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The McPlane lowered its landing gear as it headed to its next destination. The new host, Don cleared his throat as he was about to start the recap. "Last time on Total Drama Legends. Our challenge brought us to Spain and the competitors were tasked with running a restaurant. Thankfully, no one ran it into the ground. Some struggled at first (Duncan, Sanders and Mike), while others stepped up and helped motivate their teams (Noah and Leshawna). Duncan admitted a huge secret to Zoey, while Mike's suspicions of the two only grew. Jasmine had the unique role of playing on neither team. However she was still up for elimination, and Amy took full advantage of that, and spearheaded the Australian's eventual downfall. However before she left, the Aussie was able to bury the hatchet with her new friend, Noah. Good on them."
The camera flashed, and Don was revealed to be sitting in the cockpit of the McPlane, next to Chef. "So this is where Chris used to sit, right?" He asked Chef. He only got a low growl as a response. Don smirked and looked back at the camera. "Ten remain, but one will fall behind. Be left in the dust. Dropped at the curb. Abandoned and-"
"Would you shut it?!" Chef snapped.
Don remained unphased. "Ah, banter. I like it, Chef. But let's save that for later because this is an all new episode of...Total...Drama...Legends! How am I doing, Chefy?"
"I said SHUT IT!"
The members of the Red Team, from the last challenge, were trying their hardest to not feel like losers...in the Loser Class. However, one member was perfectly content where he was.
"What's got you so happy?" Jo questioned.
Noah just smiled. "I'm on a high right now. And it's the best I've ever felt in weeks."
Jo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I didn't think you were the type of person who did stuff like that, but whatever."
Noah gave a dull look and was about to explain when…
"He means he's in a good mood." Gwen interrupted, sitting across from the two. "Probably about getting in good with Jasmine, am I right?" Noah nodded. Gwen seemed unsure. "To be honest, I don't get it. She took advantage of you in Turkey and screwed our team in the last challenge."
Jo grumbled, having to be reminded of what happened in Spain.
Noah shook it off. "Look, I get what you mean. But I don't care. I set out to redeem myself and I feel like I did. I can now go to sleep with a clean conscience." He leaned back on the bench and put his hands behind his head, just for emphasis.
Gwen looked at him. Even though she didn't understand it, she felt happy that her friend had redeemed himself in his own eyes. Wow. She thought I just considered Noah my friend. This is a weird season.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a door close. Gwen turned, and saw her new friend, Samey, having just walked out of the lavatory. Needless to say, she didn't share the same enthusiasm that Noah did. She was hugging herself, and looked miserable. Gwen gave a look of pity.
"How ya holding up, Samey?" She asked.
The Twin sighed. "Not great. It was already upsetting enough that I never got to say goodbye to Dawn, but now I actually had to see my closest friend get eliminated." She sat down, next to Gwen, with her palms pressed against her cheeks. "I don't know what to do now that they're both gone."
Gwen felt bad for her new friend. Even though she didn't exactly like Jasmine, she could see how much it was affecting Samey. She didn't say anything, and gave a comforting pat on the Twin's back.
Speaking of Twin, Amy was feeling very happy with herself. She was not only the cause of two eliminations in a row, but they were both friends of Samey's.
Confessional (Amy): She had a devilish grin. "This...has been amazing. First Dawn, now Jasmine." She cackled. "My sister must be miserable right now. My only regret, so far, is that I haven't been able to see her stupid face."
Static.
Sanders didn't have the same feelings as her teammate did. She was sitting by herself, in one of the lounge chairs. She looked at the bar. Duncan and Zoey were sitting on the stools chatting. She frowned.
Confessional (Sanders): She was still frowning. "Since we got on the plane, Duncan hasn't said a word to me. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's been purposefully avoiding me." She sighed. "I still want to talk with him, but I also don't want to force anything."
Static
Meanwhile, Mike was sitting away from the rest of his old teammates. He hadn't bothered talking to anyone, as a lot was on his mind. He was sitting near the entrance to first class, in hopes of hearing something, or his girlfriend walking out from the curtain. Knowing who she was with was also not helping his situation. Needless to say, his imagination was getting the better of him.
Confessional (Mike): He sighed. "What am I supposed to do? No way Zoey would cheat on me...I don't think. But how am I supposed to ask her?" He started mimicking talking to Zoey. "Oh hey Zoey. Quick question. Are you, by any chance dating Duncan? No? Oh, ok. What? You think that's a really insensitive question and you want to break up?" Mike paused, as if he was really having the conversation. "Wait, Zoey I- No. Please don't leave. I promise I'll change." He ran out the door. "I promise I'll chaaaange."
Static
Samey was still sitting on the bench, her arms wrapped around her knees. Like Mike, a lot was running through her head. She had a strong feeling Amy was responsible for Dawn's elimination and, even though she didn't know how, she felt her sister had something to do with Jasmine's elimination as well. She sighed.
Samey looked over at her new friend. She could see her look of concern. In that moment, with Dawn and Jasmine still on her mind, she made a decision.
"Gwen," Samey said quietly. "I'm really happy I got the chance to meet you but...I don't think I can hang around with you anymore."
Gwen looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
Samey gave a heavy sigh. "I can't get into it, right now, but I don't want you to get eliminated because of me." She stood up.
"Wait, but-" Gwen was about to retort, but Samey was already walking away. Gwen wanted to help, but had no idea where to start.
Duncan and Zoey were still sitting at the bar. Zoey had a paper triangle, while Duncan held up his hands, with his thumbs touching and both of his index fingers pointed up. "Alright, just concentrate and try to get it between my fingers." he said.
Zoey aimed her paper football, and used her other hand to flick it. It...went completely off course and landed on the floor nearby. Duncan laughed. "So the score is now...fifteen...to nothing, am I right?"
Zoey smirked. "Hey, I'm getting better."
The Ex-Con rolled his eyes, and smirked. He went over to pick up the paper football.
Confessional (Zoey): "I figured it would be a good idea to take Duncan's mind off of Dawn's elimination, so I asked him to teach me to play paper football. It's fun...even if I'm not good at it. But as long as Duncan's happy, I don't really care."
Static.
As Duncan picked up the paper, Zoey suddenly realized he was being watched. From the lounge chairs, Zoey noticed Sanders, staring at the Ex-Con. When she saw Zoey looking at her, she turned away. Zoey frowned.
"Ready to go again?" Duncan sat back in his seat.
Zoey looked back. "Uh...yeah." She held her hands out, like Duncan did before. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot." Duncan said, not looking up.
Zoey thought for a second. Though she couldn't be sure what was going on, she had noticed how weirdly Duncan had been acting around the Cadet. But she knew asking about it wouldn't get her anything. So she had to get the answer from him, in a different way. "What are you gonna do now that Gwen isn't...available?"
Duncan froze, clearly thinking about the question. He sighed. "I don't know. Hopefully, I'll just get over it at some point." He went back to aiming the football.
Now Zoey put her plan in action. "Well...what about someone else, on the show? Like... Leshawna?"
Duncan glanced up at her, slightly weirded out. "Leshawna's fine, but I'd sooner go out with Chef, before I dated her."
Zoey continued. "Jo?"
