A/N: Sorry for the delay, my computer had to be taken to the repair shop…
S.T.A.R.S. Camp…
Everyone returns to camp, looking far more miserable than usual. Each member is acutely aware just how close they had come to getting rid of Carlos and the crushing blow that Yoko delivered with her vote is just depressing them further. Carlos, on the other hand, is extremely pissed off at the vote. He corners Jill in a nearby stand of trees.
"I can't believe you voted for me!"
"No less than three times too." Jill sighs, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Yoko really surprised us with that whole X 7 thing."
"That is not the point." Carlos growls, growing more ticked off with each passing second. "We had an alliance!"
"Then I suppose you can now consider it terminated."
Jill smiles brightly, pats Carlos on the head, and skips back to camp. Carlos stands in the trees wide eyed and mouth hanging open. Apparently he wasn't expecting that development. Meanwhile Brad decides to take a chance and opens negations with Jill about a possible alliance…
Umbrella Camp the next morning….
Nemmy and Alexia are no where to be seen, but that is pretty much normal these days. I mean, everyone knows what they're up to and where they might be. It's just that no one wants to see it with their own eyes and risk possible blindness. Ada and Alfred are sitting near the fire, discussing God knows what. More than likely Alfred is giving her more fashion tips. Morpheus and Marcus are counting Marcus' leeches, making sure they are all accounted for.
"I think they're all here." Marcus sighs with relief and cuddles one of his leeches. "Poor babies."
"James, you need a hobby or something."
On the Beach…
Wesker seems to be in a much better mood than the day before. Maybe it's because the rain has finally stopped or maybe it was because of the way the tribal council had gone. Though in all honesty it is probably because he's actually starting to like Bob. In fact Wesker had sent the little tyke off to play earlier that morning. He was utterly amused by the thought of the carnage his little leech buddy might be up to.
While he was deep in thought about what Bob might be up to, the two tribes stumbled onto the beach. All of them look relieved that it had quit raining and the beach was no longer flooded. Wesker smirked, because he knew exactly what was going to happen once he announced today's immunity challenge. In fact he was simply bubbling with evil and malicious glee. Scary when you think about it, ain't it?
"Ah, welcome to today's immunity challenge!" Wesker smiled brightly, scaring everyone within a thirty yard radius. "I bet everyone is excited!"
There was a mixture of moans, groans, swearing, whimpers, crying, and the sound of at least two people fainting. Wesker turned the smile up a notch, simply oozing evil glee.
"Today we have something really really special. First though, the Umbrella tribe has to pick someone to sit out the game."
There is a loud argument, followed by what looks like a fist fight. When the dust settles Nemmy stands the victor.
"starrrss…" He gives a little wave and takes a position next to Wesker.
"Alrighty then now that, that has been decided. On to the immunity challenge."
Wesker leads the way across the beach to what looks to be some kind of large platform that greatly resembles one of those wire spools the electric company uses which just happens to be surrounded by a small pool of water about six feet deep. It's positioned about four feet off the ground and the large round platform on top is about eight feet around.
"I'm sure everyone is going to simply love this challenge. Two people are going to go up on the platform, one person from each tribe. Once up there the first person to be knocked off the platform loses and a point goes to the opposite tribe. First tribe to get six points wins immunity."
Wesker grinned rather evilly and the two tribes just knew they had more bad news on the way. Wesker was just eating it up. This whole angst and fear thing was a great boost to his morale.
"By the way, I get to choose who fights who…"
Meanwhile, in the tree…
Alex snapped awake from her nap in one of the overhead limbs. She lifted her head and rubbed her eyes trying to get a look at the beach. What had woken her up was a sound of such pitiful anguish and screaming that she thought maybe Albert had finally killed someone in a rather messy way.
"Anyone know what's going on down there?" Alex yawned, stretching slightly. "Sounds like Albie finally snapped or something."
"Not too sure at the moment." Chris was laying on a branch below, trying to get a look at the beach with the homemade binoculars. "I think it's just another immunity challenge."
"Really?"
Alex started to shimmy down to the lower branches when she felt something slither along her leg. Narrowing her eyes slightly she turned, expecting to see a snake. What she saw instead was Wesker's new pet Bob. Alex screeched and fell off the limb, landing in Leon's lap.
"Hey Umbrella girl!" Claire yelled. "You already got my brother, Leon's mine!"
