Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.

Note: Took longer than I wanted to write this, but at least this time we've not had to wait a month for an update! I want to say that I'll hopefully keep up the pace this time, but chances are anything I say would only later prove me as a liar. I'll just write whenever I get the chance, and hope that you guys won't be kept waiting for too long. Still, halfway through the Anatat Isle arc! Let's keep it going! Also, as a small teaser, expect a special one-shot to be uploaded around Christmas Day. I think you'll all enjoy it… ;)

Damn reptiles!


(Outskirts of Ohoma- 972 miles from Toronto)

(Time- 10AM, about the time Kim and Rheneas were arguing)


The sun was shining above the city of Ohoma and the day was a busy one. Kasimar and Madeline stood on the side walk near the very edge of the city, looking up ahead. Not only were many civilians walking around but there were also a surprisingly dense number of cops as well.

"Looks like my reputation has proceeded me. I'm almost flattered." Remarked Kasimar.

"Think they're here for you?" Asked Madeline quietly. "How would they know? You've been …. uh … not close to subtle, but not to your usual level of anarchy."

"Well yeah, I can't carry any guns without getting arrested. A knife is not enough." Muttered Kasimar. "Now how are we gonna get past these fuckers? There are a lot of them, and all it takes is for one to recognise me. Plus, somebody might try to grab you again."

Madeline looked thoughtful.

"Taxi ride through the city?" Suggested Madeline.

"We can't waste money." Said Kasimar flatly. "And newsflash, those bargain bin sandwiches did not fill me up very well. Next time we buy food, make it good! Steak women, steak!"

"Well, if you suddenly have money to throw around." Said Madeline sweetly.

Kasimar just scoffed, shaking his head as he paced.

"Well, with the Red Fangs off our trail at least we have time to plan out what comes next. I'll miss killing them, but the money I'm gonna get from you will tide me over. Ok, going around the city would put us in the open and easy to spot. Think, think, think..." Said Kasimar, before telling in annoyance and throwing up his arms. "Fuck!"

"Thinking quickly not your strong point?" Asked Madeline.

"I act on impulse, but usually I don';t have to care about laws. Now that I do, it's making it harder to come up with plans that will work and amuse me." Stated Kasimar, crossing his arms. "You got any ideas what we can do?"

Madeline tapped her chin, looking rather uncertain. She glanced around in case anything useful was nearby. Glancing into a nearby alley, she saw a manhole cover.

"How about we just head through the sewer?" Suggested Madeline.

"Won't you complain about the smell?" Asked Kasimar.

"Hey, if it meant getting home to my family I'd be willing to swim through a hundred miles of sewage without a rest." Said Madeline seriously.

"Every day you become less and less like a stereotypical spoiled princess." Noted Kasiamr with a chuckle. "I'm impressed."

Kasimar then shoved in front of Madeline.

"Me first. If something comes at you I don't trust you to be able to kill it like I can." Said Kasimar as he knelt down, carefully opening the heavy manhole cover.

"What could be down there? I don't think sewer workers are dangerous … wait, are you seriously..." Madeline trailed off.

"Spit it out." Said Kasimar flatly.

"Kasimar, do you think there are alligators in sewers? That's just an urban myth." Said Madeline, shaking her head.

"The government keeps it on the down low to stop people from panicking. Wouldn't you be upset if your lousy government failed to stop sewer gators from existing?" Asked Kasimar as he started to descend. "Put the cover back in place when you come down."

"Sure. Anyway, there are no gators down there. Just rats." Said Madeline as she began to descend as well. "How would one even survive? What would it eat?"

"Like you just said, rats." Stated Kasimar. "Hopefully we can find some decent equipment down here. I could kill an alligator with a knife, but a gun would make it easier."

"There are no alligators!" Yelled Madeline as she carefully put the cover back in place. "Sorry for yelling, but such nonsensical beliefs are a pet peeve of mine."

"And whiny bitches are my pet peeve, what's your point?" Teased Kasimar.

Madeline just pouted.

"You may not be a monster, and I may be sure you have a bit of good very deep within you … but you're still a jerk." Noted Madeline.

"And I'd not have myself any other way." Chuckled Kasimar.

"Oh, don't I know it." Drawled Madeline, very lightly chuckling. "Is it all clear down there?"

"Just a sec." Said Kasimar as he reached the bottom of the ladder, knife in hand.

After glancing around the area, seeing the place was dormant and spotting where the sewage was running he nodded.

"All clear! C'mon, let's keep moving." Ordered Kasimar.


"Fuck, it's dark down here." Muttered Kasimar. "Smells like shit too."

