(Psst, I posted a Naruto one shot titled "There For You". It's Shikamaru/Temari with a bit of Naruto/Hinata, so if you love Naruto go check it out!)
Alright friends, its time for Camp Castaways! Down to five now, huh? Incredible, this story has gone by so fast, but it feels like so long ago when I first uploaded it to the site…it''s been a great journey, and there's still some left! I hope you guys have enjoyed and will continue to enjoy :)!
Heads up, this chapter is probably NOT what you will be expecting. It's similar to the canon episode, but its also quite different, if that makes sense…
This chapter focuses pretty heavily on just one camper…you'll see why. Just know that I'm aware of this fact!
It was raining, and raining hard.
Sheets of water slammed over the island. The dark sky grumbled and flashed, loud claps of thunder occasionally booming their way through the air.
As a reward for reaching the final five, Geoff, Beth, Justin, LeShawna and Duncan had been granted a day of rest, to recharge their batteries and live another day. They took it without complaint.
Duncan had spent the day alone, grieving. The loss of Courtney was not hitting him any harder than he had predicted, but it still hurt. He told himself to get over it, and he knew he would, he just needed a little time.
Geoff, because of Duncan's absence, had also spent the day by his lonesome. He too missed Courtney, but was not nearly as affected as Duncan was. He hung around the Dock mostly, dipping his toes in the cool water and doing his best to remain confident despite the bad odds he and Duncan were facing.
LeShawna and Beth spent the morning talking about strategy, but that devolved into relaxing soon after lunch.
Justin spent most of the day sleeping, recharging his batteries and preparing himself for the grueling final stretch of the competition.
(Confessional: Beth.)
"So I've reached the final five," Beth said, tapping her fingers together in nervous excitement. "And no one else still really thinks of me as a threat. I think I might have a shot! I can do this!"
(End Confessional: Beth.)
(Confessional: Duncan.)
Duncan sighs heavily. "I'm not surprised I made it to the final five." He scratches his chin, "I mean honestly, I've always been tough and I knew I had a decent shot at winning this thing. I just didn't think I'd get so…attached." He fidgets uncomfortable on the bench, "anyways, I really don't like the thought of my dad being kept prisoner here, so the sooner I win this thing, the better."
(End Confessional: Duncan.)
(Confessional: Geoff.)
"Final five, baby!" Geoff cheers, "I'm so close to getting out of here! Mom, Dad, Bridge, just you wait, baby! I'm coming home!"
(End Confessional: Geoff.)
(Confessional: Justin.)
Justin yawns, covering his mouth with a pretty hand. "I'm so close," his voice is determined. "I haven't had to play super dirty in a long time, and ideally I won't have to again, but I will if I have to."
(End Confessional: Justin.)
(Confessional: LeShawna.)
LeShawna grins broadly. "Ooh yeah, baby! LeShawna is cruising through this final stage!" she claps her hands together excitedly, "I'm so close I can taste it! I knew I'd win this thing. Sure, I know it ain't 100% just yet," her smile fades into a more serious, yet still confident look. "Justin could turn on Beth and I and then we'd be in some trouble, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."
(End Confessional: LeShawna.)
It was now nighttime. Rain was still pelting the island at an unbelievable rate, and the contestants were chilling on the porches of their respective cabins, just watching the incredible spectacle.
"I've never seen it rain this hard in my life," Duncan told Geoff over the howl of the wind. Despite being on the covered porch, the two boys were still getting slightly wet because of the wind. They were leaning against the railing of the porch. Justin, who was sitting on one of the chairs, was dozing slightly.
"Me neither," Geoff agreed. "Isn't mother nature cool?"
"I guess," the punk told him, "I don't look forward to having to do a challenge if the weather keeps up."
"Hm, true that."
Thunder cracked, making both boys jump. A dozing Justin jolted awake.
"How are you still sleeping? You slept like all day." Geoff asked the model.
Justin yawned, rubbing his eyes. "I love sleeping, I need my-"
"Lemme guess, beauty sleep?" Duncan said scathingly.
"Strength for these final few challenges," Justin continued, narrowing his eyes at Duncan. "Is there a problem?"
"Are you really asking me that?" Duncan asked. "Like, seriously?"
Justin rolled his eyes. "Butthurt that I'm on the winning alliance? Bite me."
"Screw you." Duncan snapped, stalking into his cabin.
"How you doing, girl?" LeShawna asked Beth.