The Ex-Con scoffed. "Not with a ten foot pole."
"Samey?"
"She looks exactly like the person who's on the top of my hate list. No way." He was about to flick the football.
Zoey paused for a second, before giving off a weird look. "What about...me?"
Duncan completely missed flicking the paper. He looked back at his friend. "What?"
Zoey looked embarrassed. "I...I was curious. I figured you'd say no anyways."
Duncan groaned. "Look, you're nice and all but...one, you've got a boyfriend. And two...I see you more as an annoying sister...which totally doesn't sound weird now that I'm saying it outloud." He mumbled that last part to himself.
Zoey thought again for a moment. "Sanders?"
Duncan completely froze. Then he looked up at Zoey, who was nervously smiling. He didn't say anything, and just continued to stare. After a few more seconds, he exhaled, stood up and walked away.
Zoey watched him, debating if she did the right thing.
The plane soon landed near familiar territory. A quick flash of the camera, and the competitors had arrived. Don spread his arms out and introduced the place.
"Welcome back to Total...Drama...Action!" He exclaimed.
The competitors looked around the abandoned film lot with dull expressions, though Leshawna was noticeably surprised.
Confessional (Leshawna): "Man, we came back here?" She looked around the confessional, and frowned. "Not a lot of happy memories. Everyone being mad at me for fake crying, Duncan convincing Harold to eliminate me and…" she shuddered. "...being friends with Heather."
Static.
As Don walked the competitors towards their challenge, Leshawna went to find her friend. Samey had her arms crossed, and she still looked very downcast. Leshawna soon found her.
"Hey, girl. How ya doing?" She smiled. Samey didn't respond, or even acknowledge her friend. Leshawna noticed, and looked around. She noticed the lack of a certain tall competitor, one that Samey had eagerly introduced her to. The Sistah looked down at her friend. "I'm sorry, Sammy." She put a comforting arm around the Twin's shoulder.
While Samey appreciated it, she also remembered what she said to Gwen early. She immediately stood up straight, pushed Leshawna's arm off and feigned a smile. "It's ok, Leshawna. I'll be fine." She then picked up her walking speed and made some distance between herself and Leshawna. Leshawna watched, puzzled by what just happened.
Zoey was also looking for someone in the crowd. She perked up once she saw her boyfriend. "Hey Mike." she said once she walked up to him.
But the spiky-haired competitor didn't answer. In fact, he was just staring directly forward.
Zoey was confused. "Mike? What are you-"
At that moment, Mike snapped back into reality and looked at Zoey. "Oh, hey Zoe. How's it going?" He gave a nervous chuckle. "Been missing me?"
Zoey gave an odd look. "Y-Yeah. Of course, I have, but...are you alright?"
Mike kept his fake smile. "I'm fine. I'm fine. How's...How are you and Duncan getting along?"
The Indie Chick raised an eyebrow, trying to think of a response. "Um...We've been good, I guess. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason." He looked forward again. "No reason at all."
Zoey was puzzled by her boyfriend's behavior, but didn't know what else to say. Mike, on the other hand, still wasn't sure how to feel about his situation.
Don soon stopped and turned around to face the competitors. "Now for today's challenge, we're going with a popular genre of film. One that centers around fast cars, intense action and, most importantly...family. It's the racing movie challenge!" He held his arms out for dramatic effect.
The competitors looked behind the host, and noticed a figure eight made of wood. Next to them was a set of eight go-karts. Don noticed the stares and went on. "This is the track you'll be competing on. This will be a tournament style race, with two people competing each round." The competitors were intrigued, except for Noah.
Confessional (Noah): He groaned. "I hate those types of movies. They're nothing more than excuses for people to show off their model bodies and car collections. But as long as you create a contrived message about family, you can get away with it." He said that last part sarcastically.
Static.
Don continued. "Now there are ten of you here, but we need eight of you to compete." He eyed the competitors. "The winners of the last challenge are already in. Four members of the losing team will have qualifying races to fill in the last two spots. The winner of the entire tournament will be immune from tonight's elimination...and get a special prize afterwards." The competitors now looked motivated if it meant winning a prize.
As Don pointed at the competitors for the first race. Sanders looked over. Since she had already qualified, she figured it was a good time to try and talk with a certain competitor.
The Ex-Con sat dully at the sidelines, but when he saw the Cadet heading towards him, he started to panic.
Confessional (Duncan): "Ok, I'll admit it. That Cadet is...alright. She's not the worst cop I've ever met. But that doesn't mean I'm about to tell her that I…" He froze, thinking what he was about to say. "That I...don't hate her."
Static.
Thinking quickly, the Ex-Con looked for a getaway. The closest one he could find was in the form of Zoey. He ran over to her, and pretended like he was going to talk with her. Thankfully for him, this worked, and Sanders stopped, disappointed.
However, Mike had also been watching the two. He cringed at the sight. Though he didn't see anything wrong with them talking, his mind was already creating possible scenarios. None of them he liked.
Even though he wasn't in a good state of mind, Mike had to compete in the first qualifying race. His opponent would be Samey. The cheerleader sat in the go-kart, trying to focus on the race. They were in the middle of the track, behind a white line. Don stepped in front of them. "This race will be two laps and the winner will move on to the quarterfinals." He raised his hands, signaling that they would start. Samey readied herself, while Mike looked distracted.
"3...2...1...Go!"
Samey quickly stepped on the pedal and took off. Mike broke from his trance and followed suit. As Samey entered the first turn, Leshawna cheered her on. Zoey cheered for Mike as he passed. This made Mike feel a little better.
He got side-by-side with his opponent. They both finished the first lap at the same time.
Confessional (Mike): "I guess it helps that I got to keep Vito's knowledge of cars. He loved to race."
Static.
As they entered the first turn again, Mike looked up. He could see the competitors watching him still. He saw Duncan and Zoey standing next to each other. They weren't doing anything, but to Mike, it broke his concentration. His bad thoughts came back and he started to veer off course. He didn't see that Samey was still next to him. He ended up hitting her go-kart in the side. She was caught off guard, and tried to regain control. It didn't work. Samey shrieked as she was pushed towards the inside line. Her kart swerved and tipped over. Thankfully she had a seatbelt on, and didn't go flying out.
The rest of the competitors watched in shock, with the exception of Amy, who was laughing.
Mike remembered what he was doing and continued racing. He didn't see what he had just done. As he neared the finish line, he could finally see everyone's shocked faces, then he saw Samey's tipped over kart. He soon realized what he had done. But it didn't matter because he crossed the finish line.
"Well…" Don announced "I never said that bumping was illegal, so…" He shrugged. "Congrats, Mike. You've qualified"
The Spikey-Haired competitor parked his kart. He had a noticeable look of guilt on his face. Leshawna and Gwen ran over to check on Samey. Zoey went to Mike. She looked worried.
"Mike, what was that?" she asked.
I was distracted by the thought of you cheating on me with Duncan. He said in his head. He tried desperately to think of a response . But nothing came to mind. He sighed, took off his helmet and walked off. Zoey watched, confused by her boyfriend's behavior.
Once Samey and Mike joined the other competitors, Don announced the competitors of the second qualifying race. It was going to be Jo racing against Noah. Needless to say, Jo was feeling confident.
