This idea comes from MoonShine210 on DeviantArt
As the Total Drama Jumbo Jet flew to its next destination, Noah was currently sitting alone and reading a book as he thought to himself about Alejandro, the suave, tanned Spaniard. Noah didn't like Alejandro, and didn't trust him for even a nanosecond.
As usual, Noah, being the self proclaimed brainiac he was, was always one step ahead, compared to everybody else in the game. He had correctly come to the conclusion that Alejandro had been responsible for most of the eliminations that had happened so far this season. And he always pulled it off, right after throwing his victims off guard, so they hardly could realize he had set them up. And Noah wasn't going to let this go on any longer.
However, what he was not one step ahead of, was the reality that Alejandro knew he had been discovered, and was now planning on making sure that nobody else would find out about his schemes.
As Chris announced for everyone to get off the plane, Noah was held back by the Latin mastermind, and thrown into one of the outstretched seats. As the bookworm tried to get back up, Alejandro grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back, before tying them there with some thick ropes.
"Hey genius, we need to go meet up with the rest of the team, to win this challenge." Noah snarked sarcastically. But Alejandro just had a strange smirk on his face as he shook his head. "Oh no, my highly intellectual teammate. I am very well aware that you have found me out, and so to cover my tracks, I am going to have to persuade you to not tell anyone about this." He explained
"And if I don't? Considering the possibility of us losing, and having to vote someone off, Owen's had my back through and through, so the worst that I would expect is a tiebreaker, at the very least." The scrawny know it all deadpanned, unthreatened by whatever was in store. "Tiebreaker? Voting? Who said that the persuasion would have anything to do with voting?" Alejandro shook his head at the idea. "Oh no, Noah. I have something much more unbearable to put you through your paces." He smirked darkly as he loomed over his adversary.
He lifted up Noah's sweater vest and shirt, to expose his stomach and sides. And with that, Noah, the smug snarker who generally kept his emotions to himself, now had eyes wide with panic. "Oh no..." He muttered under his breath as he knew what Alejandro had in mind.
Indeed, the manipulative Latin mastermind placed both his hands on Noah's sides, and began to scribble his fingers on them vigorously. Noah had to bite his lip to hold back his laughs. "How...How did you even...?" He struggled to ask between clenched teeth.
"Sierra's blog about all the contestants' personal information is quite the handy resource, if I do say so myself." Alejandro answered as he dug his fingernails deeper into Noah's sides. "So, still thinking about telling anyone my secret?" He asked with a sneer. "Oh gee, the thought HAD crossed my mind." Noah still found the confidence to mouth off to Alejandro, but was actually feeling uncertain about his words. The bookworm had always been immensely ticklish, and right now was getting childhood flashbacks, thanks to this procedure.
Being the youngest of his siblings, they always found time to tickle him senselessly while they were growing up, mostly in just the name of good fun. They used all the classic methods and tools on him, in all his sensitive spots, from feathers on his stomach, to hairbrushes on his underarms, to getting the family dog to lick his feet by smearing them with peanut butter.
But unlike any of those times, tickling was now being used as a means to torture him, as opposed to having fun with him. "So then Noah, care to reconsider exposing me?" Alejandro asked his rival tauntingly. "Go...jump in a lake..." Noah stood firm, even as the torture was starting to become unbearable. His tormentor just sighed as he shook his head. "Look at you, trying to act defiant. It will only drag this on for longer." He said as he took one of his hands, and placed it on his stomach before spidering away at it.
"Pffff-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" He cracked as he burst into laughter and thrashed about, trying desperately and failing to break free. "Perhaps it would have done you some good to try putting some muscle in your arms, rather than what comes out of your mouth." Alejandro deadpanned himself, as he relished with delight at seeing the snarky Noah left at his merciless torture.
This torture kept on going for a while, before Chris' voice had come on through the speakers. "Alejandro, Noah, get your butts out here so we can the start the challenge already!" He called out impatiently, but Alejandro didn't plan on stopping until he successfully persuaded Noah.
"SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMEBODY! ANYBOHOHOHOHOHOHODY! HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Noah tried to call out, but did not find any success. "Alas, mi amigo, I fully intend on keeping this going on for as long as I need." Alejandro told him with an evil look on his face as he stuck a finger into his rival's belly button, and swirled it around inside there, to really drive him mad.
"AHHHH! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" This tactic had to work like a charm, so Alejandro experimented with it using different speeds, ranging from lightning fast, to molasses slow, to a moderate pace. At this point, Noah was desperate to get out of this, so he had to do what he was dreading doing this whole time; submit to Alejandro's demands.
"ALRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, ALRIHIHIHIHIGHT! I'LL KEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEP QUIHIHIHIHIHIHIET! JUHUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP ALREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEADY!" He begged between laughs, as tears started to stream down his face. Alejandro gave a satisfactory smirk, before stopping and letting the bookworm catch his breath as he untied him from the chair.
"Most excellent choice, comrade. You definitely WON'T regret what you said. Pleasure doing business with you." The Latin mastermind mockingly patted Noah's shoulder, before starting to head out the door. Noah watched him with a scowl on his face until he was out of sight, at which point, he smirked smugly as he pulled his hands from behind his back to reveal his fingers were crossed on both of them.
"Word of advice, genius; when you tickle me to get me to do what you want, try tying my hands above my head next time, so you can make sure my fingers aren't crossed." He said to himself as he followed after. No way was he planning on actually giving in to that snake in the grass, he had too much intelligence and self-respect for that. Now he stood a fighting chance at getting rid of him, all he had to do was convince the others on their team the next time he had the chance to.
Alright, that one was quite fun for me to write. Not as much as the last couple of chapters, but still fun, nevertheless. It was a real shame about Noah's elimination in London, as many people consider that point to be what ruined the rest of World Tour for them.
