Total Drama All-Stars: Remake Chapter 26: The Obsta-kill Kourse Part 2, a total drama series fanfic

(AN) "Hey, Xebla, you took two months to write a 20,000 plus words chapter, and yet, it took you longer to write a shorter chapter?!" I understand your internal complaint, but I have an important reason for it.

Almost two months ago, I came across a four video series explaining how to create a successful business out of YouTube. Like many others, I was sceptical about it. But I clicked on it and watched the whole thing. By the end of the series, I was hooked. I've suddenly had a huge motivation to achieve big dreams and possibly help my parents to pay off their debts. So, I joined their online business and learnt TONS of stuff!

I meant what I've said on my profile when I said I was going to retire from writing FanFiction stories. I need something new to keep me busy, and I've found it with this online course. I won't say what they are called because you'll know it when you'd find it on YouTube. I WILL finish this story! But making YouTube videos will be my higher priority.

(Disclaimers) I do not own Total Drama or any of their characters. I do, however, owns the mutants' personalities.

Underground Town

Douglas stopped walking and stood near the cave. His antennas twitched as he gulped. This would be difficult. No amount of preparation would help him for this scenario. However, his conversation with his mother last night had provided him with the courage to arrive here. He was inside. According to several observers, he hadn't left his room since last night. But despite no one could understand his pain, he shouldn't suffer alone.

He took a deep breath and then slowly poke his head into the cave. Fang was resting against the wall, staring out into emptiness. Judging the mess surrounding him, and his bruised hands, it confirmed what the other mutants had said about the rampage they heard earlier.

Douglas would have to be careful around the shark. The last thing he needed was to set Fang off on another rampage and put the others and himself at risk. He stepped into the cave, never taking his eyes off of Fang, who didn't seem to acknowledge his existence.

Douglas moved closer. Still no reaction from Fang. He moved closer, oblivious to a tiny pebble he accidentally kicked over to Fang's tail, making contact with a tiny tap.

The shark's eyes widened. His scream echoed in his cave, causing Douglas to let out his own scream and jumped back. Fang crawled backwards to the corner, and look where it touched his tail. He let out a sigh, seeing it was only Douglas.

It didn't ease Douglas, though. Despite Fang hadn't lashed out at him this time, he couldn't bring himself to slow his heartbeat down. He watched a friend who he admired for a long time tremble before him. It felt like he just witnessed Fang transformed into a cowering child. It wasn't until now he saw how terrified Fang can be, and that only frightened him more.

Neither could bring themselves to say anything. They didn't move for a minute before Fang frowned and leaned his head against the wall. He hated letting others seeing him this weak, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him to leave.

Douglas finally brought himself to stop shivering and gulped. He approached his friend little by little until he found himself standing beside Fang, who remained still. He raised a front leg towards the shark to give him comfort, only to pause. As Fang had demonstrated earlier, a simple contact would be enough to set him off again.

He lowered his leg, sat against the wall, and rested against his arms. He glanced at Fang, who seemed to stop trembling, but resumed staring out into emptiness. The mutant beetle looked around the ruined room once more and let out a sigh.

Emptiness or not, Douglas would be here for Fang. The mutants here had seen the shark as their protector. Now it was Douglas's turn to protect Fang from succumbing to darkness.

Clearing

Mal was seen traversing a set of jungle gym bars. He glanced down warily at the snapping turtles circling the water below and jumping at him in multiple attempts to eat him.

"Mal is first to reach the snapping bars!" Chris said, "Followed by Trent and Brick!"

Mal looked behind him, seeing Trent already traversing while Brick climbed to the top of the jungle gym.

Trent yelped and lifted his legs, barely missed a snapping turtle launched itself at him, "I should've seen this coming," He said, rolling his eyes, "Smooth name, Chris."

Mal narrowed his eyes and continue traversing the bars, surpassing the halfway mark. He reached out for the next bar when he saw a pair of green eyes snapped open on said bar, staring at him. He screamed and recoiled his arm, but the loss of his concentration had caused him to lose his grip and fell into the water below. He resurfaced, spitting out water. He looked back up at the bars but didn't see any eye this time. He heard growling and noticed the turtles surrounded him. He screamed as the turtles leapt at him and started biting him.

Trent laughed while Brick smiled.

Mal resurfaced again now covered in bruises and lumps from where turtles had bitten him. He pushed away from the turtles and swam out of the water. He got to his feet, only to collapse on the ground, revealing his arms covered in same swollen sores.

Chris cackled as Chef drove the jeep by Mal, "It looks like Mal may be out of commission!"

Confessional: The turtles probably thought they saw Mal's head as cabbages. They'd reek, though.

Brick: As satisfying it may be to watch Mal receiving some well-earned turtle bites, something seemed off about him. Well, more so than usual. Just as he was about to reach the next bar, he screamed and recoiled his hand as if it was on fire. (He raised a brow at the camera) What was that about?

Mal: Since when does jungle gym bars has eyes? But most importantly, it's the same eyes from this morning! (He stared at the floor in disbelief) What's the fuck is going on with me? Why am I so scared? (He narrowed his eyes at the camera, and jabbed a thumb at himself) I should be the one everyone be afraid of! (He growled) When I'd see Fang again, he's got some explaining to do.

Trent smiled up at Brick, "This is our chance to take the lead!" He continued traversing the bars.

"Got that's right, soldier!" Brick said, crawling forward.

Sierra reached the jungle gym and hang from one bar to another all while keep looking behind her in case a certain creature was trailing her. She looked ahead and gasped, seeing the other contestants. She increased her paces and reached the boys in seconds, "Guys! Noirwor is watching us!"

Brick paused, raising a brow at her, "Who?"

"Save it, Sierra!" Trent shouted, almost reaching the other side, "We've gotta stop Mal from winning immunity!"

"But immunity isn't gonna matter if Noirwor- ow!" Sierra looked down, seeing a turtle's biting her foot. She glared at it, "Go chew on someone else's feet!" She kicked away the turtle with her other foot, but she accidentally launched it toward Trent where the turtle dug its teeth into his butt.

Trent screamed. He removed one hand from the bar to pry the turtle off of him. However, his muscles gave out and he lost his grip on the bars, pummelling him into the water.

Sierra and Brick cringed, watching their friend screamed in pain as biting was heard off-screen.

Hearing Trent's crying out in pain, Mal groaned and looked behind him. He widened his eyes, realizing the others were closer than to his liking. He clenched his teeth, fighting the pain as he pulled himself to his feet and ran ahead.

A moment later, Trent pulled himself out of the water, now sporting the same injuries as Mal, and lay on the ground. He groaned, prising two snapping turtles from his back and forehead, and threw them overhead into the water.

"Oop," Sierra said, embarrassed, "Sorry, Trent!"

Trent looked ahead and groaned, seeing Mal was increasing the distance between them. Brick and Sierra reached the other side of the jungle gym and kneeled beside him.

"Trent, are you okay?" Brick asked.

"Forget about me," Trent said, lifting his head, "We can't let Mal surpass another round."

"Guys, about Noirwor-" Sierra said.

"With all due respect, Sierra, this isn't a good time," Brick said, glancing at her.

"He's right," Trent said, narrowing his eyes at her before pushing himself to his knees. Brick wrapped his arm around him, helping him get to his feet.

Sierra opened her mouth to argue, only to close it. She wanted them to know about Noirwor as soon as possible before it would be too late. Noirwor outweighed Mal's by million tonnes on the threat scale. However, the boys were right. All they could focus now was to eliminate Mal from the game. He had been a major thorn in their sides for a majority of this season. But if she helped to stop him, the other would have to listen!

"I'll catch up to Mal!" Sierra said before running off.

"C'mon!" Trent said to Brick before pulling himself from the cadet and ran off as well albeit slower.

Brick nodded and followed his friend, "Right!"

Courtney and Scott had finally arrived at the jungle gym, hairs frazzled from receiving multiple shocks from the electrical wire. They could see the others were heading for the next obstacle.

"We're losing precious time!" Courtney said to Scott before turning her back to him and bent her knees. She pointed to her shoulders, "Get on my shoulders! I'll help you get onto the bars!"

"Got it!" Scott said, climbing onto Courtney's back before using the bars to help him get on her shoulders.

Feeling Scott's weight digging into her shoulders, Courtney gritted her teeth as she climbed the jungle gym. Scott gripped the bars above him and slid off of Courtney. Not long after he started traversing, a turtle launched itself out of the water and clamped its teeth onto Scott's left butt cheek. He yelped in pain.

"My left butt cheek!" Scott shouted before a second turtle launched out of the water, clamping its teeth onto his right butt cheek, "My right butt cheek! What's so chewable about my butt?!"

Courtney gripped the first bar, "Hold on, Scott! I'll pull them-" She didn't finish her sentence, watching Scott lose his grip and pummelled into the water.

Scott screamed and flailed as the turtles surrounded him and dragged him underwater. Bubbles appeared on the surface.

Courtney groaned, "I'm coming, Scott!" She dangled stock-still on the bars as if her hands were glued on. Her eyes filled with despair, "Oh, who am I kidding? Even if I help him, he probably won't switch side with me," Her eyes watered, "What's then? I could pick him and Mal off, but I'd still have to face the others. Trent, Sierra, and Brick all like each other more than they'd ever done with me," Tears trickled down her cheeks, "Does that mean I'll lose? Again?" Her voice choked out. She sniffed.

She shook her head and widened her eyes in disbelief, "What am I saying? I'm Courtney Barlow! I can do anything when I'd put my mind into it!" She narrowed her eyes, "So snap out of it! You've got a dirt farmer to save!"