"I don't want him!" Alex growled, trying to pry the leech off her leg. "I got a bloody leech on my leg!"
That simple statement caused all hell to break loose in the tree. Chris jumped down to the lower branches trying to help Alex. Claire retreated from Leon and Alex, effectively trampling all over Annette and Birkin.
"Hey watch it!" Annette was a wee bit upset. "You stupid trollop!"
"Trollop? Oh you're going down!"
Claire jumped Annette. Meanwhile Hunk was crying and pointing at Alex like a five year old and screaming that someone had to save his Mommy. Doesn't it just pull at your heartstrings? Alyssa, in an effort to help, grabbed Alex's gun and started trying to blast the leech. Not the brightest of ideas considering Alex was sitting on Leon's lap, Chris was trying to the grab the leech, and the leech was currently attached to Alex's leg. Yoko was doing her best to get away from the endless rounds of gunfire by hiding behind the still comatose Nicholai.
"Stop shooting you blonde bimbo!" Alex shouted, still trying to pry off the leech.
"I'm helping!"
A shot went wild, hitting Alex in the thigh and missing Bob by a good five inches.
"That is not helping!"
Back on the beach…
Wesker's grin broadened as he listened to the screaming and the gunshots from the nearby tree. It seemed Bob was having a bit of fun with the former survivors. The two tribes on the other hand looked ready to either be sick or pass out, maybe both.
"Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road. Anything goes, it doesn't matter how you get them off as long as they go off." Wesker consulted his clipboard. "First up…Alfred and Brad."
You could cut the silence with a knife as both contestants climbed onto the top of the arena. I mean really Brad and Alfred…can you say slap fight?
"Um…I'll like beat you up!" Alfred's voice was a tad shriller than usual. "Don't mess with me!"
"Oh please, you're a puff for Christ's sake."
And the war was on. Alfred let out a horrendously loud screech and came running at Brad waving his arms wildly. Brad was so stunned by this stupid display he broke down laughing. Alfred then jumped on Brad's back and proceeded to slap and scratch him. Brad could probably have broken away quite easily if not for the fact that he was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face. In fact he stumbled and fell into the small pool of water below, leaving Alfred panting and hissing on the platform.
"That's one point for the Umbrella tribe. Up next we have…Ada and Carlos."
The two adversaries climb onto the platform. Ada smiled seductively, while Carlos grinned like an idiot.
"Hey there lover." Ada purred swinging her hips seductively as she walked over to him.
"Duh.."
Ada smiled again while Carlos did his best not to pass out from all the sex appeal dripping from Ada. Ada ran a finger down his cheek then planted her hand firmly in the center of his chest and gave him a push. Carlos pin wheeled on the edge of the platform for a second then fell into the pool below. Ada leaned over the edge, winked, and blew him a kiss. Carlos, still smiling stupidly, just sort of sank into the pool. Good thing Brad was nearby or he would have drown.
"That's two for Umbrella, damn Carlos that was pathetic. Next up…Jill and Alexia."
The two women climbed to the top of the platform eyeing each other with hate and malice. Wesker cracked a beer, handed one to Nemmy, and waited for the show to start.
"I hate to do this Jill, but you simply aren't pretty enough to occupy the same space as myself."
"Oh really."
Alexia was totally oblivious to the hinted threat in Jill's throat, the audience wasn't. Alexia smirked, pulled a nail file from behind her back and ran at Jill like a crazed psychopath. Jill, didn't do a damn thing, she just stood there inspecting the condition of her S.T.A.R.S. buff. Then, just when Alexia was no more than a two feet away, Jill stepped nimbly aside. Alexia let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell face first into the water below.
"Ooo, Alexia dear, that was one hell of a belly flop." Jill covered her mouth, giggling happily.
"That's one for S.T.A.R.S, two for Umbrella. Next up…Morpheus and Rebecca."
Morpheus climbed onto the platform and ran it's fingers though it's hair. Rebecca climbed up on the opposite side, looking surprisingly optimistic. I mean Morpheus could shoot electricity from it's fingertips, what the hell did Rebecca have to look so chipper about?
"We really need that immunity Rebecca darling." Morpheus purred. "Sorry."
"Now Morpheus don't say sorry till you've won."
Rebecca grinned mischievously and ripped her clothes off. Down on the ground Billy let out a squeak of pure terror and hid behind Jill. Rebecca pulled the whip tight in her hands, the sun glinting off her black leather bra and panties.
