A/N: Oh boy! The first challenge after the teams are dissolved! So the surprises come! And it'll get good. Very good. Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.
"LISTEN UP CAMPERS! AS OF RIGHT NOW, ALL TEAMS ARE OFFICIALLY DISSOLVED! FROM HERE ON IN, IT'S EVERY CAMPER FOR THEMSELVES!" Chris yelled through the loudspeaker.
"Yeah well, it's about time we flew solo." Duncan said. The guys ignored each other.
"Oh I am feeling that! Bring it on Chris!" Leshawna yelled.
"Then get ready for this!" We looked to the lake. The big boat just left, but another boat was coming in its place. Everyone gasped.
"You're fronting me!" Leshawna cried out.
"What? But that's impossible." Heather added.
"Ah man what is she doing here?" Trent said. Everyone was cringing in horror; it was Eva, coming in on the boat.
"Back by popular audience demand, it's EVA!" Chris yelled. She jumped onto the dock once the boat came to a halt.
"That's right. I'm back! And just so I'm clear, not only am I going to kick your asses, I'm going to give special attention to my BACKSTABBING KILLER BASS TEAMMATES!"
"Wait a sec. You said no one was allowed back!" Gwen yelled.
"I did?" Chris asked.
"And once you leave on the Dock of Shame, on the Boat of Losers, you can never, ever ever EVER come back." Gwen quoted.
"Oh yeah that. Yeah, I lied." Typical Chris.
"You can't do that! It's not fair!" Gwen replied.
"Whoa girl, you're reasoning with a loudspeaker. That just does not look good." Leshawna told Gwen.
"She was voted audience favorite?" Heather said.
"Not really. But WE liked her! Also returning to camp, IT'S IZZY!!!!!!" Chris yelled.
"OH NO!" Eva, Bridgette, and Lindsay exclaimed.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Izzy came swinging in on a vine. "Hey guys! Good to be back at camp, even though I never actually left the island. I was living in the woods all this time!"
"But I thought the RCMP hunted you down!" Gwen questioned.
"They tried. But being a wilderness survivor I was swift footed and avoided capture!" She took out a dead fish and bit its head off. Leshawna and Gwen cringed. "Once I was safe among my animal brethren, it was just me against the harsh elements!"
"You call this harsh? It's been warm and sunny all week!" Leshawna replied.
"Not where I was! But luckily I was able to take refuge in the beaver dam. Yeah, I befriended the mammalian beavers who lived there and together we foraged for nuts and berries." Izzy got down on all fours and used her foot to scratch behind her ear. "Boy, I could use a bag of nachos right now!" She let out a howl. "So, what's new with you guys?"
"All righty campers report to the amphitheater where you'll learn all about this week's challenge! MacLean out!" Chris said.
"WOOHOO! ANOTHER CHALLENGE! PARTAY! GIMME 10!" Owen yelled to Duncan, who responded, "Uh dude, you heard the loudspeaker, it's every camper for themselves." We all walked off, leaving Owen hanging. I was just getting comfortable in the cabin when Eva walked in.
"Want my bunk Eva?" Heather tried to reason.
"I want this one! Unless this backstabbing traitor has a problem with that!" Eva trashed Bridgette's surfboard and advanced towards Bridgette.
"Okay, you know what? You can get all up in her face but don't forget we are all here to win." Leshawna said.
"You got that right Sister Thunder-Thighs." Eva growled.
"Oh, oh, oh TELL me the macho mama with butt cheeks tighter than my weave did not just say that!"
"Whoa, time out!" Gwen mediated.
"Can't we just talk this out over low cal snacks?" Lindsay asked from her bunk.
"Whatever. I'm still going to win." Eva threatened and walked away.
"Hey, thanks for stepping in." Bridgette said.
"Oh, my pleasure. Nobody disses Shawny's thighs."
"We should get going to the amphitheater." I butted in. We started walking to the amphitheater.
"Boy, are you in for something! Just take a seat in one of the chairs." Chris snickered. "Welcome to your next challenge: the time honored game of torture, say uncle! You're all about to be put through tests of endurance so insane that some of them sent our interns to the emergency room! If you back down from the challenge or do not last for the required 10 seconds, you will be eliminated. The winner will not only be safe from elimination, but will win this luxurious trailer, yours to take home at the end of the summer."
"What kinds of torture?" Leshawna asked.
"Why don't you ask my lovely assistant?" Chris gestured to Chef dressed in a hockey mask.
"All right. Let's do this! Duncan, you're first up! Let's spin the Wheel of Misfortune to select your torture!" Chris spun the wheel until it stopped. "Turtle puck shots! Our interns spent weeks collecting the grumpiest, angriest, crustiest, hungriest old snapping turtles on the island. While you stand in the goalie net completely unprotected, Chef will fire off turtle slap shots." Chris pushed him to the goalie net. "If you can stay in for 10 seconds, you'll go on to the second round." A buzzer rang out. Duncan gasped. Chef started hitting the turtles like crazy. Duncan dodged the first one, but he was eventually bitten. He made it through though, and that's what counts.