Her hands still glued to the bar as she stared at the water below. She wasn't sure if she could call it water anymore. It looked awfully like green jelly. She trembled, watching Scott panicking in green snot. Each time he extended his arms, a trail of green snots appeared underneath. She looked away and shudder in disgust. She widened her eyes, seeing a pair of eyes appeared on green jelly. It was staring at her. She never stopped screaming as she quickly reached the other side of the jungle gym and ran off, completely forgetting Scott, who was still struggling in the water.

Confessional: If that was chocolate, I'd jump into it no matter what!

Courtney: (She had her hands to her mouth, stopping herself from vomiting. It didn't stop her from looking green) God, I hate green jelly. (Her cheeks bulged again)

Scott: (He was sitting in a fetal position, shivering. He was covered in bite marks) S-so many t-teeth...

Sierra entered the open field. She narrowed her eyes at Mal up ahead. She sprinted. Her long legs had allowed her to decrease the gap between them.

Confessional: Would it be funny if the show only shows the contestants' legs? It'd be like old cartoon shows!

Sierra: Sure, it would totally be better to let Mal suffer under Noirwor's wrath, but Mike and his other personalities are still inside him! The need to help five innocent people outweighed one nasty guy!

"Mal! I need to tell you about Noirwor!" Sierra shouted.

"I'm not falling for non-existence bullshit!" Mal shouted.

"Oh, yeah? Have you ever seen a pair of green eyes lately?"

Mal widened his eyes and screeched to a halt by the rocks. He snapped his head at Sierra, who reached him. He gripped her arms, staring into her eyes, "What did you just say?"

Sierra winced, feeling Mal's fingernails digging into her skins, "So you did see it. The eyes frightened you too?"

"No, it didn't," Mal lied, "When did you see it?"

"By the rope slope. I saw its body, but I could only make out its eyes."

Mal pulled his hands away, allowing Sierra to rub her arms, "I saw the same thing this morning. I thought it was a dream until I-" He stopped himself and then narrowed his eyes at her, "Wait a minute. How do I know that wasn't you?"

"Knowing your reputation, I wouldn't risk my life to spook you."

Mal remained silent, but never stopped staring at her suspiciously, "So what do you know about this 'Noirwor'?"

Sierra opened her mouth to answer his question, only to receive a leech to her forehead. She yelped in surprise and fell to her knees. The leech already swelled up with her blood.

Mal widened his eyes, "What the fuck?"

"Forgot to mention," Chris sat on a nearby rock, speaking through his megaphone, "This is Chef's favourite spot to unwind with some leechball target practice! So, you better duck, and you better find cover."

Standing beside the host, Chef fired a leech at Mal, which landed on his face. Mal groaned as he removed the leech from his face. He watched Sierra received more leeches to her face. He looked up and widened his eyes, seeing Trent and Brick running towards him, their faces filled with determination. He looked at Sierra, "We're continuing this conversation later!"

Sierra gave him a weak thumb up as she received more leeches to her face.

Mal jumped behind a nearby rock, barely avoid two leeches aimed at him. After several more leeches hit the rock, he ran off again while shifting his movement to avoid more leeches.

"And Mal maintained his lead!" Chris said.

Brick and Trent caught up to Sierra while dodging a series of leeches. Brick kneeled beside Sierra while Trent jumped behind a nearby rock where several leeches barely missed him. He looked back at them, "Brick, we can't stop for anything!"

"Three heads are better than two, soldier!" Brick said, removing all the leeches on Sierra's face while receiving leeches on his back.

Sierra gave him a smile, "Thanks, Brick!"

Trent looked annoyed.

Confessional: I can't imagine having leeches as a pet! Someone could die by the end of the first week!

Trent: Don't get me wrong, Brick's a great guy! It's good to know there's someone on this show who would never leave you behind. (He frowned) But if we keep stopping for someone, we'll never be able to catch up to Mal! There are priorities. And stopping Mal is number one.

"I'm gonna go on ahead!" Trent said to the pair before running off while dodging leeches.

"Trent, wait up!" Brick stood up, only to have his face covered in already swollen leeches. Feeling the leeches digesting his blood, he fell to the ground. His moan muffled.

"Let's get you out of harm's way!" Sierra said, dragging Brick behind the rocks, but not without receiving a few leeches of her own. She then began to remove leeches one at a time from herself and Brick. Realized she had Brick's undivided attention, she started explaining, "Brick, you should know that Noirwor is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine. It's planning something terr-"

She coughed and then let out a raspy gasp. She blinked and then noticed a leech latching on her swollen throat. She removed it and then attempted to speak again, but she could only make a raspy gasp. She kept trying to form a word, but she was making series of raspy gasps. She growled.

Confessional: She of all people should know by now!

Sierra: (She stared at the camera with a deadpan expression, her throat still swollen. She held up a sign saying "My plot is totally going to drag on for a while, isn't it?")

Courtney ran into the open field and stopped. She had her hands on her knees as she tried to regain her breathing. Despite she was far away from it, she couldn't stop thinking about that disgusting green jelly. Since when did it have eyes? And was it even jelly? Could it be snot? Snot? Eeeewwwww-

She snapped out of her thought and screamed, feeling something hit her legs. She looked down, seeing multiple leeches swollen with her blood.

"Less thinking, and more running for your life!" Chris spoke through the megaphone, grinning.

Courtney jumped and rolled behind the nearby rock, narrowly avoid a series of leeches at her. She removed the last leech from her legs when she heard teeth clattering. She turned around and gasped. Scott had his arms around himself, trembling. His body was covered with bite marks and swollen leeches.

"Y-you left me b-behind!" Scott shouted at her. Although his voice was filled with anger, there was fear in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to do that! I-"

"I c-could've died!" Scott fell to his knees, "T-turtles are so v-vicious!" He was about to shout more when Courtney threw her arms around him.

"I'm sorry," she said, careful to not to rest her chin on Scott's shoulder to prevent spreading his germs on her, "I shouldn't have left you behind in green jelly. My fear had got the best of me," She closed her eyes, "I promise I won't do it again."

Scott blinked. He stared at her before allowing himself to show a small smile.

Confessional: It's kinda sweet! You think they'll bring leeches to their first date?

Scott: (He was still covered in swollen leeches) Every time people see me get eaten, they would laugh at me! And I would've done the same with them! (His eyes softened) But Courtney? She's actually sorry and hugged me right away. My own sister, Albertha, would only hug me if I give her the sharpest stick either of us could find. (He glared at the camera) Never gonna happens, Al! And I should've held a grudge against Courtney like I did with Sierra, Fang, most of the Revengers, and a mailman! And yet, I couldn't bring myself to do that? Is this what happened when I feel something for a girl? Ugh! It's so annoying! (He slammed a fist into his heart) Quit it! (He stopped glaring and lowered his arms) Still, her hug was kinda nice. (He showed a small smile before raising a brow at the camera) And what's with her mentioning green jelly? I wasn't drowning in it. (He scratched his chin) But I guess being eaten by snapping turtles was kinda distracting.

Courtney: I didn't expect Scott to forgive me for abandoning him. My plan remains intact. That's good. I have to make sure I don't make the same mistake again. (She sniffed herself and winced) So I wouldn't have to keep giving him apology hugs. (She looked annoyed) Would it kill him to take a shower every once in a while? Or better yet, every day?

Now free of leeches, Courtney and Scott ran out of the rock, determined to make up for lost times. However, it didn't last long as Scott screeched to a halt and stared ahead, eyes widened.

Courtney stopped and looked back at him, "Scott, come on!"

Scott paid no heed to her as he never took his eyes off one of the few things he never wanted to see again. His heart hammered against his chest, watching faint black lines moved around on a green egg. Everything went silent when he heard a crack. His pupils became small as he watched cracks formed on the egg. A piece of it flew off. Behind it was a pair of green eyes, glaring into his soul.

Scott screamed and ran off in the opposite direction while flailing his arms.

Courtney widened her eyes and chased him, "Scott, you're going the wrong way!"

Scott stopped screaming and screeched to a halt by the snapping bars. The sight of turtles snapping its teeth at him was all he needed to turn around and scream his head off once more. Courtney screeched to a halt, watching Scott ran past her. She groaned, turning around.

Scott ran across the field, not knowing the eerie egg had long but vanished. His feet were in the air, feeling like someone had pulled him back. He looked behind him, discovering his backpack's straps had caught in the bush. He slipped out of his backpack and ran off.

Courtney removed Scott's backpack from the bush and chased after him once more, "Don't ditch your pack! You'll get a penalty!"

Scott didn't heed her words nor the leeches landed on his body, too busy running while screaming his head off.

Confessional: Why is it so funny to watch a terrified person running for their life?

Scott: (His panic-stricken eyes were showed while he shook the camera) FUCK THE MONEY! JUST GET ME OUTTA OF THIS HELLHOLE! (He screamed)

Courtney: (She had her eyes closed while taking a deep breath) One million dollars, Courtney. That's your goal. Never take your eyes off the prize.

Mal popped his head out of the rock, looking at his surroundings before jumping behind a different rock, avoiding a series of leeches aimed at him. He carefully poked his head out and smirked, seeing the cliff up ahead. He chuckled, "Immunity, here I come!" He crept out into the open, only to have his backpack snagged on the bush. He tugged his pack, realizing it wouldn't come out. He growled, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

He yelped in pain, feeling a leech struck his forehead. More leeches flew at him. He screamed in frustration as he used his arms to cover his face, but leeches kept raining down.

Seeing Mal trapped, Trent smiled and increased his running, "Okay, this is where your immunity run ends, Mal!"