The two girls were currently each sitting on a chair on the porch of their cabin.
"Good enough," Beth told her, "considering. How about you?"
LeShawna nodded in agreement. "Same here, pretty much. I'm feeling pretty confident."
"That's good," Beth smiled. "It's gonna be tough, though…"
"What is?"
Beth looked uncomfortable. "Well, facing each other in the finale."
"Aw c'mon, girl." LeShawna waved a dismissive hand in the air. "We don't gotta talk about it."
"We should, though," Beth pressed her, "It's not going away anytime soon. I just don't want their to be any weirdness between us."
LeShawna narrowed her eyes at the farm girl, "no weirdness?" her tone was disbelieving, "c'mon girl, of course there's gonna be weirdness."
Beth sighed, "Well, I know, what I meant was-"
"I don't want to talk about it," LeShawna interrupted, standing up and heading for the inside of the cabin. "Makes me too uncomfortable, Beth. Sorry."
"It's fine…"
(Confessional: LeShawna.)
LeShawna shakes her head, "I really hope the girl realizes I won't be pulling punches with her when we get to the finale. I will wipe the floor with her to get out of here."
(End Confessional: LeShawna.)
It was now nighttime, and everyone was settled into their cabins.
Geoff was asleep, and a still damp Duncan was sitting on his bed, sipping from a large glass of water he had grabbed from the kitchens. He was in the midst of drinking it when a large clap of thunder boomed, making the punk jump.
The water glass slipped from his grasp and thudded onto his pillow, soaking it.
"Shit!" Duncan cursed, trying to pick up the glass as quick as possible. It was too late, and all the water was now in his pillow.
"Hah!" Justin chuckled, "nice one, man. Scaredy cat, much?"
"Shut the hell up," Duncan snarled, wrenching his pillowcase off, hoping to avoid getting the water into the pillow itself, so he'd still have a dry surface to sleep in. He froze, remembering his knife that was still in the pillowcase. He tossed the slightly damp pillow back onto his bed and groaned in frustration.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Justin prodded, "seriously, get a grip. Are you cracking or something?"
Duncan said nothing and just grit his teeth. Pillowcase still stuck between his clenched fingers, he stormed past Justin and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" The model asked him. "It's raining, incase you hadn't noticed."
Duncan didn't answer, and just stormed out into the torrential rain.
"Pfft, he's losing it." Justin said to no one in particular.
(Confessional: Duncan.)
"Justin is seriously pissing me off!" Duncan shouts, pillow case slung over his shoulder and an angry look on his face. "I almost attacked him, but I don't want to get banged up for nothing," he throttles the air with his fingers, "who does that pretty boy think he is?" He's about to continue, when suddenly the whole Confessional tilts violently, and Duncan slips off the bench, lurching forwards until he collides with the camera with a sickening thunk. Duncan falls to the floor of the Confessional, and does not get back up…
(End Confessional: Duncan.)
Beth yawned, rubbing her eyes and taking in her surroundings. Birds chirped merrily outside.
Her first thought was to be confused. She had woken up on her own time, and not by Chris's announcement. She looked across the cabin at LeShawna's still sleeping form.
"LeShawna," she called out, getting up from her bed and peering out the window. She let out a loud gasp. "LeShawna!"
"What is it, girl?" LeShawna sounded annoyed. "I was sleeping!"
"Look outside! We're…in a different place?"
LeShawna staggered out of bed and headed towards the door. She squinted into the sunlight and gasped at what she saw.
The cabin was resting on the sandy bank of a large river. It had just been washed up, and LeShawna was faced with nothing but rushing water.
Beth appeared at the ghetto girls elbow. "Whoa…what happened?"
"No idea, girl." She peered out. "Looks like we're gonna get wet, though."
Beth went back inside the cabin and peered out the window at the back wall. "There's a couple of camera guys out there."
LeShawna was quick to join her at the window. "Damn, they ain't all set up, though."
"Maybe we got flooded downstream," Beth questioned, "I don't know…"
"Well, I would guess our challenge is to find out way back to camp, so we better get moving," LeShawna told them.
"I don't know, we don't look anywhere near camp." Beth said nervously, "I've got a really good sense of direction."
"Well we sure as hell won't get anywhere staying here." LeShawna stripped off her nightie and started getting dressed, "Let's get moving."
