There is a wide shot of Kihci Island, with Chris standing on the dock. "Previously on Total Drama Legends...The competitors were brought to a brand new island that gave them a warm, but very painful welcome." Footage of the volleyball game was shown (including a ball landing on Cody and Jasmine getting hit in the back of the head with the ball). Samey managed to make a friend, which meant bad news for her evil sister. However, Amy was able to turn it around through clever planning and with a little help from an 'unknown' attacker. In the end, she turned her team against Leshawna and sent her on the boat of losers and off the island."
Chris was relaxing in a recliner chair on the dock. "What a girl. Here I thought she was just like every cheerleading villian in every high school film ever made. But she might just have a brain in there. But let's just hope she doesn't burst any more...bubbles for anyone else." He chuckles. "On today's episode, someone's dreams will go pop. But let's see how these competitors rise to the occasion. And who will experience new highs and lows. Find out all that and more, right here on...Total...Drama...L...egends."
Gwen and Courtney clinked their glasses of orange juice together. It was morning and the two were enjoying their reward breakfast. Gwen was still in her PJs, while Courtney was in her usual outfit. They both sat at the kitchen table, which was filled with bagels, fruit, bowls of cream cheese, bottles of juice, pancakes and bacon.
Confessional (Gwen): "After All-Stars, Courtney actually apologized for the whole elimination chart. She said she felt bad and wanted to make amends. So we met up and I...forgave her." She sighed. "I know what it's like to feel regret for hurting someone you got so close to. Kinda made me realize that I wasn't exactly fair to her when I forced her to vote for herself."
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Both were enjoying their time alone, when they heard footsteps. They turned to see their teammate, Sanders, walking through the door. She wore long pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that said: Charged with Excessive Napping. She yawned and smiled at the two.
"Good morning." she said, a little groggy.
"Morning." Smiled Gwen.
Courtney looked at the Cadet, a little skeptical. "Did you get enough sleep last night?" she asked.
Sanders nodded her head, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Oh yeah. Yeah. I got plenty...of sleep." She still sounded like she was trying to wake up. Gwen and Courtney looked at each other with a raised eyebrow.
Confessional (Sanders): "Ok, I'll be honest. My first night without my partner was a little...hard to deal with. I didn't get a lot of sleep. I've gotten so used to her ramblings over how Cody was robbed from winning season 3, that it actually helped knock me out in about 10 minutes."
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The three chatted until Owen walked in. Immediately he grabbed a plate and placed a giant stack of pancakes on it. Sanders turned to him.
"Did Macarthur keep you up all night?" she said, smirking to herself.
Owen placed the plate on the table and started pouring syrup onto the pancakes. "No. Not really. In fact, when I woke up, she wasn't even there."
Sanders almost spit out her coffee from the response. "Wait, what? She wasn't there?"
Owen picked up a fork and jammed it into his breakfast, stuffing the food into his mouth. "Yeah." He said, with a mouthful of pancakes. "I woke up and...all I saw was an empty bed."
Sanders thought about where her partner might be. "She must be looking…" She stopped when she realized that she just said that outloud. The rest of her teammates looked at her, wondering what she meant.
They would've asked about it, but they were interrupted by another entrance. Everyone turned to see Noah, dressed in his usual getup, looking relaxed and grinning to himself. He waltzed in, not even acknowledging everyone else staring at him. He walked to the table, grabbed a single orange, turned and walked out. The rest of the competitors stared at each other, not sure what to make of the new Noah.
Back at the loser cabin, Duncan was holding the note he got from last night. He was sitting on one of the steps on the outside. He was the only one there, as all the other competitors had left to get breakfast. The ex-con knew to take any chance not to eat any of Chef's cooking. Now with his bag of chips and bottle of soda, he had that chance. However, the note was still bothering him.
Now you owe me again. He read it in his head over and over. He knew exactly who it was from.
The Cadet. He thought again. But why?
Was she trying to get in his head? She doesn't seem like the type to do that.
"Whatcha' got there?" came a voice.
Duncan looked up to see the only person he somewhat enjoyed talking to on his team.
When Duncan noticed Zoey was staring at the note, he immediately hid it behind his back.
"Nothing," he said quickly. He looked away.
Zoey frowned. She didn't like Duncan keeping secrets, especially ones that might affect how he played the game. But then she thought about her secret meeting with Mike from yesterday and didn't want to risk bringing it up. She smiled.
"Hey we still haven't found a way to get you on Gwen's good side, so you wanna, I don't know, think of one?"
Duncan thought about it for a few moments. With the letter and the interaction he had with the cadet from yesterday, Gwen hadn't been on his mind. He looked back up at his teammate.
"Yeah" he said, still unsure. "Yeah, let's do that."
Zoey widened her smile again and sat next to him.
Confessional (Zoey): "I'm glad Duncan still wants my help. Hopefully he starts listening to me." She rubbed her arm. "Doing this also helps keep my mind off of Mike."
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Over at the mess hall, Samey was sitting at one of the tables. She had intentionally taken a seay away from the other competitors. With the elimination of her new friend still on her mind, she didn't feel like talking to anyone. She also knew that most of her teammates were still against her, so her best chance was to stay quiet.
"What troubles you?" Came a voice
Samey's head shot up. That was Dawn's voice, but Samey didn't see anything.
"Where…" Samey started.
"Below you. But don't look directly at me."
Samey turned her head slightly down . She couldn't see Dawn immediately, but when she looked down, she saw a patch of green underneath the table she was sitting at. As soon as Samey knew where Dawn was, she looked back up, but continued talking.
"What do you want?" She said, quietly.
Dawn's spoke again. "I want to know how you're doing, your aura is very cloudy and hard to read."
Samey didn't know what aura was, or where Dawn was reading it, but decided not to ask. "I'm...I'm doing alright." She paused. "But I don't know about you, Dawn."
Dawn didn't say anything, so Samey continued.
"Before Leshawna was eliminated…" She subtly looked to her right. She saw her sister, who was sitting with Jo, Scott and Alejandro. None of them noticed her staring. Samey looked back down. "Before Leshawna was eliminated, it made me realize that my sister still hates me. And I think she's after me."
Dawn didn't say anything at first again. But after a few moments, she did speak. "Why does your sister hate you?"
Samey went wide eyed. "W-What?"
"I don't mean to intrude, but I think it might help to talk about why your sister is so mean to you. I'd find out myself, but I think it would be better if you said it."
Samey didn't say anything. Had anyone actually asked her that before? She didn't know Dawn very well...but she seemed trustworthy. With that, she sat back and started.