He was moments away from reaching Mal when he saw leeches flying towards him. He would've raised his arms over his face to block them if he didn't watch them all vomiting a green hand. It felt like Trent had frozen in mid-air. He couldn't bring himself to breathe all of the sudden as he stared at multiple green hands reaching out to him. His pupils shrunken, hearing people's crying out in despair in his mind. Was that- The leeches struck at his face. The next thing he knew, he found himself sliding across the ground and stopped beside Mal, who finally freed his backpack from the bush.

After removing the leeches, Mal stared down at Trent and smirked, "Oh, that's gonna leave a mark. Here, let's me help you," He grabbed the back of Trent's shirt and grinned, watching him choke in pain from receiving a knee to his stomach. He dropped him to the ground. He kneeled beside him. The sight of a teenage boy in a crumpled heap filled him with delight, "No, wait, that will leave a mark," He ran off, cackling.

Trent groaned, gripping his stomach. Brick and Sierra had reached him.

"Trent! Are you okay?" Brick asked, kneeling beside him.

Trent coughed as he slowly got to his knees, placing his hand on where Mal kneed him. He turned around and watched him getting ahead of him. Just as he did throughout the entire challenge. Each time he thought he could catch him, Mal slipped through his fingers. Only this time, the leeches threw him off.

He can understand they could vomit green hands since they might be mutants, but how he can explain the screams? He kept hearing it in his mind. He knew it wasn't his, so who was it? He can hear the pure agony in their voices. It was awful. Why was it happening? But it seemed to increase its volume whenever he looked at Mal. Could it be everyone who fell because of him?

If that was the case, he refused to let Mal slipped through his fingers again. Never again!

Brick and Sierra stared at Trent in shock, watching him letting out a creature-like roar and jumped in the air, shaking off the leeches in process.

Confessional: It's his turn to enter rage mode!

Trent: (He glared at the camera) Forget taking a page! I'm devouring Eva's book!

Mal skidded to a halt by the edge of the cliff. He found himself staring at the river below before looking over the chasm before him. There was a long zip-line connecting both cliffs.

"Told yah you were in for a real treat!" Chris spoke through his megaphone from the other side of the cliff, "This is it, maggot: the final obstacle! All you gotta do is to get to where I'm standing, alive!"

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Mal asked, irritated.

"Hello, backpacks!" Chris pointed at his own back.

Quickly took the hint, Mal quickly threw his backpack to the ground and opened it. He pulled out a helmet and harness, "I see. Zip-lining."

Ignoring the worried stares from Brick and Sierra, Trent sprinted ahead thanks to his renewal energy provided by rage. He could feel his teeth grinding, seeing Mal affixed his harness and T-bar to the line. He threw his backpack away and swung his arms harder, propelling himself to run faster.

No longer than three seconds after launching himself across the chasm, Mal heard a roar behind him. Out of curiosity, he looked behind him and widened his eyes, watching Trent launching himself off the cliff's edge and grabbed his legs. He grunted. Their combined weights were making them faster, but it put a strain on Mal's harness.

Shock at seeing their friend putting himself at risk, Brick and Sierra reached the cliff and quickly dropped their backpacks to the ground.

"We've gotta hurry!" Brick shouted, pulling out his harness.

"Ride together. Increased weights. Faster!" Sierra said, finally regain her ability to speak albeit poorly.

Brick affixed his harness and T-bar to the line, "Good idea!" After feeling Sierra's arms and legs wrapped around him, he ran off the cliff, "And away we go!"

They left just as Scott had arrived, too tired to scream anymore. He bent forward, had his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. He stared at the zip-lining before glaring at Chris. He cupped his hands over his mouth to increase the volume of his voice, "You didn't say we were gonna... need our packs!"

Courtney arrived at the cliff, looking annoyed, "Then it's a good thing I took it with us!" she said, throwing Scott's backpack in front of him. She removed her own and fished out her equipment. She then tied her hairs into a ponytail.

Scott blinked at Courtney's kindness, "Oh, uh-"

"Quit staring and get moving!" Courtney shouted before launching herself off the cliff, determined to catch up with the others.

"The race for last place begins, as the race for first is about to end!" Chris said, excited at the nail-biting race to the finish, "Mal and Trent looks unbeatable!"

A vein popped out of Mal's forehead, feeling Trent tugged his legs in an attempt to pull him down into the river. He growled, "Get off my legs, NOW!"

"Never!" Trent said, glaring up at him, "I'm taking you down! Remember?"

"The only thing I remembered was you bending to-" Mal let out a scream similar to Malcolm's a few days ago, feeling Trent's teeth piercing into his leg. Luckily, his jeans had softened the pain so it wouldn't be enough to make him bleed. Not enough to spare him from pain, however.

Brick and Sierra let out a collective gasp, watching a calm friend they knew was biting someone's leg even if it someone like Mal.

Trent kept digging his teeth into Mal's leg as hard as he can. This was the best he can do since he didn't want to risk losing his grips on Mal for trying to slide up his jean's leg to deliver more pains. He didn't want to resort to Mal's level, but with the finish line in his sight, desperate times called for desperate measures. Hopefully, it would be enough to bring Mal down with him.

Mal growled in pain and anger. It was bringing back unpleasant memories. Nobody gets to bite him and gets away with it! He would be sure to punish him soon. But for now, he needed to get rid of Trent immediately! The metal hook connecting to his harness looked like it couldn't sustain their combined weights any longer.

Letting out a roar, Mal poured all of his furies into his fist. He never stopped ceasing his series of punches towards Trent's head. Trent dug his teeth into Mal's leg to alleviate the pain. Mal slammed his fingers into Trent's eyes, causing the latter to scream. Seeing him loosen his grip for a moment was all he needed to slam an elbow at Trent, knocking him off.

"NO!" Trent extended his hands out but he only grabbed the air as he plummeted into the water below.

At the same time, Mal's harness couldn't handle his weight any longer and snapped off. Mal screamed and grabbed the edge of the cliff. He sighed. He climbed onto the cliff. He groaned, feeling the pain from his right leg flooded to his whole body. He snarled, vowing in his mind to punish Trent as soon as possible.

"It's now or never, Sierra!" Brick shouted, watching Mal's hopping towards the finish line.

"Right!" Sierra said.

Brick widened his eyes, watching the cliff formed a pair of green eyes and stared directly at him. He screamed. His panicking had caused Sierra to fall into the river. His harness had broke. Luckily for him, he managed to grab the edge of the cliff before he could fall. Fighting against all the pain he received today, he gritted his teeth as he pulled himself onto the cliff.

Courtney gasped, astonished by Brick's sheer determination that could almost match hers.

Confessional: Can anyone here be allowed to compete on Ultimate Beastmaster?

Courtney: Today, Brick got burned by boiling water and had at least twenty percent of his blood consumed by leeches, and he still mustered enough energy to climb the cliff? And let's not forget all his previous injuries during this past season! These are enough evidence as to why I cannot face him in the finale. If he can handle all that, the toughest and most dangerous finale won't be enough to keep him down.

Scott, on the other hand, he'd only lasted this long in this challenge because I helped him. I mean, have you seen his body? It's still a wonder he can keep himself on his feet all the time. As far as physical goes, even Cameron could defeat him. (She smiled) And that's why he'd be the perfect finalist for me to face. As long as I keep him by my side and make him believe we're in love, chances are, he could let me win! (She closed her eyes, folding her arms) It's a win/win situation!

Brick pulled himself on top of the cliff and then looked ahead. He sagged his shoulders and groaned, seeing Mal had just hopped over to the finish line and then fell to the ground.

"And Mal earned himself a spot in the final five!" Chris said, grinning.

Still hearing people's wailing in his head, Trent roared and slammed his fists into the water. Sierra floated away from him, not wanting to get caught in his rage.

Hearing Trent's succumbing to despair, Mal allows himself to let out a tired chuckle, only groaned once more, feeling the pain in his right leg.

Confessional: You have failed! Would you like to try again?

Trent: (He had bags under his eyes, couldn't bring himself to look at the camera) I made a promise to myself to take down Mal today. (His shoulders slumped and he had his hands on his face) And I blew it. Again! (He groaned) This sucks hard.

Mal slowly get to his feet as Chris watched Courtney and Scott zoomed past them. Crashes were heard off-screen. Chris chuckled, "Bonus ouchies! You can count your bruises while I'm counting the elimination votes tonight! Mal's safe tonight from the Flush of Shame, so who's going home, I wonder?" He had his finger on his chin as he glanced at the remaining contestants.

Brick walked over to Mal. Both then exchanged glares. Scott rubbed his head while Courtney removed her hairband to bring her hair back to its usual self. Sierra stared warily at Trent, who stared blankly at the water as if he was looking for answers.

While the question about who's the toilet's next victim plagued their minds, their sense of fear and despair had unknowingly decreased.

The camera moved back to the other cliff, showing a green egg resting on top of it. There were now four black lines moving around the egg. Green feet with claw stepped over to it and picked up the egg. It then walked off off-screen, satisfied with its result.

Underground Town

A dim cavern wall was all Fang could see. A rattling snore was all he could hear. He glanced at Douglas, who had fallen asleep a few hours ago, unable to bring himself to stay awake after sitting in silence for so long. Fang, on the other hand, couldn't bring himself to close his eyes any more than a second. His mind filled with Noirwor's terror. Falling asleep meaning he'd be exposed to nightmares. He would then jolted himself awake and get into panic mode again, possibly harms Douglas this time. And even then, he couldn't tell if he was awake or not. Noirwor had ways of making him see things that weren't there.