"Duncan! Duncan! Where are you, dude? Gah!" A tired and unaware Geoff walked off the porch and splashed right into the water. He surfaced, spitting water out of his mouth. "What the hell? Huh? Wha?"
An equally tired Justin peeked out of the door, "did you not see the vast expanse of water from the window?"
A now awake Geoff clambered back onto the porch, dripping. "So what do we do? And where the hell is Duncan?"
"I don't know where Duncan is." Justin told him, "let's just get to dry land and figure out where we are."
Geoff nodded. "Alright, let's go." He waded back into the water, Justin in tow.
The two swam/waded around the side of the cabin, successfully avoiding all the rocks and getting dragged away by the fairly powerful current.
Once they had reached dry land, they were greeted with four cameramen, breathing heavily and hastily setting up the recording equipment.
"What's going on here?" Geoff asked them.
"Don't move until we get the cameras set up." One of the cameraman ordered.
"What's going on?" Geoff repeated.
He got no answer. He glanced at Justin helplessly, but the model looked just as confused.
"Where's the other one?" One of the cameramen asked gruffly.
"Other one?"
"I think he means Duncan." Justin told Geoff, "yeah, we don't know where he is."
The cameraman who asked the question paled. "Did he leave before you guys?"
"Maybe," Justin smirked, "he left the cabin before I went to sleep last night and didn't get back before I fell asleep."
"Shit," The cameraman fumbled for his radio.
"What? Didn't keep tabs on him?" Justin asked innocently, enjoying the discomfort of the cameramen, "hopefully he didn't get lost in the storm and die…that wouldn't look good on you guys, would it?"
Geoff nibbled at his lower lip, anxious.
Chris was currently resting in his private are. Chef, Zolkoff, and his interns were there as well.
"Pretty clever idea on my part, letting the cabins get washed away," Chris said, "The looks on their faces will be priceless, and it'll be good, gritty survival footage."
No one seemed very interested.
Suddenly, the radio at Chris's hip buzzed. The host picked it up. "Chris here, how're the campers doing?"
"Uh, sir, Duncan is missing. We're thinking he got lost in the storm last night. He had a fight with Justin and stormed off in the night. Neither boy recalls him returning."
Chris swore very loudly, and returned his attention back to the radio. "Ok, send people out looking for him." He turned his attention to his interns. "One of you go check the Confessional feed and see if there's anything good. Maybe he stopped by there."
"On it," Johann said, getting up from his chair and jogging toward the other side of the area. He entered a small building and examined the back wall, which was covered in different monitors. He clicked some keys on the keyboard set up on the nearby desk until the Confessional feed popped up. He scrolled back hours until he saw an angry Duncan ranting about Justin. Duncan then proceeded to get knocked out. Johann fast forwarded some more and saw the punk eventually get up. He proceeded to watch the Confessional.
(Confessional: Duncan.)
Duncan groans as he stands up, holding his aching head. "Ow, that bit. Crap, I"m still in this gross place?" He makes to leave the Confessional, and his eyes widen. "What the hell? Where am I?" He leaves.
(End Confessional: Duncan.)
"I've got the location of the Confessional. I'll start making it beep." Johann yelled out to Chris.
Chris soon joined him in the room. "Good work, activate the signal and we'll have people start out."
"This is not good," Zolkoff grunted, also coming into the room.
"It's no big deal," Chris sighed, "It's just annoying. It's not like he's escaping anywhere, and I doubt he'll try to hide on us, he knows we have his father and that my threats are not idle. We'll find him soon enough. He's probably looking for us."
Duncan took a deep breath, taking in his surroundings. He was currently on a sandy beach, with the tilted Confessional and roaring river at his back and unknown leafy terrain ahead of him. He had his pillowcase with his knife in it in one hand and no idea where the hell anyone was.
He took the knife out of his pillowcase and put it in his pocket.
Normally, he would sit put and wait for a rescue. That is what you were supposed to do if you were lost, after all. But a sneaking suspicion in his belly told him that he might have to get back to camp ASAP incase this was a challenge. If he didn't get immunity next, he would die. No questions about it.
So he cleared his parched throat and marched off into the woods, apprehensive of what was to come.
Geoff and Justin had been told to try and find the camp by the cameramen, so trying they were doing.
"Oh yikes," Geoff said, giving a horrified glance as an eight-inch centipede skittered up a tree. "I hate bugs."
Justin nodded in agreement, but otherwise stayed silent.
