Lloyd: Oh my Martel! If Dad is a mole then I'm a mole too! …Unless my Mom wasn't a mole. In that case, I would only be half-mole. Ah! That would mean that I would only have half of a body! But I have a whole body so that can't be. …That means I am a full mole!
Colette: Lloyd! Can you shut up! We're trying to sleep!
Lloyd: Oh sorry.
Colette: It's midnight, don't you understand that? No, you probably don't. You don't understand anything do you!
Yelling broke out among the contestants in the dark tent.
Lloyd: Gee. I didn't realize they brought Sheena back.
Colette: Grrrr. What did you just call me!
Colette's anger level rose and her wings began to flicker brightly, shining light on the face of sleeping Genis and awakening him. As she became more frustrated, the intensity gradually increased so that in no time the entire tent was illuminated.
Presea: Could you turn that down a little?
Colette: No! If you don't like it you can go somewhere else!
Presea shrugged her shoulders and began walking toward the door of the tent, a yawn escaping her mouth. But before she could unzip the opening, Colette violently pushed her aside.
Colette: I'm going out there! And don't you dare even think of following me!
Presea: …
Genis: Hey, you just told her to go somewhere else.
Colette: What's your problem, Half-Elf?
Genis: My problem is that you aren't making any sense. I thought you were turning into an Angel, not the Devil.
Colette let out a horrible screeching sound and stomped out of the tent, leaving the three others confused and agitated.
Lloyd: Presea, is PMS always that bad?
Presea: No, Lloyd. Colette is suffering Angel Toxicosis. Right now she is in it's final stage and it is taking its toll on her. She will be irritable and cranky for a while; we just need to try our best to cope.
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Colette: Those freaking idiots! Lloyd thinks he's a mole for Martel's sake! And how dare he compare me to Sheena. I'm not at all like that no good-low life-two timing-hot tempered (BLEEP)ing witch! That dirty (BLEEP)…I hate her!
Colette screamed and fell over as her cell phone wrang, scaring her half to death. She snorted and answered it.
Colette: Who is it?
Phaidra: Umm, Colette? This is your mother, Dear. How are you?
Colette: How does it sound like I feel? Honestly, think about it. I have wings coming out of my freaking back. And they're purple! Of all colors!
Phaidra: But I thought you liked purple.
Colette: Well you know what, I lied! What possessed you to call me at this time of night anyway!
Phaidra: Sweetheart, you haven't called us since you left to do that game show. I just wanted to check on you. Is Lloyd still there?
Colette: Don't even mention his name to me ever again! I'm going to go crazy!
Phaidra: It seems like that has already happened, Princess.
Colette: WHAT did you say?
Phaidra: Umm, your father would like to talk to you.
Frank: What? I didn't say that.
Phaidra: Take the phone.
Frank: But I don't want to talk to her.
Phaidra: Take the phone!
Frank: Ok, ok….fine. H-hello, Colette.
Colette: What do you want?
Frank: Look, if you want to get an attitude bring it on, Punk! I'm sick of having to put up with you, always wanting people to feel sorry for you and acting as if your life is so tough. Well guess what. Life here has never been better than when you were here. Now there's a surprise!
Colette: Good! Because I'm not coming back home. And when I win the prize money on this stupid game show, you aren't getting one Gald of it! What do you think of that, you Sabre-toothed Hippopotapumaboar!
Frank: Sabre-toothed hippopota…puma…boar? Hahaha! What an idiot!
Colette sensed someone behind her.
Genis: You have to admit, that was pretty lame.
Colette spun around and threw the phone at Genis, her pathetic aim failing to even come near to hitting the child.
Colette: I hate you!
Genis: You never could throw very well. Even though you fight with Chakrams. Must be why Lloyd never lets you fight with him.
Colette: Grrrr
Genis: …and why he chooses me instead
Colette's face suddenly turned red as if she were about to spontaneously explode, but instead she fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding the cactus rooted less than a mere foot away from her.
Genis smirked as he had a wonderful idea. He lifted his Kendama above his head but Presea gently grabbed it.
Presea: Remember Genis, we signed a waiver at the beginning of the show. We promised not to kill anyone.
Genis: I know but… Come on, just a small Wind Blade!
Presea: No.
Genis: I premise that's all it will take to make a sandstorm. It won't actually be me killing her directly.
Presea: Genis, no. Help me carry her back to the tent.
With a sigh Genis returned his arm to his side and put away his Kendama. Lifting Colette was a task that would require all of their strength. Carrying her all the way back to the tent was quite another feat entirely.
Genis: Is part of the devil transformation process gaining fifty pounds?
Presea chuckled.
Presea: Angel transformation.
Genis: Presea, you just laughed. How did that feel?
Presea: Y-you're right. I did just smile…it felt nice.
Just at that moment Colette's eyes popped open and she screamed really loudly, startling Genis and Presea so badly that they dropped her.
Colette rubbed her head and pulled herself up so that she was sitting on her knees. She remained in this position, with a puzzled look covering her face, as she shifted her gaze back and forth between Genis to Presea.