He looked at his bruised hands and then at his mutated body. How did he get here? How did he reach a point in life where he gained an ability to walk and breathe on land and then became Noirwor's bitch? He still remembered why he came to the island. Getting revenge on that purple haired bitch for making him lose his snack in Hawaii. The next thing he knew, he gained another enemy in Tooth Stealer.

His life may feel like hell right now, but his desire of getting revenge had never hindered. They still need to pay. He had to uphold the code that had passed down through his generations.

How did it go again?

'Don't let anybody knocks you down and turn you into a slave. If they push you around too much, you'd eat them.'

He could hear his Mama's voice as she spoke. His eyes softened a bit. It was the first time he had thought of her voice for ages. The more he thought about her, the more his mind drifted off to the past.

A past where he was once a regular shark.

Fang's Flashback

Fang watched Mama with a bored expression on his face. He drowned out her voice, paying more attention to the boat behind her. It was floating idly by the surface, waiting for it to claim another shark for their meals. He narrowed his eyes at it. These bastards need to pay! Sharks get killed left and right because of these humans! Let's see how they'd like it if-

He snapped out of his thought, feeling a fin slapped on his head. He blinked and stared at a larger shark, not bothered by her glares.

"Fang, pay attention!" Fang's mother said in shark language, "Losing your concentration for a moment will be enough to be killed!"

Fang rolled his eyes, "Yes, Mama."

"What did I say about rolling your eyes at your parents?" Fang mother's glares deepened.

"It's disrespectful," Fang said in a tone that he had repeated many times before.

Fang's mother nodded, "That's right. However, you have every right to be angry at the humans. At long as they're patrolling the water, our reputation for being the deadliest creature in the sea is gone! If we can kill a human every time they'd disturb our territory, no one will ever look down on us again!"

Fang and Papa nodded in agreement.

"So here's the plan! You two will slam both sides of the boat while I jump out the water and eat them in mid-air.

"Then wouldn't it be better if you'd slam the boat while I jump out of the water since I'm-" Fang stopped speaking, seeing his panic-stricken Papa gesturing him to be quiet. He looked back at Mama and gulped. He couldn't look away because he was told to confront his fears in the eyes, and nothing was more terrified than his mother's glare, piercing into his soul, "Never mind, you do it," he said, a hint of fear in his voice.

Mama gave him a stern nod and then nodded her head at the boat, gesturing him to carry out the plan.

Not wanting to argue with his Mama, Fang and his Papa swam over to the boat. Believing they were far away enough to be out of her hearing range, Fang whispered to Papa, "Thanks for saving me, Papa."

"Female of all species are sensitive to their weights," Papa whispered.

"Even humans?" Fang said, eyes widened.

Papa nodded albeit frowning, "Yes, including them. They'd say the male is the strongest, but if your Mama has taught me anything is that female is stronger because they have to overcome more obstacles."

Fang remained silent. Papa was his rational parent. Whenever a plan went wrong or when he and his Mama argued, Papa would find a way to resolve the problems. He made up for Mama's lack of patience and consideration. He was the one Fang would come to whenever he needed advice. If it wasn't for him, he and Mama had maul each other long ago. They still love each other, but they would always rely on Papa in order to stay as a team.

They reached the boat. Fang moved to the right side while Papa moved to the left. They rested their bodies against the boat so they would be harder to be seen. Got in position, the pair nodded at Mama, who returned the gesture. She began to circle around the boat, forcing herself to go faster at each lap.

Fang watched his Mama swam past him. He looked to his left, only to see her swam past him again. Seeing her pure determination, he couldn't help but admire his Mama. If she had a plan, she would stick to it until she'd succeed or failed. And no amount of failure would stop her from getting what she wanted. A smile appeared on his face. Sure, he and Mama didn't see eye to eye all the time, but they shared the same drive to achieve their goals. His family was filled with fighters, and he was proud to be one.

After finishing her eighth lap, Mama made a sharp right by Papa's side and launched herself out of the water. Fang and Papa began to slam themselves onto the sides, causing the boat to rock back and forth like trying to cross a rough sea.

While he kept slamming the boat, Fang stared up at the surface with anticipation. Nevertheless, a smile remained on his face as he thought of his Mama's ripping the humans to pieces. Any second now, he and Papa would see body parts falling into the water, allowing him to inhale blood to increase his hunger.

Thirty seconds had passed.

Then it turned into a minute.

Fang stopped smiling and halted his slamming. Something was wrong. Mama would've been back by now with human's part in her teeth. Maybe she was showing off her skills to Papa? Yeah, it had to be it. He swam around the boat and felt his whole world had come crashing down.

He didn't know what terrified him more, the two harpoons sticking out of Papa's body pulling him to the surface or staring into Papa's lifeless eyes. There was blood spilling all over him, almost as if he was about to disappear in a red mist.

"PAPA!" Fang shouted as he swam rapidly towards his father, watching him gets dragged out of the water. He launched himself out of the water and clamped his teeth onto Papa's tail. He wasn't going to let the humans take him away! He glanced at the boat and widened his eyes.

Ignoring the blood splattering all over the boat or the humans facing him with sharp weapons, he stared at all the gashing wounds on his Mama. From the look of her lifeless eyes, it looked like she was feeling ashamed after failing to take out any human. He always knew he could lose his family this way, but it didn't prevent him from feeling his heart broken.

He looked at the man standing beside her, carrying a spear. The tip was coated in blood. He growled, which caught his mama's killer attention. His hat had covered most of his face, but he can see his bushy ginger beard. The fisherman gave him a smirk and then nodded at his comrades.

Fang opened his mouth and pummelled into the water, barely avoid two harpoons flying at him. He then saw the boat began to pull away.

"NO!" He shouted as he chased after the boat. However, the distance between them was growing every second. Still, he didn't relent and kept swimming.

And swimming… and swimming. Minutes later, the boat disappeared into the big blue. And yet, he never stopped his chase, swimming in the same direction he believed where the boat was heading.

After hours of non-stop swimming, Fang finally slowed down and stop, empty on energy. He thought back on everything that had happened today. His mind then drifted to his parents.

Fang and Papa were having a laugh.

Mama watched smaller Fang swallowed a fish. She smiled and patted him on the head.

Fang's lips quivered. The thoughts of them were becoming unbearable. He let out a wail.

Other fishes stared at him in confusion, not knowing that a feared predator had just lost his entire family.

Unlike before, there was no tear for Fang to shed. He moved on from his parents' death, and yet, he's never forgotten the humans who killed them. He hadn't seen them since that day. One day, however, he would find them and avenge Mama and Papa. He didn't know when but plans were forming in his head on how to enact his revenge when he heard snoring. He glanced down at Douglas, who was still sleeping beside him.

His expression didn't change, but for some reasons, his desire to kill his parents' murderers had disappeared. Why? What was it about Douglas's sleeping that made him forget his past? He didn't deny that he was one of his closest friends. Perhaps the closet friend. Despite he lashed out at him earlier, Douglas still came by and sat beside him. No words were exchanged, but he was there for him. When Mama and Papa died, he had no one to comfort him since everyone was afraid of him. He was suffering from depression, and unlike last time, someone was there for him.

Come to think of it, every time he and Douglas interacted, Fang felt himself warmer. He knew he admired him for developing a lot in past months.

As if someone had taken over his thoug- No wait, that wasn't Noirwor, it was himself moving his hand towards Douglas. He rested his hand on his friend's back and gently stroke his back. His eyes softened a bit before returning to his neutral expression. Hearing his friend's purring had made his cold heart defrosted a bit. He didn't really think of him as a son. Kinda too mature for him to be a kid. Still, it didn't stop his mind from imagining Douglas's wrapping his legs around him whereas Fang was about to return a- Wait a minute...

Was he… developing a feeling for him?

The question was quickly moved to the back of his mind. It wasn't something he wanted to think about right away. Too damn depressed for it.

He looked down at Douglas's peaceful smile and his heart defrosted a little more. He may not be able to protect his previous family, but he refused to repeat the past. Noirwor may be scary beyond belief, but he would do whatever it takes for the mutants. His… new family.

Beach

"Get me out of this, this instant!" Mal shouted, rocking his body on Sierra's shoulders. He couldn't bring himself to escape from the ropes around him thanks to Sierra's weaving basket skills. Only his head and feet were visible. Sierra was walking across the campground to meet up with the others on the beach.

"Hey, quit it!" Sierra shouted, gripping Mal's legs harder, "It's the only way we can have a meeting in the most civilise way possible."

"TYING ME UP IS NOT CIVILISE!" Mal shook harder, finally escaped from Sierra's grips, but landed face first into the grass. His groan muffled.

Sierra had her hands on her hips, "You said you wanted answers. This is the only way you'll get it."

Mal lifted his head and spat out grass, "Fine."

With no further argument, Sierra hoisted him over her shoulders and then continue walking until she reached the beach and saw the others, "We're here!"

Mal looked incredibly annoyed as Sierra made him sat on the sand. He could feel his face becoming red, seeing Trent nearby, staring at him. He growled.

Trent returned a piercing glare.

Courtney's widened a bit, seeing Mal's ankle where Trent bit him was covered in bandages, "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said Trent bit him," she said to Brick.

"Why are we here?" Scott asked, impatience. He didn't want to be anywhere near Sierra unless if he could watch her gets hurt.

"During the challenge, I've been trying to tell you all something extremely important, but I kept getting interrupted by something or someone," Sierra gave a quick glare at Brick and Trent. The former looked ashamed while the latter continued to exchange glares with Mal. Sierra stepped in between the pair, "So do me a favour and ZIP IT!"

She glared at everyone. Seeing that everyone remained silent, she coughed before resumed talking, "Now, have any of you seen a pair of green eyes at some point today?"

