A/N: I'm sorry this is late, I was sick last week. On with the hilarity…
HCF Camp…
The group limped back to camp. Everyone was in a particularly good mood, I mean there is nothing that will make a person happier than to watch a Treacherous Bastard get his butt kicked by and eight foot B.O.W. with tentacles. Ok, so maybe Alexia wasn't in that great a mood. I mean she did lose her boyfriend, but everyone else is happy.
In fact we currently find Alexia sitting by the fire crying. Everyone else is having a party with some of Wesker's stolen beer. Everyone that is but Billy.
"Come on Alexia, it's ok." Billy sat down, poking the fire with a stick. "I'm sure you'll get along fine."
"I just miss him so much!"
Alexia then throws her arms around Billy's neck and continues crying. This appears to freak Billy out for more than several seconds. Finally the whimpering subsides and Alexia lifts her head.
"You know, you're kind of cute…"
Down on the Beach…
The morning after the fight at Tribal Council finds Wesker in particularly bad shape. Bob is not sitting on his head this fine morning, instead he's sitting in the sand with a leash wrapped around his middle. The reason Bob is on the ground with a leash is because Wesker has several rolls of bandages wrapped around his head. In fact you can only see little snips and snatches of his hair peeking out. His right arm is in a cast, reaching right up to his shoulder. Under that injured arm is a crutch. Why does he have a crutch you might be wondering? It's because his left leg is in a cast, broken in five places. His face is covered in bruises and band aides, his right eye covered by a large tapped on bandage and yet he's still wearing his sunglasses. The final bit of medical equipment Wesker has on him is a neck brace. Our host looks like he just survived a car crash.
Needless to say Wesker is not in the best of moods, in fact you could say he was in a rather sadistic mood. I suppose his mood isn't being helped by the fact that the weather has turned rather crappy. The sky is a dark gray and the wind has picked up blowing rather strongly. That would of course explain the truly sadistic and evil immunity challenge he has planned for the HCF tribe.
Speaking of the HCF tribe…
The tribe wanders onto the beach, none of them looking the worse for wear. Even, Jill, Alexia, and Brad look to be in surprisingly good health, especially considering the injuries suffered last night. It would appear that Rebecca found some herbs in the jungle last night, in between her drinking binge and flirting with Marcus. You just got to love those herbs you know, too bad Wesker didn't have any.
Anyway…
The sight of our injured host brings more than a few smiles and good feelings to the assembled tribe members, a couple of them are even laughing about it. That's going to change in about two seconds.
"Go ahead and laugh you little gnomes of uselessness." Wesker sneered, or attempted to anyway. "Wait till you see what I have in store for you today."
That immediately shut them up. Wesker grinned and hobbled down the beach toward the newest immunity challenge. The survivors shrugged and followed after. When they arrived at the challenge area they came to a dead halt, staring open mouthed, eyes as big as saucers. Several people whimpered, a couple prayed…two fainted. Wesker grinned like a cat with a fresh mouse to play with.
"As you can see my sadistic nature knows no bounds." Wesker smirked and barked out an evil laugh, which in turn caused a great amount of pain to his fractured ribs. "I'm hoping at least one of you die."
Ten feet of the beach was covered by a bed of hot coals. Near the water was several strings of razor wire. In the water itself the survivors could see sharks and salt water crocodiles swimming around. Beyond the ravaging beasts was a net and across the net, at least two miles off shore, was a blonde girl tied to a buoy screaming her head off, and a single skidoo.
"The object of the challenge is simple. Transverse the coals, go through the razor wire, avoid the ravaging beasts, climb over the net, swim out to the captured girl, rescue her, bring her back on the skidoo, carry her back through the razor wire, over the hot coals, and set her on this pedestal." Wesker hooks a thumb over his shoulder to a large red and white pedestal behind him. "Only two rules. The girl has to be carried from the water to the pedestal. She has to be breathing when you drop her on the pedestal. Any questions?"
Jill raised her hand. "What poor unfortunate innocent did you kidnap for this sadistic immunity challenge?"
"Ashley Graham." Wesker held out his hand for the immunity totem. "Fork it over Marcus."
Marcus reluctantly handed the glasses over, while the rest of the tribe thought about the implications of kidnapping Leon's sidekick from Resident Evil 4. Most of them don't think it's that big a deal. However the opinion from the tree is a bit different…
In the Tree…
"THAT SADISTIC BEEEP!" Leon is hanging from one of the upper branches, the only thing keeping him from bailing out is Chris and Nicholai. "I'M GONNA RIP HIS BEEPING HEAD OFF!"
"Leon calm down." Chris is desperately trying to wrench Leon back into the tree. "I'm sure she'll be alright."
That does not calm Leon down and he continues to shout obscenities in the direction of Wesker and the other survivors. William, Annette, and Alex are ignoring this whole incident, opting instead to focus on a plan to get off the island and somehow avoid the hurricane William thinks is headed in their direction. Everyone else is almost hoping Leon will fall and maybe occupy the chimeras that are still circling the tree. Hunk is taking a nap…
Back on the Beach…
Wesker is taking more than a little pleasure in Leon's pain. "Ready?"
"NO!" From everyone gathered.
"Too bad…GO!"