Confessional (Jo): "So the last time I was in a go-kart, I…" She rubbed the back of her head. "I wasn't very good at it. Stupid driver's ed." She grinned again. "But this time, it's gonna be different. I'm gonna crush everyone in this race."
Confessional (Noah): He stared dully at the camera. "Has my opinion on racing movies changed in the last hour? Nope." He shrugged. "To be honest, I'm probably gonna lose this challenge anyways. If that loud mouth wants to win this race, she can have it."
Static.
Don did his countdown and the race started. Both started at the same time, but Jo quickly took the lead. Noah didn't seem to care and didn't bother pressing harder on the pedal. He was driving well, but not very quickly. Jo easily took the first lap, while the Brainiac trailed behind. Before long, Jo finished the second, and last, lap. She hit the brakes and stood up.
Don looked weirdly at the two. "Uh, well...that was...underwhelming." He quickly perked up. "But now we have all eight racers set up. And to make things a little interesting…" He pointed at the go-karts. The Interns were attaching a small grey box, next to the wheel. The box had four buttons on them. Don explained. "For these races, everyone will have a special ability that can be accessed through this box. Push the buttons and you'll get a surprise that might help you."
"And what kind of abilities will we get?" Sanders asked.
Don smirked. "You'll just have to find out." He continued explaining. "Everyone will start off with one ability. For every race that you win, you'll gain your opponents ability. The more races you win, the more abilities you'll have. Everyone got it?" The competitors nodded. Don clapped his hands together. "Alrighty then, let's get to it!"
As the competitors headed to their places, Chef grumbled, looking down. "That was Chris' line…" He mumbled.
The first race would be Gwen vs Mike. As the Spiky-haired competitor put on his helmet, he couldn't help but notice the cold glare he was getting from the Goth.
"Don't even try pulling that stunt on me." She declared. She sat in her kart, ready to start.
Mike didn't say anything. He still felt guilty about what he did to Samey, but knew he had to focus. He sat down and waited for Don's signal.
"3...2...1...Go!"
The two took off into the first turn. They were neck and neck, but Gwen was slowly gaining a lead. Mike quickly remembered that he had an ability and looked at his grey box. He pressed the first button. He heard a noise, and noticed that his hubcaps had turned into spikes. He looked at Gwen's kart. If he wanted to, he could get alongside Gwen and pop her tires. He started inching closer to her.
Gwen turned and saw Mike's wheels. She quickly realized the trouble she would be in and pulled in front of Mike, so he couldn't get ahead. Thinking that wouldn't be enough, Gwen decided to press her button. She heard a loud noise from behind her, and her kart was thrusted forward. She didn't have enough time to react, and hit the retaining wall. Mike quickly drove past.
He grinned to himself, thinking he had it in the bag. As he finished the first lap, he looked up. He could see the competitors watching him. But his smile soon fell, when he saw Zoey. This time, instead of cheering him, the Indie Chick looked upset. Mike was reminded how Zoey reacted to what happened in his race, and how he-
Mike's thoughts were immediately cut off, when he hit something. He wasn't paying attention and had hit the wall. He took a few seconds to compose himself, and he reversed. Gwen was narrowly able to avoid hitting him, and she sped by. When she entered the brief straightaway, she used her ability again. She was rocketed forward, but was easily able to control herself. Mike tried to follow, but was too far behind. He could do nothing as Gwen crossed the finish line.
"And the winner of the first match is Gwen!" Don announced. The Goth got out and yelled in excitement. She was met with high-fives from Zoey and Leshawna. Samey didn't do anything, but still smiled. Mike soon got out of his kart, and watched on.
Soon, the next race was ready to begin. Don held a card, which he looked at. "Alright competitors, Gwen has advanced to the semi-finals, and whoever wins this next one will join her." He paused, letting the competitors get excited. He took another look at his card. "So for this next race, it will be Duncan...going against...Sanders."
This was met with immediate surprise, most notably from the two racers. They looked at each other, both unsure of what to say.
"This should be good." Don rubbed his hands together.
Confessional (Duncan): He gave a heavy sigh. "Dang it."
Confessional (Sanders): "Oh, this gonna be awkward."
Static.
The two competitors got in their positions and Don did the countdown. The both took off, starting similar to how Gwen and Mike began. Neck-and-neck. But Duncan was losing ground, he kept glancing over at the Cadet, distracting himself. Sanders, meanwhile, was riding comfortably.
Confessional (Sanders): She was grinning. "Ok, I'll admit it. Macarthur's driving skills, or lack thereof, has rubbed off on me. Sometimes, it's nice to have a partner as crazy as mine."
Static.
Duncan continued to watch as Sanders went ahead of him. He didn't want to lose. Or at least, that's what he was telling himself. He looked at his grey box, and had an idea. As they finished the first lap, he slowed down and got behind his opponent.
Gwen quickly figured out what he was doing, as did the other competitors. Once Duncan was directly behind Sanders, he looked at the button again. He held his hand up, and thrust his finger at it.
But he stopped, inches away from pressing the button. He glanced up. He could see Sanders, still ahead of him. For whatever reason, something was telling him not to use his ability. After a brief debate, he conceded and put his arm back. The rest of the competitors were shocked at what they saw, especially Gwen. She watched as Sanders kept her lead, long enough to cross the finish line and win.
Confessional (Gwen): She was still looking flabbergasted. "Ok...what the heck just happened?"
Static.
Don watched as the two racers parked their karts. He was equally as shocked. "...and just like that, all the guys have been eliminated from the tournament." He paused, still thinking about what he witnessed. He shook it off. "Alright...next race, I guess."
As Duncan and Sanders walked back to the other competitors, the next two racers got into their karts. Leshawna grinned at her opponent. "I am gonna enjoy leaving you in the dust."
Amy gulped as she put her helmet on.
Within moments, Don signaled the start of the race and Amy and Leshawna took off down the track.
As they raced, Gwen walked up to the Ex-Con. "Hey," she whispered. "What happened out there?"
Duncan was slightly caught off-guard by Gwen's appearance. He wasn't sure what to say, but eventually found his voice. "I...I…" Duncan looked at the two racing karts and got an idea. "I had no idea what my ability would be so I...I figured it didn't make sense to take the risk." He crossed his arms, and focused on the race.
Gwen looked confused. "But...you lost."
The Ex-Con didn't respond. Gwen could see how desperate he looked. She then glanced over at Sanders. She was content with her win, but kept darting her eyes towards Duncan. This made Gwen think.
Confessional (Gwen): "Ok...something weird is going on with him. And I have a feeling Sanders has something to do with it." She pondered to herself, and sighed. "I might regret this...but I'm gonna see if I can help."
Static.
As the race was nearing its conclusion, Jo was thinking. She knew who her opponent would be and looked over at her. Zoey. The Jockette grinned mischievously.
Confessional (Jo): "Oh, man. I have this race in the bag. I'm going against Little Miss Pushover." She cackled. "And I might have just the plan to guarantee my victory…"
Static.
Jo subtly walked over to Zoey. She gave a fake, happy smile. "Hey, Red. How ya feeling?"