Brick raised a hand, "As a matter of fact, I did! I saw it on the cliff wall! That's why I lost control!"

Trent gave him an annoyed glance, "Seriou-" he said until Sierra pressed a finger to his lips, gesturing him to be quiet.

Courtney widened her eyes, "Now that you've mentioned it, I happened to see the same thing, but by the snapping bars."

"Same," Mal said, glancing at Sierra, expecting her to gesture him to be quiet, but she remained quiet instead, "And it happened before when I woke up this morning."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Scott said, trying to wrap his mind around this revelation, "You saw Fang's egg too?"

Mal raised a brow, "Fang's egg? I'd certainly remember it if I've seen it today."

"But he did go on about it earlier," Courtney said, thinking back on how Scott suddenly panicked and rambled on about a green egg.

Sierra looked at Trent, "What about you, Trent? Did you see anything stranger than usual?"

Trent never stopped glaring at Mal, but his eyes became distant. He can still hear them. He can still hear innocent people as if they were screaming directly into his ears.

"Trent!"

Trent snapped out of thought and looked at Sierra, who looked annoyed by his lack of answer, "Oh, sorry." The screams had disappeared albeit not entirely. He looked at the others, "I didn't see green eyes like the rest of you were saying, but I had leeches flying at me. It vomited green hands and then I heard screaming." His eyes became distant again, "It sounded like they were crying out for mercy. As if… they were begging me to put them out of their misery."

Out of sympathy, Brick placed a hand on Trent's back, but it caused the latter to yelp in surprise and jumped back. Trent stared at Brick as if he was going to set him on fire. He sighed, "Sorry… it just… I couldn't stop hearing it until the challenge was over. It wasn't as bad as it was earlier, but I can still hear it."

The other contestants stared at him in shock.

Sierra stroked her chin, "Hmm… If we're only seeing what we're seeing, then Noirwor must've used hallucination!" When she saw the others giving her a confused look, she resumed her explanation, "When monsters create hallucinations, its usual purpose is to terrify others by showing them things-"

"We know what hallucination is!" Mal shouted, "What's your point?"

"All the things each of us saw must've been a warning!" Sierra said, "Someone on Boney Island told me that Noirwor has plans for the finale. He wasn't specific about it, but I know it's something terrible!"

The other contestants exchanged glances.

"No offend, Sierra, but I find it hard to explain for all this," Courtney said, "After all, the hallucinations were probably created by toxic waste still lying around on this island. We've seen it in the mine."

"Erm..." Brick said, looking uncertain whether he should tell them about his close encounter, "Speaking of mine, I… may have seen someone with green eyes."

Sierra widened her eyes, "Was it Noirwor?"

"I don't even know! At first, I thought it was Jo, but her body mutated into a mutant gopher. The next thing I knew, I was running for my life!"

"What happened afterwards?" Trent asked, eyes widened.

"I've never seen it again," Brick said before wrapping his arms around himself, "But for a moment there, I thought I was gonna die!"

"That's not any different than being on this show!" Scott said, looking annoyed, "I swear, Fang's gonna be the death of me one day," He widened his eyes, a thought had occurred to him, "Say, is it possible that Fang may be this so-called Noirwor?"

"What gives you that idea?" Courtney asked.

"It was a while back, but when I was exiled on Boney Island to look for statues, I saw Fang. He multiplied his eyes and they were glowing green!"

"Hmm… based on what you and Brick said," Sierra said before widening her eyes, "Noirwor can shapeshift!"

"You mean…" Brick said, "What I saw in the mine was that guy?" His body began to shiver and was moments away from losing his bladder control again.

"It has to be!" Sierra said, "I mean, does anyone remembers another mutant that can shapeshift?"

The contestants exchanged glances. During their encounters with the mutants for the past two seasons, they've seen them used unforgettable abilities. Shooting lasers from their eyes, breathe fires, teleported, and developed the English language. However, none of them have had come across any mutant that can shapeshift. All except one who just remembered it now that Sierra had brought it up.

"Actually, I think I've seen Fang changed into a different form by the Fun Zone," Mal said.

"You think?" Sierra asked.

"It happened at night time! I didn't get a clear sight of him!" Mal shoot her an annoyed glare, "But I followed him for a little while because there was something about him that caught my interests."

"Like what?" Courtney said, raising a brow at him.

Mal was silent for a moment, "It's hard to say. I believe the best answer I can give you is that we shared a similar atmosphere to terrify others by our presence."

"Sound like you've found your BFF," Trent said, rolling his eyes.

Mal glared at him with pure hatred, "Or perhaps yours?"

Trent stared at him as if he was speaking an alien language, "What?"

"You said you heard screaming in your mind. The rest of us couldn't hear them. So why only you can?" Mal continued talking before Sierra and Trent have a chance to speak up, "Was it them who ordered you to gnaw my ankles? Was it Noirwor? Or better yet, are you Noirwor?"

Feeling every pair of eyes turned to him, Trent glared at Mal, "That's bullshit!"

"Is it?! If Noirwor can indeed shapeshift, how do we know he isn't here right now posing as one of us?" Mal glared at everyone, challenging them to prove him wrong.

But they couldn't. The contestants exchanged glances and felt the atmosphere amongst them had changed. At this late in the competition, trust can be more fragile than ever. But Mal's question regarding Noirwor had pushed it to the edge. A single push would all it needed to shatter it.

"It could still be Fang!" Scott said, looking at Mal, "You saw him shapeshift so-"

Mal rolled his eyes, "That doesn't prove anything! With a shapeshifter around, you can't trust anyone." He looked at Sierra, "Why are you telling us all this? What's to gain from it?"

"It's so that Noirwor wouldn't catch any of you off guard," Sierra said.

"So how do we stop this Noirwor?" Courtney asked.

Everyone looked at Sierra as if she was prepared to answer this question right away. Instead, she looked disheartened and sagged her shoulders, "I don't know."

"Wow, 'Hero of the Year', everybody," Mal said, sarcastically, "I can't wait for my nightmares to come tonight."

"Then why don't you leave?" Trent asked in his cold voice, "You can escape him, but you'd still have to deal with everybody you'd hurt on the Playa Des Loser."

Couldn't resist the growling in his voice, Mal pushed his arms against the rope, trying to fight his way out of the rope. The other contestants watched, remained wary in case Mal had succeeded. But he didn't. He sagged his shoulders and let out an irritated sigh.

"Doesn't feel good to be on the other side, huh?" Trent said, smirking at the sight of seeing someone he despite most to be helpless for the second time now.

"Oh, this other side is a picnic on the fucking meadow compare to what I can give you once I'd get out of-" Mal shouted before Brick interrupted him.

"If the Noirwor situation is as serious as Sierra claimed to be, should we bring back the night watch? We can make sure that none of us gets taken away in the dark!"

Sierra looked uncertain, "I really don't think it would've made much difference."

"So you'd rather we become sitting ducks for Noirwor to pick us off?" Scott said, annoyed, "Make up your-" He widened his eyes before glaring at Sierra, suspiciously, "Unless that's exactly your plan!"

Sierra raised a brow, "Excuse me?"

Confessional: Oh, boy, dirt farmer had dug up a light bulb!

Scott: (He grinned) That's how I can kick off Sierra! If I make everyone so paranoid about (He fingered crossed) "Noirwor," they'll be running around like headless chickens! During the chaos, Mal and I can vote for Sierra! We wouldn't need to drag someone to our side!

"You seemed to know a lot about this so-called Noirwor," Scott asked, laying a finger on Sierra's shoulder, "Do you have any proof that you aren't that guy?"

Knowing immediately what Scott was doing, Sierra returned a glare, "I would've let you and the others drive yourselves insane from paranoia while I haunt you at night."

Scott stroked his chin, "Hmm, and specific too."

"This is ridiculous!" Courtney shouted, catching everyone's attention, "We're not gonna get anywhere if we'd spend all this time trying to figure out whether if one of us is Noirwor or not!"

Trent nodded, "I agree. What we really should be focusing on is how to get Mal off the island tonight."

"I have immunity!" Mal shouted.

"It didn't save Sierra in World Tour," Trent said, pointing a thumb at her.

"He's right," Sierra said, not looking thrilled as she explained her pleasant memory, "On episode twenty-three, Chris disqualified me for-"

"I know what happened!" Mal shouted, "I don't need a fucking-" He suddenly found himself dragged to his feet and the next thing he knew, he crumpled on the ground, reeling in pain from his stomach. He let out a mixture of groaning and coughing. Saliva trickled out of his mouth and onto the grass beneath him. Even that didn't deter him from giving Trent, who knelt before him, a look of utter hatred. Unfortunately, he was too far for him to clamp his teeth on his pathetic face.

Courtney, Sierra, and Scott stared at Trent in shock. After everything Mal had done in this competition, there was no surprise that there were some contestants who would love to give him the taste of his own medicines. He would definitely be branded evil if a nice guy like Trent would be willing to slam a knee on someone's stomach.

"Immunity or not, I can still fulfil my promise to send you home," Trent said, glaring at Mal. He stopped glaring, felt a hand gripping his arm and yanked to his feet. He looked at Brick, who gave him a look of a mother's disapproval of seeing her child's bad behaviour.

"Trent! A word, please!" Brick said before he dragged the confused musician closer to the water, enough for Brick to believe no one would hear them. He removed his grip and narrowed his eyes further, "That was completely uncalled for you to stoop down to Mal's level!"

Trent looked offended by what Brick just said, "Uncalled for? Mal had been hurting everything from the moment he took over Mike's body!"

"But that's just it! For every damage you're delivering to Mal, you're also delivering it to Mike! And that guy had already been through a lot in his life!"

