Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone (even those of you not in Canada), what I'm thankful for is my many loyal and supportive readers!
"Previously on Total Drama Stranded," Chris exclaimed, "the final seven had to show off their talents. We got to see some physical performances with Chelsea and Ilona; and then some simpler things from Keith and Pamela. Elijah finished off with a song for his beloved Desdemona. In the end, though, his composition simply couldn't match Keith's wonderful poem all about yours truly. With Keith say, the target bounced around until settling on Desdemona. She wasn't about to let herself off so easily, though, and threw Elijah under the bus. Elijah gained the most votes and had to leave the island. So, it's down to six now. Will Keith manage to keep the target off of himself? Will Desdemona manage to scheme her way to victory? Will Ilona's physical strength help her get ahead, or turn her into a target? Well, we've got another exciting episode, with another exciting elimination, on Total Drama Stranded!"
(Theme Song Plays…)
(Battling Beaches' Camp)
It was another cloudy day on the island. While normally the sun would shining down on the sands, now all that was seen was gloomy clouds.
"Well, so much for summer," Calvin grumbled as he left behind the shelter.
The others soon had spread out over the gray beach. As Desdemona paced around camp, she noticed that she seemed to be getting the cold shoulder from everyone—even more so than usual. She sighed as she returned to her usual alliance meeting spot, though, now she was alone.
Over at another part of the forest, Ilona and Pamela were talking.
"It's a real shame that Elijah left," Ilona remarked. "I don't believe a word Donna said about him being some super mastermind."
"He wasn't great," Pamela grumbled. "But he was okay, and that's higher than most people can hope for. But you're right, Donna just stabbing him in the back like that was very heartless of her. This is exactly what I said would happen, people are willing to betray each other for a stupid prize."
"Good morning, Ilona," Chelsea greeted as she arrived. "Oh…hello, Pamela."
Pamela just rolled her eyes at her.
"Oh, stop it you two," Ilona scoffed. "I think you two would really make good friends if you put aside your silly grudges."
"Don't think so," Pamela snorted.
"Yeah, I can agree with that, she's mean," Chelsea added.
"Look, you two have really spent a lot of time pushing others away," Ilona pointed. "We're in the final six, don't you think you could at least try getting along?"
"I…suppose," Chelsea said. "Just don't do anything evil and we can be friends."
Pamela eyed her in return.
"I guess out of all my options here, you'll do," Pamela said. "But don't pat yourself on the back over that. There's not much competition."
"There doesn't it feel better to be coming together instead of tearing yourselves apart?" Ilona exclaimed.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Pamela scoffed.
"Look, I'm sorry we couldn't get along before, but if you're willing to give me a chance, I will too," Chelsea said.
"I'm not exactly a people person," Pamela remarked. "Like you couldn't guess, though."
"Well, if you ever need help with a makeover or something, I'm your girl," Chelsea said. "I mean, there's not much I could do out on this island…maybe give your hair a little work, which it desperately needs."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Pamela said as she got up. "Just don't get on my nerves and I'll call it even."
"You don't have to leave, Pamela," Ilona said.
"Nah, it's fine if you want to make everyone best friends, but I'd really rather just be alone," Pamela said as she left.
Confessional:
Chelsea-I want to make more friends, it's what I do. But let's look at who's left: Donna is a scheming snake, and Calvin tried to blackmail me. Pamela may be a bit of a jerk, but so far she's given me the least reasons to hate her.
Pamela-Chelsea's trying, I'll give her that, but she won't be losing her haughty attitude anytime soon. Whatever, I've got other people in my sights for now; I just won't worry about her.
Ilona-I think both girls are making progress. It's just a shame that it's taken them nearly two months to get this far.
"So, what we're you two talking about?" Chelsea asked once Pamela had left.
"We we're just saying that Donna went pretty far with betraying her boyfriend like that," Ilona explained.
"So she was lying about that?" Chelsea exclaimed. "I thought she might be, but I didn't want to take the risk."
"It's clear that Donna is the liar here," Ilona remarked. "Elijah had his own issues, but I think all in all he was a decent guy."
"Well, that's a drag then," Chelsea sighed. "But at least we can vote out Donna tonight, then."
"What's that you say?" Keith exclaimed as he hopped down from a tree. "Vote out Donna? Good idea, I like it."
"Ah! Don't jump up at me like that!" Chelsea shouted in shock.
"Oops, sorry," Keith said. "But you girls were right, Donna needs to go. She's trouble and we can't let her take out anyone else."
"I'd say that the three of us are on straight path to the final three," Chelsea exclaimed. "I guess we could bring Pamela along with us too if she behaves."
"I don't know if you should trust Pamela," Keith said. "She's a monster, we've all seen it."
"She is not a monster," Ilona insisted. "She's just been through some tough times."
"She has a crazy vendetta against me," Keith insisted. "She keeps spreading lies about how evil I am. Sorry, but after Donna, she's next on my list."
