

Noah did not react.

"Noah," Chris looked at said bookworm. "Would you rather spend two minutes under water, or face whatever is inside of your envelope?" He asked him. "You have thirty seconds to decide."

Noah looked across at the barrel, then down at the water that had splashed onto the floor during Katie's turn. "I'll take my chances with the card," Noah revealed, tearing open the envelope to find his card. He stared at it, then shook his head. "This better not mean what I think it means!" He showed it to Chris, frowning.

Squinting at the card, Chris couldn't help but laugh at the egghead's misfortune. "Oh, Noah, how unlucky..." He smirked. "Four minutes in the barrel..."

"You can't be serious?!" Noah snapped. "That's impossible! Katie couldn't even last two!"

"Maybe you will? You never know."

"No," Noah threw the card onto the table. "I'm not doing this."

"Oh, I think you are," said Chris as one of his henchmen-like staff readied his gun. "You've already made your decision."

"You know what? Shoot me!" Noah sat back in his chair, his furrowed brow not easing up. "I'm dead either way-"

BANG.

Noah's body fell to the ground, as Chris, shocked, turned to Chef, who was holding his gun and pointing it at where Noah was sitting. "Chef!" He glared at the man. "Nice. He was getting annoying."

At this, Bridgette and Trent shook their heads, with Courtney being too distracted by the fact Noah's body was lying right beside her, and Heather being... oddly quiet.

Chris looked down the table at the teens, before noticing something. "Heather?" He looked down to see Heather sitting still. "Chef, go check her pulse."

As per the instruction, Chef checked Heather for a pulse. "She's got a pulse but it's weak. Very weak."

"Can she play?"

Chef shook his head. "Don't think so. She's lost a lot of blood."

Chris nodded in acknowledgement. "I see," he uttered. "Remove her then."

Bridgette, Trent and Courtney watched on in horror as Heather and Noah were carried out of the room. This was shortly followed by another gunshot, which the three took to be Chef putting Heather out of her suffering.

"Let's have Bridgette next," Chris broke the silence that had consumed the room. "Would you rather spend two minutes under water or carry out whatever punishment is depicted inside of your envelope?"

Without thinking for so much as two seconds, Bridgette shoved the envelope away and stood up from her seat at the table.

"Ah yes," Chris nodded. "What was I thinking? You're a surfer! This should be easy for you!"

Bridgette didn't react to Chris's words, choosing not to give him the satisfaction. However, she felt Trent's hand on her arm, which caused her to stop walking. "Are you sure about this?" He asked her. She could see the worry in his eyes.

"Yes," she said rather simply, before continuing walking over to the barrel.

Taking her place behind the barrel as Chris set the timer, Bridgette readied herself. "You can do this, Bridgette," she muttered to herself. "Just think about how long you've gone under water in the past..."

"Begin," said Chris, prompting Chef to dunk the surfer girl.

Bridgette behaved similarly to Katie, though she managed to go around forty-five seconds without moving. Well, she did tap her fingers against the side of the barrel, but nothing more than that. After the forty-five-second mark, she began to move around more violently, worrying Courtney and Trent.

For the time Bridgette was being held under water, Courtney found herself not thinking about her hand, but instead, worrying for Bridgette, hoping that she'd make it through the two minutes. Despite this, she refused to watch - her eyes fixated on the table in front of her.

Trent, meanwhile, felt the need to watch. His legs wouldn't stay still and he was sitting on the edge of his seat, tapping on the table with his left hand. "Come on... Come on..."

The longer it went on, the more Bridgette's body squirmed, until...

"Time's up!" Chris announced the conclusion of Bridgette's challenge as Chef released his grip on the girl, allowing her to quickly lift her head from the water, taking in a deep breath as she did so, coughing shortly after. "I'm impressed, Bridgette!" He told the girl with a smile and a clap. "Well done!"

Bridgette didn't say anything, too busy coughing and gasping for air as she returned to her seat, receiving a relieved smile from Trent.

"Now, onto the final question of the round," Chris then turned to Trent. "Trent! Would you rather spend two minutes under water, like Bridgette, or would you rather risk it and complete whatever punishment you find inside your envelope?"

Trent looked to Bridgette. "How... How bad was it?"

Bridgette didn't say anything. Instead, she just looked at the green-eyed boy with a drained face, which was enough to convey her answer.

The musician then looked across the table at Courtney, who was tending to her hand.

His decision had been made.

He looked up to Chris, shoving the envelope away. "I'll take the barrel..."

"If that's your decision, then go right ahead," replied Chris, outstretching his hand in the direction of the barrel of water, before proceeding to set the timer. "Seems like quite the popular choice."

Trent narrowed his eyes at the man, before taking his place behind the barrel. He looked across at Bridgette and Courtney moments before being dunked into the water by Chef.