"He chose to come here, right? So it's not my fault he had decided to come on this show to get his ass kicked!"

"It's still no excuse for giving him ass kicking."

"Zoey was terrorized by that guy! What excuse that doesn't give her the right to kick his ass?"

"She'd only kicked his ass to stop him from winning the boat race challenge!"

"And yet, she's got her ass kicked off the island on the same day!"

"Can we please desist from saying ass and kicking now?"

"You're still doing it!"

"Boys, if you're going to have a private conversation, can you please do it somewhere else?" Courtney asked, hearing the entire conversation due to the boys' shouting. Scott and Sierra also stared at the pair.

Trent snapped his head at her, "Shut up!"

Courtney looked taken aback, only to frown a second later.

"Hey, if you're gonna yap at somebody, yap it at me!" Scott said, glaring at him. Nobody shouted at Courtney and gets away with it.

"You shut up too!" Trent shouted, giving him the middle finger.

"See-!" Brick stopped himself, forcing him to speak at a lower volume, "See? This whole thing is giving us bad influence. If we keep going down that path, we wouldn't be any better than Mal."

"That's all the more reasons why we need to get rid of Mal right now," Trent said before turning around to walk back to Mal, only to have a hand on his shoulders, stopping him, "Brick, what are-"

He blinked once, and that was all it took for him to found himself covered in green leaves with ropes strapping his arms to his sides. He widened his eyes and gasped. He snapped his head at Brick, who was tying the last knot on his back, "Brick, what's the hell are you doing?"

Brick finished with the knot, "I'm doing this for your own good, Trent." He walked around him, making sure the musician can see him, "You need to have a seat and calm down. Take Mal out of your mind until tonight."

"What? Brick, I'm fine! Mal isn't! We have to-" Trent watched Brick grabbed his shoulders, turned him around to face the ocean and then pushed him into a sitting position.

"What you're going to do is to watch the beach. It's a great way to clear your mind," Brick patted Trent's back and gave him a smile, "Enjoy."

Trent opened his mouth to shout at him to untie him, only to have no word to come out. He shifted his focus to the ocean before him. The more he stared at the sun gleaming down on the water, the more he forgot about Mal. He showed a relaxed smile.

"Whoa..." Courtney blinked, seeing not only a minute ago when Trent was aggressive with Brick, "Brick, what did you do?"

Brick held up his bandaged arm, "I used the same morphine leaves with my cast and made a larger size. He should calm down within five minutes."

"Oh, can you teach me that?" Sierra asking, smiling.

"I'd rather you don't!" Mal shouted, not wanting the fangirl to transform him into a mummified morphine body.

"It's not gonna last forever, though," Brick said, glancing at Trent, "It'll wear off in an hour. Hopefully, by then, Trent will act more rationally."

"Or he would become addicted to your morphine," Mal said, deadpanned.

Courtney struck her hand on Mal's neck, causing him to roll his eyes to the back of his head and then slumped to the ground, out cold.

Sierra looked at Courtney and smiled, "Can you teach me that?"

Confessional: I can teach you! Wait a minute, I don't have hands! Aw!

Sierra: (She smiled at the camera) Mission accomplished! Everyone is now aware of Noirwor! (She stopped) So… how do we stop him?

Brick: (He had his hand on his head) God, the drama here is getting more intense every day. (He looked at the camera) If this keeps up, one of us could actually die! (He smiled) I'm confident that's not the case today. Mal's still tied up, and thanks to my modified morphine outfit, Trent will be back to normal in no time!

Trent: (Swaying, still wearing his morphine outfit. He'd been singing) Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do… (He let out a childish laughter before falling onto the floor)

Campground

Courtney sat on the Spa Hotel's porch, staring at her lunch. Even if the food was in good condition, she wasn't in a mood to eat anything right now. Two things were plaguing her mind.

She could've been surprised that Trent had resorted to inflicting harm to Mal. However, she had seen that side during the boxing challenge where she and Trent were pitting off against Gwen and Duncan. Didn't that happen earlier this week? Supposed participating in a death-defying reality show can make time fly by. Like Brick, she hoped Trent's desire for vengeance would decrease by nightfall. She may need him should the others decide to vote off Scott.

And then there was this Noirwor. She would've brushed it aside as nothing more than a pathetic ploy to throw off her game. After all, by next week, someone would be crowned the winner. But after what happened today, she wasn't sure. The eyes appeared out of nowhere and turned the water into green jelly. Although, Sierra did say that it could use hallucination. That would've explained it. What didn't explain was why did she cried at that point. It wasn't like her to feel hopeless during the-

"You're gonna finish that?"

Courtney snapped out of her thought and looked up, seeing Scott stood in front of her. Seeing that he was eyeing at her lunch, she gave it to him, "Knock yourself out."

Scott blinked as he held up his hand, "Knock myself out?"

"Not literally!" Courtney shouted, her eyes widened.

Confessional: There are people I'd like to see knocking themselves out.

Courtney: (She shook her head in disbelief) I think being mauled by a mutant shark may have caused an impact on Scott's intelligence... if he has one to begin with.

Scott swallowed a piece of Courtney's sandwich and then spoke up, "Trent sure is making himself the nut-job on this island."

"At least he tried to stop him," Courtney said, frowning.

Scott paused in mid-chew, but then closed his mouth once he saw Courtney gave him a grimace of disgust of seeing food in his mouth, "Speak up, you idiot!" His brain yelled at him. He swallowed his food and showed a fake guilt, "Oh, yeah..." He brightened up, "Hey, thanks for saving my bacon at the challenge. I probably would've been snapping turtles' happy meal."

"Well, we're a team," Courtney said before showing a small smile, "We sticks together."

Scott took another bite when the word 'together' echoed in his mind. He found himself standing on a balcony of a huge mansion thanks to his prize money, now looking like his healthy self in season four. He laughed and pointed at Sierra, Chris, and Fang's gravestones in his smelly pigsty.

He stopped, feeling a pair of arms wrapping around his stomach. He glanced behind him, seeing it was Courtney hugging him. She flashed him a smile.

Scott returned a grin and pumped his fists in the air.

But as if life had slapped him across his face, the camera panned back to reality, showing him flailing his arms as his face was becoming blue. And like in his daydream, Courtney wrapped her arms around his back, only she was using abdominal thrusts

Scott's cheeks swollen before coughing out a drool covered piece of sandwich. His face reverted to his usual pale as he regained his breathing. He didn't acknowledge the glare from Courtney, who removed her arms, allowing him to drop to his knees.

"Next time, swallow first then think!" Courtney said.

Seeing him giving her a weak nod, she sighed. It was times like this she wondered how Scott didn't accidentally kill himself by now. But a new question had pushed that question to the side, knowing she had a more pressing issue to deal with. She looked back at Scott, "Do you need my help to vote off Sierra?" she asked.

Scott stopped gasping for airs and snapped his head at her, eyes widened.

Confessional: That's one way to help someone forget they almost died.

Scott: (He pumped his fists in the air) HELL YES! She wants to vote off Sierra just like I do! (He rubbed his hands, snickering) I can't wait to see the look on her face as she's flushed down the toilet!

While Courtney watched Scott jumping and cheering, neither of them were aware that someone was giving them a piercing glare. The camera panned to the right, showing Mal by the porch's corner. He was freed from ropes. He frowned deeper and then the camera zoomed into his mind.

Inside Mike's Mind

Mike and Chester walked through the door, entering a new room. Mike blinked, "Where are we this time?"

They were in a dark spherical futuristic hallway but there were bright electrical pulses on the walls. At the end of the hallway, they could see a long tube.

"This place is where you can go anywhere you wanna be," Manitoba said.

Mike nodded at the tube, "And that tube?"

"It takes you to the central nervous system," Chester said, "Which is where you'll meet up with-"

"Mal," Mike said, staring at the tube. It not much longer to reach Mal now...

"Come on!" Svetlana said, walking over to the tube, "Let's not delay the inevitable!"

"Yeah, totally!" Mike said, smiling albeit nervously. He followed the others, getting closer to the tube. The end was near, meaning he would have to confront more memories.

Memories he never wanted to resurface for the rest of his life.

The closer to the tube which would've taken him to Mal, the stronger he felt his heartbeats. So strong, he could hear that two words in rhythm with his heartbeats.

Woof woof! Woof woof! Woof woof!

"Gah! Stop gripping me like a cat's post pole!" Chester shouted, feeling Mike's grips tightened on his ankles.

Mike yelped in surprise and dropped Chester, who groaned in pain until he felt his back. He showed the biggest smile the others had seen him, "Well, hot dog! My back feels great again!" He hopped to his feet and did a little dance until he screamed, feeling a crack on his back. He reverted to his usual demeanour and slumped his back, "Oh, never mind."

Mike glanced at Chester, "Sorry, Chester. It's just…" He couldn't find himself to speak again as he looked his surroundings. Manitoba was right. There were hallways in all direction leading to this room. He looked up at the tube, which extended to the ceiling. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Vito, who gave him a sympathetic look.

"We get it, dude. No one wanna face whatever's happening upstairs. But this is the only way to stop Mal!"

"He's right, mate," Manitoba said, "It's either facing your worse fear and gets your body back or letting Mal takes control forever."

After taking a quick look at the tube, Mike gulped and nodded, "You're right. I have to do this." He gave them a smile, "Having you guys around will make it a lot easier for me." He stopped smiling and became disheartened when he saw his alternates personalities exchanged wary glances, "What?"

"This is where ze bad new comes in," Svetlana said, twirling her hair as she found it difficult to look at Mike despite her confident self. "We can't come with you."

Mike's eyes widened, "What? Why?"