Confessional:
Ilona-Pamela was pretty mean to Keith, but I think he might be overreacting just a bit. Deep down Pamela isn't so bad and I think she deserves to win as much as any of us.
Keith-Sorry, girls, but taking either of you to the final two with me would be suicide. I've already picked who I'll be bringing with me. Calvin. He may act tough, but I've seen him in the challenges and he's no superstar. On top of that, he could strategize to save his life. He's the perfect opponent to have in the finale.
Chelsea-It's probably just me, but I'm sensing something a little off about Keith. He seems so intent on taking out his personal enemies. Granted, Pamela is pretty bad, but from what Ilona's said, she doesn't deserve to be called a monster. Eh, it's probably nothing, but when it comes time for the final two, I'd definitely rather stick with Ilona.
Desdemona had left the forest and was again walking along the beach. She spotted Calvin sitting on the rocks.
"Well, hello there," she greeted as she sat down next to him.
"Get away from me, freak," Calvin hissed. "Haven't you infected me enough?"
"Okay, that lost its effect about two days after the merge," Desdemona scoffed. "It doesn't sound like anything more than a desperate boy trying to pretend that he's still in power."
"You take that back!" Calvin exclaimed.
"Why?" Desdemona retorted. "You know it's true."
Calvin sighed in defeat.
"Of course, I've got nothing against desperation," Desdemona continued. "I've been playing an uphill game since day one. I thought I had a chance with my alliance, but last night said otherwise. Now, here I am, basically alone."
"Are you getting somewhere with this?" Calvin sulked. "Because I still don't want to spend any time with you."
"What I'm getting at is that, as painful as it may be to admit, we need each other if we're going to survive," Desdemona declared. "Face it, we're probably two of the most hated people on the island and neither of us are athletes."
"Heh, no one's going to be voting me out," Calvin scoffed.
"Oh come on, we both know that you don't believe a word of that," Desdemona laughed dryly. "Now, you know what the only option is. We need to stick together. To the final two."
Desdemona held out her hand to shake. Calvin looked incredibly reluctant, but he still took her hand and shook it.
Confessional:
Desdemona-There's a reason that I've made it this far, despite the odds being against me. It's because I'm a fighter, and I'm not gonna stop fighting this close.
Calvin-This season could not have gone worse. I mean, look at the amount of losers lined up for the finale. I thought Keith could have been cool, but he ruined that we he decided to take on Jojo. And if Chelsea was really the top cheerleader she presents herself, she wouldn't have let Jojo leave like that. No, I am the only one on this island that deserves to win and I intend to do just that.
From the sky came a low rumble.
"Are you kidding me?" Desdemona exclaimed.
It didn't take long for a drop of water to splash onto her nose. Then the downpour began.
"Ack, wet, wet, wet!" she cried as she scurried back to the shelter.
The others had the same idea and soon all six of them were huddled together in shelter. The wood still couldn't keep out all of the water, though, and soon drips began falling down onto them.
"Well, this sucks," Chelsea sighed.
"Do you think Chris will still have a challenge today?" Ilona asked.
"I sure hope not," Desdemona replied. "I'm absolutely drenched and I was only out there for a few seconds."
Another low rumble came from the sky. Then something landed in front of the shelter.
"What is it?" Calvin asked.
The machine flickered to life and showed an image of Chris.
"Not these again," Desdemona groaned. "I thought we were done with them."
The TV continued to flicker with static as if it wasn't working properly.
"Hel…cam…rs…" the TV Chris said between the static. "Ch…nge…go to…north…orest…cabin….areful…munity…estruct."
"Did anyone catch that?" Pamela asked.
Keith answered, "I think the last thing he said was—"
BOOM! The TV exploded.
"That," Keith said as he rubbed the soot off of his face.
"Well, it looks like we've got our challenge after all," Chelsea sighed. "It sounds like we're supposed to find some cabin."
"Are you sure?" Desdemona asked. "I'd hate to go out in this weather just to find that we completely misunderstood the challenge."
"I'm pretty sure I heard north of the forest," Ilona said.
"And knowing Chris he'd probably just eliminated anyone who didn't participate," Calvin added. "Of course, I wouldn't mind being the only one to show up."
"Oh no, I am winning this challenge," Pamela declared.
"We'll all go together," Ilona declared. "I'm sure we'll run into Chris soon enough and he'll explain everything."
So the six campers agreed to leave behind the shelter and journey into the forest. The rain hadn't let up in the slightest, though, so they moved quickly to the shelter of the trees. Although, they offered little shelter from the downpour and soon everyone was soaked all over again.
"This is disgusting," Chelsea sighed as mud splattered against her legs.
"You think you've got it bad," Desdemona scoffed. "You're not the one with this heavy dress weighing you down."
While Ilona remained silent, it was clear that she was in just as much discomfort. She was trembling with chill as water rolled along her skin.
"Ilona, are you okay?" Chelsea asked.
"I'm fine," Ilona insisted. "I've had to endure worse than this."
Keith was currently trying to swing between trees. However, he found that it was much harder now that they were incredibly slippery.