Trent managed the first thirty seconds okay. However, from thereon out, he struggled. His body began wriggling, trying to break free of Chef's clutches, but it was no use. Chef wasn't going to be overpowered any time soon, meaning that the only thing he could do was sit it out. That didn't stop him, though. He continued to flail around for the remainder of the time... Until he stopped moving altogether.

With just ten seconds to go, Trent stopped moving. Chef tried getting a response by shaking his head, but nothing happened. This prompted Chef to remove the boy from the water so he could check for a pulse.

"He's dead, Chris," Chef told the party host, to the horror of the two girls.

"No!" Bridgette jumped up from her seat, tears forming in her eyes, though it wasn't all too noticeable due to the fact she had just been held under water, and so naturally her eyes were already slightly bloodshot. "He can't be!"

"Bridgette, sit down," Chris ordered the girl, as Trent was carried out of the room.

Courtney sighed as Bridgette remained standing up. "Just... do what he says..." She managed, sounding like she was now lacking any energy or motivation.

Bridgette looked down at the CIT, who looked physically and mentally drained. Without uttering another word, she sat down.

"Thank you," Chris flashed a polite smile to the surfer girl. "Now, on with Round Four!" He announced with a grin. "I'm sure you'll both be glad to know that this is the final round... However, due to the fact that the person that goes first has a big... big advantage, we will be deciding the order by the flip of a coin," Chris informed the girls, as Chef showed them a coin. "Heads, Bridgette goes first, tails, Courtney, okay?"

Both Bridgette and Courtney nodded.

"Okay, Chef, if you will," Chris nodded to Chef, who proceeded to flip the coin. It landed on... tails. "Ah, Courtney! Now, Courtney, would you mind sliding one seat down, putting yourself opposite Bridgette?" He asked the CIT, who reluctantly did so. "Thanks. Now, Courtney," He smirked slightly. "Would you rather... end the game, right now, alive, but empty-handed? You and Bridgette free to go?" He asked, as Chef placed a gun in her hand. "Or, would you rather eliminate Bridgette with this duelling pistol, loaded with a single bullet, and take the money?" He finished, before starting the timer. "You have thirty seconds in which to make your decision."

"I-It's over?" Bridgette's face formed an oh-so-slight smile. "Courtney, it's over. We can leave!"

Courtney didn't say anything, instead, she sat looking at the gun in her hand.

"Courtney?"

BANG.

Without any hesitance, Courtney fired the gun.

"What the hell, man?!" Chris groaned, kicking the VR machine, glaring at Courtney.

Courtney took a moment to readjust to her surroundings. From her seat, she saw Tyler hugging Lindsay, Noah hugging Dawn, Heather screaming at Chef, Katie crying as Trent consoled her, and Cody and Scar chatting. She then saw Bridgette approached her... smiling.

"Thanks," said Bridgette as she removed the VR gear from Courtney. "For not shooting me."

Courtney smiled back. "Sure I might've gotten my lawyers involved in the past, but I'm not so desperate for the mil that I'd kill for it," she told the girl. "Especially not my best friend of all people."

Without saying anything, Bridgette hugged Courtney, who returned said hug, before cutting it short. "I just hope the others don't think I've lost my competitive edge," she smirked, making Bridgette chuckle.

"Everyone get out of here!" Chris ordered the teenagers, looking stressed. "Thanks to Courtney, this thing's fried! No elimination tonight while we get this sorted out! Bridgette, Courtney, you guys get the winners' accommodation. Split the cabins up between the boys and the girls." He announced, as everyone, well mostly everyone, began to cheer and head back to camp.

As Courtney and Bridgette left, the last two to do so, they heard Chris grumble in annoyance: "I can't believe that bitch would shoot me!"

The pair laughed with each other as they headed back to camp. "What a way to bring in the merge."

Later that night, the final eleven, sans Courtney and Bridgette, had all moved their things into the appropriate cabins. Trent, Scar, Noah, Cody and Tyler occupied the west cabin, whilst Heather, Dawn, Lindsay and Katie occupied the eastern one.

"You're not still crying because of that challenge, are you?" Heather glared at Katie from across the cabin, an eyebrow raised. "It wasn't real!"

"It felt real!" Katie sobbed. "It felt like I was actually there! It was horrible!"

"Well it wasn't, okay?" Heather snapped. "So give it a rest."

Dawn shook her head at the Queen Bee, as Katie ran out the door, crying. "Leave her alone," she scowled slightly. "She'll calm down in her own time."

"Well can you tell her to hurry it up a little?" Heather furrowed her brow. "Because I think my ears are beginning to bleed."