"Well it is a sewer." Replied Madeline. "Think we're getting close to the exit? I mean, the exit that won't bring us up into the center of a crowd?"

"Fuck if I know. We'll just keep going for as long as we can and then get out. I'm not too bad with directions though, so I know we're not going backwards." Assured Kasimar, twirling his knife in his hand as he led the way. "...It's seriously weird that you're not complaining about the smell of this place."

"Who cares about smells when you can get home to your family quicker?" Asked Madeline. "By the way, next time we're in a town that's not full of cops, can we stop by the police station?"

"First of all, fuck you and no way. Second, that sentence makes no sense." Said Kasimar, peering around a corner to check for danger. "All clear."

"Look, it'd only take a few moments. I'd just pass on where the Red Fangs' hideout is located. In fact, I could just write it all down and put it through their mailbox." Suggested Madeline.

Kasimar lightly tapped his knife to his chin, thinking this over.

"...Yeah, alright." Conceded Kasimar. "Might as well fuck with them a bit more while we still can. Oh, look, there's a door up ahead. I swear, if this doesn't lead to something good I'm gonna stab something."

"Hurt me, and you lose any chance at your money." Warned Madeline. "Geez, it feels surreal that I'm pretty much the only person safe from your rampages."

"Just be glad I like money. You'll succeed where Total Drama failed … making me rich." Snickered Kasimar, kicking the door open. "Ok, let's see what we've got in here."

Entering the room and looking around, it was clear it was a sort of vacant office. It seemed to have been left empty for some time as there was dust build up on the table in the center of the room and the lockers off to the side had cobwebs dangling from them. The light was turned on, but flickered every few seconds. If not for the paper printout placed upon the table, the place would look like it had been abandoned for months.

"Ok, you stand by the table and try not to get yourself kidnapped again, and I'll check the lockers for anything useful." Said Kasimar firmly as he approached the locker.

"Sure." Said Madeline, doing as requested. "Oh hey, what does this say?"

Madeline picked up the paper on the table and began to read through it, while Kasimar easily broke the rusted lock on the locker with a roundhouse kick. Upon seeing what was inside he let out a triumphant laugh.

"Uwee-ha-har!" Cackled Kasimar, taking hold of a shotgun that was inside the locker along with a box of shells for it. "Oh yes, I can work fucking well with this!"

Kasimar then saw a handgun was also in the locker, along with several bullets. Shrugging to himself, he picked it up as well.

"Hey Madeline, got a present for ya." Teased Kasimar.

Madeline could only stare, wordless as she accepted the gun.

"...Well, looks like the paper is for real..." Said Madeline, looking very nervous.

"What are you talking about?" Asked Kasimar, loading the shotgun as he spoke.

Madeline passed Kasimar the paper, clearly intending for him to read it. Shrugging, Kasimar began to skim through it, and this is what it said.


Mission Briefing

Addressed: Sewer Security Team

Sewer maintenance worker George Rickley came across a live, aggressive alligator at 18:00 last Tuesday. The creature is highly dangerous with an estimated length of fifteen feet and a weight estimated upwards of one ton, and as moving it is impossible, termination is the only option available. Use the supplied gear to remove it promptly. The disposal team will take care of the rest. One supplied handgun and magazine should be enough for the job, but take all that you feel is needed to get the job done quickly, and above all safely. You will be paid extra for the risk involved.

A lesser note, the fan regulators over the ventilation tunnels have ceased. Use the valve handle to get them working again, if you happen to go in that direction. Action is appreciated, but not required.

Good luck team.

Sewer Board Executive Charlie Mann


"Crap … looks like we're gonna have to be careful to not run into the security." Grumbled Kasimar.

"Seriously!?" Exclaimed Madeline. "That is your first thought after reading that?"

"Well, that and the fact it looks like I was right that sewer gators exist." Teased Kasimar smugly, pumping his shotgun. "Just stay behind me and I'll kill it, if the security haven't already. I kinda hope they haven't because killing a giant alligator sounds fucking awesome."

"I'm sure." Remarked Madeline. "I think bowing up a shark would be better though. Daddy just loves Jaws. Every week he watches it."

"He has good film taste. Now enough talk, let's keep going. Time is money." Said Kasimar firmly. "Sooner you're back home, sooner I can buy a tank for me and my gang."

"A tank? That's what you'll spend the money on?" Asked Madeline, following Kasimar out of the office. "...Well, I guess that answers that. I had been wondering what you'd spend the money on."

"Use your imagination." Snickered Kasimar. "I have quite a few desires that only money can quench."


