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The McPlane was landing near Kichi Island, as Chris did his recap. "Last time on Total Drama Legends. 14 competitors competed in a cataclysmic course of chaos. Well, I would say that if one of the competitors didn't get stuck on the first challenge. You see, 'no friends' Noah really didn't have his head in the game. No matter what he did, the guy kept bombing every time he stepped up, leading to the Vengeful Bobcats taking a massive lead, and the win. Noah was able to get on Owen's good side, but his days, or rather hours, seemed numbered. That is, until Owen did the unthinkable and convinced the rest of his team to vote out...wait for it...himself! What a dunce!"
Chris walked out of the back exit of the McPlane. "I mean who throws away 5 million dollars, just so someone else can learn their lesson. I've got a lesson for him: If you have the choice to win a butt ton of money or walk away...take the option that makes you richer." He paused and smiled. "We're back on the Island. That means we're bringing the pain. And so will these competitors, when they compete in one heck of a challenge that we have in store for them." He followed this up with some ominous chuckling. "Chef is especially excited for this one. Get ready because this...is Total...Drama...L...egends!"
All the competitors were gathered at the mess hall, both teams sitting at different tables. The Vengeful Bobcats were quietly celebrating their win. Since this was their first win in a while, they were very excited about it.
"Alright, team." Jo announced. "We might have won yesterday so we need to be ready for today's challenge."
Most of the team rolled their eyes.
"We got it, almighty leader." Duncan quipped. Zoey giggled at this.
Jo glared at the two, and was about to say something, when…
"I think you guys could learn a few things, being around Jo." Amy cut it. "She's done a lot for us. She's gotten out the dead weight of the group, and made our team practically unstoppable now." She then turned her head towards her sister, and scoffed. "Well, except Spare-amy."
Samey just rolled her eyes and continued eating her breakfast. Jo looked impressed at the Twin's support. Scott, on the other hand, eyed Amy with suspicion.
Confessional (Scott): "Amy is really chummy with our grand leader Jo." He pondered for a bit, then smirked. "I wouldn't be me if I didn't use that to benefit myself."
Static
On the other side, the Shark Cowboys were...tense, to say the least. Morale was definitely down with Owen gone. Jasmine sat at the head of the table, trying to hide her bitterness. But whenever she looked up, she saw Noah sitting at the table too, looking very apologetic, which would just make her angrier. She angrily crunched on her burnt toast.
Gwen, Courtney and Sanders awkwardly stared between the two. Macarthur, on the other hand, was down in the dumps. She glumly poked her scrambled eggs with a fork. Gwen noticed this and, desperate to ease the tension, turned to her.
"How are you feeling, Macarthur?"
The Burly cadet sighed. "It's a shame we had to drop the Big Guy like that. I wish he could've stayed until the merge."
"You and me both." The Aussie coldly replied, now staring directly at Noah. He sighed.
"I already said I was sorry." He said. "I know you're mad, but you should still give me a chance to-"
Jasmine suddenly stood up and pointed directly at the Brainiac. "Why should I give you a chance? You did nothing but ridicule me and..." She choked on her words, possibly trying to hold back tears. "...forget it, you're not worth it."
Noah blinked at this. The rest of the team tried to act like the whole thing wasn't as awkward as it was.
Duncan stood up, not really caring about the situation at the Cowboys table.
"I'm going to the bathroom." He said, to no one in particular. He turned and walked out.
Sanders, catching a glimpse of him, desperately wanted to get out of her table's situation. So she stood up and, without a word, walked to the door. Gwen and Courtney were the only ones who noticed this, and looked at each other in suspicion.
She opened the door and saw Duncan heading towards the communal bathroom. Sanders headed towards the same direction, trying not to look suspicious. She tiptoed a bit towards him, careful of the steps she took.
She looked up, and froze. Duncan had just stopped a few feet in front of the bathrooms. He wasn't moving. Sanders ducked behind a nearby bush and watched him. What is he doing? she thought.
After a few moments, Duncan turned to the right and started walking. Sanders was confused. She lost Duncan from her sight, and started moving forward. She walked to the same spot Duncan was standing and looked towards the direction he went. But to her surprise, the Ex-Con wasn't there anymore. Now Sanders was even more perplexed. She started walking down the path, having no idea where he could've gone to.
Noah poked at his remaining eggs, still thinking over his current situation. Jasmine had gone outside for some air, but Noah figured it was to get away from him. He looked up. Gwen and Courtney were still at the table, whispering to each other, occasionally giggling. Macarthur was still thinking about Owen. Noah thought of something. He had bad luck with Jasmine, so he figured that he could at least start small.
"Hey," he said, quietly to the two.
Gwen and Courtney stopped and turned to face the Brainiac. They looked more curious than annoyed, so Noah figured he had a chance.
He sighed. "Jasmine is really mad at me right now and...I don't blame her." He paused, looking at Gwen and Courtney's faces. He figured they were allowing him to continue. "And I really, actually, want to make things right with her. But I also wanted to say that I'm sorry, to both of you, for how I've been acting. I understand if you're still mad, but I...I don't want to be seen as the big jerk of this season anymore."
Courtney and Gwen stared, unsure of how to respond. Neither of them had many interactions with Noah since the first season. Finally, Gwen spoke first.