"Believe it or not, Amy and I were actually close. Not like super close or anything, but we were sisters. Good sisters. I really liked the idea of having a twin." Samey found herself smiling at this, but it soon faded. "That was until our sixth birthday. Our parents had a massive fight. Apparently, my Mom found out my Dad was cheating on her. Soon after that, they got divorced and lived in separate houses. Amy and I still got to see them every other week. One week we visit Mom, next week we would visit Dad and that's how it went for a while. Mom was great, but it was different with Dad. Every other week, he would treat Amy like a princess, giving her everything she wanted, praising her for everything she did and blaming me for everytime she screwed up. The weeks went by and Amy started to...change. We argued more, her jokes became meaner and she even tried to push me down the stairs at some point. Dad always took her side. I had to walk home from school on some days, even when it was raining, while Amy got to go home in Dad's BMW. Nothing got better after that. She still hated me. Elementary. Middle school. High school. Everything. She wouldn't stop tormenting me. It wasn't until Pahkitew that I finally stood up to her and-"
Samey stopped, realizing something. Dawn was gone. Samey looked back up, wondering for how long she was talking to herself. But that didn't stop her from continuing.
"Dawn. I don't know if you can hear what I'm saying, but...I can't be around you right now. If Amy was the reason Leshawna got eliminated, then that means she'll eliminate anyone who's associated with me. So thank you for the help, but please don't talk to me anymore. I don't want to be the reason you're sent home."
She didn't say anything for a while. Dawn hadn't reappeared or given a sign that was around. Samey could only hope that her friend had listened to her.
Mike paced around in his room. Cody was also in the room, sitting on his bed.
"I don't know how I'm gonna do this." Mike finally said.
"Well, if it's pacing, then you're doing pretty good so far." Cody said, trying to be funny.
Mike didn't laugh though, but he did stop moving. "That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about being away from Zoey. It's driving me crazy."
Cody thought about what he was saying. "Well, all you gotta do is make it to the merge and you can both be together."
Mike sat down on his bed. "Yeah, but that's easier said than done."
Cody raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you make the merge on both of your seasons? As well as make it to the finale? Same with Zoey?"
"Well, it was more Mal who brought me to the final two." Mike mumbled to himself. "But that doesn't matter. I just hate being away from her."
"And her being with Duncan." Cody added.
Mike glared at him, leaving Cody to regret his choice of words. At that point, he didn't want to risk making Mike angrier or more upset, so he left the room, but not before saying one more thing.
"Look, I'm sorry that you're dealing with this. But you need to find something to take your mind off of it. Otherwise, you're gonna get eliminated before you know it. Then your chances of seeing Zoey will shrink even more." He stood at the doorway for a few moments, hoping to hear Mike's response.
Mike sighed and stood up. To Cody's surprise, he was smiling. Not a big smile, but a noticeable one.
"You're right." he said "Zoey would hate it if I got eliminated this early. For now, it's the team over anything else."
Cody smiled, as Mike walked towards him. He put an arm over Cody's shoulder and they walked out. Neither noticed the figure crouching outside, scratching at the window, apparently watching the whole thing.
The Alliance sat near each other, looking at the rest of their team. No one else seemed to notice them as they had their own things to deal with. Zoey and Duncan were talking, Dawn was meditating, Samey was sitting by herself and Heather...she just didn't seem to care.
"You know what I just realized?" Said Scott. He waited for someone to answer, but no one did, so he continued. If we get rid of just two more people, we can eliminate whoever we want. We'll always have the number advantage, so even if they try to team up, it won't be enough."
His alliance members thought about this and, while Alejandro and Amy seemed to like the idea, Jo looked at Scott with her usual look of annoyance.
"Well, don't go telling everyone that, country boy." she said. "We can only get further in the game if no one finds out about our alliance. And, to me, it sounds like you want us to lose."
Scott shrugged. "Look, I'm not about to purposely lose for our team...again, but I'm just sayin'. There's a few people I'm sure you want to see gone."
Jo put her hand to her chin. "Well I would love to see that black-haired twig get the boot." She turned to Alejandro. "Do you have any issue with that?"
Alejandro was caught off-guard. He stuttered for a bit. "I-I well, at some point…" He didn't finish. Jo laughed at him.
Amy, having not said anything, spoke up. "Well I think-"
"Yeah, we know." Said Jo, immediately stopping her laughter. "You want to get rid of your sister because...well I don't care. She's gonna be easy to get rid of."
Amy looked at Jo and stood up. "Hey, the only reason no one has found out about the alliance is because I-."
Jo slammed her hand on the table they were sitting at. This startled Amy. She dared not look away from the Jockette, who was now face to face with her.
"If you tell anyone about the alliance, you're getting sent home next. If you think you can blackmail any of us, you're dead wrong, Blondie."
Amy was too stunned to reply. Jo moved her hand back, and she sat back down. Scott glared at her too. Amy thought about what to say next, but didn't speak. She knew if she kept pushing her agenda of eliminating her sister, it would just annoy the rest of the alliance. To make matters worse, they outnumbered her.
Confessional (Amy): She grunted. "I hate saying this about anyone, but Jo's right. I can't try blackmailing them, at least not now." She thought to herself and grinned. "Whatever. Samey can hang around a little longer. Besides, it'll just make her eventual defeat all the more satisfying."
Static
Back at the beach house, most of the Shark Cowboys were sitting at a nice meeting area. All of them were sitting on an L shape couch, talking. Noticeably, Noah wasn't involved in any of the conversations, choosing to read his book. Macarthur had also not returned from wherever she was.
A loud bullhorn sounded. The competitors stopped talking and listened. Chris' voice followed. "Alright...campers" He chuckled, as most of the competitors rolled their eyes. "Report to the mess hall to begin today's challenge. I hope no one feels 'deflated' because this challenge may make you feel a little...light. McLean out."
The competitors headed towards the door, but Sanders stopped them.
"Hey, does anyone want to help me find Macarthur?" she asked.
The competitors looked at each other, not sure how to answer. Finally Courtney spoke up.
"Look...no offense, Sanders, but if your partner wanted to actually do this challenge, she'd be here already instead of whatever's doing right now."
"She's also really scary," said Cody, feebly
Sanders sighed and raised her hands in annoyance. "Fine. I guess I'll go look for her myself."
The cadet opened the door, still frustrated that no one would go with her. But just as she was going to leave, she was met with a surprise on the other side of the doorway.
There was Macarthur, covered in mud and dust, her hat and hair soaking in water. She also had large bags under her eyes. But despite all that, she was still smiling.
"What's up, guys? Sorry for getting here a little late. Heard Chris said we had a challenge comin' up, so let's move out." She turned and walked into the woods, leaving behind the stunned competitors. Sanders ran towards her.
Confessional (Courtney): "How? How does Sanders deal with her? More importantly, how did she even get into any sort of police program? Are they really that desperate?"
Static
As the Shark Cowboys were heading towards the mess hall, they crossed paths with the Vengeful Bobcats. Neither team spoke to each other. Duncan saw Courtney and Gwen walking side by side. His talk with Zoey made him realize that forcing himself to talk to Gwen had only made things worse between them. For now, he would have to wait for the right moment. But something else caught his attention too. The cadets. Duncan still had the note from last night with him. He knew who wrote it, but now had to figure out why.