Genis: Should we run?
Presea: No, don't make any sudden movements?
Colette: I just had a dream that a bunch of Katz were carrying me away to Tethe'alla. Crazy, right you guys?
Genis: …
Presea: Yeh.
Colette: What's wrong? You two seem quiet all of the sudden.
Genis: I think you should lie down. Let's take you back to the tent.
Presea: Good idea.
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Presea: I'm telling you Lloyd, it was incredible. One minute she was about to kill us, then she just passed out, and when she regained consciousness, she went right back to normal.
Genis: It was like a completely different person than before. I mean, she was nice all of a sudden. I guess the side-effects of her Devil…
Presea: Angel
Genis: Transformation worse off.
Lloyd: Wow. So what you're saying is that in addition to PMS, she also is bipolar?
Presea sweat dropped. The three's discussion continued throughout the early hours of the morning while Colette dozed away. The process of becoming an angel had exhausted her and she required time to recover.
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(5:00 PM the next day)
Colette sat up in the tent and immediately grabbed her head. She felt dizzy…almost as if she were having a hangover, but worse. It hurt even for her to keep her eyes open, as everything seemed to be spinning. She could not focus nor remember anything that had happened during the last 24 hours. Presea came in to check on her.
Presea: Good evening.
Colette: Ugh…where am I?
Presea: You are in a tent in the Triet Desert. You have not bathed in three weeks, water availability is at 3, the temperature is approximately 113 degrees…
Colette: I didn't ask for a weather report. Where's Lloyd?
Presea: He is outside with Genis. You should go let him know you're awake.
Colette: Yeh…
She tried to stand up, but toppled over and slammed into the ground. (This most likely had nothing to do with her nausea, Colette trips on a regular basis; nothing out of the ordinary there.)
Presea: (sigh) I'll help you.
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Genis: No, no. I don't know how else to explain it to you- you are NOT a mole!
Lloyd: But that's what the Host said. I know he did, I heard him.
Genis: That is just a reality-show term for a spy. It is not to be taken literally.
Colette: Lloyd, can you tell me what happened?
Lloyd: Yeh. See, first Regal was sent home because he cooked with his feet and grossed everybody out…
Colette: That isn't what I meant.
Lloyd: And Zelos had to go because he got caught looking at a picture of you in a…
Colette: Lloyd! I mean about last night. What happened that is keeping me from being able to concentrate?
Lloyd: Oh you weren't doing so good. You were PMS-ing and hollered at everybody, then you went all psychotic and bipolar. Genis said something about it being because you are turning into a devil.
Genis: Lloyd!
Colette: Everybody look out for that tornado.
Lloyd: Huh? What is she talking about?
Presea: …the Hummer. It is 1037 feet away and approaching at a speed of 100 mph. Sand particles are being tossed around in the vortex at high speeds, creating the illusion of a tornado to Colette.
Colette: I don't feel so good…
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Show Host: Alright, you all know what to do. It's elimination time. Who would like to start us off this time?
Genis: I will. I think Colette should go home because she needs medication.
Presea: (cough) Medical attention!
Lloyd: Haha! Good save, Presea.
Colette: I missed it…
Presea: I have to vote for Colette too. It is in her best interest to receive proper treatment. It's nothing personal.
Lloyd: I vote for myself. Remember where that scorpion stung me? Well I think I should get Raine to check that out.
Show Host: Oh, I believe this is the first time in the show's history that someone has voted for himself. How interesting.
Colette: I vote f-for….(passes out)
Show Host: Hmm, I wonder what we should do.
Genis: Just take her away. You never know- when she wakes up she might be a different person…again.
Presea: We cannot do that. If she votes for Lloyd, there will be a tie vote. Therefore we cannot eliminate her unless she votes for someone other than Lloyd.
Lloyd: What if this show goes on for a bigillion and google years?
Show Host: You mean besides us all losing our minds? I'm pretty sure there is a rule that if a competitor loses consciousness, he/she is eliminated. Therefore Colette is gone; I will take her back to Iselia now.
Presea: Are you sure that's a rule?
Show Host: POSITIVE!
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(In the Hummer)
Colette: Uh, where am I?
Show Host: You were eliminated. I ma taking you back home now.
Colette: I just had a dream that a group of Katz were taking me away to Tethe'alla.
Show Host: I imagine that must have been quite frightening. But I assure you that you are perfectly safe and on your way to Iselia.
Colette: But what about the game show?
Show Host: Umm, you lost.
Colette: WHAT? What do you mean "I lost?" Pull this car over and turn it back around right now! I can't go home without the prize money! Phaidra will kill me!
Show Host: Get your hands off the steering wheel or I will kill you!
Author's Note: That's the end of the sixth chapter. I really apologize for the delay in updating. As soon as school ended I got a summer job, and things are just really busy. Now it's down to the final three. Will things be the same with Colette gone? How will Lloyd handle her absence? Is Lloyd really a mole? Who will win the competition? Why am I asking all these questions when it's my story?