"You and Mal have been around the longest," Manitoba said, "You have the connection with the body that the rest of us can't."

"But I can't do this alone! I'll get creamed up there!"

"There won't be cream up there, that's for sure," Chester said.

"You guys don't get it! We're all here because Dawn helped me escape," he said before staring at the floor, "Mal could have all kind of tricks to take me down before I could even lay a finger on him."

"But you didn't lez ze past obstacles stop you!" Svetlana said, smiling at Mike, "Think about your performances in gymnastics. You'd never gave up until you completed it!" She looked at Chester, "Right?"

"How could I know? I fell asleep after his first two or three lousy performances!" Chester said before letting out a sigh, "But he did manage to find me in the graveyard."

"And who's else could've played the didgeridoo well or out-dance and humiliated Vito in front of his people?" Manitoba pointed a thumb at Vito, smirking.

Vito looked offended, "Oh, hey! Ayo!" He hated it when his pride gets stabbed, but eventually, he sighed and slumped his shoulders, "It's true."

Mike lifted his head and looked at his alternate personalities. Ever since he received them, they'd been nothing but multiple pain in his backside. Always embarrassed him at the worst possible time as their desires to take control of his body. But when he defeated them last year, something had changed in their relationship; they began to respect him. There were still times that each of them expressed their desires to take the main seat, but they all agreed that they'd rather have him to take control than Mal. And as if they were friends, they were encouraging him to take on Mal for the final showdown.

Friends.

He showed a small smile, "Aw, thanks, guys." He looked concerned, "But what gonna happens if I'd leave you all? What if you'd get captured again?"

Manitoba waved him off, "Eh, don't worry about it! It'll be a lot harder to capture all of us the second time around."

Chester rolled his eyes, "But you'll be the first if you keep yapping away like that." He ignored the glare he receiving from Manitoba.

"So what are you waiting for, dude?" Vito said to Mike, smirking. "Get your ass in the tube and kicks Mal's ass for us!"

Mike chuckled, "Right, right. Sorry, guys." He stepped into the tube and the door slid shut as he turned around to face the others. He had a quick look around the tube. Now that he'd been inside, he realized there was only room for one person. Guess they were telling the truth when they said they couldn't join him. Still, it would've been a lot easier for him to confront Mal. He looked back at the others a second before they disappeared in a blink, finding himself moving upwards like an elevator.

He took a deep breath. There was no going back from it now. He would have to tackle not only Mal but also his worst nightmares. This was gonna suck, but the sake of his other personalities, his friends, and Zoey-

He widened his eyes a bit. Oh, my gosh! Had Mal did something to her? What would Zoey think of him after finding out he lied-

He shook his head. No, Mike, this wasn't the time to go insane about it. You can do that after dealing with Mal.

After taking another deep breath, he narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists, and stared upwards, "I'm coming for you, Mal."

Bonfire Ceremony

The tensions couldn't be any thicker as the remaining contestants sat on stumps and steel drums respectively, waiting for Chris to arrive.

Everyone at some point gave a glance at Mal, who somehow freed himself from Sierra's ropes. Based on him kept clenching his fists, he looked like he was mustering up all of his willpower to not attack anyone in his sight.

Trent looked calmer than he was at the beach, but he still showed a slight look of contempt towards Mal, which didn't go unnoticed by Brick, who appeared to be lost in his thoughts.

Courtney glanced at Scott, who was resting his elbows on his knees. He had his hands over his mouth, hiding his devious grin from Sierra, who seemed more focus on the area in general. It was as if she was checking if something would make an unexpected entrance.

They watched Chris and Chef arrived at the scene, initiating another elimination. Chris flashed a grin at them, "Greeting, campers! We've started off with nineteen of you! Now it's down to the top third! But who will miss out on this season's Fab Five?"

"I have a good idea," Trent said, giving a calm glance at Scott, who then glared at Sierra.

"Me too," Scott muttered, barely hiding his excitement.

"Cool!" Chris said, grinning at the tension, "Now gets voting!"

Confessional: Who will be the first contestant in the final quarter to be eliminated?

Mal: (He showed a photo of Trent with a cross over him along with the words, "Dead Meat!") I have almost considered letting you stay just so I can be your walking nightmares.

Sierra: (She crossed an X on the photo)

Courtney: (She showed a photo of Sierra with a cross over her) You're more tolerable when you're not stalking us. And despite your warnings about Noirwor, you need to leave so Scott can trust me more. Everyone seems to forget we're still in the competition.

Trent: (He crossed an X on the photo and then showed it to the camera, revealing to be Scott) Since we can't vote off Mal, we can still take away his ally.

Brick: (He stared at the photo in his hand in deep thought. However, a hint of remorse was showing)

Scott: (Flashing the camera with a smug smile, he showed a photo of Sierra. She was sporting little devils horns, an evil goatee, and a mustache) I win, Uber Bitch. (He laughed)

The contestants watched Chris pursed his lips as he checked each photo, "Interesting…" He picked up a marshmallow, "I've tallied the votes. There are six of you, but only five marshmallows on the plate. The camper who does not receive one will be plunged down the giant toilet."

The contestants exchanged glances.

"But first, a marshmallow for today's winner, Mal!" He threw a marshmallow to Mal, whose face remained stoic. Trent frowned.

"Next goes to Brick!" Chris threw a marshmallow at Brick, whose face was also stoic.

"And Courtney!" He threw one to Courtney, who caught it but glanced at Scott, who looked confident.

"Scott!"

"Huh?" Trent widened his eyes.

Scott caught his marshmallow and smirked at Sierra, who looked nervous.

"Trent. Sierra," Chris said, "Some may have never imagined you two have more in common than one would think."

"Trent, despite you were on the heroes team, had your actions today had unveiled your true colour?" Trent frowned deeper.

"And Sierra, you've proven to be decent when you're not stalking human beings, but could stalk a supernatural creature can have consequences? You both declared vengeance on taking down Mal, but one of you is about to fail. The final marshmallow goes to…

…

"Sierra!" Chris threw the marshmallow at Sierra, who caught it and let out a sigh of relief.

"What?" Scott looked outraged.

"WHAT?!" Trent got to his feet, eyes widened, "How could I be out?" He looked at the remaining contestants. He didn't need to look at Mal as he already knew he voted for him. Scott looked pissed off at Sierra, who returned a glare as she ate her marshmallow. Courtney could've voted for him, but since she looked shocked by the result, it could be unlikely. He then looked at Brick, who stared at the ground, looking like he couldn't bring himself to look at Trent in the eyes.

Trent gaped as he shakily pointed a finger at Brick, "You?"

Confessional: Voting off a friend can be difficult...

Sierra: (She showed a photo of Trent with a cross over it) I was totally set on voting off Scott until Brick turned up and asked me to vote for Trent instead. I get it. Trent's desire to get his revenge on Mal is over the top negative. It could corrupt him to the point of no return. In episode ten, Brick pulled me out of the pit before I'd get consumed by darkness. So for the sakes of his fans, and his dignity, Trent needs to leave.

Brick: (He drew a cross over the photo and showed it to the camera, revealing to be Trent) Just so we're clear, I've never wanted to vote for you. But you tied my hands. Seeing you biting Mal's ankle and threatening to harm him more has made me concerned for you. Alejandro and Malcolm's fate would be nothing compared to yours if he gets his hands on you! I'm doing it for your well-being. (He sighed) I'm sorry.

Brick stood up and looked at Trent, "Yes, it's me. And I convinced Sierra to help me vote for you."

"How could you do this?" Trent said, looking betrayed, "We could have voted off Scott to weaken Mal's power!"

Scott stopped glaring at Sierra and looked at Trent in shock, "Huh? What are you blabbering about?" He lied.

Trent snapped his head at him, glaring at him, "Oh, quit with the act, everyone here knows you're in cahoots with Mal! You're the only one who would've voted off Eva over him!" He gestured to Mal, who was smirking at the tension.

He flashed a smug smile, "You can't prove it's me!" He stopped smiling, seeing everyone, including Chris and Chef, giving him a deadpan stare. He groaned and folded his arms, "Okay, fine, it was me!"

Trent rolled his eyes, "Asshole."

"Wait a minute," Sierra said, "If Trent voted for Scott and he was in the bottom three, that leaves whoever voted for me were Scott and..." She glanced at Courtney, who now looked uncomfortable. She gasped and looked offended, "Well, I never!"

"Seriously, you too?" Trent said, appalled.

Courtney knew she had to choose her words carefully to avoid as many conflicts as she can, "We're getting close to the end of the competition. Voting off Sierra is a logical move! She's a threat!"

"Yeah!" Scott said.

"Mal's a threat!" Trent shouted, "Unlike Sierra, he's a threat to people's lives!"

"Sierra is to me!" Scott shouted before receiving a glare from Sierra and Trent.

"Courtney, I know you said you didn't want to vote off Trent because he's your friend, but you've never said you'd be siding with Scott!" Brick said.

"You told me Sierra was voting with you," Courtney said, "I couldn't risk having her find out and change her vote to Scott!"

"And I thanked you, honey," Scott said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Courtney glanced at Scott in shock, "Honey?"

"She said we needed to be together no matter what," Scott said, smiling, "I guess you guys could say that Courtney and I are an item now." He was unaware of Courtney gagging a little.

Trent scoffed, "As if she would go out with someone like you."

Scott opened his mouth to argue but Courtney beat him to it, "The heart wants what it wants," she said, showing a weak smile, "Duncan taught me that."

Mal walked over to the pair, "She's right. Scott used his charms to capture her heart and persuaded her to join us." He placed a hand on Courtney's shoulders and then looked at Brick, "And Brick, thanks to your role in voting off Trent out of the goodness in your heart, you just handed me the majority." He gave Brick a smirk.