Zoey walked by herself, trying to enjoy the scenery. But then she noticed who was walking next to her.
"Hey, Mike," she said happily. Mike didn't respond at first. In fact, he looked almost scared to answer. Zoey noticed this. "You okay, Mike?" she asked.
Again, Mike didn't respond immediately. He remembered his conversation with Cody and his vow to focus on the challenge. He also knew Courtney still considered him a potential liability. Without looking at his girlfriend, Mike finally spoke up.
"Hey, Zoey." He mumbled.
Zoey was confused by this, but figured he didn't to talk. She slowed her pace, so it wasn't as awkward for her boyfriend. She walked right next to Duncan. He wasn't paying attention to their interaction, but did notice his teammate's uneasiness
"You good?" he asked
Zoey snapped out of her trance, and laughed nervously. "Oh it's nothing.."
Duncan didn't care enough to continue asking, so didn't.
Even though Zoey and Duncan didn't say anything else to each other, Mike's paranoia was getting the better of him.
Confessional (Mike): "Look, it's not that I don't trust Zoey, but...why does she have to hang out with someone who cheated on their girl-" He quickly stopped himself. "I mean...went to jail?"
Static
Sanders walked with Macarthur in front of the rest of their team. "Why exactly were you up all night?" she asked, in a concerned tone.
Macarthur brushed off some of the dirt and twisted her hat to drain the water. "Oh, you know…" she said, ominously.
Sanders raised an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."
Macartur didn't answer, but Sanders knew what her partner was hiding from her. "Were you looking for the invisi-"
Macarthur shoved her hand across Sanders' mouth. "Yes. That. Don't go around telling everyone." She took her hand away.
Sander sighed. "Look, I think you're taking this game too seriously. I know you think everyone here is so intense but it wouldn't kill you to be a little...normal. Maybe actually talk to them instead of isolating yourself like you are right-"
Sanders stopped and turned around. She didn't see that her partner was no longer by her side. A couple feet back Macarthur, with her face pressed against a tree, was snoring away. Sanders groaned, and went over to carry the burly cadet towards the challenge.
As they walked amongst their teammates, neither Owen nor Noah had said a word to each other. However, something was on the big guy's mind.
"Uh hey, Noah?" Owen finally said. Noah looked up. "So, I uh...I wanted to talk about what happened last night...with uh...with Jasmine punching me." Noah didn't say anything again, but rolled his hand around to let Owen know he could continue, which he did. "Yeah, so it kinda hurt to get punched and all. And well...I kinda figured the punch was meant for you...and I got hit…"
"So your point is that you don't want to get hit?" Asked Noah. Owen nodded, unsure. Noah gave a dull grin. "Sure thing, buddy. Just don't be in the way when I'm around Jasmine." And he walked away. Owen stopped in his tracks to think about what was just said.
Confessional (Owen): "Well at least I know my little buddy cares about my well-being." He paused. "I-I think."
Static.
The competitors arrived at the mess hall which Chris stood in front of.
"Alright, welcome everyone to your first challenge on the-" he stopped. Then he pointed at each competitor, counting them under his breath. He stopped and put his fists to his hips, annoyed. "Alright, Shark Cowboys, what happened to your Cadets? Again."
The Shark Cowboys looked around, and sure enough, Macarthur and Sanders weren't there. After a few moments, they heard a call.
"We're right here."
The competitors turned to see a struggling Sanders, with a snoozing Macarthur being dragged along by her side.
"Sorry, we're late...she didn't get a lot of sleep last night." Sanders said, half tired, half embarrassed. She shook her partner around a little, startling her awake.
"Huh? Wha? What's going-" Macarthur tried to regain her composure. She shook her head, clearing away the dizziness. She looked at her teammates and smiled. "Hey guys, what's up?"
Her fellow Shark Cowboys, as well as some of the Vengeful Bobcats, looked at her, amazed by the cadet and the way she acted.
Confessional (Courtney): She crossed her arms, annoyed. "That cadet is nothing but trouble. If she costs us this game, she'll find herself on a first class ticket out of here."
Confessional (Scott): "Those girls were the winners of a season?"
Confessional (Sanders): She sighed. "I thought Macarthur was hard to deal with during the Race, but this...I don't know what this is."
Confessional (Macarthur): She sat on the toilet, snoring away. She started to lean forward, hitting the camera before completely falling out the door to the confessional.
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"Anyways…" Chris continued. "Allow me to get our challenge started." He turned and held his hand next to his mouth. "Oh...Chef?"
The competitors looked and saw a large figure, popping out from above the trees, before falling back down, disappearing. It jumped again and came closer. As it moved into view, the competitors realized it was Chef, with three medium size balloons on string attached to his back. He daintily landed on the ground in front of the competitors.
Chris smiled and spoke up. "As you can see, Chef has three balloons attached to his back."
"What's in those things?" asked Heather, astonished.
"I'm glad you asked." Chris said, enthusiastically. He walked over to a nearby canister, and put a deflated balloon over the nozzle and turned it on. "This is a special kind of helium. It can make any object it's attached to seem light as a feather, depending on how many you have." He tied the now inflated balloon and held it with both hands. Then he jumped up and got a solid foot of airtime, before fluttering back onto the ground. The competitors watched in surprise, except Macarthur, who was having trouble staying awake.
"The more balloons you have, the higher you'll jump." He paused and turned to Chef. "Chef, would you like to explain the rules of the challenge?"
Chef grinned and turned to the rest of the competitors. "Alright, fools!" He yelled, startling the people in front of him, including Macarthur, who was jolted awake. "This game is gonna be a team game. So I better see all you egomaniacs helping each other out. This game is...Balloon Busters."
Most of the competitors snickered at the name, leading to Chef yelling at them again. "Is something funny to all of you?!" The competitors shook their heads and went silent. Chef continued. "Six players on each team will have three balloons attached to their backs. You will be responsible for keeping your team in the game. The remaining maggots will be the poppers. Your job is to pop the other teams balloons-"
Chris cut him off, with a shovel in hand. "And if you want to see what that looks like…" He swung low at Chef's feet. Quickly thinking, Chef jumped to avoid the shovel. He grinned, but it fell once he realized what was going on.
Chris smirked and put a handful of pellets into his mouth and, using a metal straw, spit them at Chef. They scattered towards him as he covered his face. One balloon popped, then another and then the last. Chef fell to the ground, with a loud thud, and lay in dirt in pain.
