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Now for the story. I've been looking forward to this chapter. I've been planning it for months now and it's finally coming! Enjoy.
Last time on Total Drama:
The contestants battled it out in a truth-telling challenge where they were forced to gush their secrets! It was a mental beat down that turned physical with the shock of our electric chairs!
Lindsay won immunity and Noah should've gone home, but he decided to switch the votes at the last moment and Bridgette got the boot instead!
We are down to the final four! Who will make the semifinals? Who will be the next person eliminated? Find out on Total! Drama! HIGH SEAS!
Chapter 18: Tropical Terror
The dark figure walked aboard the ship. Everybody was sleeping and the ship was docked, so the culprit knew she could accomplish her deed without being caught.
A second figure crept onto the ship. It was shorter than the first and masculine in physique. He was short and a bit stocky.
The first person pulled a pin from her hair, which was pushed neatly back and fiddled with the lock outside Stateroom nine. When she managed to open the door, she sprayed some knockout gas from an aerosol container into the room to assure her victims were asleep. She picked up the limp, unconscious body of Sammy and placed the body onto a stretcher she had taken from the medical wing. She placed Lindsay's unconscious body on top of Sammy's.
Meanwhile, the boy was attempting to open up the door to Stateroom 2 where Ezekiel slept, but had no luck. He bumbled around, looking for some way to unlock the door, but it did not give. He commanded the door to open, but it remained locked.
The girl, sick of her partner's idiocy, decided to take matters into her own hands. She used the hairpin to unlock the door and entered. She did the same with the door to Stateroom 6, which housed Noah. She then instructed her partner to put Noah's knocked out body on top of the girls' and she herself placed Ezekiel's body on the stretcher.
The two took the stretcher off the ship and unloaded its contents. They then got back onto the ship and walked into Chris's quarters. Luckily for the boy, the door was not locked.
They picked up the sleeping Chris and put him on the stretcher, wheeling him off the ship, cackling evilly.
Chef Hatchet woke up naturally. It was weird. Normally, Chris would wake him up with his air horn for a cheap laugh. He got out of bed and found a note taped to the inside of his door.
Dear Chef,
Chris McLean has been kidnapped and is being held hostage in my lab. If you want to see him again, please surrender the million dollars from this season. In addition, the contestants are being held in one of my prison facilities. You can communicate with them via the walkie-talkie I gave you. If the million dollars are not in my hands by the end of the day, Chris and the contestants will suffer.
Have a good day!
Chef read the note and re-read it. He did what any highly-specialized cook with advanced military training would do. He picked up the walkie-talkie.
MEANWHILE, NOT ON THE SHIP
Ezekiel was the first to wake up.
"Where am I?" He asked himself. He was in a dungeon-like area. There were four large stone walls that surrounded him, and a window that was covered by bars. It was warm and humid, too, and the floor was a thick layer of concrete.
On a second look around, Ezekiel noticed that Noah, Sammy and Lindsay were fast asleep in the same cell. Could this have been part of the challenge?
Ezekiel doubted it. Chris had already kidnapped them once. It's highly unlikely that Chris would try again, but the man was unpredictable. Ezekiel learned that the hard way one or two times.
Ezekiel noticed a screeching static noise coming from the cell. He found the source. A walkie-talkie had been left in the cell. Hopefully, he could get some answers as to where he was.
"Who's here?" Chef Hatchet's voice sounded throughout the dungeon.
"It's me, Ezekiel," Ezekiel said.
"Good! I got somebody! You know where the others are?"
"They're here too, but they're sleeping."
"You might want to cover your ears," the cook advised Ezekiel.
Ezekiel covered his ears.
"WAKE UP!" Chef bellowed.
Lindsay and Noah woke up, startled.
"Is it time already to ruin my day?" Noah asked.
"Shut up, maggot!" Chef commanded, "Chris has been kidnapped and you've gotta save him. Without pretty boy around, I get no paycheck."
"Why would we want to save Chris?" Noah asked.