"Whoa!" he cried out as he slipped and fell into a muddy puddle. "Uh, I think I'll walk too."
He brushed himself off and joined up with the group. The six of them continued to trek north through the forest without coming across anything.
"It would be nice to give us some sort of sign or something," Desdemona sighed.
"When have these challenges ever been nice?" Chelsea remarked.
"So, what do you think the challenge is?" Keith asked.
"We don't even know if it is a challenge," Ilona said. "Maybe Chris just wanted to give us a cabin for this storm. I'm sure it wouldn't look very good if his final six all caught hypothermia."
"Well, just finding the cabin is challenge enough," Desdemona groaned. "Maybe he'll just give immunity to whoever arrives first?"
"You think so?" Calvin asked. "Out of my way, me first."
He shoved his way to the front of the group.
"I don't have the energy to care," Ilona sighed. "If that's the challenge, I'll just give it to you."
After much more slow trudging, the campers finally spotted something in the darkness.
"Look, I think something is just ahead," Keith exclaimed.
"Immunity is mine!" Calvin exclaimed as he charged forward.
However, he ended up slipping over a root and landing face first in the muddy ground.
"I'll be taking that immunity," Pamela said as she stepped over him.
The distant building was in fact a cabin. It looked to be well-built, yet completely uninhabited. Pamela grabbed the door and opened it.
"Hello? Chris?" she called.
She stepped into the dark room. Behind her, the others soon arrived. A muddy Calvin brought up the rear.
"Hello?!" Pamela called again. "I'd like my immunity now."
Chelsea managed to find a light switch against the wall and flicked it on. The room illuminated to show an ordinary sitting room. A large couch stood on a rug in the middle of the room. The walls had several nature-life photos on them, and there were a couple of doors leading to the rest of the cabin.
"Well, where's Chris?" Calvin asked.
"Maybe Ilona was right," Chelsea suggested. "Maybe Chris is just giving us something nice for once."
"But still, where is he?" Pamela asked. "You'd think he'd be here to gloat about it."
"Hey, if he's going to hand us a nice cabin to crash in, I'm not complaining," Calvin declared.
"For once," Pamela said under her breath.
"Wait a minute, guys!" Desdemona exclaimed. "I think I know what's going on here."
"And that would be?" Keith asked.
"Don't you see? Rainy weather, Chris is nowhere in sight, and a mysterious warning? This is the obligatory horror challenge," Desdemona declared. "Chris seems to love putting it right near the end. There's going to be some monster or killer somewhere that's going to terrorize whoever is dumb enough to do anything. Well, I'm staying right here."
"Hm, I think you may be onto something," Pamela said. "That does sound like Chris's style, but I don't think doing nothing is the answer."
"Then what is?" Desdemona asked.
"Well, I think we should find whatever's out there and take it down," Pamela declared.
"No," Desdemona exclaimed. "That's just the kind of attitude that'll get you eliminated first."
"Fine, whatever, I'll be the only one to win immunity," Pamela said as she headed for the door.
"Wait, I'll come with you," Ilona said, yet Pamela was already leaving.
"I think I'll follow them too," Keith said. "I work well in the wilderness, even if it is a little wet. I think I'll be able to get the drop on whatever Chris has for us."
"You people are all making huge mistakes," Desdemona insisted. "But whatever. If you want to hand immunity over to the people with any brains, go ahead."
"Well, challenge or not, I'm not going back out there," Chelsea declared. "What I would like to do is see if this room as a working bathroom."
"I'd settle for a warm bed," Calvin added.
Both of them left the main room. Now Desdemona was left alone. She shrugged to herself and sat down on the couch.
Confessional:
Desdemona-Well, looks like I won't have to worry tonight. I gave everyone a clear warning about the challenge, but they're still going to throw it all away.
Chelsea-What's the worst that could happen from checking out a bathroom? I've been stuck out in the wild for too long without a nice shower.
Calvin-If this was a challenge then Chris would have said something. He probably just called it off because of the rain. Well, I'm taking this opportunity to actually get a good sleep.
Pamela-All those horror challenges were so obviously fake last time. If I see someone in a ghost sheet I'm not going to freak out, I'll punch them in the stomach.
Ilona-This is the kind of challenge that would really be easiest if we stuck together. Yet here we are, completely split up.
Keith-I think I've already succeeded in getting the target to Donna, but immunity wouldn't hurt.
(Outside)
The rain had led up slightly, but the weather was still quite unpleasant. The clouds didn't allow any sunlight to creep into the forest, so it might as well have been night. Pamela marched through the darkness with determination.
"Give me what you got, Chris," she challenged. "Your phony challenge isn't going to scare me."
Not too far behind her, Ilona was trying to catch up with her.
"Pamela, Pamela, we need to stick together!" Ilona called.
The girl looked around at her surroundings, but she couldn't make out Pamela anywhere. All she could see were blurry figures of trees through the rain.
"Where did that girl get to?" Ilona muttered to herself.