"What you were doing was really uncool of you, dude." Gwen said sternly. Noah looked down, depressed. But Gwen changed her tone. "However, I can tell you, at least, want to make things better between you two, and her issues with you aren't my business, so...fine. I'll forgive you. For now."
Courtney nodded in agreement, though somewhat coldly. Macarthur had finally looked up and spoke up. "You totally got the things for an awesome redemption story." She laughed.
Gwen and Courtney rolled their eyes, but Noah sighed in relief and gave a small smile. It didn't mean much, but he considered this a victory.
Sanders was still looking along the path, searching for the disappearing Ex-Con. She thought he could've gone back to the mess hall, when...
"Don't you need a search warrant for something like this?"
Sanders went wide eyed and turned. Within the trees stood the person Sanders was looking for. She gave a deer in the headlights look, as Duncan walked towards her. He looked somewhat amused. "You know, I figured your partner was more of the creepy stalker type, not you."
Sanders was about to reply, but realized how weirdly she was acting. Now she just looked embarrassed.
Duncan noticed this and crossed his arms. "What do you want?" He asked bluntly
Sanders rubbed her arm, slightly blushing. "I-I wanted to see how you were doing...since our talk a few nights ago…"
Duncan gave a slightly surprised look. He didn't say anything at first, which made Sanders curious. After a bit, he sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. "I...It actually helped a lot more than I was expecting." He said quietly. He then shrugged. "It was just nice to have someone to talk to about everything that's been going on." He paused. "So...thanks."
Sanders went wide eyed. She was not expecting that kind of response. At best, she thought she would get a 'whatever' or something on the same lines as that. But, no. Duncan gave a very...sympathetic response. She took a few moments to get back to her senses.
She cleared her throat. "Hey, no worries. I...If you ever want to talk again, just let me know."
Duncan didn't respond again for a few seconds, instead he did turn his head. Sanders couldn't tell, but it looked like he was trying to hold back a smile.
She gave a proper one though, and was about to say something when…
A high pitched noise from an intercom went off. The Cadet and the Ex-Con looked up to hear the sound of Chris' voice.
"Are you guys seriously gonna do this every time?" He sounded annoyed. "I mean is it too much to ask that everyone be in attendance for the challenge briefing. I mean geez..." Sanders and Duncan looked at each other, slightly amused by the Host's annoyance. Chris continued though. "Sanders and Duncan, wherever you two are, meet us at the dock in ten minutes. And bring your swimsuits. This challenge should be fun." The intercom went off after the ominous remark.
Duncan looked back at Sanders, and smirked. "Knowing Chris, 'fun' probably means we're gonna have to maim each other." Sanders chuckled. Duncan then pointed past her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to actually use the bathroom, I wasn't really planning on talking with you."
Sanders stepped aside, letting Duncan go to the communal bathroom. She smiled as he walked past, but then realized something.
Confessional (Sanders): She looked very unsure of herself. "Do...Do I...like Duncan?" She paused, thinking. "If that's the case, I'm not going to hear the end of it back at the station." She suddenly realized something else. "Oh god, I really hope my Chief doesn't watch this show."
Static
As per Chris's announcement, almost all the competitors were standing on the dock, all in their swimsuits. Duncan and Sanders were the last to arrive. They split to their respective teams, receiving awkward stares from their teammates. Thankfully for the two, Chris made his usual spiel.
"Now that everyone's here, I can announce today's challenge." He snapped his fingers. The competitors heard what sounded like several motors going off at once. A few seconds, and suddenly, six interns came out of nowhere, piloting six large motorboats in the water. The boats had bits of scrap metal nailed to their sides, and in other areas. There was a small domed area in the back, with two tubes sticking out from the front of them. The pilot area was also covered. The interns drove the boats towards the competitors, getting in formation, with three boats on one side and three on the other. They started getting out (one of them lost his balance and splashed into the water), as Chris began.
"I like to call this challenge...Splash and Crash!" Some competitors looked nervous at what the challenge enticed, but some were excited. Jo and Duncan both gave sinister grins. Chris continued. "As the name implies, this challenge won't be about speed, quickness or focus. No, this is all about smashing the crap out of each other." He laughed maniacally. Jo and Duncan were now even more excited. "The goal of this challenge is simple: flip over one player's boat and they're eliminated. Once three boats on one team are flipped, they lose." He pointed at said boats. "You'll notice every boat is equipped with a turret. The turret is filled with paint that is manned by another competitor. The pilot is responsible for flipping other boats, while also avoiding getting flipped themselves. Meanwhile the shooter, in the back, attempts to blind, or distract, the enemy boat with the supplied paint. Like I said, once all three boats on one team have been flipped, they'll be out and will have to send one player home tonight. And if at any point, the pilot gets stuck, or decides to give up, he or she can pull a lever that will release a white flag. That means you surrender and you'll be out of the challenge. And if any other boat hits the already surrendered boat, then they'll also be out."
Now most of the competitors looked a little less nervous and nodded to each other. Chris gave a maniacal grin. "And to make things interesting…" He snapped his fingers once again.
A loud horn sounded, startling the competitors. Suddenly, a much larger boat, four times the size of the competitor's boat appeared from behind some rocks. It looked like a small ferry, with a flat front and a ramp that dipped into the water. It was being manned by Chef, who pulled a chain. Immediately, the flat front opened up, like sharp teeth, and it quickly closed. It was like a monster chomping up its next victim.