"Bow down to me!" She snapped the whip. "HO HO HO HO HO!"
Despite being a seven foot female tyrant that could shoot electricity from it's hands, Morpheus panicked. It took off at a dead run, sprinting around the edge of the platform. Rebecca was only a step or two behind, swinging the whip like an expert.
"Come back here and take your medicine!" She yelled, sending a snap to Morpheus's butt. "HO HO HO HO!"
This only caused Morpheus to panic further and in a desperate attempt to get away, he dove off the platform. Rebecca pouted slightly at the lose of her prey and stomped her foot in defeat.
"Two S.T.A.R.S, two Umbrella. Next up…Marcus and Billy."
The two men, or in Marcus's case pseudo-man, stepped onto the platform. Billy eyed Marcus with a look of contempt. Even with the leeches on Marcus's side, he was pretty sure he could win. Then Marcus did something so weird it defies explanation. He ripped his dress off.
"Ahhh!" Wesker quickly covered his eyes. "I've gone blind!"
Of course if Wesker had paid a little more attention he would have seen that Marcus was not naked, well not from the waist down any way. In fact, he was wearing a very nice pair of white dress pants. But what was really making the women in the audience drool was the rather buff upper part of his body. Looks like old Marcus worked out when he wasn't playing with his leeches.
"starrrsss." Nemmy tapped Wesker on the shoulder. "starrrsss…"
"Oh, he has clothes on?" Wesker peeked out between his fingers. "So he does."
Billy looked dumb struck. Marcus cracked his neck and took up a rather mundane fighting stance.
"Come on pretty boy, I'll kick your ass."
Billy's jaw hit the platform. Did Marcus actually sound…manly? Why yes, yes he did. Before Billy could react to this newest development Marcus rushed him, hitting him square in the stomach with an uppercut. Billy gasped and doubled over as every last bit of air was driven from his lungs. Marcus took a quick step back and delivered a roundhouse kick to Billy's jaw sending him flying though the air to land in the water below.
"Wow." Jill whispered, staring as Marcus vaulted off the platform. "I want one."
"Well…err…" Wesker was completely at a lose for words, a new situation for him. "Two S.T.A.R.S., three Umbrella. Looks like it's back to the beginning. Alfred, Brad get your asses back up there."
Alfred climbed onto the platform looking particular proud of himself. In his mind, he'd severely trounced Brad the last time and by God he could do it again. Brad on the other hand, had a plan. Which of course didn't involve laughing this time around. Alfred brandished his claws again and came running at Brad, full speed. Brad lowered his head and upper body, sliding his left foot back slightly.
Alfred let out a rather high pitched, and somewhat pathetic, battle cry and leapt toward Brad. Brad shoved his shoulder forward, catching Alfred in the stomach, and pushed upward. Alfred went flying over Brad, whacked his head on the platform, and landed in the pool below.
"Where am I…" Alfred stared around blankly as Ada helped him out of the water. "Who am I?"
"Oh dear." Ada sighed. "Don't worry honey."
"Do I know you?"
Poor Alfred, completely lost his memory. Then again the way he acts, that might be a good thing.
"Damn." Jill's eyes widened a bit and she turned to Rebecca. "Brad's pretty hot, you know?"
"Jill, you running a fever or something?" Rebecca laid her hand on Jill's forehead. "I mean first Marcus now your drooling over Brad?"
Why yes, yes she was…go figure. Wesker was just as surprised.
"Damn, the little idiot really can do something when he isn't cowering behind someone else." He cracked another beer and took a long draw off of it. "Three S.T.A.R.S, three Umbrella. Carlos, Ada you guys are up again."
The two climbed to the top of the platform, but the fight was pretty much over before it began. Ada did her little flouncey walk again. Carlos drooled and mumbled some more. But this time Ada pulled out her ultimate weapon, she kissed him. Carlos turned seven shades of red and fainted, falling into the pool yet again.
"Pathetic." Wesker shook his head and handed Nemmy another beer. "Three S.T.A.R.S., Four Umbrella. Alexia, Jill."
The two women climbed onto the platform. Alexia looked ready to spit nails. She was highly pissed about the way the last match had gone, so she employed her own secret weapon…she transformed and began tossing fire in Jill's direction. It did the trick, Jill had no choice but to dive into the pool to get away.
"Three S.T.A.R.S., five Umbrella. One more and S.T.A.R.S. goes back to tribal council. Morpheus, Rebecca hop up there."