She kept moving in the direction she was headed, but ended up drifting farther away from Pamela. Soon the two girls were in separate parts of the woods.
Keith, meanwhile, had decided to stay put in a tree near the cabin.
"Whatever Chris has planned, I'll be ready," Keith declared to himself.
An eerie wind stirred throughout the forest. It emitted a sort of low moaning sound. Pamela was unfazed by the sound, but she paused when she thought she heard footsteps. She stood still and listened. The sound seemed to stop, but she could still sense a sort of presence nearby. She looked around her surroundings carefully. Then she heard the sound again. It was distant, but it didn't sound human, more like a large animal scampering. Then it stopped again. Pamela continued to glance through her environment, then she leaned down and grabbed a stick.
"It's going to take more than that to frighten me off," she scoffed.
Confessional:
Pamela-So, Chris got some cheapo effects; big deal. If he expects that to be enough to send me running then he's got another thing coming.
Ilona-I really don't feel safe out here. I can't say for sure what it is, but I've got a really unpleasant feeling in my stomach.
(Inside)
Desdemona sat on the couch bored out of her mind. She tapped her fingers along the side of the seat mindlessly. She glanced around the room for any books or anything that she could use to entertain herself.
"This is worth the immunity," she told herself. "Everyone else is probably getting scared senseless right now."
Currently Chelsea had discovered a shiny clean bathroom.
"Oh, this is just super," she exclaimed as she looked around. "Hm…no bath or even a shower, but I'll take what I can get."
She turned to a mirror and recoiled in horror.
"I'm hideous!" she cried out as she looked at her reflection. "Is this some evil trick mirror or something?"
But it wasn't. Chelsea was just seeing her face that had become covered in dirt and was dripping wet.
"This won't do at all," she exclaimed.
She then turned on the sink and began splashing water on her face.
"If I'm going to win this thing, I should at least look nice," she muttered as she tried to wash off the dirt.
Meanwhile, Calvin had wandered upstairs.
"Let's see what Chris has left for us," he muttered as he climbed to the second storey.
As he walked down the hallway, he saw he heard some sort of furious whispering.
"Uh, is someone there?" he asked.
The sound stopped. However, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a shadow move. He turned to face it, but only saw his own shadow against the wall. He turned away again, and once more thought he saw some movement. Yet there was nothing around him.
"Maybe this place has rats or something," he scoffed.
He tried a door and stepped into a room. It was a small bed room with a window covered with drapes and a bed in the corner.
"Score," he exclaimed.
Confessional:
Calvin-I don't care if it's actually the middle of the day. I've lost so much sleep out here and I need to catch up.
Desdemona-I can't let my boredom get the best of me. If go off exploring, I'll be grabbed by some masked murderer and dragged to a smug Chris.
(Keith)
Keith continued hanging from his tree as he waited for something to happen. The rain continued to fall around him and his hoodie was absorbing quite a bit of water.
"Come on, I'm waiting," he urged the atmosphere.
Then he heard a movement. He fixed his eyes on where it was coming from. Something was slowly starting to swing. He couldn't quite make it out, but it looked like a tree's branch was reaching out. Then he felt the branch he was sitting on start to sway.
"What the?" he exclaimed.
He tried to stand up, but wasn't fast enough. The branch wrapped itself around him like a snake. Soon he was being held upside down.
"I was seriously not expecting this," he exclaimed.
The tree seemed to grumble something to him as he began swinging him against the trunk of another tree.
"Hey cut it out," Keith complained as he was slammed against the rough bark.
The tree showed no intention of letting go, so Keith began struggling. The branch tightened on him, but he was able to squeeze out. He splattered into the muddy ground and tried to get back up. However, the next nearest tree reached out and began wrapping around his neck.
"Come on, let me go!" Keith cried.
(Ilona)
Ilona was walking slower now as she had gotten herself lost in the forest.
"Well, this is just swell," she sighed as she tried to get her bearings.
Her surroundings all looked like blurry silhouettes in the storm.
"I should probably turn back," she sighed. "But which way is back?"
Suddenly the ground started to shake.
"Huh?!" Ilona exclaimed as she tried to back up.
The grass split one as it continued to shake.
"What is going on?!" Ilona cried.
A slimy, rotting, green hand reached out of the crack and grabbed onto Ilona's ankle. She screamed shrilly and began kicking at the hand. The hand fought back and clawed at her leg. As she tried to break free, she thought she saw someone approaching.
"Help me!" she cried.
Yet she soon realized that the figure approaching her was not human. It walked slowly and unevenly. Once it came close enough, Ilona saw that it had the body of a human, yet it was green and rotting like that hand she just escaped. The monster grinned and horrifying smile at her. Ilona tried to turn away, but ended up sliding against the muddy ground. The zombie reached out and put its slimy arms around her shoulders.
"Let of me!" Ilona shrieked.
She tried to punch the creature, but her fist just when through the monster's chest without any effect. Ilona screamed again and used her other hand to deliver a chop to the monster's head. The head rolled right off its back. Ilona pulled her hand out of the monster's chest and tried to run away. However, she heard the sound of dozens of uneven footsteps. All around her she could see the silhouettes approaching, as well as more emerging from the ground.