Chris chuckled, and continued explaining the game. "The poppers will each have a bag of pellets and a metal straw to shoot them-"
He was suddenly cut off by Courtney. "Uh, excuse me, Chris-"
"I was getting to that, Courtney." He said, annoyed. "The pellets are non-toxic and edible. And they melt if they're in your mouth for too long, so don't worry about choking." He paused, as Courtney looked on, satisfied, but annoyed for being interrupted. "Since there are nine of you on each team, there will be three poppers and six ballooners. The ballooners will get three balloons each, and the poppers will each get a bag of pellets." He pulled out a list. "Now for the teams…"
"For the Bobcats, Amy, Zoey, Dawn, Scott, Heather and Alejandro will have the balloons attached, while Duncan, Jo and Samey will be the poppers."
Confessional (Jo): "The last time I got a chance to shoot something in a challenge, I cost my team the game and got sent home. I'm not about to let that happen again. Even though I really want to shoot that twig with something."
Static.
"I just hope this worm isn't a shooter." Jasmine said, sticking her thumb at Noah.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Well if you're a ballooner, that'll make you an easy target."
Jasmine glared angrily at him. Owen remembered what his buddy had said, so he took a step back. Chris interrupted them.
"Well actually, both of you are ballooners." The two were surprised by this, but Chris went on. "Along with Gwen, Macarthur, Mike and Cody, you six will be the ballooners for the Cowboys. Sanders, Owen and Courtney will be the poppers. The playing field will be the forest area, it runs about a few miles that way." He pointed to the left. "Once either every ballooner from one team is eliminated or the timer runs out, the game will be over. Whichever team has more balloons still in the game, will win. Now. Let's. Get…" He pointed his index fingers to the competitors, but they seemed confused over what he wanted them to do. After a few moments, Chris sighed and put his hands down, defeated. "To it…" he finished, undramatically. Then he spoke in his regular voice. "We'll give the ballooners a fifteen minute head start to get into the forest."
The ballooners soon had their balloons attached, while the shooters had their bags of pellets and metal straw.
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Sanders nervously asked her partner.
Macarthur had her three blue balloons on a string attached to her back. She nonchalantly waved her hand. "Nah I'll be fine," she said, starting to walk forward "If I keep moving I should be focused. Don't worry about me, I'll-" Macarthur ran into a tree. Sanders moved to check on her, but she was signaled to stop. "That's my wake up call, I'll be alright." Macarthur headed into the forest, leaving behind the nervous looking Sanders.
Gwen jumped and practically flew into the air. She turned and smiled at Courtney. "Hey, Court. Do I look like an angel?"
Courtney blushed a deep shade of red and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.
"Yeah, you do." Duncan shouted.
Gwen was surprised by the response from the ex-con. She stared for a few moments, before awkwardly turning around, heading into the woods. Courtney looked at Duncan too, utterly baffled by his response. Duncan noticed her, and everyone else staring at him. He suddenly realized just how embarrassing his situation was.
Confessional (Duncan): He groaned. "Why is it so hard to keep my big, stupid mouth shut?"
Static.
Later, the six poppers were still at the mess hall, waiting for the signal to start. Sanders sat nervously by herself, looking into the forest.
"You ready to do this?"
Sanders jumped, and turned. It was Owen, grinning at her. She stuttered to find a response.
"Oh umm, yeah I'm totally ready. All the way. Let's do it." Sanders smiled and tried to sound amped up, but was clearly faking it. Owen was confused, but didn't get the chance to ask.
"Well I just hope your partner knows what she's doing." Sanders and Owen turned to see Courtney, who had just walked up to them. She stared at Sanders. "And I hope you know what you're doing too. I already have a tough time dealing with that rubble rouser of a cadet."
"Rubble rouser?" Owen muttered. "What the heck does that mean?"
Sanders frowned at the response, but grinned cheekily once she got an idea. "Well, Macarthur can be reckless at times, but she can also be a really valuable teammate." She paused, intentionally. "I guess you can say she can be my...angel."
Courtney tried to remain stone-faced at the call back to what Gwen said to her, but Sanders and Owen could see her face turn a bright shade of red, as well as her desperate attempt to hide it
"Oh, that was cute." Owen laughed.
Sanders smiled at her successful joke.
Confessional (Sanders): "Ok. Maybe I need to relax. Macarthur's good in difficult scenarios. Maybe the lack of sleep will force her to focus even harder. I know she can do this. She'll prove Courtney wrong…I hope."
Static
In the forest, Macarthur was by herself. She was having a lot of trouble staying awake. Finally she put her hand on a tree and stopped to rub her eyes. She took a step forward, unaware of the root that was in front of her feet. She tripped and fell forward. But in the process of falling, she had somehow fallen asleep. And because of the balloons on her back, instead of falling to the floor, she started floating. Now she was hovering a few inches off the ground, still snoring. She continued to move down the path, completely unaware.
Back at the mess hall, Duncan was looking at the note he had in hand. Why would she leave a note? He thought. He then turned to see the Cadet in question. She knows we're on opposite teams, right?
The thoughts clouded his mind. Suddenly, he was slapped on the back.
"Let's see some game faces, Prison Boy. No room for slackers on my team." Jo said, like a military sergeant.
Duncan stood up, annoyed. "Try that one more time...and you will see me behind bars...again."
Jo ignored the threat. "Just don't try to mess this up, got it? I still remember you helping one of the other team's members during the last challenge."
The ex-con turned and scoffed. "You were completely blind, you have no clue what happened."
Jo wasn't phased. "Yeah but my ears work perfectly. I know exactly what happened."
Duncan turned around and was about to hurl another insult, but he looked at something behind the jockette. He stopped himself. Jo noticed this and turned around. She came face to face with the third popper: Samey. Now that both were looking at her, she became very nervous.
She smiled uncomfortably and put a hand behind her head. "Ummm...go team?"
Jo and Duncan still looked at her weirdly, but didn't say anything. Jo still remembered what Amy had said about her sister. But, looking at the overall nervousness on the twin's face, made Jo a little less annoyed. Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of a buzzer.
"15 minutes have passed. Poppers, you may enter the forest and let the game begin."
The six poppers ran into the game zone. The Cowboys had decided to split up almost immediately, but the Bobcats stayed as a group.
"Alright," Said Jo to Duncan and Samey. "We'll stick together for now and as we move further in, we'll split up. From there we'll-"
"Uh, Jo..." came Duncan's voice.
The jockette turned. Duncan and Samey were now standing a few feet back, staring at something in the distance. Jo went back for them, confused. When she saw what they were seeing, her eyes widened.
There, heading towards them, was Macarthur.
She was still asleep, still floating and still completely unaware of her circumstances.
Duncan, Jo and Samey gave each other a look. Macarthur finally came right in front of the three and, without saying a word, the trio pulled out a few pellets, put them in their mouths and shot all three of Macarthur's balloons. She hit the ground, not even making a sound once she hit the ground.
The three Bobcats still had no idea what had just happened, but decided to head further into the forest.
"And the Shark Cowboys have lost Macarthur." Chris said, over the intercom
Gwen was deeper into the forest, trying to find a hiding spot, when she heard this.