"Because, worm, that's the challenge for today! Save Chris. He's being held in the lab in this facility. All you need to do is get out of the cell, around the electric fence and into the lab. But the door's locked, so you'll have to figure out how to unlock it. The person who saves Chris gets immunity. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" The three replied in unison.
Sammy woke up. "What'd I miss?" she asked.
MEANWHILE, IN THE LAB
Chris woke up to three slaps to the face. It looked like a lab of some sort. He looked around. He could see computer screens all around the room. There were test tubes on a neat little rack on a desk and a periodic table over the desk. He also noticed that he was tied to a large glass cylinder full of a bubbling purple liquid.
"So we meet again McLean!" The girl walked up to Chris's view. She had straight red hair and wore a modest sweater and a skirt under a white lab coat.
"Hello, Scarlett," Chris greeted the girl, "love what you've done with the place!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Chris!" Scarlett hissed at the host.
"What do you want from me?"
"The million dollars from this season," Scarlett answered.
"What are the two words I was thinking of? Oh yeah, Hell no!"
"I didn't think it would be that easy," Scarlett said, "that's why I'm giving you an ultimatum."
"Uh, boss!" a boy came out. He wore all gray and had purple hair. He was also a little on the chubby side.
"What is it Max? Can't you see I'm doing something?"
"Uh, yes, I just wanted to know what kind of coffee you wanted," the boy said.
"I'll fix it myself in a minute. Have you finished wiping down the tables?"
"Yes, ma'am," Max answered.
"Well, go do it again!" Scarlett shrieked.
Max sheepishly walked off with a rag in his hand.
"You hired him?" Chris asked.
"He's my henchman. He was so impressed by my superior intellect and my potential for evil that he insisted on joining me. He wanted to learn from the master."
"Wait, so what exactly is going on?" Chris asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Scarlett sneered, "After being eliminated from Pahkitew Island, I was bombarded left and right by universities giving me special grants. They said they were impressed by my work. I made hundreds of thousands of dollars in scholarships."
"They paid you despite your being evil?" Chris asked, incredulous.
"Since you didn't press charges, I wasn't a criminal and colleges appreciated my obviously superior intelligence. One college even gave me my own laboratory on an island in the Bermuda Triangle. That's where you are right now. They told me I was supposed to do experimental research to curb the effects of greenhouse gasses on the air. But I also used it for...other things," she grinned evilly.
"What are you going to do?" Chris panicked.
"The cylinder you are tied to contains cobalt-60, one of the most potent mutagens known in the world. My terms are simple: give me this season's million dollars or I break the glass and see what you turn into."
"No! Help me! Anyone!" Chris screamed.
THE CONTESTANTS
"So how do you suppose we get out of here?" Ezekiel asked.
"Beats me," Sammy responded, "Anyone know how to cut through rock?"
"I know!" Lindsay exclaimed, and started punching the wall.
"That's not going to help," Noah said.
"Ouch! My hand really hurts!" Lindsay said, showing the group her black and blue hand.
Noah rolled his eyes.
"Come on!" Ezekiel said, "hasn't anyone ever seen a prison break movie?"
"You have an idea?" Noah raised an eyebrow.
"No, I wasn't allowed to watch movies," Ezekiel said.
Noah face-palmed.
"I saw a movie where people dug out of prison using spoons," Lindsay offered.
"There are two problems with your idea," Noah said, "For one, we have no spoons and second, there is no way to dig through this concrete floor using a spoon, idiot."
Lindsay's big, blue eyes dilated and welled with tears.
"It's ok, Lindsay," Sammy said, "Noah's just a little stressed out."
"That's not it," Lindsay said, it's that I just remembered how that movie ended! It was, like, so sad!"
Noah rolled his eyes again.
"This is so stupid!" Ezekiel screamed, "This is no challenge! We're going to die in here!" He began stomping his foot.
"Ezekiel! Stop!" Sammy implored.
"It's cabin fever," Noah said in a matter-of-fact way, "He's gone mad from being locked up with is for so long. He must've succumbed to it early because of his normally sheltered lifestyle."
Ezekiel started jumping up and down, screaming "I can't take it anymore!"