Confessional:
Ilona-In all my life I have never been this scared.
(Pamela)
Pamela had heard the same creature return and disappear time and time again. Every time, she had tried to attack, only to find that whatever was stalking her had disappeared. After one such encounter, she paused to investigate the part of the forest where the sound had come from. She realized that many of the shrubs and vegetation had been trampled into the ground. Upon taking another look at it, she saw that it formed a gargantuan beast's footprint.
"Still not impressed," she sniffed. "Anyone can fake a big footprint."
She continued to walk and soon heard the sound again. She immediately turned around and charged with her stick in hand. Yet as usual, she only hit darkness. She then heard sound coming from the other side of her.
"Take this!" she cried as she charged again.
Still nothing. Yet the sound didn't stop. She could still hear something running fiercely around her. She backed up a bit and managed to make up something moving with wildly. It was a hulking figure and looked far from human. She kept her eyes on it and charged after it. However, she lost sight of the creature as it blended in with the shadows.
"Come on, come on out!" she called.
Lightning crashed through the sky. Pamela realized that she starting only a couple of feet away from the creature she had been trying to hunt. It looked like a savage wolf, yet it had a massive hulking body. It stood on its hind leg while its bulky arms led to two outstretched claws. Pamela threw her stick at the creature instantly. The wolf snapped it with its jaw.
"Okay, I'm scared!" Pamela exclaimed as she the wolf advanced on her.
(Calvin)
Calvin had crawled into the bed and was trying to get comfortable now. He wrapped himself in blankets, yet a chilling wind seemed to fill the room. He tossed around trying to get some warmth. Then he heard the harsh whispering again.
"Okay, whoever's doing that, cut it out!" Calvin exclaimed.
The whispering stopped, and Calvin returned to trying to sleep. But the whispering soon started up again. Calvin sighed and put his head under a pillow. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sound. As the sound continued, the door slowly clicked and crept open. A shadow seemed to enter the room and approach the bed.
"Who's there!?" Calvin shouted angrily as he got up.
He stepped out of the bed and looked around the room. His door was open now, but there was no one there. He looked around and froze when he saw something in the corner. In the deepest shadows there seemed to be two menacing yellow eyes staring right at him. Calvin backed up and ran into the hall.
"I'm getting out of here," he exclaimed.
His first thought was to run back down the stairs. However, he saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, blocking his path. Whoever it was, he was far too tall to be anyone from the cast. His form seemed to melt into the shadows as if he was wearing some draping cape. Calvin only had one way to turn. He frantically turned down the hallway and ran the opposite direction.
(Chelsea)
Chelsea had finished washing off her face as best as she could and was just putting some final touches to her hair.
"I guess that will do," she remarked.
However, when she looked down at the sink, she realized that it was starting to overflow.
"That's odd, is something blocking the drain?" she wondered.
She reached out and tried to turn knob off. The knob just snapped off though, and the facet began blasting out water into the sink. It quickly began spilling out and onto the floor. In incredible time the entire floor was damp and with the size of the room, it wouldn't take long for it all to flood. Chelsea ran to the door only to find that the lock wouldn't budge.
"Not good," she exclaimed.
She turned around to see that the water was showing no signs of slowing down.
"Let me out, let me out!" she cried as she pounded on the door. "Somebody let me out!"
(Desdemona)
Desdemona sat in the chair as the chaos happened around her. She could hear Calvin frantically running on the floor above her. She could hear Chelsea's desperate cries as she pounded on the door down the hall.
"Heh, everyone is a moron except for me," she chuckled to herself.
However, as soon as she had spoken shackles sprouted out of the seat and chained her wrists and ankles down to the couch. All the exits were shut with metal doors. The room began to transform from a cozy sitting room to a dank, dark torture chamber. The couch turned around to face the largest photo, which happened to be of a mountain. The image disappeared though and was replaced with that of a man wearing a frightening white mask.
"Hello, Donna," he greeted with a deep voice. "I'd like to play a game."
"I had to jinx it," Desdemona grumbled.
(Keith)
Keith had struggled and fought with the tree that held him prisoner. He was able to break free of the branch, but was severely out of breath. He tried to regain himself, but more branches reached out for him. He kept running, but was unable to keep up a fast pace. He leaned against a tree in exhaustion; however, like all the other trees, this one came to life and tried to wrap its branches around Keith. The boy quickly rolled out of the way.
"Okay, Keith, you've just got to find a place with no trees," he told himself.
He looked around at his surroundings.
"What am I talking about?" he exclaimed. "It's a forest; it's all trees!"
Just as he spoke, a vine laced around his ankle and pulled him up to another a tree.
"Uh, hi," he said.
The tree slapped him with its branch.
Confessional:
Keith-I've always spent so much time in the company of trees; I never thought they'd turn on me.