The two had been walking for a little over three hours, and were annoyed to find they had no real way of knowing they were going in the right direction.
Justin turned to one of the cameraman, ready to voice his irritation. "How do we know we're going the right way? We could be heading to the opposite side of the island for all we know."
He might as well have been talking to a rock for all the response he got.
"Fine, give us the silent treatment." Justin said snootily, stopping his walking and leaning against a tree. Geoff, a few paces ahead, looked back with a puzzled face.
"What're you doing, brah? Need a break?"
"No, I just don't feel like meandering around this stupid island when I don't know where I'm going." Justin snapped.
"So, you're just gonna like, stay there? We're probably in the middle of a challenge!"
"So what? It's not like I'm in any danger," Justin told him.
Geoff glared at him, "so what, you're just gonna screw me over, man? I thought you were better than that!"
Justin just laughed, "we're not teammates, Geoff. Just go."
Geoff paused, the anger leaving his face, "Oh yeah…duh…" he let out a chuckle, "anyways, I guess I'll take off then, see you-"
Snap.
Justin and Geoff looked above them to see a large branch falling off the tree right towards Justin.
"Shit!" Justin screeched, moving his arms up to protect his head.
Geoff, thinking quicker, dove forwards and tackled the model out of the way. The branch fell harmlessly to the ground, splintering in two.
Geoff winced as his fractured wrist scraped the ground.
Justin grunted as the weight of Geoff crushed into him.
The two boys panted heavily for a second, and Geoff rolled off the model and got to his feet, nursing his wrist.
Justin stayed on the ground, wide eyed. He raised his head up to look at Geoff. "You helped me?"
Geoff gave him a weird look, "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"
"If I had gotten really hurt or killed that would've just been better for you," Justin explained it like it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Nah, you don't deserve that, man. Everyone here has the right to battle for their lives," Geoff said sagely, still massaging his bandaged wrist.
Justin got up as well and looked at the branch. The end was snapped, not cut or sawed, so that quelled any suspicions of it being foul play. It was as thick as he was and about ten feet long. He was glad he didn't get hit by that.
"Well, I owe you one. Big time." Justin muttered.
"Really?" Geoff said eagerly, "cool, how about you team up with Duncan and I then? We could-"
"No," Justin cut him off right there, trying not to feel bad when Geoff's face fell. "You know I can't do that, Geoff."
"Why not?" The party boy whined, "the odds are still the same!"
"They're not, actually," Justin argued, "You and Duncan are a lot stronger than LeShawna and Beth, so I'd much rather take my chances competing against them. Sorry."
Geoff sighed and hung his head, "I get it…it was worth a try."
Justin nodded. "Now let's get moving."
Geoff looked up, "You're coming with?"
"I guess."
LeShawna and Beth were trekking through the forest, hungry and exhausted.
"We've been walking for five hours, you'd think we'd have found something!" Beth complained, head and arms drooped as she walked.
"We might've if some people weren't so darn unhelpful!" LeShawna snapped, angrily eyeing the cameramen. "Seriously fools, it can't be fun for you to sit out here as well."
She got no answer.
So the two kept on walking.
And walking.
And walking.
Eventually, something happened.
"Oi!" LeShawna called to Geoff and Justin's backs. "Wait up!"
The two men turned around and looked surprised as the two women jogged up to them.
"Fancy meeting you here," Beth joked.
Geoff chuckled. "So you guys are hopelessly lost too?"
"No," LeShawna retorted hotly, "we're fine."
"So you know which way camp is?" Justin asked her.
"No, but we're not 'hopelessly' lost," the big girl pouted.
"Sweet, well four heads are better than one," Geoff said, "so let's get moving."
Beth and LeShawna looked at each other, shrugged, and started walking with Justin and Geoff.
"Have either of you guys seen Duncan?" Justin asked them as they walked.
"I was just about to ask you where he was," LeShawna answered. "Did the fool run off on you guys?"
"No, he left last night before I fell asleep and he was gone when we woke up." Justin said. "He might've gotten lost at the storm, he's probably back at camp, confused."
"Does that mean he wins immunity, y'think?" Geoff asked.
"If this is even an immunity challenge," Beth said, "I mean, I think its definitely possible that Chris just messed up."
"I doubt it," Justin told her, "otherwise these assholes with the cameras wouldn't have any problems telling us where to go, but the fact that they're keeping silent means that somethings up."
Beth scratched her chin, "good point."