Wesker hobbles to a nearby wheelchair, sipping on a Bahama Mama. The tribe looks at one another, not for the first time debating just how much each of them really wants that million dollars. I guess their greed, and probably the need to pay off some bills, finally wins out over common sense and the survivors take off…
"HOT…HOT…HOT…HOT…"
Alfred screeches his way across the coals, hopping from one foot to the other. Alexia seems to be having the easiest time and simply mutates into her alternate form and walks stately across the coals. Rebecca, Jill, and Marcus are running as fast as humanly possible, looks of pain clearly etched on their faces. Brad is making almost Matrix like leaps to get as far across the coals without actually having to touch them. Morpheus is tiptoeing through the coals, in an almost Zen-like state. Billy has just learned a very powerful lesson about fire and alcohol based cologne…he's on fire…
Alexia is the first to dive through the razor wire and screams bloody murder as part of her hair gets hung up. Morpheus doesn't seem to having much problem with it's hair getting hung up, but it is rather tangled in the wire. Billy completely bypasses the wire by doing a flying leap into the water to put himself out. Jill has grabbed Rebecca, thrown her over the wire, and is climbing over her screaming and bleeding body toward the water. Brad is crawling thought the wire, sniveling and trying not to wig out even more than he already has. Alfred has bypassed the wire by running around out, I'm not sure if that is allowed or not. Marcus has impaled several of his surviving leeches in order to use them as cushioning to avoid getting cut.
Beyond the wire, Billy is having issues with a large crocodile trying to gnaw his foot off. Alexia has finally reached the water and is trying to get past a rather large shark. Morpheus has somehow found it's way onto the back of another shark and is trying to direct him toward the net. Marcus is using the leeches he didn't use on the wire as bait to get the sharks and crocodiles to go the other way. Rebecca and Jill are trying to drown each other. Brad is having a rather vigorous fight with another crocodile, he's chewing on the poor animal's tail. Alfred is having a nervous breakdown and the ravaging animals appear to be afraid of him…
Finally our survivors get over the net and now the real fun begins…
"Back off bitch!" Morpheus screams, grabbing Marcus by the hair. "I need that immunity!"
"Kiss my ass you…you…thing you!" Marcus yells, biting Morpheus' arm.
"Die you sadistic bimbo!" Jill is trying to strangle Rebecca with her own whip.
"That's for going to Jill's side!" Alexia is repeatedly punching Alfred in the face.
"I'm sorry my sweet sister!" Alfred breaks down crying, guess he got his memory back. So much for Anti-fluff lessons.
"Now who's the toughest girly man!" Brad has snapped and is trying to drown Billy. "Bet you thought it was funny when Nemmy killed me in RE ! Or how about in Camp Umbrella when you sic Nemmy on me…HUH!"
Billy is just sort of flailing around and gurgling. The individual battles rage on, much to Wesker's delight back on the beach. He's on his fourth Vicadin and Bahama Mama and feeling really good…
"Back off tube top trollop!" Rebecca elbows Jill in the nose.
Jill falls back in the water, bumping into Alexia and Alfred. This causes much more chaos as Alexia and Alfred both attempt to strangle Jill, but for far different reasons. Rebecca takes this opportunity to climb on top of the buoy, untie Ashley, and hop on the skidoo.
"Hold on Blondie!"
"My name…AHHHH!"
Rebecca hit's the throttle, mowing down Billy, Brad, and Morpheus in the process. It only seems to lull the fighting for a few seconds, as the boys are right back at each others throats moments later. Rebecca gives the skidoo more power, blasts through the ravaging beasts, hops the razor wire, crashes through the hot coals, and comes to a skidding halt right on top of the pedestal. Hey, no one said she had to actually get off the skidoo to get there.
Wesker stares at her for several seconds. "Damn girl…that chick still breathing?"
"Yea, but she may have turned into a turnip." Rebecca pokes the now comatose Ashley who falls off the skidoo, eyes wide open, body contorted in the fetal position. "She may need a few days to recover."
"Well you win Becky." Wesker hands over the glasses and pulls out a bullhorn. "Challenge is over!"
It takes twenty minutes for the other survivors to reach the beach, all of them are in various degrees of pain and abusment. They are also extremely not happy, but then again no one is ever happy on this island. Wesker pulls his battered body out of the wheelchair.
"Tribal council tonight. You guys can…" Wesker suddenly turns to glance behind himself. "What the hell is that?"
Slowly every head turns upwards to see a large black chopper with the words HCF painted on its side. The chopper swings around and comes in for a landing. As it touches down, two people step out and walk quickly toward the assembled survivors. Wesker recognizes Jonathon Avery, his assistant. He has no clue who the 5'2", blue eyed, short haired blonde is wearing the tube top and mini skirt.
"Mr. Wesker!" Avery shouts, running over to him. "You recall the whole HCF Sweepstakes thing right?"
"Oh yea." Wesker nods. "This the winner?"
"Uh…yes sir." Avery looks a bit uneasy. "She uh…calls herself…the…uh…Wesker Chick."
Wesker's eyes widen and he swiftly starts to limp away, but he is tackled to the ground by the Wesker Chick. Those Rabid Fan Girls are dangerous you know.
"Albie!" She shouts wrapping her arms around his neck. "We are going to have so much fun…I have handcuffs and butterscotch syrup."
"Someone kill me…"
The tribe members scurry off, lest the Wesker Chick do something to them…
Next Time on Survivor…
Who will be voted off?
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, took me a bit to come up with a good immunity challenge. Who will be next off the island? Your choices:
Alfred - Alexia - Morpheus - Marcus - Billy - Brad - Jill - Rebecca
Cast those votes!