The competitors now looked petrified. Chris just smirked.
"Try to avoid that." He laughed. Then he clapped his hands. "Now to go about choosing the pairs…"
Dawn suddenly stepped forward, looking angry. "Chris, this challenge is incredibly damaging to mother nature. You're practically dumping metal and paint into the ocean." She crossed her arms. "There is no way I would ever allow a challenge like this to happen."
Chris blinked, but smiled, soon after. "Good, because your team has seven competitors and I only need six." He pointed at the Moon Child. "So, you will not have to participate. But that doesn't mean you'll be safe from possibly being eliminated." The Vengeful Bobcats glared at Dawn, but she didn't care.
"I can't allow this. You can't be allowed to continue with this barbaric challenge. I'll do something about it. I'll get all my animal brethren and-"
Chris snapped his fingers. Two interns suddenly appeared, with a straitjacket. They put it on Dawn, who didn't have time to react. They quickly snapped it into place, and Dawn could no longer move her arms. They quickly took her away from the dock, as she wriggled in defiance.
Chris looked back at the slightly scared competitors. "Now back to you guys. To decide who's going to be partnering with who, we're gonna do something a little different." He looked from one team to the other. "Cowboys, you'll be choosing the pairs for the Bobcats, and Bobcats, you'll be choosing for the Cowboys."
Noah gulped at this, and Jasmine didn't look happy either.
Confessional (Noah): "Well, knowing the other team, they're probably going to pick people that don't work well together." He sighed. "I think I know who I'm getting paired with."
Confessional (Jasmine): All she did was give a long, sad sigh, knowing exactly what would happen.
Static.
The Shark Cowboys huddled together.
Courtney started. "Alright team, I think we should-"
"We are not putting Amy and Sammy on the same team." Jasmine said bluntly
The rest of her teammates looked at the Aussie.
"Why not?" Gwen asked
Jasmine was about to respond, but she realized that what she said may have been a bad choice. She continued anyways "Amy is so mean to Sammy. She shouldn't be paired with someone as toxic as her sister."
The rest of the Shark Cowboys looked at each other, then back at Jasmine.
"Well…" Courtney said "If they aren't gonna get along, then it makes more sense to put them in the same boat."
Sanders, Macarthur and Gwen nodded in agreement. Jasmine looked upset, but knew it was her own fault for bringing it up. Samey's tough. She said to herself She can manage.
"Well if Jasmine doesn't think it's a good idea," Noah cut in. "Then I don't think we should put them together. Honestly, Duncan or Jo would probably be a better choice since neither of them are very popular. With anyone" He gave a nervous chuckle, in an attempt to ease the tension. But he stopped, when he noticed Jasmine looking annoyed, purposely looking away at him.
Confessional (Noah): He scratched the back of his head. "I don't think sucking up is gonna work."
Static
After a few more minutes, the competitors were ready to choose. Chris first looked at the Shark Cowboys. "Alright, you gals and guy, choose the teams for the Vengeful Bobcats."
Courtney stepped forward. "The teams we choose are...Duncan and Scott...Jo and Zoey, and…" She looked back at Jasmine, who looked very guilty at what was going to happen. "Amy and...Samey."
At the announcement of this, Samey sighed in annoyance and looked up at Jasmine. The Aussie gave a very apologetic look. Samey wasn't mad though, and nodded back with a confident smile. Noah noticed this and was reminded of his first interaction with Jasmine, when he told her that her friendship, with Samey, would ruin their chances of winning.
Chris then looked at the Vengeful Bobcats and had them announce their teams.
Zoey stepped forward, in front of her grinning teammates. "Well, Chris. The Shark Cowboys teams will be...Sanders and Gwen...Courtney and Macarthur…"
The CIT gave a very fearful look, as the burly Cadet wrapped her arm around her new partner, laughing in excitement. Jasmine cringed, knowing exactly who that left.
"...And Jasmine and Noah."
Now it was Samey's turn to look sorry as she saw The Aussie groan in annoyance. Noah gave an understanding look to her.
Chris pointed to the boats. "Alright, let's get to it!"
Soon all the competitors were in their boats. The pilots were Jo, Duncan and Samey, for the Bobcats, and Noah, Sanders and Macarthur for the Cowboys.
Every player had a headset to communicate with their boating teammates. Noah sat at the front, waiting for the signal to start. He thought about Jasmine. His guilt was still lingering. He touched his headset.
"Jasmine," he spoke, "I know you're still mad at me and I really meant what I said yesterday. You never deserved any of what I put you through and...I don't want to be known as the bully of this season. So I hope you can forgive me." He released his hand and waited for a response.
He didn't get anything.
Noah pressed the button again. "Jasmine?" Still nothing. "Jasmine?"
He then heard a beep, followed by a…"My headset was off. Focus on the challenge. If we lose...you're the one who's going home."
After that bitter reply, Noah didn't feel very confident. But, at the same time, he knew Jasmine wanted to focus on the challenge, so he knew he had to do the same.
Jo readied herself in the doomed shooting area. She looked down at Zoey, who was familiarizing herself with the controls. The Jockette grinned.