Rebecca stepped onto the platform, pulling the whip tight in her hands. Morpheus took a deep breath and decided that it would not be intimidated this time. Seven seconds later Morpheus was sitting in the pool and Rebecca was standing above it laughing and swinging her whip around menacingly.
"Four S.T.A.R.S., five Umbrella. Marcus, Billy get up there." Wesker cracked his third beer and glanced at Nemmy. "Hundred on Marcus."
"starrrsss…"
The two men eyed each other, like a couple gladiators facing death. Billy had underestimated Marcus the last time, but he would not make the same mistake as before. Marcus cracked his neck like before and took up his fighting stance again. Billy smirked and held up…a leech.
"Monty!" All manliness was gone in a split second. "Don't hurt him!"
"Take a dive, or I will."
Marcus slowly nodded and dove off the platform. Billy gave a little whistle and tossed the leech down to his daddy. Marcus hugged the little thing like it was one of his children and climbed back toward the rest of his tribe mates. Billy was eternally grateful that Marcus had left his dress on the platform, the damn leech had been hiding in the pocket.
"starrrsss…" Nemmy held out his hand toward Wesker. "starrrsss…"
"Ah fine, right." Wesker dug out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him. "Marcus is always screwing shit up for me. Well now, that's five S.T.A.R.S, five Umbrella."
Wesker set his beer down and slowly got to his feet. He had a really sadistic idea.
"Be right back."
Meanwhile in the tree…
Birkin finished bandaging Alex's leg. Luckily it was only a flesh wound. Alyssa was tied to one of the upper branches with Chris' shirt. He had to do something before Alex killed her for shooting her and for wasting what was left of the magnum ammo.
"Hey, up in the tree!"
Every face turned to see Wesker standing in the ankle deep water surrounding the tree.
"What do you want Albie?" Alex asked, pulling herself to her feet. "By the way we found your damn leech."
Alex tossed the leech down to Wesker, who caught it easily. He stuffed his little friend on top of his head and turned his attention once more to the tree.
"Alexandra I need some help with an immunity challenge…"
Back on the beach…
Everyone stared as Alex and Chris came trudging up the beach behind Wesker. They were amazed, they were stunned, they were wondering why Alex was limping. Wesker escorted them to the platform then took his customary seat, in his lawn chair with his beer in hand.
"Alrighty then, it's five Umbrella and five S.T.A.R.S. This final bout will decide who gets immunity." Wesker grinned evilly, sending a shiver down the spine of everyone present. "Chris is fighting for the S.T.A.R.S. tribe and Alexandra is fighting for the Umbrella tribe…hope to it kids!"
Chris and Alex stared at each other for a few seconds. This wasn't exactly what they'd been expecting. Apparently Wesker had lied to them about what they were supposed to do, something about zombies and some coconuts or something along those lines anyway.
"I can't hit a woman." Chris shrugged, spreading his arms open.
"Well, you'd better learn, or I'll have to whip your ass."
Alex grinned, a malicious look indeed. Chris blanched slightly, maybe it would be a good idea to hit her after all. Wesker was eating the whole thing up. Pitting the two love birds against each other had to be one of his better sadistic plans, at least lately.
Alex pulled a combat knife from her boot and charged Chris…then tripped, fell past him, and hit the water with a loud splash. Wesker coughed, spitting up a huge gulp of beer. Ok, he just hadn't expected that. Chris leaned over the side of the platform, looking worried. Alex grinned up at him and winked.
Now, one must remember that eventually Alex is going to date Chris and become a member of S.T.A.R.S. Which side do YOU think she wanted to win immunity?
"That was rather anti-climatic." Wesker sighed heavily and threw the mangled sunglasses to Jill. "Umbrella tribe see you at tribal council. Chris, Alex I need to have a word with you…"
The two tribes quickly scurried off the beach while Wesker went to have a word with his sister and someday to be brother-in-law…
Several hours later…
Chris and Alex are back in the tree, nursing various bruises, broken bones, and cuts.
"Alex did you really throw the match?"
"Of course." Alex smiles, then winces slightly at the pain it causes. "Like I'd really fight you. Plus it pisses Albie off and that's always fun. Well, except for all the bruises and broken bones that is…"
Next time on survivor…
Who will be voted off?
OT: It's that time, who on the Umbrella tribe deserves a place in the tree?