Lindsay gasped. "You know, my sister has that a lot!" She told Heather, her mouth agape. "Except, she usually gets it when I'm singing..." the blonde stopped talking for a moment, until something clicked. Her eyebrows began to furrow. "Wait a second! That bit-"

"Mhm, that's a nice story, Lindsay," Heather brushed the blonde off as she rolled over in her bed. "I think you should save it for later."

Lindsay frowned at Heather's back, before climbing into her own bed.

As Lindsay and Heather tried to get to sleep, Dawn sat beside Katie on the steps outside, trying to calm her down.

"Though I don't agree with how she said it, Heather does have a point," said Dawn, as Katie began to calm down. "The experience wasn't real."

"I... I know," Katie told the moonchild. "I just... realised how lonely I felt..." She revealed, wiping away some of her tears.

"How so?" Dawn inquired. Though she already knew, she felt it would be best for Katie to get it off of her chest.

"Well, Lindsay and Tyler have each other, and Bridgette and Trent are close," Katie began, before looking to the moonchild. "And you're with Noah, right?"

Dawn blushed slightly. "I didn't think anyone would notice our hug, but yes," she nodded. "We are."

"You're lucky," Katie sighed. "It looked like he really cared for you in that challenge, and he helped me with my leg... He's a nice guy."

Dawn smiled slightly. "I guess I am lucky," she said rather quietly. "Anyway, let's get inside."

Meanwhile, Courtney and Bridgette were chatting to each other. Both sitting on the end of their respective beds, across from each other.

"I didn't realise you and Trent were so close!" Courtney feigned a gasp. "If you weren't with Geoff, I'd think something was going on between you two..."

Bridgette smiled, chuckling slightly. "Yeah, he, Gwen and I got a lot closer to each other during the time we were all on the Kaleidoscopes," she told the CIT. "It's a shame you didn't join us from time to time."

Courtney sighed, shrugging. "I know, but you can't change the past, I guess."

"You can say that again..." said Bridgette, shuddering at the thought of her time on World Tour.

"Besides, my biggest regret of this season was voting off Gwen," Courtney revealed. "I shouldn't have let..." She trailed off, realising that she didn't particularly want to delve into the whole Scar story this late at night. "I shouldn't have let Heather escape elimination, and voted off my friend..."

Bridgette couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with this current topic of conversation, due to the fact that she knew she wasn't happy with Courtney's decision to vote off Gwen, either. However, she soon remembered something.

"I need to go and speak to Chris about something," she told Courtney, stepping off of her bed and grabbing her hoodie, which seemed to be carrying something. "I'll be back in ten or something like that!" She said, before exiting rather abruptly, leaving Courtney confused.

It's 10 at night and she's away to see Chris? Courtney raised a brow. Uh...

As soon as Bridgette had left the room, she slid on her hoodie, and shoved her hands in her pocket. Taking her right hand out, the object in her hoodie pocket was revealed to be the immunity idol she and Lindsay had found a couple of challenges earlier. She smiled as she looked down at it.

"That's all we've got time for today, folks!" Chris announced, standing at the end of the dock. "Tune in next time as I put the final eleven campers through another painful challenge on Total... Drama... Recall!"

-fin-

Elimination Order: Jo (1), Justin, Blaineley, Cameron, DJ, Scott, Harold, LeShawna, Sierra, Staci, Owen, Alejandro, Duncan, Anne Maria, Jo (2), Sadie, Zoey, Lightning, Eva, Gwen, Brick, Izzy, Geoff.

Review Replies!

Knifez: Hopefully Bridgette's a little more interesting this chapter? She was probably the main focus xD. Lolz, I love writing Lindsay:3. You never know who I'll boot first o:! Or if I'll boot them at all o:! Omg I looooove writing Courtney x3! Was she less of a hoe this chapter? Lol yeah, Geoff wasn't doing anything so I decided to just vote him off D:! Besides, it lets Bridgette be developed, and she had more potential in this story from the way things were going:P. Interesting choices of next boot o:!

Guest: Might be Zoey, but judging on this chapter... I wouldn't place any bets. xD

acosta perez jose ramiro: Thank you! :D

The Abysswalker: Hopefully it's pretty evident what Bridgette has planned now:3? Thanks for the review!

OptimusK: Lol yeah, Geoff didn't really do much. Thanks!

TheSuperStar16: Well Nawn practically revealed themselves this chapter, so yay! :D

Applauze: Thank you for the reviews! I loved reading them and seeing your reactions over the story:3! I'm glad you noticed my writing improve over the course of the story too!

Again, sorry for the terrible update time! And I'm sorry nobody was eliminated this chapter, but hopefully the rest of the chapter was enough? I really enjoyed writing this one.

Sorry to anyone that has watched 'Would You Rather'! I used a couple of the deaths (e.g. Scar) that occurred in the movie.

Anyway, thanks for reading! See ya next time! cx