Confessional (Gwen): "She's out? Already? That wasn't even five minutes. Maybe Courtney was right…"
Static
Owen walked through the forest with his blowpipe in hand. He carefully scanned his surroundings for any sign of his opponents.
Confessional (Owen): "Last time I had to hunt for someone in the woods, I ended up with some crushed kiwis and was thrown off a cliff. So, hopefully, this time I'll do better."
Static.
While he was determined to win the challenge, the big guy was also thinking about his conversation with Noah. He knew his little buddy wanted to win more than ever, and had developed a new strategy to get further ahead. But something bothered him when he looked at his friend. He couldn't say exactly what it was, but something bothered him about the "new" Noah.
Suddenly, his mind was brought back to reality from what sounded like a rustling sound. His eyes darted from side to side. He dived into the nearest bush and stuck only his head out. The bug guy didn't see anything immediately, until he turned and gasped
Dawn was floating midair in lotus position, heading towards him, being held up by the balloons (or maybe that's what she wants us to think). Her eyes were closed. Finally Owen was able to snap out of his trance. He looked at his bag, opened it and pulled out half a handful of pellets. But when he looked back up, Dawn was gone. He turned his head to the left, still didn't see anything. He turned it to the right, still nothing. He looked back to where Dawn was, before realizing something. He turned back to the left and there was Dawn, still with her eyes closed and in midair lotus position. Owen jumped at the sudden appearance, dropping the pellets in his hand. Quickly thinking, he pulled out another handful of pellets, put them in his mouth and, with the blowpipe, shot the pellets at Dawn. But despite shooting them point blank at her, none of the pellets hit her or the balloons.
It's like they phased through her.
Owen was both amazed and bewildered. Without opening her eyes, Dawn turned midair and started floating away. Owen, not willing to give up that easily, followed her.
Heather had been running away from a barrage of pellets. She had already lost one balloon and was barely managing to dodge the pellets.
"Courtney, we were on a team once!" She shouted behind her. "Give me a break!"
Courtney was beginning to reload and shoot again. She smirked. "But we're having so much fun, don't you think so?"
Heather growled at the reply. Suddenly another balloon popped, leading the queen-bee to pick up the pace. She decided her best option was to throw the CIT off. She suddenly veered right. Courtney turned to where she went and ran to catch her. Little did she know, Heather had only ducked behind one of the trees. She hadn't gone anywhere. She smiled and went in the other direction. She didn't get far as she had smacked into something. Or rather, someone.
She looked to see Amy, also rubbing her head from the impact.
"Watch where you're going!" yelled Heather
Amy glared at the diva, but didn't speak.
"What?! Nothing to say to me? Or do you have to get permission from bossy McLoudmouth, rat boy or Alejandro?"
Amy noticed she didn't give an unflattering nickname to the latino, and thought of a plan. "Oh, don't worry. I have no interest in Alejandro. He's all...yours."
Heather twitched at this, and her face went red with either embarrassment or anger. Amy couldn't tell. The diva was about to tell the sister exactly how she felt, when her last balloon suddenly went pop. She was out. Courtney jumped out of the bushes, continuing to shoot. One of Amy's balloons had also been shot, so she decided not to stick around any longer. She took off, leaving behind the baffled and annoyed Heather, who gritted her teeth.
"Heather is now out." Chris' voice ran out. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Courtney gave a mocking wave as she ran past. The diva was now more livid than ever.
Confessional (Heather): "Who does that wannabe me think she is? I can run circles around her." She looked like she was about to start ranting, but took a breath. "But I'm not going to let her get to me." Her eye twitched though.
Confessional (Amy): "Maybe if I can get Jo to think I have something against Heather, that might make her trust me more." She chuckled. "I am a genius."
Static
Noah, like Heather, was trying to avoid someone. Jo and Samey were both shooting at him. Somehow, the brainiac still had all his balloons intact and was doing a good job at avoiding the oncoming pellets. He pranced as he ran too.
Confessional (Noah): "Maybe I would've done good at the dodgeball challenge at season one, if I actually participated, but that's still beneath me. This is too, but 5 million dollars makes it worth it."
Static
Noah turned his head back. The pellets had stopped firing, and he saw Jo and Samey head in another direction. He smirked to himself. It was short lived however, as he ran right into the back of someone. Both of them fell to the ground in a heap. Noah looked up to see that the person he had run into was, none other than, Jasmine. He rolled his eyes. "Of course, I ran into you."
Jasmine was about to retort in anger, but stopped herself. "And just my luck I ran into a worm."
Noah smirked, "Is that the best insult you can come up with?"
The Aussie stood up, as did Noah. "I can do more than throw insults." She growled
Noah was still unphased. "Please, I just outran a jock with a huge superiority complex and a cheerleader, do your worst."
Jasmine tried not to act like what he was saying was bugging her. She closed her eyes and pinched her nose "I...can't even deal with you right now…"
Noah smirk grew wider. "Finally you come up with a halfway intelligent thought."
Jasmine turned around and faced him. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, you know just that the biggest mistake you ever made, aside from dating a zombie obsessed high school dropout, was messing with me. I am obviously smarter, and better equipped than you are and the mere fact that you think you have a chance of beating me in this season is just-" He froze. "Are we floating right now?"
Jasmine stopped being angry for a moment and looked down. During the collision of the two, their balloons had gotten tangled together. Since there were now six balloons, instead of three, it made the two competitors seem light weight. They rose higher, past the trees. They continued rising. Soon they could see the entire forest. By the time they had stopped getting higher, they could see the entire island. And for the first time, neither Noah nor Jasmine looked at each other with pure hatred. This was instead replaced with...absolute terror. Both took a deep breath and let out a blood curdling scream that could be heard for miles and miles.
Duncan lurked around the forest, trying to find someone to shoot at. He hadn't found anyone since he, Jo and Samey split up. At this point, he was bored. Shooting stuff wasn't as fun without anyone to shoot at.
Suddenly he heard a noise from one of the bushes. He stopped in his tracks and hid behind a tree. The sound grew louder. He carefully opened his poach and pulled out a handful of pellets, loading them up. He quickly jumped out from behind the tree and took his shot.
"Ow! Hey, quit it. Why are you even firing at me" came the voice.
Duncan recognized who it was and stopped shooting. "What are you doing here?" he said
The figure stepped out of the shadows and revealed herself to be Sanders. She rubbed her arm. "Oh, you know, just trying to play the game, not shooting at players who don't have balloons attached to them, what about you?" Sanders said with a hint of annoyance.
Duncan didn't say anything at first. He knew he shouldn't have assumed that a ballooner was near him. He felt bad for what he- wait, no. He didn't feel bad for anything. "Just stop annoying me, ok?" he blurted out.
Sanders raised an eyebrow. "Annoying you? What are you talking about? I'm not the one who shot pellets at you. "
Before Duncan could stop himself from doing anything else, he pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. "I'm talking about this." He opened the note so she could read it.