Duncan was tired, sweaty, hungry, thirsty and in a very unpleasant mood as he roamed through the forests.
He wished something would happen. He felt like he was trapped in a surreal nightmare of endlessly wandering through the forest with nothing happening.
He got his wish.
Duncan entered a clearing and almost screamed. There, fifteen feet in front of him was a grizzly bear, its ginormous back to him, snuffling at something on the ground. In front of it was cave.
Duncan, eyes wide, instinctively pulled out his knife and began backing up, trying to be as quiet as possible. When he thought he was far enough away, he ran.
After a good minute of running and frantically checking behind him, he surmised that he must've escaped. Breathing heavily and trying to rid himself of the excess adrenaline, he leaned his shoulder against a tree and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
Something grabbed his shoulder.
Duncan let out a terrified yell and turned, the metal of his blade flashing. He didn't hear the relieved voice saying "Finally! There you are-"
The speaker got no further as the blade of Duncan's knife embedded itself into his neck.
Duncan stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, scrambling back on all fours and looking at the bleeding man infront of him.
The dying man tried to choke something out, but all that he was able to emit were strangled gurgles as he collapsed onto the ground.
Duncan stared at the dead man in shock.
"Fuck." He whispered, rubbing his hand through his mohawk.
Infant of him stood a dead cameraman, camera and backpack strapped to his back.
"Oh shit!" Duncan breathed, "I'm so boned, Chris is gonna kill me! He won't believe me that its an accident," he gripped his head in panic, "and my father! Shit, man!" He bit his knuckle so hard he drew blood.
He forced himself to calm down. "It's not over," he told himself, still breathing hard, "there's no footage, I can do this…I can just hide the body and…" he paused, rubbing his chin. "Wait a minute…"
He cautiously walked over to the downed cameramen and prodded him with his foot.
No response.
He hooked his hands under the dead mans ribcage and hoisted him onto his back, being careful not to damage the camera. He might need that. He also took note of the radio on his belt.
Blood still drizzled from the four inch gash in the mans neck. His eyes were open and bugged, as if he had just been kicked in the stomach. His arms and shirt were stained with blood.
Duncan sat there for a few minutes, mulling his options over.
He eventually came to a decision. He couldn't just act like nothing had happened. Chris may not know the names of his cameramen, but he knows how many there are, and if one happened to disappear, this dead man would be found.
Duncan was no idiot. He figured the other four had been found by cameramen already, since they were sleeping in the cabins. Chris would know that he was the one who did this.
So with shaking hands Duncan pushed the deadman back onto his back and wrestled his pack off him. It was harder than it looked.
Finally getting his prize, Duncan walked over to a nearby tree and sat down, leaning his back against it. He opened the pack and searched desperately for his prize.
He was in luck.
Another shirt, identical to the one all the cameramen used was in the bottom. There was also a bottle of water, which Duncan greedily drank, a flashlight, a GPS, deodorant, a Swiss Army Knife, a book, and a granola bar. Duncan ate that too.
Duncan looked at the mans face. Both had blue eyes, though the dead cameraman's eyes were a lot lighter. He took off the cap the man was wearing and examined him further. He was bald and young.
He could work with this.
Wincing, he took his knife out of the mans neck and wiped it clean on the dead man's shirt. He drizzled some of the water into his own hair and took out the Swiss Army Knife's scissor attachment.
He sighed, this was going to take a while.
The green hair of his mohawk slowly started to leave his head and accumulate on the ground.
"Any news on Duncan?" Chris asked, coming into the building where some of the interns and cameramen were studying the screens.
"Nothing yet," answered one of the cameramen. "We sent out ten men looking for him, but none of them have had any luck yet. We'll keep you updated."
Chris sighed, annoyed. "And the other four?"
"They've joined up and are making steady progress towards camp. They should be here in about three hours, assuming they don't change direction."
This seemed to satisfy Chris. "Very well. Please keep me informed."
The cameramen nodded.
After twenty-five minutes, Duncan's hair was free from any green, and he was able to cut down most of the black as well. It sure as hell didn't look good, but it was goo enough.
"Too bad I don't have anything greasy," the punk lamented as he looked at his reflection in his knife. "I could shave my head real easily. He sighed and rubbed at his soul patch. He clipped away what he could with the scissors and then followed up with his knife. It hurt like hell and he cut himself a few times, but he managed to scrape off most of the hair on his chin. He ripped a clean piece of his shirt off and dabbed at his slightly bleeding chin absentmindedly as he finished up.