Confessional (Jo): "Back in my first season, Redhead almost blew it for us during our boating challenge." She grinned and crossed her arms. "Luckily, she had me on the team to make sure we came away with the win. And I expect the same thing will happen this time." She smirked, but opened her eyes when she realized what she said. "Not the...blowing the challenge, the...me...being the reason we win."
Static.
On another Bobcat boat, Amy had been taunting her sister through the headset.
"A lot of pressure on you, Sis. You cost us the Sci-Fi challenge already, so I doubt you'll do good in this challenge either."
Now Samey pressed her headset. "But that wasn't my faul-"
Amy didn't let her finish. "Ah, there you go again, blaming someone else for your failures. Classic Samey."
She laughed, as her Sister gave a deadpan expression. She turned off her headset, silencing the cackling.
Soon Chris was at the center of the dock, standing in front of the six boats. He had a flare gun in hand, in the other was a megaphone. "When I pull the trigger on this flare, that's the cue to start. Got it?" All the competitors nodded in response. Chris grinned. "You'll have about five minutes until we release Chef, or whenever we feel like it, so y'all better be ready." The competitors readied themselves as Chris raised the gun. After a few more seconds of anticipation, Chris pulled the trigger and the challenge began.
Most of the competitors sped forwards towards the other boats. Others choose to avoid it and turn the other way. Macarthur steered her boat in between two of the Bobcat's boats, making the CIT, hold on tighter.
Scott turned around and menacingly aimed his gun, while Duncan looked for people to ram.
Sanders just managed to avoid being hit by Amy and Samey's boat.
Zoey sped away from some of the other boats, much to Jo's annoyance.
"Hey what are you doing? The Cowboys are the other way." She yelled at Zoey, through the headset.
"If we get involved too soon, we'll risk tipping the boat over and going out early." Zoey responded.
There was some silence in her headset. After a few moments, Jo responded.
"Good call, Red. Ya know I sometimes forgot that you're not as dumb as you look."
Jo gave a hearty chuckle, thinking Zoey would join in with her. But considering she just insulted her own teammate (And that it was Jo), Zoey wasn't sure how to take it.
Macarthur was completely focused on the competition. She effortlessly dodged the oncoming boats. Courtney aimed her turret, but didn't shoot at anything. Macarthur was moving too fast for her. She tapped her headset.
"Macarthur, can you please control this thing so I can shoot someone?"
Courtney was surprised when Macarthur started laughing. "I'm one step ahead of you, partner. I'm getting around everyone, so you have a clear shot. If we don't pick the right moment, we'll be sitting ducks."
Courtney froze. She was actually agreeing with the cadet. "Um...yeah, let's do that. G-Good plan."
Macarthur smirked as she dodged the oncoming paint shots.
Confessional (Courtney): "Wow. Maybe with Macarthur on our side, we can actually win this challenge. As long as her head's in the game, she might actually know what she's doing." Her impressed smirk changed to a more analytical look, like she immediately thought of something else after saying that.
Static
Samey was trying to concentrate on steering the boat, but Amy's constant bickering was very apparent.
"What are you doing? I can't get anyone if you're driving like this. Ugh, no wonder I was the first to get my license."
Samey breathed in, trying not to let her sister get to her.
Amy continued screaming through the headset "Watch where you're going!"
Samey finally had enough. "I am watching-"
Their boat suddenly got hit. Samey turned to see Noah and Jasmine's boat, slamming against them. Samey's headset was slightly obscured, but she fixed it quickly and readied herself.
"What are you doing?" Jasmine yelled through Noah's headset.
"I'm trying to win this challenge." He answered calmly.
"Well, why are you going after Samey?"
"She's on the other team."
Jasmine's gaze frowned. "You're just doing this to get me angry, so you'll have someone to blame."
Noah didn't know how to respond. He knew Jasmine and Samey were friends. And even though he wanted to win the challenge, he figured their chances would be better if Jasmine wasn't always angry at him.
"Fine." He said begrudgingly. He pulled the boat away, much to the Twins' confusion
Chris watched from the dock as the boats zoomed past each other. No one had been tipped and there had been very little contact with the other boats. He looked somewhat bored.
"If only I had a way to make things more interesting and carnage inducing." He said to no one in particular. Then he grinned. "Oh wait…" He pulled out a walkie talkie from his back pocket. "...I do." He spoke into the device. "Chef, it's hunting time."
A few moments later, a loud horn sounded out, and the giant catcher boat made its way into the battlefield. Chef cackled from inside as he went for his first target.
As soon as Jasmine and Noah had turned away, Amy had gone right back to belittling her sister. Samey had finally had enough and briefly let go of the controls. She quickly grabbed them again, but it was too late. She looked to her left in horror. There was Chef coming straight for their boat. Samey didn't have time to turn away, and Amy's paint blasts did nothing.
Chef pushed a button and the front hatch opened, again, like it was a monster opening it's sharp teeth.
The Twins screamed as they entered the mouth of the boat, before being engulfed in darkness. Chris spoke into his megaphone. "And the Twins have been eliminated, courtesy of Chef and his monster boat. The Bobcats are down by one, so the advantage goes to the Cowboys."
Noah looked back. He couldn't tell, but he figured Jasmine was upset over her friend being eliminated so early.
He hesitated before saying anything, but finally pressed his headset. "I'm...sorry your friend got taken out of the game."
He didn't receive a response.