Zoey was surprised. "Oh...hey, Jo. I'm...I'm good, I guess."
Jo gave an uncharacteristic pat on her back. "I'm glad. I was just thinking about...Spikey, over there. He's been acting weird since he came back. Like, more so than usual."
Zoey looked where Jo was implying. Mike was standing by himself, looking at the ground. Zoey frowned, much to Jo's delight. "Try not to let it get to you." She patted the Indie Chick on the back and walked away. As she did, Jo allowed herself to grin maliciously.
Confessional (Jo): She was still holding her grin. "And just like that...I've sealed my victory."
Static.
Zoey's thoughts were interrupted by the race. The winner had just finished the second lap. She braked and stood up, pointing at her opponent.
"And that's how I roll." Leshawna grinned. Amy braked her kart, and got out. It wasn't even close. Amy never once got in front of Leshawna. The Twin rolled her eyes and walked off the track. Duncan watched on, a devilish smirk on his face.
Leshawna ran over the group. Samey could see that Leshawna was heading in her direction. She gulped.
The Sistah held up her hand for a high-five. "Up top." she said excitedly.
Samey just looked up at her friend. She wanted to return the high-five, but she knew Amy was watching them. She just nodded, then looked down.
Leshawna put her hand down, confused. Then she smiled. "Oh, I gotcha." She then wrapped her arms around the Twin in a tight hug. "I forgot you're the hugging type."
Samey was surprised by the sudden hug and felt the grip tighten. All she could do was hope Amy wasn't watching. Unfortunately for her, she was.
Now only one race was left. As mentioned before, it would be Jo going against Zoey. They both got in their Karts. Don was about to announce the start of the race. Zoey tried to ready herself, but was clearly having trouble focusing. Jo watched on, still pleased with herself.
Don started the countdown. Zoey was still lost in thought, while Jo was focused.
"3...2...1...Go!"
Jo immediately took off down the track. Zoey finally snapped out of her daze and followed behind. They entered the first turn, as everyone watched. Jo was still holding her lead. Zoey tried to pull ahead, but her mind was still on Mike. She tried shaking it off, and decided to use her ability. As they finished the first lap, she pressed the button on the panel. From the front of her kart, the front base opened up, revealing a small cannon. It fired a ball of smelly garbage towards Jo. But since Jo was reentering the first turn, she didn't have to do much to avoid it. She swerved past the watching competitors. They looked in horror as the ball of garbage was heading towards them. It exploded on impact, hitting Noah, and showering everyone else in the disgusting garbage. They groaned, as Zoey drove by, with a look of guilt.
Jo was still holding her lead, and laughed when she saw Zoey's mistake. She decided not to use her ability and rounded the last turn, before crossing the finish line.
"And the winner of the last quarter final is Jo." Don announced. The Jockette laughed as she got out of her kart. She walked up to Amy and the two shared a high-five. The twin winced at the force that Jo unleashed by slapping her hand, but feigned a smile. Don continued. "Alright, we'll take a short break before we enter the semi-finals." Everyone dispersed, but Duncan went and found Noah and Mike. He got them in a huddle, away from everyone else.
"Alright, Noah." The Ex-Con whispered. "We need your help to get rid of that Cheerleader."
Noah crossed his arms. "Let me guess, is this what you were referring to the last time we talked?"
Duncan nodded and explained the events that occurred in Turkey. Mike glared at him in silence. He was still skeptical over Duncan and Zoey, but wasn't about to say it.
When Duncan finished, noticeably more bitter, he let Noah make a decision. The Brainiac thought for a moment, before looking up.
"Alright," He said. "I'll do it. I just have one question." Duncan nodded. "Which 'cheerleading chump' are we eliminating? Or did you forget that there were two of them?"
The Ex-Con opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered and tried to think of the answer. In all his nicknames and insults, he had forgotten which Twin he was mad at.
"It's Amy." Mike said coldly. "Her name's Amy."
Duncan and Noah looked at the spiky haired competitor, surprised by his sudden dark demeanor. But neither asked anything. They instead went back to the track, leaving Mike to dwell in his thoughts.
Zoey watched from a distance, noticing her boyfriend's expression. She frowned.
Confessional (Zoey): She sighed. "Mike's been acting so weird lately. I think it has something to do with us being separated for so long." she thought for a moment. "Maybe I should talk to him the next chance I get."
Static
"Now we move onto the semi-finals." Don announced. "The first race will be Gwen going against Sanders." He looked at the two. "Now, since both of you won the last race, you'll be given their ability, as well as your own."
"Wait, but I never used my ability, nor did Duncan." Sanders spoke up. "How am I supposed to know what I have?"
Don laughed. "Well, you'll just have to find out for yourself. Won't that be fun?"
Sanders was unsure, but shrugged anyways. She looked at her opponent. "Good luck."
Gwen smiled, but as Sanders went to her kart, the Goth narrowed her eyes.
Soon, the two competitors were in their karts. Don did the countdown and they took off. No one took an early lead, but when they reached the first turn, Gwen decided to use one of her abilities. Her wheel deployed the spikes. Sanders reacted to it, and eased off, meaning Gwen was able to get ahead. Now Sanders had no way of passing Gwen without risking her tires getting popped. They soon entered the second turn. Sanders looked at her buttons. Throwing caution to wind, she pushed one of her buttons (that was Duncan's). She heard a whirring noise, and looked to her side. A device had popped out from underneath the kart, and sat up to Sander's side. It started launching tennis balls towards Gwen. As they finished the first lap, Gwen was trying to avoid the projectiles. One tennis ball launched, and hit the button box. Fortunately for Sanders, it was the one that activated the spiked wheels. The spikes retracted. The Cadet took the opportunity, and drove alongside the Goth. They were entering the first turn again. Sanders knew that Gwen had a speed boost, so knew she had to do something. She looked at her other button, and pressed it. Gwen was slightly worried at what would happen. They heard a click sound from behind the kart. Sanders looked back, and went wide eyed. The lower back of her kart had opened and released a stream of black liquid. All of Sanders' excitement diminished.
"Oh, that's not gonna help me in the slightest." She sighed.
Gwen took the opportunity and pressed her speed boost. She sped forward, away from the Cadet as she entered the second turn. Soon the finish line was in sight, and the Goth crossed it easily. Sanders followed soon after. Everyone cheered as the Goth stopped the kart.
"...And Gwen is our first finalist." Don spoke up. "But the question is, who will join her?"
Sanders parked her kart next to Gwen's and got out. "Congrats." She held out her hand. Gwen smiled, and accepted the handshake. Once they finished, Gwen looked over at the other competitors. She saw Duncan, giving an odd look to Sanders, but as soon as she turned in his direction, he looked away. Now, Gwen's suspicions were starting to make sense.
"I hope you don't feel too bad when I absolutely smoke you, Thunder Thighs."
"Thunder Thighs? You're one to talk. You got caterpillars for eyebrows."
"Joke all you want, I'm about to make you a loser for a second time."
"You sure like to talk. Let's see if you talk as good as you race."
Leshawna and Jo had been trash talking each other, on their way to the karts. Both took their seats, while never breaking their argument.