Sanders eyed the paper, quickly recognizing it. She was surprised Duncan came to her to ask about it. "Oh yeah, that…" she replied.
Duncan blinked. "Yeah, that! Why did you write it?" He growled.
Sanders surprisingly smiled. "Oh, it was just my way of saying 'thank you.' That's all."
Again, Duncan took a moment to process this. "Thank you for what?"
"Saving my head during the volleyball challenge. It was nice."
Duncan tried to find the right words to respond. Finally he crossed his arms and turned around. "Yeah, well don't get used to it."
"Ok." Sanders shrugged.
Duncan turned back around, confused by the amount of casualness from the cadet's response. He walked right up to her. "Ok, you know what?" He fumed. "I-"
Duncan was about to tell the cadet exactly what he thought about her, but cut himself off. He went wide eyed, as did Sanders, and the two looked up. Directly above them, as in directly above their heads, was Dawn. Still floating in midair and still in lotus position. Neither Sanders nor Duncan could believe what they were seeing. Seconds later, they heard the sound of panting. Owen appeared from the bush next to them, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.
"She is so...so...impossible...to shoot at." He panted. Then he noticed the other competitors. "Oh, hey Duncan."
Sanders pulled out her shooter, and grabbed a couple of pellets. Duncan was about to stop her, but hesitated. Sanders put the pellets in her mouth and shot them at Dawn with the straw shooter. Very quickly, all three of Dawn's balloons popped. But instead of falling to the ground, she gently floated forward, right onto a lone tree stump. All this without breaking her lotus position or opening her eyes. Sanders, Duncan and Owen watched in amazement at what happened.
Sanders then turned, smiled at the excon and shrugged. "Guess that makes us even." And she walked away.
Duncan watched her, mouth agape. Owen looked at him suspiciously. "So…"
Before he could ask anything, Duncan grabbed Owen's collar and pulled him towards his face.
"Not. A. Word." He said coldly. He let go and walked in the opposite direction.
Confessional (Duncan): Frustrated, he started grabbing his hair. "That, cadet…" he seethed, through gritted teeth. "That cadet...what is her deal?!"
Static.
Cody was by himself. He hadn't run into anyone since the game started and was getting bored. He found a stump and sat on it. He thought about what he should do if he did run into someone.
Behind him, in the bushes, a pair of red eyes watched him. Cody felt a shiver run down his spine. He turned around, right as the eyes disappeared into the darkness. Slowly, he turned back around. After a few more seconds, the eyes appeared again but closer. Cody turned again, just in time to miss the eyes going dark again. He was getting increasingly nervous. Finally, he stood up to walk away.
The eyes followed him. As Cody walked, he could hear footsteps. Reluctantly, he looked towards the direction of the noise. He saw a shadow duck behind the bushes. The geek gasped and ran away.
"Ezekiel!" He screamed "Feral Zeke is here!"
He didn't see the shadow closing in on him. It giggled as it chased him.
Meanwhile, up in the air, Noah and Jasmine were still in a precarious situation.
"I'm already terrified of cramped spaces," said Jasmine, nervous as ever. "But I might be developing a fear of heights."
Noah tried to act like he wasn't scared, but was actually just as afraid as the person he was stuck to. "Yeah, I don't have any issues with heights, it's more the falling that I'm worried about."
"How can you tell jokes at a time like this?!" cried Jasmine
"Well, look at it this way. Right before you hit the ground, you'll have something to laugh at."
Jasmine tried to be angry at the brainiac, but was too scared to do it.
To either the delight or the horror of the two competitors, Chris appeared with a jetpack. He couldn't help but smirk at the two. "Look, if you guys wanted some alone time, you didn't have to go this high of a level."
Both Jasmine and Noah looked at him with unamused expressions. Chris held up his hands.
"Just trying to lighten the mood. Alright let's get you down." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a long needle. Jasmine and Noah immediately squirmed.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. Are you crazy?!" Shrieked Jasmine. "If you do that, you'll kill us."
"Yeah, gotta agree with the Aussie here, Chris." added Noah.
"Relax," said Chris. "I'm not gonna pop all the balloons. Since six is apparently too much, I'll let you both keep one. It should be easier to untangle, and you'll just float down."
Jasmine and Noah were reluctant, but, given their options, they didn't have much of a choice. Both nodded.
Chris smiled and held out the needle. He popped the first balloon. Jasmine jumped at the sound, but noticed that they were starting to lower. Chris popped another balloon. Then another. Then another. Soon, the two remaining balloons untangled from each other to their respective owners. Jasmine and Noah sighed in relief that they would soon be back on the ground.
But not ten seconds had passed, before two seagulls flew right through the last balloons, popping them. Now Jasmine and Noah had nothing keeping them from free falling towards the ground. They screamed as they fell towards the earth.
Owen could actually see the two falling. He nervously watched on, not knowing what to do.
"If this is it," screamed Jasmine. "I'm sorry for throwing you in the catapult."
"Uh-huh." Said Noah, not really paying attention to her.
Jasmine forgot to be scared for a second. "What do you mean 'uh-huh?' Aren't you going to apologize for being a jerk to me?"
"Look, if you can't handle a few verbal jabs, that isn't my fault."
Now Jasmine was annoyed. She reached over and grabbed the Brainiac by his collar. "Listen here, you little weasel. I was decent enough to say that I'm sorry, why can't you?"
"Fine. I'm sorry you can't handle my sarcasm and amazing quips." He actually found himself smirking when he said this.
Now Jasmine was really angry. "That's not what I-
Splash!
Noah and Jasmine were too busy arguing to realize that they were over the ocean and had landed directly in the water. Both came up, surprised, but not seriously injured. It took a few moments to realize that they were still alive. Both looked at each other and smiled. But Jasmine quickly changed her smile to a glare, as she started chasing Noah to shore. Noah, now in a state of panic, paddled as fast as he could away from the angry Aussie.
Owen watched from afar, in bemusement.
Zoey had been having trouble finding somewhere to hide. She was afraid of how much height she would get if she jumped into the trees, so decided to stay on the ground unless it was absolutely necessary.
She suddenly realized that someone might be near her. She looked around. But when she turned, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She yelped in surprise.
"Relax, it's me." said Duncan
Zoey sighed in relief. "Why did you do that? You scared me."
Duncan rolled his eyes. "Well, what would you want me to do? Wave my arms around like an idiot?"
Zoey didn't answer, but realized Duncan had a point. Then something else popped into her head and she smiled. "Hey, can we talk about the 'angel' thing from earlier?"
Duncan's face scrunched up and he flushed with embarrassment. He turned away from Zoey so she couldn't see his face. "No." he said bluntly.
Zoey was persistent. "Oh, come on. I thought it was cute."
"It was stupid."
"It's not like you said anything bad. It was just...poorly timed. But the effort was there. At least, I thought."