Satisfied with his head, he cut away the blood-soaked shirt of the dead man with his knife and balled it up, sticking it under a medium-sized rock at the base of a tree. He wiped the blood on his hands off on his shirt, then removed the camera, shoes, and socks from the dead man.
He was now looking at a half-naked cameraman. Looking grossed out, he reached down and unbuttoned the mans pants, wriggling them off with difficulty.
"You can keep your undies," he told the corpse before stripping off his shirt and pants. He donned the mans spare shirt and the fortunately blood-free pants and tested his movement. They were a tad big, but it wasn't too noticeable. The shoes were a good fit. He put the handgun and the radio off to the side for a moment, feeling a thrill at having the gun in his hands.
He felt something heavy in the mans pocket. He reached inside and pulled out a wallet. Opening it, he found the drivers license of the man and located the name. "Jared Robertson". He was glad that Jared didn't have pictures of a smiling family in his wallet.
Now came the hard part.
Duncan grabbed the man by his legs and dragged him over to a nearby tree, propping him up against it. He spent five minutes getting his old blood-soaked shirt over his head and down his arms. It took another ten minutes to get the pants on. He clasped the spiked choker around his neck.
He scratched his cheek, tired from his work, and suddenly laughed. "Wow, that would've been really bad." he said out loud, reaching up to his eyebrow and removing the piercings. He did the same with his ear piercings and his nose piercings.
Feeling a bit queasy, Duncan inserted the piercings into the dead mans face. Thankful that he was almost done, Duncan took a step back and admired his handiwork.
"If he was just a little more beat up, it could work," he muttered, drawing his knife.
Queasy, but fueled by adrenaline and his will to survive, he slashes some deep cuts in the mans face, marring it.
He stepped back again. Still not good enough. Another idea struck him.
"I'm insane," he gulped, looking back from the way he had initially came.
Duncan breathed heavily, dragging the dead body by its legs behind him. He was almost there. The backpack and camera were strapped to his back and the radio and handgun were now at his belt. The granola bar he had eaten had filled up a little but he was still famished and irritable.
Eventually he saw the cave. There was no bear. That was good.
Duncan dragged the body over to a tree and propped the poor bastard up by the knees, so he looked like he was crouched down.
Duncan then crept over to the cave mouth and braced himself. "YEAAAAAARGH!" he screamed into the cave, immediately bolting back and diving behind a thick grove of bushes. He peeked his head out and waited.
Forty five seconds later, the bear lumbered out, hackles raised and snorting aggressively. It did not look happy. It noticed the crouched dead man and walked on all fours over to it. He bent down and sniffed the corpse, before giving a little grunt and swiping at its head with a massive paw.
It wasn't an aggressive swipe, but Duncan heard a loud crack as the man's head slammed back into the tree.
Duncan tried to watch as the bear slowly mauled the dead corpse, poking, clawing and gnawing at it with minimal interest, but found it to be a bit too gruesome. He turned away, and only when he heard the bear give a final little yip and lumber back into its cave did he peek out.
The body was an unrecognizable mass of tattered flesh and shredded clothing. Duncan breathed a sigh of relief. He would buy that that was him. The skull on his shirt was still very noticeable and the metal glints of his piercings stuck out among the sea of peach and red.
Duncan fumbled for his radio. Making his voice a little higher and much more nasally than it usually was, he gripped the radio and radioed in. "Hey, uh, I've found Duncan, over." he said, doing his best to sound grossed out yet unafraid.
Chris's voice radioed back. "Copy that…uh, who is this?"
Duncan gulped. He knew Chris wouldn't know his name and that he, as a "cameraman", should know this. He quickly took off the camera on his back and examined it, seeing "CMR-041" emblazoned on the side, answered "Cameraman 41, over."
"Cameraman 41," Chris repeated, "that's…uh…let's see…" he eyed another cameramen, "Uh, yeah, I don't know his name. What is it?"
The cameraman sifted through a notepad on the desk and located the correct name. "Jared Robertson."
"Okay, Jared. Good work. Tell him he has to find a way back to camp."
"Uh," the voice said, and trailed off. There was an awkward pause.
Chris groaned out loud, "is he dead?"
There was a few seconds of silence. "…very."
"Damn," Chris cursed, slapping the table. "What happened?"
"Well I dunno exactly, but he's really messed up."