Duncan and Scott were in a ramming contest with Courtney and Macarthur. The Cadet and the CIT had the other team on the ropes and wouldn't let them get away. Scott tried shooting to block Macarthur's vision, but since he was at the side, it was easier said than done.
The Country Boy pressed his headset. "Can't you go any faster?!" Duncan tried to speed up, but The rival Cowboys kept blocking them. Scott had another idea. "Why not stop the boat? We'll catch them off guard and get them again."
Duncan disagreed. "They'll catch up with us again before we start moving. This cop really knows what she's doing."
Scott was annoyed by this (or rather, he acted like he was. In reality, Scott didn't care if he won or lost), until he noticed something. Heading towards them, was another boat. It was Gwen and Sanders' boat. Duncan became increasingly worried when he saw this.
Confessional (Duncan): He slapped his forehead in frustration. "Of course we had to put my ex-girlfriend and the cadet who I might actually…" He looked around nervously, desperate to to think of a word. "...tolerate." He said quickly.
Static.
Scott grinned at this, as he tapped his headset. "This is perfect. Let them take us out of the challenge." Duncan was confused by this, but Scott went on. "They'll probably crash too, so that'll just leave Jo and Zoey to take out the rest. And if they don't, well...I guess we'll just send another piece of dead weight off our team."
Duncan gulped. He looked forward. Gwen and Sanders were getting closer and closer. Duncan could see that even Sanders was unsure about what she was doing. His hands shook as he held the controls. Finally his face turned stern and he did something. Much to Scott's surprise, Duncan pulled back, stopping suddenly. Macarthur and Courtney sped past them, as well as the oncoming Gwen and Sanders. Since Duncan had stopped so suddenly, his boat tilted slightly forwards. Sanders had no way to stop in time. She hit Duncan's boat and, instead of crashing into it, she slid over it like a ramp and went flying through the air.
Scott watched in amazement as the boat sailed over him.
Gwen and Sanders screamed in horror. And to make matters worse, they were heading towards Chef's boat. The door to his catcher boat was open and the two soared directly in it. The door closed, signaling the end to their run.
From a distance, Courtney watched on, devastated by what just happened. Her expression quickly soured. She tapped her headset. "Macarthur. We are going after Duncan and Scott. They can't get away with what they just did."
The Burly Cadet just grinned. "Let's do it!" She cheered.
But before they could turn, they were suddenly rammed by another boat. Jo and Zoey had finally joined the challenge. Courtney looked back at Chef's boat, with Gwen inside. But she knew that she had another challenger, so turned back and opened fire onto the Bobcat's boat.
Duncan and Scott had quickly turned their attention to the other Shark Cowboys team: Jasmine and Noah. The Brainiac was having trouble trying to avoid them and Jasmine was having just as much trouble aiming at them. Eventually Scott was briefly able to pull alongside them and open fire. Paint splattered across Jasmine's protecting glass. The Aussie couldn't see anything now. Suddenly they felt a bump and their boat started turning in another direction. Jasmine still had no idea what was going on. There was sudden impact and both Cowboys jolted. Duncan and Scott pulled their boat away and sped off. Jasmine couldn't see where they were, but Noah could. They were tilted, caught on two rocks, one flat and long, the other smaller but sharp. Noah tried moving the boat, but the rotor wasn't in the water. He groaned in annoyance and tapped his headset.
"We're stuck," he said dully.
"Well...get us out then." Came the blunt reply.
"I can't. Not from here. We're pretty much out of the water."
He heard a groan through his headset. "Fine. I'll get out and push us back into the water."
Noah waited, as he listened to Jasmine. He heard what sounded like struggling sounds, which confused him. The noises continued until he heard Jasmine's voice.
"My foot's stuck." she said, annoyed.
Noah didn't laugh, and instead realized the problem that could arise. "Do you want me to help? I'm small enough, I can probably get you out."
Noah didn't get a reply for a few moments. But finally, he received a sigh followed by a very dull, "Just make it quick."
Noah pushed the release button and his hatch opened. He unbuckled his strap and walked out. He scaled his boat to Jasmine's dome, but then his eyes caught something.
Scott and Duncan were going away from them, but they were just turning their boat. In Noah's direction. The Brainiac realized what would happen and tapped his headset.
"Jasmine, Duncan and Scott are gonna ram us since we aren't out yet." He panicked.
"Well, get me out then." came the reply.
"Open your hatch."
Noah heard a click, but nothing happened.
"It won't open." Jasmine replied. Noah looked back up at Duncan and Scott, they were getting closer and closer. Jasmine responded again. "You'll have to pull the hatch open."
But Noah didn't listen. "Jasmine, I'm going to pull the surrender flag."
"Don't you dare." Jasmine said firmly.
Noah remained undeterred. "Scott and Duncan are going to hit us, if we don't." He looked at the flat rock that Jasmine's dome was leaning towards. "And if they flip us, your dome is gonna hit the rocks."
"You're just saying that so we get eliminated!"
Noah snapped. "No! I'm saying this so you don't get hurt. I don't want that to happen. I never wanted that to happen! And right now, I need you to listen to me or we're both gonna get hurt because I'm not moving from this spot!"
He panted after his brief rant. He looked back up. Scott and Duncan were seconds away from ramming into them. Noah was in a deep state of panic, waiting for Jasmine's response.
Finally, he got one. "Fine. Do it."