The two had been trekking through the foul sewers for a while and not come across anything. Kasimar insisted that he knew he was going the right way, but Madeline still felt skeptical. Right now the walkways had ended and the two were forced to wade through waist high sewage to continue forwards.

"Ok, now I'm gonna complain about the smell. This is so gross." Gagged Madeline, one hand holding her gun and the other holding her nose. "When we get out of here we're gonna need to find somewhere to bath, and find new outfits."

"Clothes won't come cheap." Replied Kasimar. "Besides, it'll keep people from coming near us. Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, we could get into trouble for public indecency. I'm sure there is some rule against going around a city smelling like raw sewage." Said Madeline, before yelping and pointing her gun behind her. "What was that?"

"Relax. It's not the alligator … you'd be dead by now if it was." Assured Kasimar. "It was probably a rat or something. Or are rats in the sewers too far fetched for you to believe as well?"

Madeline didn't respond, more focused on trying to ensure she did not trip over. Whatever was on the ground by her feet, she felt happier not knowing.

"So, you scared of alligators at all?" Asked Madeline curiously. "They have some pretty big, sharp teeth and you've made clear you do not like teeth in general."

"I don't mind them." Shrugged Kasimar. "There are worse animals."

"Really? Like what?" Asked Madeline curiously. "Sharks? Hyenas? Bears? Maggots?"

"Oh, if only you knew." Said Kasimar with a mysterious smirk.

"Part of your elusive backstory you plan to never tell me?" Guessed Madeline.

"Bingo. Now, quiet. I need to hear if someone or something is approaching us." Said Kasimar firmly. "Brace yourself because the second I hear something I do not like, I'm shooting at it. So, might wanna cover your ears."

Madeline nodded, aiming her gun forwards as she followed after Kasimar.

"Sure hope we're not gonna be chased through here by a pack of alligators. Once of them is bad enough." Murmured Madeline. "Worse than a pack of hounds."

Madeline did not know it, but her words had made Kasimar think back to an unpleasant memory of his. He winced as he waded forth in the sewage, shotgun at the ready.


Pokey McSkeen, a boy of just ten, screamed and wailed as a pack of guard dogs pounced on him. They were trained not kill, but to subdue. It was not long before they dragged the screaming boy back to the front entrance of the mansion. He was dropped down at the doorstep, the dogs backing off and sitting obediently. A figure looked down at him and shook his head.

"Running away again Master McSkeen?" The figure, a grown man, said with an exaggerated finger wave. "Well, you know what is next. Come here."

"Keep away from me!" Screamed the young boy in terror.

The man simply grabbed the boy and, a fairly casual look on his face, ripped out one of the boy's teeth. With an agonising scream, blood pouring from his jaw, he feel to the ground gasping and twitching.

"Now, off to bed with you. Try to get some sleep, there is much work to be done tomorrow." Said the man sweetly. "Chop, chop."

The man led Pokey inside and pointed to the stairs.

"You should behave yourself more, be more like Master Moonwell." Said the man. "Off to bed. Be a good boy tomorrow, yes?"

Pokey walked up the stares, in silent agony. He didn't say it out loud, for fear of worse punishment, but more and more as time passed he felt the urge to cause pain, real pain, to Count Nedmund. He was no adoptive father. He was nothing but evil.

Soon enough, Pokey collapsed on his bed, screaming into the pillow. How much longer would this hell last for? After screaming himself hoarse and laying silent form a while he glanced over to his room mate. His only friend in this hell. Ian Moonwell, or just Moony to Pokey. He sat on his bed, knees drawn up, silent. He was always the quietest thing, barely making a sound. Just twitching a lot.

"Again?" Asked Ian quietly.

"Again." Whimpered Pokey. "One day...one day we'll get out of here..."

"But we have nobody to contact." Whispered Ian.

"We only have ourselves." Said Pokey, taking deep, raspy breaths. "We have ourselves and … everything in the house."

Ian looked confused, but said nothing.

"...We need to get stronger..." Said Pokey, looking serious as he stood up and began pacing. "We need to get tougher. Take our time, let the Count let his guard down...and when we're tough enough, we..."

"We what?" Asked Ian quietly.

Pokey just gave Ian a silent look. He slowly drew a finger across his throat. Ian gasped, looking shocked.

"He'd do the same!" Barked Pokey. "If we don't kill that man...he'll kill us. He's already come close, over and over … if we want it to end, he needs to be gone forever."

Ian was silent, looking very nervous and uneasy. But slowly, he gave a timid nod.

"...Kill or be killed..." Mumbled Ian.

"And were not gonna let ourselves be killed, brother." Vowed Pokey.

"We're not..." Ian trailed off.