Duncan watched, with slight amusement. He then looked to his side to see Zoey, looking down, clearly uncomfortable. "What's up? You feeling alright?" he asked.
Zoey sighed. "I don't know. Mike's been acting weird since he got back. I wish he would just tell me what's going on."
Duncan thought for a moment. "Does he still have multiple personalities?"
Zoey shook her head. "He got rid of them at the end of All-Stars. Why?"
Duncan looked over at Mike, who was waiting for the race to start, then he turned back to Zoey. "You think maybe one of them came back? Or he got a new one?"
"Is that even possible?"
Duncan shrugged. "I don't know."
Zoey pondered. "That's actually not a bad theory. Thanks, Duncan."
"It's what I do."
The two's conversation was interrupted, as Jo and Leshawna sped by. Don had signaled the start of the race, and the two started fighting for first place. Jo tried to pass, but Leshawna wasn't making it easier. The Jockette figured she should use one of her abilities. She decided to try the one she got from Zoey. Like before, the front of the kart opened up to reveal the garbage launcher. The first shot hit Leshawna in the back of the kart, and she briefly lost control. Jo used this to her advantage, and took the lead. She cackled, as Leshawna glared at her. She pressed one of her buttons, and a grappling hook shot out from the front of her kart. Unfortunately, it narrowly missed latching onto Jo. With little opposition, Jo finished the first lap. As they entered the second turn, Leshawna used her second ability. The front lights of her kart lit up in a blinding light. They were just entering the first turn again, and Jo saw the light, just out of the corner of her eye. She winced, and briefly let go of the wheel. Leshawna stepped on the gas and was about to pass. At that moment, Jo hit her other button. Her engine suddenly released a thick cloud of black smoke that covered Jo and the area around her. Leshawna couldn't stop in time and drove right through the smoke. She coughed, lost sight of the track and hit the retaining wall. Once the smoke cleared, Jo stepped on the gas and drove off. Leshawna followed. They were about to enter the second, and last, turn.
Jo grinned. "Tough luck, Sistah Blistah. Looks like this race is mine."
Leshawna narrowed her eyes. Then she got an idea. Right before they entered the turn, Leshawna launched her grappling hook and it latched onto the back of Jo's kart. Then Leshawna hit the brakes. Jo started going through the turn, unaware of what was about to happen. The rope suddenly snagged, and Jo was pulled towards the inside line. She was surprised, as her kart was pulled onto the grass and she came to a stop. Leshawna grinned, as she pressed the button again to retract the hook. Jo tried to reverse, but her kart was still stuck. She slammed her fist on the wheel, as Leshawna crossed the finish line.
"Aw yeah." She got off, and celebrated her win with her usual…dance moves, which resulted in either laughter or disgust. Jo glared as she celebrated
"Now...it's time for the last race." Don stood in front of the eliminated competitors. "Gwen...and Leshawna." The two stepped in front of Don. "You two have raced well, but only one of you can win this challenge. This will be three laps, instead of two. Let's have a good, clean race." He paused. "On second thought, you can go a little crazy."
The two finalists smirked at each other. "Sure you don't want to back down now, Leshawna?" Gwen said playfully. "Might save you the embarrassment."
Leshawna laughed. "Girl, I may like you as a friend, but if you think I'm gonna let you win, you're insane."
The two chuckled, and got in their karts.
Jo watched from the sideline, with her arms crossed. Then she looked over at Don. "Hey, Mr. Host Guy." Don turned to her, slightly annoyed by the nickname. "We need to have one more race to see who gets third place. Me and the Police Chick. Right now."
Don shook his head. "Sorry, Jo. No one gets anything for coming in third. It doesn't matter what place you come in, if it's not first." Then he walked away. Jo grumbled.
Confessional (Jo): She slammed her hands on the table. "Are you kidding me?! For the second time, I have to share my placement with someone. First I tied with the Cop Lover and Blondie's twin, now this." She pointed at the camera. "Mark my words, I'm done sharing anything with these chumps."
Static.
As the two finalists got ready for their race, Amy went up to Duncan. The Ex-Con saw her, and was about to tell the Twin exactly what he thought of her, but Amy spoke first.
"Alright," she whispered. "The plan worked last time and I can convince the girls again to not vote you off. You're still in, right?"
Duncan froze. Wait, she still thinks I believed her?
The Ex-Con quickly regained his composure, and feigned a smile. "Oh, yeah of course we're in. Who are we voting off this time?"
Amy smirked. "I was thinking Leshawna. She's been pretty adamant about voting you off, and if she doesn't go, it might be trouble."
Duncan just nodded. Amy walked away. But as they both parted, they smirked evilly.
Confessional (Amy): "Yeah, I could eliminate my dumb sister, but it's so much fun to make her miserable." she chuckled. "I'm surprised Duncan hasn't caught onto me though. He must be dumber than I thought."
Confessional (Duncan): "Does she think I'm an idiot?" He scoffed. "This couldn't be better. Make her think I'm voting for Leshawna, get the guys together and…" He slammed his fist onto this hand. "BAM! That She-Devil is outta here!"
Static.
As Duncan thought to himself, Zoey looked over at Mike. Deciding that now was as a good a time as any other, she went up to him.
"Hey, Mike?" she said quietly.
Mike turned. "Zoey…" He seemed unsure. "How's it going?"
The Indie Chick was surprised at the response, but continued. "I just wanted to see how you were doing? And if I'm actually talking to 'Mike.' "
Mike was a little caught off guard by the question. He smirked slightly. "Oh...um I'm doing-" He stopped. "Wait, what do you mean by 'talking to Mike?'"
"I...just wanted to know if...you had developed another personality...and if that was the reason you've been acting so weird."
"Weird?" Mike said. Zoey didn't mean any harm, but Mike was so overly paranoid that he took it the wrong way. "Well...if I'm acting so weird, why don't you find someone normal to talk to?!" He looked up. "Maybe, Duncan?"
Zoey was shocked at what was just said to her. She stammered a response. "A-Actually, he was the one who came up with idea...but now-"
"Oh, so Duncan thinks I'm acting weird?" Mike snapped, causing Zoey to step back. "Well, if weird isn't your type anymore, why don't you spend some more time...with him?!" He turned, and walked off.
Zoey was absolutely flabbergasted. What just happened? She wanted to say something, but was too shocked.
"What the heck is his problem?" Duncan asked, walking up to her.
Zoey didn't have the answer.
Gwen and Leshawna were ready to start. Don did the last countdown.
"3...2...1...Go!"