Noah scrambled towards the pilot's seat and quickly pulled the lever. A pole shot out from behind the boat and unraveled a large white flag.
Duncan saw this and, remembering the rules, pulled away to avoid hitting them. The problem for him was that he didn't see what was to his left.
Chef's capture boat.
Duncan turned to avoid Noah and Jasmine, but ran right into the path of Chef. He had nowhere to go. He and Scott screamed as they slid into the open mouth of the boat, before the doors shut behind them.
Noah watched the entire situation. He couldn't help but give a small laugh. He then remembered his situation with Jasmine and moved to open her pod.
"With Noah's surrender, only two boats remain." Chris said to the camera. "Zoey and Jo for the Vengeful Bobcats, and Courtney and Macarthur for the Shark Cowboys. Who's gonna win it all?"
Most of the eliminated teams (except for Noah, Jasmine, Scott and Duncan) had gotten back to the dock. They all watched with interest. Sanders cheered loudly for her partner. Gwen looked at her and smiled. But it faded. She looked off, thinking about something.
Macarthur swerved her boat around. Now it was directly facing their remaining opponents. Jo glared at the cadet, which Macarthur returned. The Jockette had a very clear memory of losing the rollerblade tiebreaker challenge to the cadet and wanted to avenge her loss. Macarthur, on the other hand, did not want to lose for her team. She tapped her headset.
"Yo, Court. Ya ready?"
Courtney smirked and responded. "Yes. Let's do it."
Jo tapped her headset to talk with Zoey. "Make sure you get me in a good range to shoot them."
Zoey responded in agreement, and while she looked focused, she was very nervous.
Macarthur was the first to make a move, pushing forward aggressively. Jo told Zoey to do the same, which she did. Courtney aimed and fired her paint turret at their boat. Zoey was able to dodge a few shots, but some paint splattered across their boat. Thankfully, her vision wasn't blocked. The boats were seconds away from colliding before they both veered off in different directions.
Macarthur grinned, as if she had a plan, but it faded when she saw Chef's capture boat. She swerved again, barely avoiding the boat's grasp.
Jo watched from a distance, then she tapped her headset. "I've got an idea, Red. But it might be risky." Zoey nodded, now even more scared of what would happen.
Macarthur turned her boat around, making sure that Chef wasn't near. She had completely forgotten about Jo and Zoey, until they sped up next to her and started ramming their boat. Macarthur was happy to return it and give chase.
"Don't use your shots just yet." She said to Courtney. "I've got a plan." Courtney agreed, as Macarthur pulled back on the controls. They slowed down and the Cadet pulled herself right behind Jo and Zoey. She gave the command to fire and Courtney did so. Jo was facing their boat, and when she saw the oncoming paint shots, she turned her turret around, meaning the paint splattered the back of her dome.
"Keep going straight," Jo instructed Zoey. Zoey did so, but didn't agree with it. Directly in their path was Chef's boat, coming right for them.
Macarthur saw the boat too, and scoffed. "That's the oldest trick in the book, no way are they going to trick me."
The eliminated competitors watched with great interest and confusion. Jo grin widened as they neared the boat. Zoey was now petrified. Courtney looked worried and even Macarthur was getting nervous.
Suddenly, Jo turned her turret around to the Cowboy's boat. It took one second for Macarthur to realize what she was doing. Jo pushed her buttons and sent a barrage of paint directly towards the boat. Very quickly, Macarthur and Courtney's windows were covered and blocked with a large array of color. Macarthur was stunned for a second, but remembered where she was.
She grabbed the controls and pulled to the left. While Zoey and Jo barely avoided crashing into Chef's boat, the Cowboys weren't as lucky. Macarthur was able to avoid going directly into the mouth, but she couldn't get past the boat itself. Macarthur turned right into the sharp corner of the capture boat. The sudden impact sent their boat into the air, tipping forward. It landed back in the water upside down, and resurfaced. Which meant that…
"Macarthur and Courtney have been eliminated, which means the Vengeful Bobcats are the winners of the challenge." Chris announced. The team cheered as they watched Jo and Zoey spin in victory.
Macarthur and Courtney popped their heads above the water, and watched the Bobcat's boat take a victory lap. Zoey listened to Jo cheering in her headset and smiled.
Confessional (Zoey): "It's great that we won the challenge for our team. Jo's not a bad partner, as long as she isn't insulting you. We make a pretty good team." Her smile faded slightly, as she thought of her next words. "Do I ever want to team with her again?" She paused. "...no."
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As the teams walked off the dock, Scott turned and stopped. He made sure Jo hadn't gotten back yet and hid behind a tree. As his teammates walked by, he reached out and pulled one of them towards him. Amy.
The Twin was more annoyed than surprised and was about to say something when…
"I want to make a deal with you," Scott said. Amy still looked annoyed, but didn't say anything. Scott went on and reached into his pocket. "I noticed how you and Jo like to spend so much time together, almost like you're plotting something." He paused, smirking. "So I just wanted to let you know where your loyalty should lie." With that, he pulled out what he was hiding. Amy went wide eyed and gasped at what she saw. The Chris McLean invincibility statue. She looked up the Country Boy.
"Where did you get that?"