(Ilona)
Ilona was surrounded by approaching zombies. She tried to keep running, but this soon proved to be impossible. Hordes of the monster were coming at her from all directions. Hands reached out and grabbed every part of her body. She struggled, punched, and kicked but nothing would stop the attackers. Every time she broke off an arm, it would just continue to grab at her. More hands emerged from the ground and tripped her feet. She fell into the mud as the zombies swarmed around her. As they piled on top of her, one of them bit into her shoulder. She punched it off of her and began kicking off the others.
"Fine, if there's no easy way out of this, I'll have to do it the hard way!" Ilona exclaimed.
She began performing various skillful manoeuvers on the zombies. Every time one approached her, she launched it away. They were falling to pieces, but those pieces kept attacking. Ilona kicked them aside and tried to keep running.
(Pamela)
The wolf stepped towards Pamela and swiped at her. Pamela ducked just in time. The claw managed to slice a rip through her shirt, though. Pamela turned to sprint as fast as she could in the opposite direction. The wolf leapt over her and blocked her path. It swiped again and Pamela quickly hopped backwards. Once more, Pamela changed her direction and tried to run. The wolf lunged at her again. Pamela swerved to avoid colliding with it and didn't break her speed. Suddenly, she found herself stumbling downwards.
"Wha?!" She exclaimed as she tumbled right into the river.
As she washed through the water, she could see the wolf disappearing back into the shadows.
Confessional:
Pamela-I'll tell you, that was not a man in a suit.
(Calvin)
Calvin scurried through multiple hallways. Despite the cabin's small appearance on the exterior, it seemed to contain plenty of space on the inside. Everywhere he turned, he saw some figure appear in the shadows, and the violent whispering only continued to grow. He was running out of breath, though, and couldn't keep running forever. He picked a door and rushed inside the room. He quickly shoved his body against the door to prevent anyone from getting inside. He soon collapsed against the door and began breathing heavily. However, his breath caught in his throat when he felt a cold, slender hand latch onto his shoulder. Calvin screamed a shrill cry and opened the door again. He was soon running through the halls all over again.
(Chelsea)
The water was rising dangerously fast in the bathroom. It was already up to Chelsea's knees.
"Come on, open this door!" Chelsea cried. "Please, I'm going to drown in here!"
It was then that Chelsea noticed there was something else in the water. Something large was swimming towards her. She couldn't be exactly sure what it was, but it appeared to be a large serpent.
"Let. Me. Out. Now!" she cried as she slammed her body against the door.
Eventually it burst open. She rolled to the ground as water flooded into the hall.
"I'm out!" Chelsea cheered.
However, she wasn't safe yet. Chelsea could now see that her guess was correct; a large white snake, with deadly eyes was glaring right at her.
"I'm gone!" Chelsea exclaimed as she dashed up the stairs.
The snake slithered after her with rapid speed. Soon it had wrapped itself around her ankles.
"Hey, get off of me!" Chelsea cried as she tried to shake it off.
She managed to slam its head against the banister which gave her enough time to make her way up the stairs. She didn't stop there though, she just kept running as fast as she could.
(Desdemona)
"We're going to play a game, Donna," the deep voice told her. "Do you like games?"
"Well, duh, I'm playing a pretty big game right now," Desdemona scoffed.
Suddenly a painful shock went through her body.
"I suggest you watch your mouth," the voice said. "Now, let's begin this game."
The shackles released Desdemona and a string with a key lowered in front of her.
"The rules are simple," the voice explained. "This key represents your freedom; if you take it, you will be free to go."
"Yeah, right, I'm not falling for that," Desdemona scoffed. "If I grab that key, there's going to be some horrible consequences."
Another painful jolt went through her.
"There will be horrible consequences if you don't grab that key," the voice insisted.
Desdemona hopped out of the chair and crossed her arms.
"Ha, can't zap me if I'm not in the chair," she mocked. "So much for your precious game."
Suddenly, a blast of fire came down from the ceiling, just in front of Desdemona's face. When it vanished, the tip of her hat was burning. Desdemona licked her finger and put out the flame.
"Are you sure you want to risk it?" the voice asked her.
"Fine, I'll grab the stupid key," Desdemona said as she reached up.
As soon as she grabbed the key, it sent another painful shock through her arm.
"Ha, you didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" the voice laughed evilly. "You've failed the first test."
"Oh, I knew that would happen," Desdemona cursed.
(Pamela)
Pamela had pulled herself out of the river and tried to regain herself. She knew that it wouldn't be long before the wolf found her again. She had to be ready.
"Let's see, what do I have to work with here?" she muttered to herself.
She saw various branches that had fallen to the ground, but kicked them all aside.
"Fat lot of good that did me last time," she scoffed.
Instead, she picked up an average sized rock. With it, she pulled herself up onto a nearby tree. She heard the familiar sound of the savage footsteps. She quickly positioned herself on the tree and waited. The footsteps grew louder and she could make out the large figure approaching. She lifted up her rock and prepared to throw it. The wolf lumbered toward her and she dropped down with the rock. The wolf reacted fast though, and grabbed her with one of its paws.