Duncan glanced back to see the Indie Chick giving him a sympathetic smile. As much as he wanted to be upset, he couldn't. He sighed in defeat, then turned his attention to the trees.
"You're not gonna do any good if you stay on the ground." He pointed to a tree that was bigger than the others. Zoey looked at it. "I say wait out in that tree, until the game is over."
Zoey was hesitant, but decided to take Duncan's advice. She took a deep breath and jumped. The balloons carried her towards the tree. Duncan watched her to make sure no one on the other team was watching. Once she was safely in the trees, Zoey gave a thankful look to her teammate. Duncan nodded and walked away.
Confessional (Zoey): "Hanging out with Duncan is...surprisingly nice. He's a good person, even if he doesn't want to admit it."
Static.
"You may have bested me when your partner was around, but this time it will be different."
Alejandro galloped through the woods, dodging the pellets being fired at him.
Sanders was having a tough time just trying to keep up. Every time she reloaded, she became more and more frustrated.
"You North American cops may be great together, but as individuals you lack in certain things…" He turned around suddenly, and started running backwards, much to Sanders' confusion. "...like agility…" As if on instant, he dodged the trees in his path, narrowly avoiding them, still without looking. "And…" he continued. He bent over, put his hands on the ground and raised his feet up and started walking on his hands, like he once did in Greece. "...showmanship." Sanders shot at the balloons again, but Alejandro blocked all her shots with his feet. After a few more seconds, he put his feet back on the ground and ran upright. "...and of course…" He looked up. Quickly he jumped and grabbed a tree branch and swung upward. Sanders stopped herself, amazed by what she was seeing. "...how to make a dramatic exit…" With that, he swung upward through an opening between the trees and floated away, out of sight.
Sanders took a few moments to catch her breath. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she was glad she didn't have to chase Alejandro anymore.
A few more seconds passed, until she heard something. A rustling sound from the bushes. Sanders caught her breath, and readyed her metal straw and pellets. But before she could think to do anything else, someone jumped out of the bush, startling the skinny cadet.
The person was Scott.
He smiled devilishly at the Cadet. Sanders wasn't sure what to do or what the country boy was planning. Scott then started moving his arms up. Sanders didn't know what he was planning. Maybe he wanted to fight. Was he going to try and take the straw? Or maybe he's-
"I give up." Sanders blinked. Scott held up his open hands, signifying what he just said. "No sense in fighting this. You win."
Sanders stared at him in confusion. Scott now had several opportunities to fight back, but didn't take any of them. Hesitantly, she loaded up and shot the pellets at Scott's balloons. All three of them popped. Scott's smile did not break. Without saying another word, he made a tipping the hat gesture, turned and walked away. Sanders was stunned.
Confessional (Sanders): "Wha-what just happened?"
Confessional (Scott): "Do I care if we win this game? No. It's like I said before. If we get rid of just a few more people, my alliance will be unstoppable."
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Mike had been spending his time in a tree. He figured avoiding the rest of the competitors would be the best idea. Plus, he liked to have some quiet time. Without any of multiple personalities crowding his mind, he could actually think to himself. And he enjoyed that. But his thoughts were interrupted, when he heard what sounded like footsteps. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked down. Just as he did, Cody appeared at the bottom of the tree, clearly in a panic.
"Cody?"
Cody's head darted around, before meeting Mike's gaze. "Mike? What are you doing up there?" Before Mike could answer, Cody cut him off again. "It doesn't matter, I need your help now."
Mike extended his hand. "Alright get up here, quickly."
Cody reached out, but he stopped when he heard a noise. It was getting closer and closer. Cody started to panic. "No. It's too late."
He pulled his hand away and started running in a different direction. The sudden movement caused Mike to lose his balance. He couldn't stop himself and he fell off the branch. But because of his balloons, his fall was very slow. But it wouldn't last.
A shadowy figure suddenly popped out of the bushes. It didn't see Mike and ran past him. However, something from the shadow latched onto Mike's hand and started pulling him. Mike could do nothing as he was carried at a frighteningly fast speed. He could hear snarling and slobbering noises, most likely coming from whatever was pulling him. He thought quickly and grabbed onto a low hanging branch. The shadowy figure pulled him, but the branch held him back. He slowly ground to a stop. But his other hand started slipping from whatever he was holding on to. Mike couldn't hold on and had to let go. He was sent flying through the air.
The balloons made sure he was carried a far distance, but his trip didn't last too long. He suddenly landed in the leaves of a tree. He popped his head out and spat out an acorn. He checked himself to make sure he was alright. Once Mike realized he and all his balloons were still intact, he smiled and laughed to himself.
"Mike?"
Mike's smile quickly changed to surprise when he turned his head. He had somehow ended up in the same tree as...
"Zoey?"
The two looked at each other, not sure what to say.
Back on the playing field, Courtney was running around. She still had plenty of pellets, but nowhere to shoot them. She stopped to catch her breath and think of a strategy. But as she did that, she saw something. Or rather someone. Or rather...sometwo. More specifically, she saw Mike and Zoey in a tree. Together. Looking at each other. The CIT gasped. "That...dunderhead. He's gonna get us eliminated by being there in the open." She said to herself, agrily.
At that moment, Courtney heard another noise.
"I see him up there. Red-head is distracting him."
Courtney turned to see Jo and Samey already taking aim. She tried to stop them but it was too late. The barrage of pellets went hurtling towards Mike. He snapped out of his trance and tried covering himself. He was too caught off guard by the projectiles and mistakenly stood up, making it even easier to hit him. One balloon popped, then the second, followed by the third. Jo and Samey stopped when they saw all the balloons were gone. Mike put his hands down, still processing what just happened.
"Mike, are you alright?" Called Zoey.
"Yeah I'm-"
Mike was cut off by the sound of a loud buzzer, followed by Chris' voice. "That sound means the game is over. Stop what you are doing and listen up." The competitors looked up and listened. "All of you have trackers attached to the device on your back. This makes it easier to keep track of the score, which I have right in front of me. The Shark Cowboys have a total of 5 balloons remaining…while the Vengeful Bobcats have…...8 balloons remaining. Bobcats win!"
Courtney was disappointed. But her disappointment turned to anger when her gaze fell on Mike, who was scaling down the tree.
Confessional (Courtney): "I...knew he would cost us the game. I knew it. I called it. I predicted it. He made a mistake once and got lucky. But now, he's not going to get off so easy. I will personally guarantee it."
Static.
Macarthur was still asleep and left in the place she was eliminated. Sanders walked up to her, looked down and sighed. She picked her up by the shoulder and started walking her back to the rest of the team.
"I'm not so sure, honestly." Said Gwen
Courtney had just finished explaining to Owen, Noah, Gwen and Cody about what she saw with Mike.
"What isn't there to be sure about? He cost us the game and has proven to be a liability before."