Scott just grinned and put the statue back in his pocket. "Don't worry about that. What you do need to worry about is how long you're gonna last in this game." He paused again, letting Amy think about what he was saying. "Jo is fine and all, but she has never outlasted me in either of our seasons, and I don't intend for something different to happen. All I'm saying is...think about where your loyalties should lie."
Once he was done, he walked towards the rest of the competitors, leaving Amy by herself. She thought about what Scott had said, but then looked at him and glared.
Confessional (Scott): He was holding the statue in his hand. "That little cheerleader is so naive. She needs someone like me to keep her safe." He paused and cackled. "At least until I decide to drop her."
Confessional (Amy): She didn't say anything. All she did was sit in the confessional and stare at the camera blankly. Then she gave a very devilish smirk towards it.
Static.
Noah was walking to his cabin. The loser cabin. He walked up to his door, stopped and sighed.
Confessional (Noah): "Well I guess the best thing about today is that I'll have the entire guys side to myself." He chuckled, but it quickly faded. "At least for a few hours."
Static.
Noah was about to open the door, when Gwen popped her head out from the girls side of the cabin. Noah turned.
"Good," Gwen said. "Get in here, we need to talk to you about something." She went back into her room. Noah raised an eyebrow, but cautiously walked into the girls room of the cabin. Once he got inside, he found Courtney and Jasmine also waiting. Noah looked at the tall Aussie, hoping she still wasn't mad at him. She wasn't looking directly at him, and looked more bored than angry. Noah walked forwards, next to Jasmine and the two faced Gwen and Courtney.
"Alright," Courtney started. "Now we can get this team meeting started."
Noah raised a questioning eyebrow to this and looked around, as did Jasmine.
"Aren't we missing a few people?" Jasmine asked.
Gwen and Courtney looked at each other, with unsure and guilty expressions on their faces. Noah immediately picked up what was going on. "Are we gonna vote off one of the Cadets?"
The two didn't say anything, but judging by their faces, Noah and Jasmine were able to figure out that that was the case. Noah was about to speak, but the Aussie cut him off.
"Why? They're practically our best teammates. It makes no sense to vote either of them off."
This time, Gwen spoke first. "Yeah, we realize that, but here's the issue…"
She let Courtney continue for her. "After tonight, there will only be twelve total competitors left. Chris only has some many episodes left before the merge." She looked over at Gwen, then back at the other two. "And we think that if both of them make it to the merge, then they'll be unstoppable."
Noah shrugged at this. "I can't argue with that, they did win the Ridonculous Race."
Silence followed as the four looked at each other. Jasmine broke the silence.
"So who are we gonna send home?"
Gwen and Courtney again looked at each other, before looking back at them. Gwen spoke. "We're not sure. Eliminating Sanders might make Macarthur an even bigger threat…"
"...And Sanders is far too level headed. Macarthur would probably get herself eliminated, at some point, anyway." Courtney added.
Again, the four stood in silence, thinking it over. Both points were good. But they needed all four votes to make it count. Jasmine looked up at her teammates.
"So how are we gonna decide?"
Gwen and Courtney shrugged, but Noah had an idea. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. "We let the coin pick. Heads, it's Sanders. Tails, it's Macarthur." Courtney and Gwen weren't sure, but couldn't think of an alternative. They nodded. Noah nodded to, and readied himself. But then he looked up at Jasmine. Thinking for a moment, he held out the coin to her. "I think you should do it." he said.
Jasmine was surprised at the gesture. He was trusting her with the decision? She didn't know what to make of it, but took the coin and put it on top of her thumb. She looked at the other three, before flicking her thumb, sending the coin flying up...and back down to her open palm. She closed her fist on it. Nervously, she opened it.
At the elimination ceremony, the six remaining Shark Cowboys sat on the stumps. Gwen, Jasmine, Courtney and Noah all looked very guilty about their decision.
Chris stood at his barrel, looking very perplexed "Ya ever get that feeling like you're forgetting something." He said the competitors. No one had an answer for him, so he shrugged and took the envelope.
Macarthur smiled, as Chris did his usual speech. She looked to her partner. "I think we did pretty good today, could've gone either way." Chris passed the first marshmallow to Gwen. The Goth took it, but Sanders noted how guilty her expression was. Macarthur went on. "I mean, I definitely did better than you, but I don't think it should be a competition on who's better. I'd obviously win it, so why even bother, am I right?" Sanders wasn't listening though. She watched Chris pass the next marshmallow to Jasmine. She had a similar expression to Gwen. Suddenly, Sanders realized what was going on, but Macarthur kept talking. "Like, I won for our team, you won for our team, but...mine meant more."
"Macarthur."
The burly cadet wasn't listening. Sanders watched Courtney receive a marshmallow. "I mean mine was a tiebreaker against Jo, while you were only facing a half hearted Alejandro."
"Macarthur!"
"And if I'm being honest, you had to use dirty tactics to win. Using his girlfriend for leverage...that's just low. I mean, I was impressed by it, but it's still low."
"MACARTHUR!"
The Burly Cadet finally stopped talking. She was going to ask Sanders why she was yelling at her, when she saw Chris toss another marshmallow to Noah. He only had one marshmallow left on his plate. Macarthur looked around to realize that everyone else had received a marshmallow. Except for Sanders and herself.
