Unfortunately, I do not own the Total drama series at all. It is owned by Teletoon in Canada. I want to apologize to all who enjoy this story... Ive been neglecting this story for some time but I did work on some ideas and here they are. Ive been on a mission to finish this story but it will by far my favorite story to write. Now then to all my real fans of this story and not the ones juts waiting for me to finish so I will start up TDR again, its truly a priviledge to write for you all and I appreciate all the love and ideas for this story.
Chapter 25: Wounds of War
Duncan finally got Marik to a 'safe zone'. Putting him down he began to nurse the excessive wounds...
"Heather, hand me the gauze..." nothing. "Heather?"
He turned around to see that he and Marik were alone in the bitter cold.
"Where did she-?"
"Duncan..." the delinquent looked at his partner. "You gotta go back, now..."
[North Underground wing]
Dj was nursing a slight burn wound on his arm and right leg. His clothes were singed, tattered, and barely clung to him. Catching his breath, he removed his shirt just as he heard loud footsteps.
"Oh this just isnt my day huh?" he whispered to himself.
Clutching his gun he waited around the corner preparing for whatever threat was approaching. Timing his attack, he turned the corner and prepared to kill when...
"Dj?" a raven haired girl cried.
"H-Heather?"
She lept into his arms and enjoyed his embrace.
"Babe I missed you..." he whispered in her ear. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head no. "Im fine but..."
"But what?"
"Marik...he was injured severely by Alejandro."
Dj smiled and conforted his girlfriend.
"My brother will pull through dont worry about that. We need to get the rest and get out. Now..."
Heather nodded and they proceeded to find an exit.
[Gwen and LeShawna]
The two charged directly at Courtney who barely snapped out of it to dodge a high/low combo strike. Gwen immediately shifted her body and landed a kick to Courtney in her side. Before she could even check on the severity of the kick, Leshawna began to unleash a hellacious flury of combo's that she was barely to block.
"What the-? How's she so fast?" she thought to herself.
Leshawna continued the onslaught until Courtney saw an opening. While she [Leshawna] came down for a kick she tripped Gwen throwing her into the volumptuious agent. This gave her time to catch her breath and to strategize.
As the two charged again Courtney flipped out of the way only to be backed into a wall.
"Gotcha now!" Gwen roared.
Courtney smirked and pushed herself off the wall and shot passed both girls within a blink of an eye. Without realizing, Gwen and Leshawna felt a sharp pain in their shoulder and collapsed on the ground. As they tried to get up there bodies wouldnt respond.
"Dammit... How'd this happen?" Gwen struggled but no avail.
The next thing they heard was the clip-clop of Courtney's boots on the hard tiled floor. Her shadow engulfed the two as she pulled out her gun.
"Time for this to end now..." Courtney smirked wickedly.
"Youre right about that Courtney..." a familiar voice rang in her ear along with the cocking of a gun on her head.
Leshawna and Gwen looked in shock as Courtney's eyes grew wide. She turned around slowly; dropping her weapon. Standing before her was none other than Marik, who had a pure demonic glare at her. His battered body and scars made him look even more evil causing Courtney to tremble slightly. His once carefree brown eyes, were replaced with vicious slitted eyes that spewed out murderous intent. His smile that she loved so much was buried under a rock hard scowl. She felt a shiver run up her spine as he began to speak.
"Figured I catch you here... Predictible Courtney..." His words pouring out like venom. For the first time in years, she felt fear. Fear for her life at the hands of her former lover.
"You- you wouldnt kill me w-would you?" she stuttered; her eyes begging for any sign of mercy that was still available.
The scowl shifted to a wicked grin that caused her body to shake violently.
"Without hesitation..." her heart sank.
"I wouldnt be so quick to pull the trigger, Amigo..." His eyes betrayed his cool disposition. He looked around to see the man who started all of this, the man who caused him and his friends so much had two single action army's aimed at Gwen and Leshawna's head.
He had forgot that they were still unable to move, let alone defend themselves. Courtney's fear began to slowly disappear as she confidently step away to Alejandro.
"Drop your weapon, and I may spare them..." Marik complied reluctantly.
As the gun clacked against the floor, Alejandro's sinister smirk widened.
"Courtney would you be so kind as to keep these two contained?" she looked at him questionably.
"Why not kill them here...?"
"Because... I mi Hermano to fight me at his best. And he wouldnt be able to do that if he has nothing to fight for. So bind them and watch the fireworks." he cockily responded.
"Im NOT your brother... not anymore. I grew out of your shadow years ago..." Marik huffed.
"You were ALWAYS his favorite! His go to guy, you did everything he told you to and in return he showed you more love than I..." Alejandro roared. "I deserved to be showed some type of respect!"
Both men's eyes were locked on one another as Courtney finished securing their hostages.
"What are you babbling about END?" she barked much to his irritation.
"Care to tell her, Alejandro? Or should I?" Alejandro nodded not relinquishing his glare.
"Remember when I told you that Chris adopted me?" Courtney nodded.
"I wasnt the only one he adopted that day... Alejandro was also orphaned after his parents were murdered. We ended up meeting in an alley where we fended for ourselves." All three girls eyes widened. "We kept each other safe, he was my big brother... until one day we were taken to an orphanage. A few days later, I was adopted while Alejandro was never given a chance until Chris came around. In the meantime, I was taken in by Dj's mom who served as my guiding light and helped me to get over the guilt of leaving Alejandro alone in that hell whole... couple of years later, she died of a mysterious illness that ravaged her body from the inside out. After the funeral Dj and I were 'adopted' by Chris and thats where I saw Alejandro again, only this time... he hated every fiber of my being and sought to out do me whenever Chris would show me favor."
"It wasnt fair!" the Latino yelled out in hatred. "You got everything I wanted. A home, a great life, even love..."
"It wasnt my choice to leave. I was a little kid, you saw that I didnt want to leave you behind!" Marik roared back.
"Well now it gets settled right here. We decide who is the better brother... Once and for all!" Alejandro darted at lighting speed at Marik who just barely caught his fists struggling in a test of strength. "Face it... Im stronger than you, Hermano! You cant win!" he maniacally ranted.
Both men pushed off each other and engaged in the inevitable battle that would decide the war between the two. As the Latino threw a punch, Marik ducked and landed a bone rattling kick to his ribs. Then came a flurry of punches to the face and stomache that caused the former to stagger before laughing.
"You've gotten better..." Alejandro admitted through gritted teeth. "But its still not enough!"
Out of no where, Alejandro managed to slip behind Marik and kicked his still opened wounds on his back. He fell hard struggling to catch his breath and get back up as his enemy stalked his prey. He pulled out his katana and smirked demonically.
"It's been a pleasure knowing you bro, and hopefully we'll meet again..." his eyes showed a slight sign of remorse. "...In HELL!"
His blade came down on the now defenseless Marik, as Leshawna and Gwen let out muffled screams...
Sorry this took so long but its almost over. this chapter was particularly my favorite to write as there is a great deal of truth within the conflicts. The next chapter will be the actual fight and more details on the history between Marik and Alejandro so hope you all enjoyed this chapter and review your opinions whether positive or negative.