Brick and Sierra became paled while Courtney looked uncomfortable.

"Yeah, thanks, Brick," Trent said, glaring at him.

Chris clapped to get their attention, "Great rating, guys! Mal, you won today's challenge so which unlucky camper gets to spend a night on Boney Island?"

Mal looked at the remaining players and smirked, "Sierra, since you're such an expert on Noirwor, how about you'd go back and give us more details?"

Sierra shot a glare at him before uneasiness crept in. The thought of Noirwor staring at her during the obstacle course challenge filled her with fear every second.

"And who's the lucky camper gets to join you and Courtney in the Spa-" Chris stopped speaking, staring at the Spa Hotel's crappy condition, "Or what left of it."

Mal glanced at Scott, resisting his urge to give him a glare, "Alliance sticks together, so Scott will join us."

"Yeah!" Scott pumped his fists in the air.

"That leaves only one thing left to do," Chris said, smiling at Trent, who looked all but given up.

Dock of Shame

"Why are you standing over there?" Courtney asked Chris, who stood at the other end of the dock, holding up a megaphone.

"I'm not going down the toilet for the third time!" Chris looked annoyed before smiling at Trent, "Trent, got anyone to root for?"

Trent looked at the remaining contestants with a neutral expression. His heart sank, seeing Mal giving him a mocking smirk. He did everything he could to take down Mal and he still failed. The screaming in his mind had vanished, but the thought of letting his friends down had made him feel worse than ever.

It was no surprise that Scott didn't decide to help him. He knew he played a role in eliminating Eva. So why this would be any different?

He engaged eye contact with Courtney. Even after all she's been through this season, she still put the money forward? Would she'd be like that if Gwen and Zoey were still around? Guess no one would receive their answer to that question.

He glanced at Sierra, who looked away and rubbed her arm. He thought for sure that Sierra would've sided with him to vote off Scott. These two despise each other for a while now. She had a chance to get rid of her enemy and now she would have to stick with him for another day.

He found it harder than he thought, but he brought himself to look at Brick. He could see it in his eyes, telling him to forgive him for voting him off. What was to say to all that?

He showed a glare and answered Chris and Brick's question, "No, I don't."

Chris pressed a button, allowing Trent to disappear underneath the giant toilet. The water splashed all over the remaining contestants apart from Sierra and Chef, who were both on the Boat of Losers. He chuckled, pleased he wasn't soaked for once, "Once again, today had proven that this game can destroy friendships out of greed."

Brick glanced at Courtney, who looked away.

"Since you guys now have a twenty percent chance of winning the million dollars, the stakes will be higher than ever!" Chris said, "You may leave the dock."

The contestants walked out of the dock with two things plaguing their minds. With the game approaching the finish line, it was becoming almost impossible to trust one another. And most importantly...

Who was Noirwor?

Confessional: Achievement unlocked! Final five!

Brick: I made a choice and now I have to live with it. Even though Sierra and I are in the minority, and that Courtney is now in an alliance with Mal and Scott, (He smiled at the camera) I believe voting off Trent was the right choice. Right? (His smile faltered) Right?

Courtney: So here I am, the final five. Scott still trusts me while Mal may be onto me. I can make this work. If Mal wins next time, I'll side with them to vote off either Sierra or Brick. (She narrowed her eyes at the camera) Don't get me wrong, Mal is going the first chance I'd get! It's like a game of chess. I need to bide my time and choose my next move carefully.

Mal: (He lifted his bandaged ankle for the camera) This persuaded me to see reasons. My plan to let Trent's dark side to consume him had worked too well. The last thing I needed was another Eva. (He lowered his leg) But then there this issue with Scott. (He clenched his fists) He didn't vote for Trent like I demanded him to. I know Courtney had played a role in this! I need to have a little chat with her to establish who's the mastermind here. As for this Noirwor? (He shuddered) Just mentioning its name gives me chills. (He narrowed his eyes) It has to stop. I'll use Sierra to gather information so when I'd take it down, I will be the source of everyone's nightmare!

Scott: God damn it! (He glared at the camera) I've finally got a chance to get rid of Sierra, but no, Mal just had to throw his pathetic tantrum and voted off Trent instead! He wanted me to vote with him. (He folded his arms) Not this time. Why? Because I had Courtney who actually wanted to help me. She's probably stuck with us now that Mal has his fingers all over her. (He became nervous and gulped)

Sierra: (She glanced back and forth while tapping her thumbs together) So… I'm going to Boney Island again. A place where I pissed off everyone for destroying Douglas's room. (She swallowed a lump) And on top of that, Noirwor knew that I've told everyone about him. (She looked back at the camera. Her voice almost sounded like a child) Help me.

Chef had already pulled the boat away from the dock, propelling towards the Boney Island. Sierra looked nervous at the island as if it would eat her as soon as she'd arrive.

Knowing this show, it could happen.

Underground

It was almost here. It could feel it.

Sitting alone in its dark green recliner, it paid attention more towards its egg than the several TVs showing footages of this episode. Its hands rubbed the egg's surface. It remained smooth even with the black lines on it moving faster than ever. It couldn't believe how quickly the egg would hatch considering its impregnated Fang no more than forty-eight hours ago. It usually would've taken a lot longer, but the resources on Boney Island and the other island had provided enough energy to increase its speed it needed.

It looked up at the TVs, watching the humans reacted to its hallucination. Despite stumbling across a few of them throughout the competition, this was the first time it had met all the remaining competitors at close distance. By now, everyone should be aware of it.

And it made its felt excited than ever.

Huh? It felt a tremble. It looked down at the egg and saw it trembled again. It widened its eyes. It was time.

It got off the recliner and placed its trembling egg on the ground. It then lied on its front, watching the egg with anticipation. If there was a camera here, you would only see its green hands and its egg.

The unborn offspring trembled more and more each second. Black lines were moving around in blurs while the egg began to glow. It illuminated the room bright green more so than any amount of TV could. The watcher covered its eyes, preventing itself from being blind. It didn't stop it from seeing the glow behind its eyelids.

Everything went slightly black. Was it over? It opened one eye followed by another. The TVs illuminated the room once more, silhouetting the figure from any potential camera it could see.

It looked back at the egg, only to see it wasn't one anymore. What replaced its position was a green slime. It stared at it, waiting to see if there was any reaction.

After a few minutes went past, it extended a hand towards the slime when it paused.

A pair of yellow eyes stared back at it, filled with child-like wonder.

It widened its eyes. It worked… It continued to extend its hand until it rested on top of its offspring, who stared at it with curiosity. It began to rub its head, which caused its offspring to close its eyes and made a cooing sound. This would make its plans moved easier now. It could almost feel itself smiling in its normal form.

When it pulled its hand back, it watched its offspring opened its eyes again. Not happy its parent had stopped stroking its head, it split opened its mouth. It let out a tiny cry, but it was enough to bring chills down everyone's back on this island.

The screen went black and then a neutral albeit inhumane voice was heard.

"Makuta," Noirwor said.

Votes:

Brick: Trent

Courtney: Sierra

Mal: Trent

Scott: Sierra

Sierra: Trent

Trent: Scott

XXX

Trent: 3

Sierra: 2

Scott: 1

Merged: Brick, Courtney, Mike/Mal, Scott, Sierra.

Voted Off: Owen, Lightning, Lindsay, Heather, Cameron, Alejandro, Dawn, Ezekiel, Jo, Duncan, Zoey, Gwen, Eva, Trent.

If I have to be honest, this is probably my least favourite episode. That's one of the main reasons why it takes a while to finish this chapter.

During Island and early Action, Trent would be considered one of the main characters because of his relationship with Gwen. However, it'd all changed when Gwen dumped him due to his number nine obsession. This season, I brought him back because I wanted him to compete without becoming a love satellite. There were times where he was nothing more than a supporting character, but he was still memorable to some degrees.

Some of you might've thought; "Trent isn't a bad guy! He would never be rude to innocent people like DJ or Lindsay in the canon!" I can understand your concerns, but there were times where he showed a not so nice act in the canon. For example, in Island's episode eight, Trent threatened to change Cody's face. Plus, in other fanfiction stories, he was portrayed as a villain. So to me, Trent wasn't out of character with his methods to eliminate Mal.

Whether you've enjoyed Trent's presence in this story or not, this is where he's leaving the story.

FUN FACT: Trent and Eva had swapped positions. But I eliminated Eva first because I felt it was more believable and it gave Trent more depths.

Now that Mike had found all four of his alternate personalities, how will he fares against Mal?

Courtney managed to get Scott on her side, and apparently Mal too! Boy, it would've been the most messed up love triangle ever.

Now that he voted off his friend, can Brick cope with the pressures in this game?

After learning from Douglas, Sierra spilt the beans to the other contestants! And now she has to spend a night at Boney Island again. Oh boy…

Poor Fang… Losing his parents to humans is horrible. I can feel Scott's yelling at me by now. And apparently, he LIKES Douglas?! OOOHHHHHH!

And we've finally got our first glimpse into Noirwor's plan! That offspring its has is spooky as hell!

I can't say the next chapter would arrive earlier than this chapter. My life comes first. But just know that I'll be working on this story even a little every day. I want to get this story finished! I will get it finished!

As always, constructional criticisms and reviews are much appreciated. Please let me know what do you think of my writing style. And please let me know if there are any major grammar errors. I'll fix it right away.

Next time we'd meet again, I hope you'll be ready for my take on the worst episode in Total Drama's history…

Trent: (He frowned) Review. (He looked away) That's how you'll find true friends.