Courtney countered.
"Yeah but…" Gwen trailed off.
Courtney paused, but realized what Gwen was trying to say. "You just want to keep him around, so Zoey's feelings don't get hurt, is that it?"
Gwen froze, not sure how to respond. But she didn't have to. "Gwen's got a point." Cody spoke up. "Besides, I think we should vote for that cadet. She was eliminated first in the challenge. Like how does a cop lose in a game like this so quickly?"
Gwen smirked at Cody's response, happy he was backing her up. She noticed Owen and Noah.
"Don't mind us. This is too entertaining." The Brainiac, who was wrapped in a towel, smirked.
"We're supposed to be a team." Courtney cut off, a little stern. "We need to have the same goals if we want to succeed."
Gwen felt a little annoyed by that statement. "We are a team, Courtney. But that doesn't mean you get to make all the decisions for us."
"Well," Courtney pondered. "I feel like my decisions should be considered the ones to go by since I am the one with any sense of order on this team."
Now Gwen was mad. She turned around and stormed off. Courtney seemed like she wanted to say something, but was too stubborn and didn't.
Cody looked back and forth between the two, worried about what that meant.
Noah, on the other hand, found enjoyment from this. He gave a small laugh and looked at his large friend. "At least we know who we're voting for. Right, big guy?"
"Ummmm...yeah." Owen said, unsure.
Back at the McLean beach house, the Bobcats were picking rooms.
"I get the single." said Duncan, Alejandro, Heather, Jo and Scott said at the same time. This resulted in a huge argument.
"No one deserves it more than me." shouted Heather.
"You're right." Called Amy. "Cause no one in their right mind would ever want to room with you."
Heather glared at the twin and was about to retort, but Jo cut her off.
"You hate Heather too?" She asked Amy.
Amy simply smirked and nodded.
"You and I are roommates, now" Jo said quickly and the two headed upstairs.
Confessional (Heather): "Is it weird that that isn't the first time someone's talked about how much they hate me...while I'm standing right next to them?"
Static.
Scott sighed in annoyance. "Alright, Alejandro. You can have the single." He walked up to Duncan. "You wanna room with me?"
Duncan thought about it and shrugged. "I've been with worse…" The two also walked upstairs.
Heather and Alejandro gladly took the singles next to each other. Now only Zoey and Samey were left. Both glanced at each other. Samey thought about what to say. Zoey was the only person who didn't seem to have an issue with Samey. Maybe this was her chance to turn things around. However, she quickly remembered her talk with Dawn.
"I'll take the last single if that's ok." She walked towards the room and closed the door behind her. Zoey didn't say anything. Now she had the double and her roommate was going to be Dawn. She was fine with that, but...
Where the heck was she?
Dawn was not in the Beach House. She was still at the spot Sanders left her. On a lone stump, where she meditated for the whole night.
At the bonfire elimination ceremony, all the Shark Cowboys sat on stumps. Gwen and Courtney were noticeably sitting on opposite ends. Macarthur was still asleep, but sitting up right in her seat.
Chris stood in front of them, with a plate of marshmallows. He looked kind of bored. "Oh, my god. It's like everytime one team wins a challenge, they lose the next one. Then when the other team wins that challenge, they lose the next one. There's no surprise. It's just back and forth with you guys. Come on. Give me something to work with." None of the competitors bothered to respond. Chris sighed. "Alright, you know the drill. You'll be safe if you receive a yadda yadda, and if you don't you'll be yadda yadda, walk on the blah blah blah and never wacka wacka. So let's get to it."
The competitors waited.
"The following people did not receive any votes: Owen…Gwen…Courtney…Cody…And Sanders…"
Sanders caught her marshmallow, but was now worried what that meant for her partner, who was still asleep.
Chris held up two marshmallows now. "Hey guess what? Jasmine and Noah both received one vote each. Guess who they voted for?" No one answered. "But they are both still safe." Chris tossed the marshmallows to them.
Noah glared at Jasmine, but then he looked at his friend, Owen, suspiciously.
Now there were only two left: Mike and Macarthur.
"One of you is going home tonight. I find it interesting though that both of you guys made it the finale of your seasons, and now you're here. Mike, it's obvious being on the opposite team of your girlfriend is getting to you. " He turned. "And Macarthur, you…" He was cut off by the sound of loud snoring. "...I don't think I need to say anything." Mike looked at the last marshmellow, incredibly nervous at what his fate was. Macarthur...continued snoring.
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Chris tossed the marshmallow into the burly cadet's lap. Suddenly she was startled awake. Sanders sighed in relief. Macarthur looked around, trying to get a feel for her surroundings. When she looked at the marshmallow in her lap though, she gasped and smiled. She held it up with both hands up to her face, before eating it.
Mike, on the other hand, couldn't believe it. "So that means that I'm the one who's going home?" Gwen looked at him, looking incredibly uncomfortable, while Courtney grinned.
Chris pointed at him. "Correctomundo, Mike. And I've got a special surprise for you."
They were now at the dock. Mike was now in an incredibly large toilet that was the size of an iceberg. Chris stood on the dock.
"Since you already got shot out of a catapult last time, I figured the Flush of Shame would be more appropriate. I'm sure you're feeling a little…crappy."
Mike didn't respond to Chris' attempt at the joke. "Can I least say goodbye to Zoey?"
Chris now looked annoyed. "You know maybe if you laughed at my joke I would've been nice and said yes. But because you didn't…" Chris pushed the button on a remote control. Mike was suddenly being flushed down. He screamed at being forced down the drain. But once he went fully under and out of sight, the noise stopped. Chris smiled to himself.
"So long, Mike. May the flush of shame guide you to a better place…" he looked at the camera.
"How will Zoey react? Who's gonna have the guts to tell her? Certainly not me. Two finalists are now gone, but the game still continues. Found out who will be gone next time on Total...Drama...Legends!"
At the loser's cabin, Macarthur and Sanders were the only two yet to enter.
"Bedtime, now!" Sanders said sternly.
Macarthur grumbled. "I've been sleeping all day, I'm not even tired anymore."
Sanders pointed to the inside of the cabin. Macarthur groaned and entered.
After her partner entered, Sanders smiled to herself before closing the door to get a good night's sleep.
Teams
Vengeful Bobcats: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Scott, Alejandro, Dawn, Zoey, Jo and Heather
Shark Cowboys: Cody, Gwen, Courtney, Macarthur, Sanders, Noah, Owen and Jasmine
Remaining Bobcats: Amy (2), Zoey (3), Alejandro (3)
Remaining Cowboys: Gwen (3), Cody (2)
Placement:
22nd: Sierra
21st: Lightning
20th: Tyler
19th: Leshawna
18th: Mike
Votes:
Mike- Macarthur, Sanders, Courtney, Owen
Macarthur- Cody, Gwen, Mike
Noah- Jasmine
Jasmine- Noah