"Might as well be, we're in this together." Said Pokey firmly. "And once we're out of this … this …. this fucking shithole however long it takes, we do what we need to in order to get by."

Pokey looked out the window, agony and determination in his eyes.

"...That's the way it is..." He sighed.


Kasimar shook his head, returning to the present and keeping his focus on whatever lay ahead. He pointed his shotgun towards anything that made a sound, even shooting a rat which, predictably, exploded into a pile of gore.

"And I thought rats were disgusting when they were alive." Mused Madeline. "You zoned out for a few seconds there. Something up?"

"What can I say? The smell of shit makes me light headed. This place is worse than I was expecting." Gagged Kasimar. "C'mon, I think I see a light up ahead. Might be a way out. Or another office. Either way, less raw sewage."

"Lead the way." Said Madeline eagerly. "I'd do anything for less sewage."

"And here I thought I remembered you saying you'd swim through miles of it if it meant seeing your family." Said Kasimar, snickering.

Kasimar ran ahead, making sure the way was clear as Madeline tried to keep up. They soon reached the light, which was a simple light on a wall, illuminating an alcove and a slightly ajar door. The door led in the direction Kasimar knew they needed to go.

Of course, right now the chewed up corpses that the light also revealed were of more interest to him.

"I found the security team." Announced Kasimar. "Amazingly, I've seen worse corpses than this."

"Oh my god." Muttered Madeline. "The alligator must be near. Out of the water! Sewage! Whatever, let's just get out!"

The two scrambled onto dry land and looked at the dead bodies. Truly, they were hard to recognise as the people they once were.

"Think they died quickly?" Asked Madeline.

"How should I know? I'm not an alligator biologist. I'm better with scorpions." Shrugged Kasimar. "But if I had to guess, they got bitten in half and died instantly. And if they hadn't, oooo, you can bet they'd wish they had."

Madelien looked at the corpses and shivered lighty.

"This should bother me more than it currently is." Admitted Madeline.

"Eh, you get used to it. After the fiftieth corpse or so, the desensitisation sets in." Assured Kasimar "Anyway, let's see if they have anything good."

"The sewage and dank atmosphere would have ruined anything they have by now." Said Madeline, edging towards the door bit by bit.

"Not quite. This one is holding something." Said Kasimar, kneeling down for a moment.

Kasimar rose holding a red valve handle, still in clear working condition.

"We might as well use this. Could come in handy." Said Kasimar, pausing as he glanced down for a place he could put it. "...Eh, you carry it. I need both hands for the shotgun."

Madeline held the valve handle without complaint, flinching a little at the specks of blood on it. Shotgun at the ready, Kasimar entered the door with Madeline following behind.


"You know what I hate in life?" Asked Kasimar a while later.

"Anything morale or full of virtue?" Guessed Madeline.

"Yes, but especially dead ends." Sighed Kasimar, sounding frustrated.

Indeed, after reaching another river of raw sewage the two had trekked on for a while until coming to a dead end. All that was in front of them was a rusted ladder leading up to a fan that spun like a blur, far too fast to make a careful jump through.

"Either we jam it with something, or we find another way." Noted Kasimar, punching the wall in frustration.

Madeline noticed a port in a metal box attached to the wall. It had a square shaped hole it in. Glancing at the end of the valve handle she nodded.

"We can use this." Said Madeline, putting the valve handle into place.

Groans and creaks echoed throughout the sewer as Madeline turned the valve handle, but also the whirring of the fan gradually went silent as the fan itself came to a gentle stop, the risk of being shredded by it now gone.

"Well, up the ladder and through the tunnel then." Said Kasimar, tossing his shotgun up above with a careful lob. "Ladies first."

"Somehow, the idea of going into a stinging, rusted, foul tunnel first doesn't seem like a compliment." Said Madeline, pouting.

"Well I'll level with you, I just wanted to look at your ass while you climbed. You're not bad looking." Admitted Kasimar, snickering. "C'mon."

With that Kasimar began to climb up the ladder. Glancing at him for a brief moment, Madeline rolling her eyes and followed after him.

"You're only a six out of ten, I hope you realize." Said Madeline cheekily.

"Oh, fuck you!" Scoffed Kasimar.

The two soon reached the top of the ladder and, weapons in hand, began to move onwards. Just as Madeline had said, it was rusty and foul. The smell of sewage and what some would call death hunt in the air. At the top of the tunnel was a vent with mould growing upon it.

All was silent.

"Ah, a few seconds of relief." Said Madeline in content. "Surely the alligator can't it in here."

"Maybe not, but they can." Muttered Kasimar. "Run!"