"And Duncan moves on to the next round! Isn't this fun?"
"Yeah, it's a riot."
I was sitting next to Gwen. I pretended not to hear what followed, but I did anyways.
"Whoa. That was harsh." Trent said.
"DON'T talk to me." Gwen looked away angrily.
"You're still mad about the whole bury you alive thing?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I'll never forgive myself for that one. You know, you're totally the last person I would leave buried in the sand if I had a choice." Gwen seemed to lighten up.
"Really? That's so sweet."
"Next up: Lindsay! Your torture is: marshmallow waxing!" Chris suddenly startled me. I gasped.
"Yo girl! You okay?" Leshawna asked.
"I'm fine. Totally fine…" I replied.
"We're going to wax every part of your body. If you can take the pain for a full 10 seconds, you can go to the next level."
"Oh I so need this! I've been dealing with nasty razor stubble for weeks! Try not to wax up my tan okay?" Lindsay dumbly responded. She then screamed, but muffled, because a huge glob of melted marshmallow was put over her face. I looked around. EVERYONE was on edge, even Heather! She kept screaming as Chef pulled off the marshmallow goo. He finally got it off, and she stopped screaming. "OW!"
"Ouch, that had to hurt! I don't think I would've made it through that one." Trent leaned down and whispered to Gwen. I caught every word however.
"That's because guys are total wimps when it comes to two things: beauty and pain." Trent shuddered.
"You got that right."
"Oh my gosh, I cannot believe how smooth that is! Thanks Chip!" Lindsay told Chris.
"It's Chris." e He HeHHHHHHHielsjendflkjnsdjfnsd;alsjiefoinew He showed her to her seat. "Well done Lindsay! Since you didn't even complain once, you get to choose who goes next." Oddly, she didn't do as I expected and choose Bridgette.
"Okay! Uh…Julia!" Lindsay blurted out. Everyone's heads turned to me. I felt my face pale.
"All right! Time to select your torture!" Chris spun the wheel. "Oh boy! New Age music!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I can usually stand all kinds of music. It usually gets irritating after a few minutes, not seconds. "Listen to this irritating New Age music for 10 seconds without complaining and you move on to the next round! Here are your headphones." I put them on and sat in the chair. The music started. I thought it was nice and calming. I never quite saw how Gwen could hate it so much. You can get lost in it…I took off my headphones, because I was counting the seconds.
"And she…made it?!" Chris looked shocked. Everyone's mouth dropped too.
"It's not that bad. It's calming." I got up and told him.
"Okay, you made it. You get to choose. Just get on with it."
"Okay, Heather…haircut." I grinned. I went back to my seat and sat there, waiting to see Heather drop out. As I expected, Heather got scared and ran away. Then everything went in its original order. Bridgette got the leech barrel; Geoff went in her place and didn't make it. Bridgette was then covered in bees. She chose Eva, who won and eliminated Bridgette. Trent was skunk dodging, and he didn't make it. Owen couldn't make it through eating ice cream without getting a brain freeze and DJ couldn't survive being crushed by a python. Izzy eliminated herself, leaving me, Eva, and Leshawna.
"Julie! Since you're the underdog, you're first! Time to select your torture!" Chris spun the wheel. "Oh! Oh ho ho! This is too good! HAIRCUT!" I felt myself pale and gasp. Could I survive without this hair? You know what? Yes. Yes I can. I'm going to win a challenge, even though I won the boot camp one. I came down to the stage and stood still. Everyone's faces were blanched except for Eva; they didn't think I'd make it. Chef brought a chainsaw and sawed through most of my hair. I looked in the mirror. I now had a bobbed haircut. It was jagged at the ends, but it was near my face, and when I turned around, I also saw that the back was perfect. It was just like something from an anime. I smiled deviously. Time to turn the tables on everyone.
"I…LOVE IT! OH MY GOD THIS HAIR IS WONDERFUL! I WAS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT GETTING IT CUT, BUT I JUST GOT A FREE HAIRCUT! THANK YOU!" I looked at everyone. This time, EVERYONE'S faces were in complete shock.
"She made it?! Okay, how the HELL did SHE make it?! And why does she have a good haircut?! Make it bad!" Chris started crying out.
"No way." I turned to Chris and started threatening him. "I survived 10 seconds, and if I were you, I wouldn't ditch my rules when someone like me is around just for your sadistic needs." Leshawna was okay with not winning, surprisingly.
"You tell him girl!"
"Whatever. You won the trailer okay? The trailer full of food and whatever, which means you're free from elimination. While you go check out your trailer, the rest of you can go to the Confessional Booth and vote off any camper except Julie." Chris ended the challenge on a sour note. "Come on. Let's go to the trailer." Chris told me. I reached the trailer and went in, closing the door after me. It was really nice. Sure, it was a trailer, but it was a luxurious one. I found a letter on the table. I took the letter out of the envelope, sat on the bed, and started reading it.