The two finalists put the pedal to the metal and tore down the track. Gwen immediately decided to use her spiked wheels. Leshawana saw it and kept her distance. As they finished the first turn, Gwen took it a step further and used her oil slick ability. Again, Leshawna was able to react to it and drive around the oil. Gwen still had a good lead, and Leshawna knew she could use her speed boost at any time. She decided to turn on her flasher ability. Gwen was about to press the speed boost button, as they entered the second turn, but the bright light threw her vision off. She pressed a button, not knowing what it was. When Leshawna saw that the spiked wheels had retracted, she sped up, and got past the Goth. She finished the first lap, before Gwen. The Sistah then used her smokescreen. Gwen knew if she slowed down, she wouldn't be able to catch up, so decided to use her speed boost. She flew through the black smoke and ended up smacking into the back of Leshawna's kart. The Sistah looked back at her friend, and they shared a smirk. Leshawna pulled away, and the two were neck and neck again. They kept a steady pace, finishing the second lap at the same time. Gwen hit the boost and took back the lead. Leshawna quickly got behind her and shot her grappling hook, latching onto Gwen's seat. The Goth tried to shake it off by using the oil slick. Leshawna started swerving, but was still attached to Gwen's kart. They had just entered the second turn. Leshawna knew she had to do something, so hit the brakes. It worked slightly and Gwen was slowing down. Gwen tried to pull off, but the hook was still attached. She needed to think of something. She pressed one of her buttons. Out popped the tennis ball launcher. Gwen aimed it behind her and it fired at Leshawna. The Sistah tried to dodge the projectiles, but one bounced off her face. It then landed on her grey box. Thankfully for Gwen, it was the one that released the grappling hook. Now with nothing holding her back, Gwen hit the speed boost and sped forward. All Leshawna could do was watch as her friend crossed the finish line. This meant one thing…
"And the winner of the Racing Challenge is...Gwen!" Don exclaimed.
Leshawna couldn't help but smirk as her friend took a victory. Most of the other competitors cheered.
Confessional (Gwen): She raised her arms up. "YES!" She screamed. "I finally won a merge challenge. Not bad for a finalist, wouldn't ya say?" She let out another delighted shriek.
Gwen got off the track and walked to the rest of the competitors. Most of them cheered for her again. She high-fived Leshawna and Zoey. And even though she didn't go up to her, Samey gave a subtle smile. Gwen saw it, and returned one of her own.
Don walked up to her. "Congratulations, Gwen. You win the challenge, and immunity." The Goth's grin grew wider. "But, since we won't be doing the elimination ceremony until tonight, I figured we would give a special reward." He paused for dramatic effect. "Gwen, you're gonna be spending the day at Sal's All-Star Go Kart race track. We rented out the entire place just for you…"
Gwen raised an eyebrow.
Confessional (Gwen): "So my prize for winning the go-kart race...is another go-kart race." She thought about it. Then, she shrugged. "Yet again, I can't really complain. I get immunity...and a prize."
Static.
"...And you'll be allowed to bring one fellow competitor with you." Don finished.
Gwen looked at the line of competitors. She already had a few ideas of who to bring. She and Leshawna were friends and she was the runner-up. She also thought about Zoey. And Samey. But she also knew they had their own issues to deal with. She thought again for a moment, and remembered a certain moment, involving a certain competitor, during the challenge. And she had questions for this person.
"I choose Sanders."
This was met with some surprised faces. They all looked at the Cadet, who was equally shocked. "Me?" She said. Gwen nodded. Sanders paused for a moment, then shrugged. She headed towards her friend. Duncan watched, slightly confused himself. But he quickly snapped out of it. As everyone dispersed, he went and found the two other guys.
"Alright, we need to have a plan to vote off Amy." He said, gathering Mike and Noah in a huddle. Mike was notiecably bitter, but neither of the guys noticed.
"We need six votes to guarantee her elimination." Noah analyzed. "So if we each find at least one person to vote with us, our plan should work. I can probably talk to Gwen."
"Good idea," Duncan said, wincing slightly at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. "I guess I can talk to Zoe-"
"No!" Mike blurted out.
Noah and Duncan were caught off guard by the Spikey Haired competitor's outburst and stepped back. "I can talk to her." Mike said hastily.
Noah and Duncan looked at each other. They had questions, but neither wanted to ask them after what just happened.
"Ok…" Noah said, breaking the silence. "That just leaves you." He faced Duncan.
The Ex-Con pondered for a moment. Then a thought crossed him. He cringed slightly and sighed. "I...might have an idea…"
Amy, as well as everyone else, were heading back to the trailers. The Twin was feeling confident about her situation. Then something caught her eye. It was a sister. That gave Amy a nasty idea. Why not rub a little salt in the wound? she said to herself.
"Hey...Samey."
The Nicer Twin rolled her eyes, and looked dully at her sister. "What do you want, Amy?"
Amy kept her grin. "I just wanted to know who you were voting for." She asked innocently.
Samey scoffed. "Why should I tell you that?"
"Let me guess, are you planning on voting for me?" Samey didn't say anything, which gave Amy's answer. "I think you should vote for Leshawna."
This made Samey burst out into laughter. "What? Why would I do that? She's my friend. You must be losing it, sis."
Amy tried to act unphased. She held back the urge to snarl, and smiled. "Oh, I'm not losing it. In fact, I won't be losing anything." She reached behind her back. "Because I have this…"
And pulled out the invincibility statue.
Samey stopped laughing, and her jaw dropped. "What? How did you get that?"
Her sister put the statue back. "That's not important. What's important is that you vote with me tonight?"
Samey looked skeptical. "And why would I do that?"
"Because if you don't." Amy stepped right in her sister's face. "I'm just gonna keep voting off the people you like." She smirked. "Like I already did to Dawn and Jasmine." Samey gasped, and Amy stepped back. "Vote with me, and I'll leave you alone." She started to walk away. "But if you don't, I will keep making your life miserable. What I did to you in our first season will be nothing compared to what I do to you this season." She was soon out of sight, and Samey was left alone. The Twin gulped, realizing the trouble she was in.
Zoey was saying goodbye to Gwen, as she stepped into the Limo that would take her away. Then she looked up and saw Mike walking towards her. Her mood quickly changed. She waved to her friend, and walked to her boyfriend.
"Mike," She said sternly. "You better explain what's been going on, right-"
"Zoey," Mike interrupted. "I'm really sorry how I've been acting lately...I'm also sorry for yelling at you earlier. It's just that…" He sighed.
"It's just what?" Zoey asked calmly.
Mike thought for a second. "I...I can't say it." He answered. "But maybe you can help me with something."
Zoey gave a weird look. "So you can't tell me, but you want me to...help you? Why can't you just say what's going on?"
Mike held up his hands. "I just need you to do this one thing. The guys and I are planning on voting off Amy. With any luck, we already have enough votes. So here's what I want you to do…"
Zoey shrugged. "I guess I can vote for Amy…"
"I need you to vote for Duncan."
Zoey froze and her jaw dropped. "W-What?"
"I want you to vote for-"
"I heard what you said, but why?" Zoey questioned, still flabbergasted.
"He's not going to get voted off." Mike reassured. "I just want you to vote for him, and I promise, everything will go back to the way it was before."
"Wha-"
"Please, Zoey. Please do this for me. For us." Mike gave a hopeful smile and kissed the Indie Chick on the cheek. Then he turned and headed off.
Zoey was left by herself. With a tough choice to make.
Gwen sat across, in the limo, from Sanders, who was looking out the window. They hadn't said much to each other, and were just occupying themselves until they got to the go-kart track. But Gwen had a reason for bringing Sanders with her.
"Sanders, can I ask something?"
The Cadet turned away from the window. "What's up?"
Gwen took a deep breath. "I...wanted to ask you this for a while, but I needed to be sure." Sanders now looked nervous, having an idea of what the question was. Much to her dismay, "Is there something going on between you and Duncan?" Sanders looked away, trying to hide her blush. "I'll take that as a yes." She heard Gwen mumble.