"Uh-oh," Pamela exclaimed as the wolf glared at her ferociously.
Pamela wasn't too stunned to launch her rock though. She threw the stone right between the wolf's eyes. The wolf winced and Pamela was able to break out of its grasp. She climbed up its arm and onto its back.
"Take this and this!" she exclaimed as she attempted to pound down on its head.
The wolf began to shake and struggle as it tried to knock her off. Pamela gripped onto the fur as she tried to hang on. However, she found that the fur began to peel off as she grabbed it. Curiously, she ripped off the patch of fur. Underneath it, she found a control stick that was marked, 'Manual Control.'
"Hm, interesting," she said as she gave it a pull.
The wolf immediately turned in the direction she guided it.
"Very interesting," she said with a mischievously grin.
Confessional:
Pamela-I've flown a freaking helicopter, I think I can handle Wolfie here.
(Ilona)
Once more, Ilona was getting outnumbered. No matter how much she fought back, more and more zombies would approach her. Too many were grabbing all over her. She couldn't keep holding them off and she was starting to get weighed down.
"Get off of me," she moaned as she was pulled down into the dirt again.
She couldn't use her arms or legs, too many of them were holding her down.
"Out of my way, you disgusting goons!" Pamela exclaimed as she arrived on top of the robotic wolf.
With a quick motion of the controller, the wolf began slapping aside the zombies with its claws. Soon Pamela had cleared them all away and unveiled Ilona.
"Ilona, hop on," Pamela ordered.
"Pamela, what…what?" was all Ilona could manage.
"Let's worry about explanations when this is over," Pamela said. "Just get on for now."
Ilona pulled herself up the wolf's arm. As Pamela continued to guide the wolf back to the cabin, the trees around them came to life and began grasping at them with their branches.
"Move it, you monsters!" Pamela ordered as she had her wolf knocked them from side to side.
Suddenly, Keith slid between some of the trees and right in their path.
"Die, ghoul!" Pamela exclaimed as the wolf slapped him through the air.
"Pamela, that was Keith!" Ilona exclaimed.
"Your point being?" Pamela asked.
Confessional:
Pamela-So, Chris has expanded his budget a bit? These effects are certainly much more believable, but fake nonetheless.
Chelsea ran frantically through the halls. She glanced behind her, but didn't see any sign of the white snake. This didn't put her at ease, though; the snake could still be anywhere, ready to pounce. Chelsea looked around for anything she could use as a weapon. She noticed a stool placed against the wall and picked it up.
"Stay back, I'm armed!" she exclaimed.
She saw a shadow approaching from around the corner. Along with it, she heard the sound of something approaching.
"Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed as she slammed the stool down.
However, what she hit was none other than Calvin. The boy spun around dizzily then collapsed on the floor.
"Oops, sorry," she exclaimed.
Suddenly, she heard a rasp whispering. The shadows around her seemed to swirl on their own. She swung her stool around, but didn't hit anything. Then she saw a figure approaching her. She tried to swing her stool, but a slender hand grabbed it in mid-air.
"Who are you!?" Chelsea cried.
A young, blond man stepped out of the shadow. He wore a black cape and had a pale complexion.
"Hello, my name is Edward Cullen," he greeted.
Chelsea stared at him for a few seconds, then slammed the stool over his head.
"Monster!" she cried as she knocked the vampire out.
She looked at the two unconscious bodies lying on the floor.
"Hm, maybe I should do something about this," she muttered to herself.
However, she didn't get the chance, as at that instant a white serpent burst out of the floorboards.
"Yikes!" she cried.
She began running back the way she had come. The snake slithered after her. Chelsea dashed to the stairs, but the snake arrived first. It tangled itself around her body and the two of the tumbled down the steps.
(Desdemona)
"This is the true game," the voice told Desdemona. "The key has been placed inside this jar of ravenous leeches. If you really value your freedom, you will reach in and endure the pain to take it.
"No way!" Desdemona exclaimed.
"Don't make me shock you again," the voice threatened.
"I'm getting out of here," Desdemona declared as she tried to pry the metal door open.
"Stop that," the voice ordered as she a shock was sent through her fingers. "Ready to cooperate yet?"
"Nope," Desdemona said as she began kicking at the door.
"I told you to stop!" the voice boomed.
A hammer swung from the ceiling and knocked her back into the couch. The shackles returned around her arms and ankles.
"As you refuse to play the game, you have proven that you are not worthy of saving," the voice said. "Instead you shall stay imprisoned forever."
(Outside)
Pamela, Ilona, and the wolf had all arrived back at the cabin.
"It's time to show Chris who's boss," Pamela declared.
"Look, the door's been sealed," Ilona exclaimed.
"That's not a problem for wolfie," Pamela said as she grabbed the controls and moved the wolf forward.
With another swipe she smashed a hole through the wall. Inside she found Desdemona chained to a couch, while a masked man watch her through a frame.