"Set up the camera, we'll look at the live feed." Chris ordered.
Duncan could hardly breath. Was this actually working? He set up the camera, thank God it was simple enough, and aimed it from twenty yards away at the corpse.
There was a few seconds of radio silence before Chris spoke up. "Get closer, I can barely see it from there? Why are you so far away?"
"There's a cave right there," Duncan said, pointing the camera towards said cave, "I dunno if like a bear mauled him or something and is in there, I don't wanna end up like him."
"Do it." Chris ordered, and Duncan winced from behind the camera, really hoping the bear was all mauled-out for the day.
He crept over and zoomed in on the corpse. It was gruesome.
"Yuck." Chris's voice said over the radio. "Damn, this is such a pain, I'll have to cancel the elimination ceremony…again! And we had just had a normal one, too. Good find, Jared."
The radio went dead for a minute, and Duncan closed the camera.
Another voice came over the radio. "This is head cameraman here, calling all units back to camp. Duncan has been found and confirmed dead. The other four will be approaching camp shortly."
Anxiously grinding his teeth, Duncan packed up his gear and headed back, using the GPS in the bag to find his way back to camp.
"Hey, wait a minute," LeShawna said, looking around, "This place seems familiar." She noted an oddly shaped rock with a red mineral streak in it, "Yes, we're close to camp!"
She raced ahead of the group, and the three were quick to follow her.
Sure enough, the buildings of the camp could be seen in the distance, and they saw Chris sitting on the Mess Hall steps, scrolling through something on an electronic device.
LeShawna was the first to approach him, followed by Justin, Geoff and finally Beth. They were all gasping for breath.
Chris looked up at them and grinned. "Campers, you made it back!"
"I was first one here, so I win immunity, yeah?" LeShawna wheezed, bending over on her knees in an effort to catch her breath.
"Uh, sure." Chris shrugged.
"So Duncan wasn't the first one here?" Geoff asked, feeling a mix of happiness and sadness.
"Haha, about that," Chris started with a chuckle, but his face faded to annoyance, "Duncan got himself mauled by a bear and killed, so yeah he's out. Kinda ruined the whole point of the challenge, though?"
"So this was actually a challenge?" Beth said, "I mean, we didn't have any gear or anything to help us get back, it was basically a stroke of luck that we all met up and came back the right way.
"You're right," Chris agreed, "We'll just have to redo it better, tomorrow."
"Redo it?" LeShawna groaned, "I do not wanna go back out into the wilderness. That sucked!"
"Too bad," Chris told them, "Your cabins have been recovered and replaced. You won't have to vote anyone off tonight since Duncan died." A thought struck him, and he picked up his radio. "Oh yeah, Zolkoff? Let Duncan's dad know that his son bit it, and that he'll be released once the show is over. I don't want him causing any more trouble."
A mumbled reply was heard on Chris's radio. The host, apparently satisfied, returned his attention back to the campers. "You are free to go."
The four campers dispersed.
(Confessional: Geoff.)
Geoff sighs heavily, head and shoulders drooped forward miserably. "Rest in peace, Duncan dude. You were a great friend, bro. I'll win it for you." Geoff lightly taps his chest with his fist. "It's gonna be mad hard to win now, what with it being three-versus-one, but I gotta prevail." His face goes from depressed to determined. "I have to."
(Confessional: Geoff.)
(Confessional: LeShawna.)
LeShawna shakes her head, "Poor white boy. Duncan was tough, I'll give him that. But he ain't as tough as me," she proudly points to herself, "He and Courtney tried to take me down but guess who's still here and they ain't? I'm winning this thing!"
(End Confessional: LeShawna.)
(Confessional: Beth.)
"Well, I've made it through another round," Beth says with a tired smile. "Getting close now, I'm starting to really believe I can do this!"
(End Confessional: Beth.)
(Confessional: Justin.)
"Duncan was one hell of a threat, I'm lucky he was eliminated." Justin admits, "I admire his strength, I doubt I'll ever forget him. But he's dead and I'm not." He takes a deep breath, "However, I think it's time I do something important…
(End Confessional: Justin.)
It was now night time, and the four remaining campers were in their respective cabins, settling down for the night.
"We're in luck, girl," LeShawna said happily, "Even if Geoff wins immunity tomorrow, we can just oust Justin. Either way, we're both guaranteed a spot in the top three!"