Knowing the feeling wasn't going away, and that she had already told someone, Sanders sighed and turned back around. "I...can't speak for Duncan, but...yes. I...I like him."
Gwen's eyes went wide. She sort of knew, but hearing it from Sanders herself was a bit of a shock. "Wow." That was all the Goth said. A few awkward seconds of silence passed, before Gwen spoke again. "What about Duncan? Does he feel-"
"I already talked to Leshawna about that." Sanders interrupted. "I have no idea, and to be honest, I'm even less sure now. He hasn't spoken to me at all today." She exhaled. "I'm pretty sure he's been purposefully avoiding me."
Sanders was worried Gwen would find that weird, but to her surprise, she got a different reaction. "Sanders…" Gwen smiled at her. "He totally likes you."
Sanders raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
Gwen laughed. "He's probably the most stubborn dude I've ever met. Back when he and Courtney liked each other, she constantly denied anything was going on between them." She snickered. "Now he's in the exact same situation. If he's avoiding you, he's probably too afraid to admit that he likes you."
Sanders was surprised at the Goth's answer, but smiled anyway. "Thanks...that actually makes me feel a little better." Her expression softened though. "So what am I supposed to do about it?"
Gwen kept her smile. "Give him a little push, and he'll admit it."
Sanders didn't know if she liked the answer, but was happy that Gwen was willing to help. Besides, maybe she did know a thing or two about Duncan. After all, the two used to be a couple.
Since the rest of the competitors had nothing to do until the elimination ceremony, most of them decided to just rest or chat with one another. Amy was walking towards the girls trailer, ready for a nap. Once she arrived, she saw Jo, stretching at the entrance. The Jockette grinned when she saw her.
"Hey, Blondie. What's up?" She asked.
Amy was a little surprised. She hadn't spoken to Jo in a while, and wasn't expecting such a casual response. "Uh…" She stammered. "I'm good. I was gonna take a nap. What about you?"
Jo continued stretching. "Oh, I was just gonna go for a run." she scoffed. "All these losers think it's a good time to rest. Ima show them what a real winner looks like." She looked down at Amy, and then realized what she just said. "Uh, no offense."
Amy twitched. She did take offense to it, but wasn't about to tell Jo that. She forced a smile. "No worries." She said through gritted teeth.
Jo smirked, then a thought struck her. "Oh, by the way, who were you thinking of eliminating tonight?"
Amy went wide eyed. What did Jo just say? She was still committed to the alliance? They hadn't talked in a while, and Amy figured Jo wasn't going to need her anymore. Not wanting the opportunity to go to waste, she gave her answer. "I was...I was actually thinking of voting off Leshawna. I don't think she likes me after I got her eliminated the first time."
Jo gave a thumbs-up, much to Amy's delight. She was about to head into the trailer, but she heard Jo's voice. "Hey...Amy?" Amy turned around. She noticed that Jo had used her real name. The Jockette looked uncharacteristically bashful. She looked at the Twin. "I don't say this about most people but...I know we haven't talked in a while, and…" She rubbed the back of her head. "I think you're a pretty cool person. Ya stuck around when everyone else ditched us. So...if, and when, I win this game, I...I might give you some of my money."
Amy froze. Was Jo considering her a...close friend? Amy immediately looked excited, and clapped her hands. "Oh, thank you so much, Jo. I can't wait." She thought of something else. "And, if I win, I'll split some of the money with you too."
Jo smirked again, and turned to start her run. As soon as she was out of sight, Amy gave one of her traditional devilish grins.
Confessional (Amy): She cackled maniacally. "Oh. My. Goodness. Jo actually believes that we're going to the finale together?" She laughed again. "She's officially the dumbest person here." she chuckled and looked at the camera. "Congrats Samey, we found someone who's more stupid than you…"
Static
It was nighttime when the white limo pulled up to the elimination ceremony. Sanders and Gwen stepped out. Sanders had a small gold trophy in her hand. The two walked over to the Gilded Chris awards.
"Where the heck was that energy when you raced me the first time?" Gwen asked, looking at the trophy.
Sanders laughed. "You're just mad that you didn't have any spiked wheel."
The two shared a chuckle, before walking to the setup. The rest of the competitors were already seated and Don was standing at the podium and Chef behind him. Duncan had a huge grin on his face, while Samey looked very upset. Gwen sat next to Noah, while Sanders took her seat a few rows in front of Duncan.
Don was holding a golden statue of Chris, inspecting it. "Geez, this thing is ugly. It's not even remotely accurate. His cleft chin is a lot bigger." He shrugged, tossed the statue behind his back. It ended up smacking Chef in the forehead. He grumbled and rubbed his bruise. Don turned his attention to the competitors. "For tonight's elimination ceremony, we'll be doing something a little different." Chef walked up, rolling a familiar set piece onto the stage. Don presented it. "You'll be voting in this confessional from season one." Chef set the confessional in the middle of the stage. The competitors watched on.
Noah was the first to walk into the confessional. As everyone waited, Duncan scooted down next to Sanders. "Hey," he whispered.
Sanders was caught off-guard by the Ex-Con. She quickly tried to calm herself, but was still flustered. "Oh, hey. Good to see you...again. Um, I...I won a trophy at the race track today. It was...fun." She held up her prize.
Duncan was also caught off guard. So much so, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh. This calmed down Sanders a little. But Duncan had more to say. "I need your help with something," Sanders listened. "And I'll probably owe you...again for this, but do you know who you're gonna vote for?"
"Not really," Sanders answered.
"Good. Can you vote with me tonight?"
"Oh," Sanders blushed a little. "I guess I can."
Duncan grinned. "Perfect. I'm voting for Amy." He started to move back to his original seat, when…
"Can I use it tonight?"
Duncan froze. "What?"
"Can I use my IOU tonight?" Sanders asked, now looking at the Ex-Con.
Duncan wasn't sure how to respond at first. He stared blankly at the Cadet. "Uh...sure, I guess you can." He relaxed and sat down. "What did you have in mind?"
Sanders started to blush again. "I was...I was actually hoping we could...just...walk and talk...under the moon...when it's quiet...just a thought." She choked on her last words.
Again, Duncan froze. What the heck was she asking him? Was she using her IOU for a...a date? Duncan shook his head after that thought. He looked again at Sanders, and struggled to find his voice. "I...well...I guess, since I owe you….sure thing."
Sanders smiled, which threw Duncan off again. He went back to his seat. The Cadet couldn't contain her excitement and her smile only grew wider.
Zoey was the last person to walk out of the confessional. She walked out, with a guilty expression. She looked up to see Mike, staring at her. She nervously smiled at him, which Mike responded to with a nod. The Indie Chick walked back to her seat.
Don grinned at the rest of the competitors. "Alright, everyone. I have news. We don't have any Chris McLean statues because we found a better use for them." He took a large gold chain from under the podium and put it around his neck. Chef grumbled, from a distance. Don continued, pulling out a remote. "So for today's elimination ceremony, we're gonna find out who you all voted for...right now."