"What?! No, this isn't supposed to happen!" the deep voiced man cried. "You are breaking the rules!"
"I'll break more than that!" Pamela exclaimed as her wolf smashed through the glass frame.
She pulled out the man who's masked has been knocked off now. He was revealed to be the one and only, Chris McClean.
"Alright, Chris, I finished your pathetic challenge," Pamela declared.
"So, this was a challenge?" Ilona exclaimed. "I was terrified out of my wits."
"That's the idea," Chris said with a smug grin. "With our new technology it was so much fun terrorizing you guys."
"But I won, right?" Pamela said.
"Well, technically the winner was supposed to be the one who defeated their monster first," Chris said. "You didn't exactly do that."
Pamela tightened the wolf's grip.
"But I'm sure it's close enough," Chris said. "Congratulations, Pamela."
(Later)
All of the robotics had been shut down and the campers had all been gathered up. Even the weather was starting to clear up to reveal a sunset.
"Well, that was certainly an amusing challenge," Chris remarked.
"More like traumatic," Chelsea exclaimed. "I could have died."
"No, that's just what we wanted you to think," Chris declared. "You were in no real harm."
"Ahem," Calvin said as he pointed to a large bump on his head.
"Correction, you were in no real harm from the monsters," Chris said. "I can't be responsible for the other campers' actions."
"You sent electricity through my body," Desdemona accused.
"Oh, doctors say it doesn't so any real damage in small doses," Chris scoffed. "Anyways, Pamela has won immunity, so the rest of you are up for voting. Pick your least favorite camper and send them home."
"Aren't we going to be given some time to head back to camp and strategize?" Keith asked.
"No," Chris said. "We've wasted enough time with this challenge, and it's going to take even longer walking back. "You will make your votes immediately, without discussion, without strategy. Then it's off to the Dock of Shame."
(Dock of Shame)
It was deep night now and the six campers stood on the dock impatiently. Many of them were still incredibly shaken by the past events. Calvin shivered with every shadow he saw, and Ilona would glance around every time she heard a noise.
"Okay, let's get this elimination over with so you can all get on to your nightmare-filled dreams," Chris said. "The first pinecone goes to our immunity winner, Pamela!"
Pamela grabbed her pinecone and crushed it.
"I've also got one for Chelsea," Chris continued.
"Calvin."
"Ilona."
This left Desdemona and Keith.
"Now, you two have both been playing risky games lately," Chris said. "But tonight one of you comes to the end."
"That's going to be you," Keith said to Desdemona.
"Fat chance," Desdemona scoffed.
"The final pinecone of the night goes to," Chris finished, "…"
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"Keith."
"Seriously!" Desdemona cried.
"Sorry, Donna, but that's what you get for being mean," Chelsea said.
"No, that's what I get for being strategic," Desdemona scoffed. "Face it, I played the best game out of all of you, and you just couldn't stand that I just might outsmart you sooner or later."
"Are you almost done?" Chris asked.
"I'd just like to say best of luck to Keith," Desdemona declared.
"Um, what?" Calvin asked. "I thought you guys were enemies."
"Oh yeah, arch-enemies," Desdemona declared. "But he's the only person here who could match my skill level, and for that, he's the only one who deserves to win."
"Well, Desdemona, it's time to do," Chris said as he guided her down the dock. "You may not have been a real prophet, but most of your prophecies still came true. Including this one, so long!"
With that, Desdemona was launched into the sky.
"Well, she was certainly something different," Chris said. "But now it's just the five of you. You've made it far, and you're closer than ever. Best of luck; you may return to your camp."
Votes:
Desdemona-Keith. I've made it more than clear enough that he's a threat. I just hope the others see it too.
Chelsea-Sorry, Desdemona, you never made any effort to be friends, you always valued your strategy more. Well, see where that gets you.
Calvin-Keith, I'm not letting this go.
Ilona-Donna, I value honour, and last night you proved that you have none.
Keith-It's been fun, Des, but it's gone on too long.
Pamela-Hm, who to vote for? I've voted for Keith nearly every time and he still evades elimination. This time, I'm going to vote for someone who might actually leave and is really no better than Keith. That's you Donna!
(Conclusion)
"Let's take a moment to once again thank our excellent robotics team," Chris said. "They really can think of anything."
"Your Iced Tea, sir," the Edward Cullen Bot said as he brought Chris as drink.
"Ah, thank you, servant," Chris said as he took the drink. "So, we've reached the final five!" "With no more allies left, does Calvin have a hope to survive. Are Chelsea and Ilona catching onto Keith's more diabolical side? Who will fall next in the race for one million dollars? Find out on the next Total…Drama…Stranded!"
Author's Note: Desdemona/Donna was my favorite pick early one, and although she's lost my number one spot, she's still high on my list. She and Keith were good counterparts, I felt. Both were strategists that were willing to do whatever it took to get themselves ahead, but the key differences was Keith had a lot more success. She was always capable of finding some way out of elimination, though, which is why I thought it was fitting she should go in a scenario where she wasn't given the chance to strategize.