Beth smiled too, "we totally got this, all the way to the finals!"
"Absolutely," LeShawna agreed. "You know I ain't gonna go easy on you though, right Beth?"
"Of course not," Beth assured her quickly, "c'mon LeShawna, I'm not an idiot."
"I know, I know," LeShawna sighed, "I just want to keep it real with you real, girl."
"I appreciate that."
"Now get some sleep, we gotta day of kicking ass tomorrow," LeShawna told her mousy friend.
"You got it!" Beth settled into her blankets.
Geoff had been quiet.
Justin was not surprised.
The party boy had meekly crawled into bed, and was staring at the top of the empty bunk above him. He did not look tired.
"Geoff," Justin started.
"Yeah?" Geoff's voice cracked.
"I've reconsidered your offer, I'm game to join you." Justin told him.
Geoff sat up in bed. "Huh? Why?"
"I've rethought my options." Justin told him. "If you win immunity tomorrow, I'm dead. If you don't and they axe you, then they're gonna two-versus-one me and I'm dead. But if I join up with you, we have a chance to take them down and that gives me a better shot at the final two than sticking with them."
Geoff grinned, "glad to hear it, man."
"Don't take it personally," Justin warned, "I'm only doing whats best for me."
Geoff nodded, "So did you tell LeShawna and Beth you're gonzo?"
Justin hid a smirk, "No, I thought it might be better if I didn't."
Geoff looked a little put out, "Well its not how I would do it, but if you wanna be sneaky, I'll take what I can get."
Justin laughed, "Y'know Geoff, sometimes you really are a smart guy."
Reg sat in his room, bored as all hell.
The door opened, and Zolkoff entered.
Reg looked up, unamused. "What?"
"Your son is now dead." Zolkoff grunted, "You shall be released when show is over."
"Why not right away?" Reg demanded, a sinking feeling in his gut after learning of his sons death.
"Because Chris does not want you causing any more ruckus?" Zolkoff wagged a huge finger disapprovingly. "Stay good, and you will not get hurt. Goodbye, puny man." He took his leave.
Reg stared at the floor as the reality of his son's loss overcame him.
He would not cry. He would get his revenge.
Duncan was in Jared Roberston's bed. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. He had to hold out for just a couple more days, a week at most, and then he'd be free.
What then, though? He would be a wanted criminal, probably. The Canadian government would be salty, that's for sure. He'd have to escape to the United States or something.
But he couldn't worry about that now. He had to just make it off this island and take it one step at a time.
It was going to be a tough few days for the delinquent.
"Well, a rather boring day on Total Drama Island," Chris sighed, "We've said goodbye to Duncan, one of the biggest power players on the show! Who will be leaving us on the next episode? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!"
Remaining Campers: Beth, Geoff, LeShawna, Justin.
Execution Order: Izzy, Owen, Noah (Saved), Eva, DJ, Gwen, Tyler, Sadie, Cody, Ezekiel, Lindsay, Katie, Sierra, Harold, Bridgette (Saved), Trent, Alejandro, Heather, Courtney, Duncan (Possible Escapee).
Injury List/Altered Visuals:
Tyler - Broken Ankle (Not So Happy Campers, Part 2).
Courtney - Broken Nose (Not Quite Famous).
DJ - Mauled (The Sucky Outdoors).
Sadie - Shaved Bald (Phobia Factor).
Geoff - Injured Hand (Who Can You Trust?).
LeShawna - Injured Bottom (Basic Straining).
Heather - Serious Concussion (Brunch Of Disgustingness).
Beth - Food Poisoning (Brunch of Disgustingness).
Trent - Food Poisoning (Brunch of Disgustingness).
Courtney - Minor Jellyfish Stings (That's Off The Chain).
Heather - Head Injury (Hook, Line and Screamer).
Geoff - Fractured Wrist (Trial By Tri-Armed Triathlon).
Duncan - Shaved Head, Shaved Face, No Piercings. (Camp Castaways).
Reasoning:
So, the "Reasoning" is tough to do because Duncan has not died or escaped yet. He's stuck in limbo. He is/was one of my favorite characters to write in the competition, though.
- Will Duncan successfully escape?
- Who will be going home next?
- Did you enjoy the chapter?
So yeah, Duncan is stuck on the island. Everyone thinks he is dead, but all he has to do is not blow his cover! Will he prevail? What about the other four, what will happen to them? Stuff is happening, and we're in the endgame phase!
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