Immediately, all the competitors went wide eyed. Zoey gulped, realizing what that meant. Samey also gave a fearful look. Don pressed the button on his remote and the floor opened up, revealing a small television. The screen went to static, before showing the first confessional.
Confessional (Noah): He casually crossed out a picture, without saying anything. After he was done, he looked at the camera. "Yeah, I'm not saying who I voted for. Only an idiot wouldn't realize that they're gonna show the votes."
Confessional (Leshawna): She was holding up a picture of Amy with a big red X on it. "Amy. Your pasty white butt is out of here."
Confessional (Jo): She smirked as she crossed out a picture of Leshawna. "I don't say this about a lot of people, but that cheerleader ain't half bad."
Confessional (Duncan): He had a wicked grin on his face. "Nobody messes with Duncan. Nobody." He crossed out his picture of Amy. "See ya around, Blondie."
Confessional (Sanders): She was excitedly talking to herself. "Oh, boy. He said 'yes.' He said 'yes.' I can't stop shaking." She looked down at her shirt. "Should I change into something a little nicer, like a blouse or something?" she paused. "Did I even bring a blouse?" Suddenly, she realized something. "Oh, right." She took a picture of Amy and crossed it out.
Confessional (Amy): She cackled to herself. "Maybe after this, I can finally get rid of that loser Jo. What a sucker." She confidently crossed out a picture of Leshawna.
Confessional (Gwen): Without saying much, she crossed out a picture of Amy.
Confessional (Mike): He was holding a photo. It was a picture of Duncan. "Come on, Zoey…" He put the picture down and took the photo of Amy, crossing it out.
Confessional (Samey): She held a picture of Leshawna. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. "I-I'm sorry, Leshawna. I don't want to do this, but I don't have a choice." Reluctantly, she crossed out the photo.
Confessional (Zoey): She was holding a picture of Duncan, with a similar expression to Samey's. "I...I can't do it." She put the picture down, and picked up the photo of Amy. "I don't know what's going on with Mike, but hopefully he won't figure this out." She crossed out the photo of Amy.
Static.
As the screen sank back into the stage, the competitors were left speechless. Zoey immediately looked back at Mike. He was already staring at her, and needless to say, his expression could best be described as absolute betrayal. Leshawna cast a suspicious glance at Samey, who tried to look away. Jo was also confused at what was said. She could see Amy, just as surprised as everyone else, sitting in her seat. Duncan was the one to break the silence.
"Karma's a bitch, ain't it Blondie?" He cackled.
Amy didn't respond, so Don spoke up.
"Well, the votes are in. And with seven votes against her...Amy, you're done."
Duncan's laugh only grew louder at this. But Samey cringed. She knew what was coming next.
Amy stood up, and looked at Duncan. He was delighted by her annoyed face. "I'm not going anywhere." She responded coldly. Duncan froze, while Amy turned around and reached behind her back.
Revealing the Chris McLean invincibility statue.
The rest of the competitors, save for Samey, gasped. Jo's initial look of shock, changed into rage.
"Oh, yeah that." Don said unimpressed. "That was declared null and void after Chris left the show."
Amy went wide eyed, and nearly dropped the statue. "Wait, what?"
Don tried to hold it in, but he quickly burst into a loud fit of laughter. "Nah...I'm just kidding. That was too good." He kept laughing before finally calming down. "Amy, because you used the statue, you're safe from elimination."
Amy cast a very evil glare. "Which means…" She turned around. Leshawna looked at her, realizing what was going to happen.
"Now, the competitor with the second highest amount of votes will be eliminated." Don announced. "And with three votes against her...Leshawna is, once again, out of the competition."
The Sistah tried comprehending what just happened. But before she could do anything, she felt something hit, and wrap around, her arm. She looked down.
"I'm so sorry," Samey cried, tightening her hug. "I didn't have a choice. I-I didn't want to do it, but...but…"
As Samey's apology turned to babbling, Leshawna looked back at Amy. The mastermind behind her elimination had her arms crossed, and an incredibly smug smirk plastered on her face. Leshawna glared angrily, then softened up when she looked back at Samey. She grabbed the Twin by her shoulders and sat her up straight. By this point, Samey already had tears streaming down her face. "Listen to me." Leshawna shook her friend. Samey stared back, still with wet eyes. "You need to get a grip."
Samey didn't know what to say, especially with Leshawna's stern expression. She wiped her eyes. "But...but I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Yes, you do." Leshawna bluntly stated. "You're so much stronger than you think you are. Your sister is only doing this because she knows exactly what I know and what you should know." Samey didn't respond. "You're better than her, and you can go all the way, if you wanted."
"But my closest friends are gone." Samey choked. "Including you."
"Yeah, and they're probably all watching you, cheering you on." Leshawna said calmly. "And I'll be doing the same. And I know for a fact that you don't like letting people down. So, tell me." She released her grip and stood up. "Are you about to let me down?"
Samey sat down, still with tears in her eyes. Leshawna's words echoed in her head. And in that instance, Samey knew her friend was right. Wiping away her tears, she stood up. When she looked up, she wasn't sad anymore. She looked confident, and determined, and nodded. Leshawna returned it. She held her hand up for a high-five. Samey returned it, and the two smiled. But Leshawna's expression softened when she realized her time was up. She waved to the rest of the competitors, turned around and headed to the waiting lame-o-sine.
Zoey waved back. She then heard the sound of someone walking away, and she turned. She could see Mike, marching away. Though the Indie Chick couldn't read her boyfriend's face, she knew he wasn't happy.
As the lame-o-sine's doors closed and Leshawna was driven away, Amy watched, satisfied her plan had worked. But then she felt a glare piercing her back. She turned around, and was met with a pissed off Jockette, stomping in her direction.
"You… are so dead." She snarled.
Amy realized the trouble she was in, and ran off, leaving Jo to give chase.
Don watched them, then looked at the camera. "Wow. Wow. Wow. That...was insane. I...don't have the word to describe what just happened. As quickly as she got here, Leshawna's out again. Amy just lost her safety net, and her only ally. And to top all of it off..." He held up his new piece of jewelry. "I've got this sweet new chain." He flashed his traditional smile. "What awaits these competitors? Find out, on the next episode of...Total...Drama...L...egends! Hot dang, I love this show!"
Writing challenges are probably the hardest parts of doing the chapters, so this was definitely a...challenge for me. Yes, yes, I'm hilarious. But this was still fun. And yeah, I didn't really have much else for Leshawna. I know some people might be confused that I brought her back just to eliminate her again. That's fair, but this is what I had planned. Not much else to say. Hope y'all enjoy and leave a review. I'm honestly shocked by how far I've come.
Peace be with ya!
Merge: Amy, Duncan, Gwen, Jo, Mike, Noah, Samey, Sanders and Zoey
Placement:
22nd: Sierra
21st: Lightning
20th: Tyler
19th: Cody
18th: Heather
17th: Alejandro
16th: Owen
15th: Macarthur
14th: Scott
13th: Courtney
12th: Dawn
11th: Jasmine
10th: Leshawna
Votes:
Amy: Duncan, Noah, Mike, Gwen, Zoey, Sanders, Leshawna (Don't count)
Leshawna: Jo, Amy, Samey