To whom it may concern,
If I am right, Julie Rose is the one who is reading this letter. If not, then burn this letter immediately.
Julie, I don't know how much you know about this show. I know you know a lot because of your references and calm during challenges. I need you to stop right now, pull out while you still can. It's not safe to be here. There are things in these woods, but I suppose you know that already. Watch your back, and this trailer will be bombed tomorrow, but you must know that too. After all, you've seen us before, in a different place and time.
You're playing a very dangerous game Julie. You're messing with the natural order of things. The Gophers won the canoe challenge, Harold and Courtney's elimination dates were switched, YOU WON THIS TRAILER INSTEAD OF LESHAWNA! And it's all your doing. So pull out now if you know what's good for you.
From someone on the inside (CR)
CR. Chase Rocks the intern. How does he know? What does he want? Could it be Chase writing for Chris? If Chris knows, I'm about as burnt as toast. I stashed the letter in the pillow case and ran to the cabin to get my things. They were packed up. I grabbed my duffle bag and ran back to the trailer. I'll have to move the trailer early in the morning so I can be out of the way of Chris's cannonball. Now that everything was done, I went to the Confessional Booth to cast my vote.
"Well, I have a strong feeling that Chris wants to be sadistic and air my dirty laundry. Well, might as well say who I think should go home. I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE to vote Heather off, but you have to nip some problems at the bud, so I'll vote Eva off instead. Her temper is not welcome here. And if you're watching this Eva, I'm proud to say that. And you can't hurt me. You saw how I pinned Harold down. I'll do it to you, so beware." I was the last one to confess, so I jogged to the main lodge to eat dinner and then go to the campfire for the ceremony to possibly end all ceremonies.
"Okay, so first up, we ran out of marshmallows." Chris announced. Owen cried out in anguish. "I reviewed the confessionals, and I have to say, there's lots of HATE-ON in this group WHICH…IS AWESOME!!! While I normally protect your privacy, in the spirit of airing your dirty laundry I'm going to go LIVE with your confessionals!" A TV popped down out of nowhere and it started playing everyone's confessionals. Heather was first.
"Since Julie is immune, there's no other choice but Leshawna." Then it was Duncan.
"I'd vote off Eva because she just freaks me out." Then Gwen.
"Eva's a freak! So see ya!"
"Please, please Eva!" Bridgette was praying. "I'm so glad you never hear these." How ironic.
"Eva's nuts. Sorry girl." DJ tried to say as lightly as possible.
"It's gotta be Eva. Unless I can figure out who snagged my other lucky hat." Geoff said. The bear got it.
"I just can't get over how smooth this is! Anyway, I'd vote off Ava because she's scarier than Heather, Lequesha and Gwen combined." Lindsay. So ditzy.
"Unless they want to leave in body bags, they better NOT say my name. I'd vote for Heather." Then me.
"Well, I have a strong feeling that Chris wants to be sadistic and air my dirty laundry. Well, might as well say who I think should go home. I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE to vote Heather off, but you have to nip some problems at the bud, so I'll vote Eva off instead. Her temper is not welcome here. And if you're watching this Eva, I'm proud to say that. And you can't hurt me. You saw how I pinned Harold down. I'll do it to you, so beware."
"Lots of dirt revealed there huh? But in the end, it was still seven votes against Eva. So, adios!" Chris said.
"WHAT?! THIS ISN'T THE END OF ME! YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACKS! I'M NOT DONE! I'LL GET MY REVENGE!" Eva yelled at us. Chris called some people to her and wrapped her up in a straightjacket. We saw her off.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! OH AND IZZY LIED! SHE WASN'T IN THE WOODS! SHE WAS—"
"Oh, she has issues huh? Party at Julie's new crib!" She started pushing me. I knew she was at Playa des Losers all along, but I'm not revealing that I know it just yet.
The party was awesome. We had fun. It was just like the past parties when had just fun little gatherings, when everything was…better. I bid them all farewell and I went to sleep in my comfortable bed without any noises except for Roxas's breathing.
Me: Lots of hate-on! So Eva, how do you feel about being eliminated right after you got resurrected?
Eva: I hate it. But, I guess I deserve it. Now I can go for anger management classes.
Gwen: She totally needs it too.
Leshawna: You got that right.
Eva: Have something to say Sister Thunder-Thighs?
Leshawna: OH DON'T TELL ME THE GIRL STARTED IT AGAIN! YARGH! *Eva and Leshawna start fighting--physically*
Me: Uh...oh, I forgot! Surprises coming up next chapter! Stay tuned!
Trent: Shouldn't we break them up?
Chris: No, let them be. We still have our cameras rolling! This is making great TV!
Harold: Uh...that's my girlfriend there.
Chris: That's what makes it all the more interesting!
Me: Sadistic jerk...*rolls eyes*