Chris smirked as he looked at the cadets, who were completely frozen. "Yeah, I'm honestly just as surprised as you two are, but the votes don't lie. I do sometimes, but not tonight." He laughed at his own joke. Sanders looked over at her partner, as did Macarthur. Both were petrified over what would happen next. They looked back at the host, who was now holding the marshmallow above his head.
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The Skinny Cadet couldn't even catch her immunity item, she was so in shock. Macarthur just stood on her stump, also in shock. She slowly started to stand up. Noah, Courtney, Gwen and Jasmine watched on, worried what would happen. Macarthur took a deep breath, looked back at her ex-teammates and...smiled.
"Well, ya guys got me. Honestly, not a bad choice. I mean, Sanders was probably the better choice to eliminate first." The four looked confused as Macarthur walked away. "She's way more sensible than I am, she isn't going to-"
Suddenly, Macarthur felt a tug on her arm. She looked back. Sanders was holding onto her arm with both hands. She looked terrified, tears forming around her eyes.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no." She repeated. "You're not the one who's supposed to go. You know way more about this game than I do. I can't go on like this. Not without you." She was practically choking on her words. "We were supposed to go to the end and-" She looked at Chris and stepped towards him. "I want to take Macarthur's place. I want to be eliminated."
Chris was surprised by this, but shrugged. "Sorry. Can't do that. Rules are rules."
Sanders was now hyperventilating. She let her tears run down her face, until she felt a hand grab her shoulder and turn her around.
Macarthur looked sternly at her partner and grabbed her other shoulder. "Hey!" She shouted. Sanders calmed down a bit, but she was still crying. Macarthur went on. "You are way stronger than you think you are. What I said before meant nothing. I'm the one who's less level headed, so they probably figured that I would get myself eliminated in the merge." Courtney was slightly impressed that Macarthur knew that, but the Cadet went on. "You can do this. You can make farther than I ever could. They made a big mistake by not sending you home." She moved their heads closer together. "So make them regret it."
Sanders just stared at her partner. Macarthur smiled and locked Sanders in a hug. The skinny cadet returned it, though sadly. Macarthur released the hug, took one last look at her partner and walked towards Chris. "Since I only competed in the Race, do I get to choose my way of elimination?"
Chris was surprised by this, but allowed it. Macarthur gave a wide smirk.
A few minutes later, Gwen, Jasmine, Noah, Courtney and Sanders were all witnessing Macarthur's choice of elimination.
She, of course, chose the Launch of Shame.
Macarthur grinned as was loaded in. Even Chris was surprised how eager she was. But before she got launched, Macarthur looked down at Sanders. Her partner was still very upset, and looked to be doubting herself. But then Macarthur nodded at her. Then, Sanders took a deep breath and gave a stern look, followed by a return nod.
Macarthur grinned, and gave a thumbs up. Then Chris pulled the cord, and the Cadet was launched into the night sky, yelling in delight as she flew.
The other four competitors looked back at Sanders, who just turned and walked towards the cabin. They all felt very guilty over what just happened. Chris stepped in front of them and faced the camera.
"Wow. Talk about an emotional elimination ceremony. The Cadets are now split and the Shark Cowboys only have five players left. Will Sanders be able to make it past the next episode? Will Noah be able to last another night? And is the merge coming soon, or are we gonna let the competitors squirm for a bit longer? Find out next time on Tot-"
Suddenly, there was a noise from a nearby bush. Chris looked over. Out stepped Dawn. But she looked very different. Her straitjacket was torn to pieces, as well as part of her sweater, and she had a tranquilizer dart sticking out of her shoulder. Aggressively, she pulled it out, while giving the Host a cold death glare. Her hair was messed up and she had scratches on her face. Chris realized the situation and, panicked, looked at the camera. "See you next time." With that, he bolted away, screaming in terror, as Dawn gave chase.
Sanders sat miserably at the steps to her cabin. The rest of the Cowboys had gone to sleep and she was the only one up. It was very late at night. She had stopped crying, but just looked miserably down at the ground. How was she going to get through the rest of the game?
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap and looked up.
It was Duncan.
He stepped towards her, noticing the sad expression on the Cadet's face. He gave a look that said he understood what just happened. Sanders was surprised and waited for a response.
"Looks like...It's time for me to return the favor." He gave an awkward smile.
Sanders kept looking up at him, shocked by what he just said. Before Duncan could say anything else, the Cadet jumped forward and wrapped the Ex-Con in a sad hug, crying again. Duncan was too surprised to return it at first, but did so after a few seconds.
She didn't say anything for a while, and neither did he.
Well, that was fun. I was surprised just how quickly I wrote this chapter. As for Macarthur, she was easily my favorite character to write for, so I'm sad to see her go. But Also I think I like this elimination ceremony a little more than last chapter's. Let me know what you think of her elimination and how I wrote her overall. The challenge was also really fun to write and I liked mixing the action with the drama. Remember to leave a review, a follow or just send some love.
In the meantime, peace be with ya.
Vengeful Bobcats: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Scott, Dawn, Zoey and Jo
Shark Cowboys: Gwen, Courtney, Sanders, Noah and Jasmine
Placement:
22nd: Sierra
21st: Lightning
20th: Tyler
19th: Leshawna
18th: Mike
17th: Cody
16th: Heather
15th: Alejandro
14th: Owen
13th: Macarthur
Votes:
Macarthur: Noah, Jasmine, Courtney, Gwen
Noah: Macarthur, Sanders