From the vent a large amount of sizeable cockroaches had begun to swarm out. They looked aggressive and angry, and they were making a beeline for the two. Kasimar blasted a warning shot, scaring them back briefly, and he sprinted forwards to the other end of the tunnel. Running full speed, Madeline followed after him yelling in alarm as some of the roaches attempted to climb upon them and bite them. Kasimar grabbed Madeline by the arm and took a flying leap out of the other side of the tunnel.

The two landed in raw sewage and quickly surfaced, both feeling disgusted, though at least free from roaches.

"Well, that fucking sucked." Remarked Kasimar. "Ok, we gotta go this way. Running now, complaining later."

"I'll hold back only for you." Drawled Madeline. "At least after this journey I'll never be scared of germs again. Not like anything will ever top this experience."

"Guess again." Sighed Kasimar. "Of all the cliché … run!"

Madeline didn't bother looking back, preferring to waste no time and dash after her bodyguard. A growing from behind, along with the sound of heavy footsteps causing big splashes in the sewage, confirmed that they had found the alligator. The beast let out a deafening roar as it began to pursue its prey at a high speed.

"Quick, kill it!" Exclaimed Madeline.

"You better let me know if I'm gonna hit anything." Warned Kasimar, starting to run backwards as he aimed his gun at the alligator. "Come get some, fuck!"

Kasimar fired and pumped the shotgun like clockwork, unloading the shells into the face of the alligator. Blood dripped down its scaly face and some of its horribly big and sharp teeth were shattered. Even so, the massive reptile made its way forwards hungrily.

The shotgun clicked, now out of ammo.

"Shit!" Yelled Kasimar, throwing the shotgun right at the alligator.

The alligator was unfazed by this and lunged forth. Kasimar fell back just in time to avoid having everything above his legs devoured, but the alligator was already about to go in for another bite, leaving Kasimar not even a chance to scream in death.

The sound of a gunshot echoed in the sewers. The alligator hissed bad growled in pain, plasma and blood leaking from its destroyed left eye, a bullet deeply wedged into it. Madeline, trembling as she held the gun, looked at Kasimar.

"Well? Get up! Run!" Yelled Madeline.

Kasimar did just that, taking a second to harshly whip the alligator with his chain while Madeline managed to shot its other eye out. Though blinded, the beast was far from down and, though it could no longer see its prey, could easily smell them and had killing intent as it chased after them.

"So, what's the plan sharp shooter?" Remarked Kasimar.

"Mainly it's running and not dying!" Yelped Madeline, fright all over her face.

"Good plan!" Agreed Kasimar as they rounded a corner.

And so it went on, the two young adults running through the long passages of the sewers with the alligator always in hot pursuit.

"What now? We can't just hope he'll have a heart attack." Said Madeline anxiously.

"I think it might be a her. Or not. Fuck if I know. We just need to get it stuck, or dead, and fast!" Yelled Kasimar.

As they rounded another bend Madeline spotted a large fire extinguisher on the wall. Without pausing to think, she tore it from its place as she ran past, hurling it behind her into the jaws of the massive alligator. The beast chewed on it lightly as it kept up the pursuit.

"Oh, this is gonna be good!" Cackled Kasimar wickedly. "Do it! Do it!"

Fuelled by fear and adrenaline Madeline opened fire. She missed the first three shots due to her shaky hands, but for the fourth shot her aim was true.

BOOM!

The head and some of the frontal torso of the alligator was instantly blown apart, showering the two in alligator gore. Madeline shrieked in utter revulsion, while Kasimar just sighed.

"Once night falls, we're robbing a clothing store." Said Kasimar flatly.

"That, and maybe somewhere that sells body wash." Added Madeline, flicking some gator brains off of her arm with a grossed out expression. "That was messier than I expected."

"It was also fucking awesome!" Cackled Kasimar, giving Madeline a firm pat on the back. "That usually just happens in movies or stories. I actually got to see it up close. Hell yeah! Plus, you did kinda stop me getting eaten alive, so … let's call it thirty eight million. That memory is gonna stay with me forever."

Laughing heartily, Kasimar walked onwards with his knife now in hand. Madeline, despite everything, chuckled as well and followed after him.

"Hanging out with this guy is making me go crazy." Remarked Madeline to herself.

And later that night, once they were out of the sewer and discreetly breaking into a clothing mall, Madeline knew she was right.


Kasimar might have to watch himself, or Madeline might just end up being tougher than him. Could his ego take such a hit? Either way, the enigma of his past is slowly but surely coming out, with much still unanswered. Stay tuned for more!


Next Time: The campers make like Tarzan and must swing from temple to temple, which is much harder than it sounds!