"Calm down, Zeke," Sammy put a hand on his shoulder, "you're just stressing yourself out!"
"I can't! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! We're all gonna die!"
"We're going to die?" Lindsay asked.
"NOBODY IS GOING TO DIE!" Sammy shrieked.
Ezekiel was still running around and was rattling the bars in his cell, trying to somehow pry them off of the cell.
"I ain't gonna die here!" Ezekiel screamed, tugging at the bars.
It was pandemonium in the small cell. Lindsay was crying because she thought she was going to die. Ezekiel, going insane, was yanking at the bars in a fruitless attempt to remove them. Sammy was trying to calm everyone down, but was failing and Noah was sitting, rolling his eyes.
Sammy was grabbing Ezekiel's legs, trying to pull him off of the bars, but he refused to let go. He had a death grip on them and refused to stop until the bars were gone. Sammy pulled with all her strength (which was actually a lot despite her relatively small build). She finally managed to yank the prairie boy off of the bars, or so she thought.
The bars were in Ezekiel's hands as he was pulled off of the wall. They had been ripped off.
"Yes!" Sammy cheered, "We can get out!"
The four crawled through the small window. Fortunately, the four were small enough to fit through. If Rodney or Sugar had still been in the competition, there would've been problems.
As the four remaining contestants broke out, they noticed a huge electric fence. Their work was not even close to finished.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
Guess who it was? Rich Moneyman had returned!
"Rich Moneyman here with this special new product! It's called the Nature's Greeting Beanstalk! It's so cool! All you have to do is plant the seed and then, in two short weeks, a beanstalk will grow displaying a special message!"
Rich Moneyman showed the beanstalk (which had the words 'I love you' written on it) to the camera.
"It's totally awesome! But don't just take my word for it! Listen to what these happy customers have to say!"
CODY
"This is where the phrase 'thanks for nothing' is applicable."
HAROLD
"I got this for my Leshawna, and she threw it away right in front of me."
DAWN
"The message written on it is not natural."
LEONARD
"I like it! Huzzah!"
"And there you have it! Order your Nature's Greeting bean plant today for only 19.99! This offer is not available in stores!"
END OF COMMERCIAL BREAK
"Crap!" Scarlett cursed, "Those brats have broken out of my cell! But let's see if they can get past my electric fence! Max, turn on the fence!"
"Ok, Scarlett," Max said, "How many amps do you want?"
"Maximum!" Scarlett sneered.
Max pulled the lever to the full 150 amps that the fence was capable of producing.
Scarlett turned to Chris.
"I still haven't heard your decision! Will you hand over this season's million or painfully mutate into a freak of nature?"
"Um...can I have a little more time to decide?" Chris asked.
"No! Answer now!"
"Without the million dollars, I have no show and I'll probably get canceled, but if I keep it, my incredible handsomeness will be gone forever! It's a lose-lose!"
Scarlett grinned mirthlessly.
"I can't decide!" Chris screamed, tears running down his face, "I don't know!"
"I've had it with you," Scarlett hissed, "I'm sick of your stupid games, so I will decide for you! Max, press the button that opens the canister!"
Chris gasped as Max pressed a big, red button. A buzzer sounded and red lights flashed as holes in the glass tube began to open, spilling out the purple liquid. Chris gasped.
"Chris McLean," Scarlett smirked, "Say goodbye to your former self!"
MEANWHILE, IN THE PRISON
The electric fence loomed over the four competitors.
"Maybe we could climb over," Sammy said, "Maybe it's low voltage."
A bird flew into the fence. Upon contact, it started writhing and screeching as it dissolved into black powder.
"Something tells me it's not low voltage," Ezekiel said, back under control.
"And volts aren't what causes pain and death," Noah informed the group, "volts are units of electrical resistance. Amps are the units for measuring electric current."
"Good to know," Sammy rolled her eyes.
"So how are we going to get over the fence?" Lindsay asked.
"Pounds me," Ezekiel said.
"Beats me," Sammy corrected.
"Beats me."
"I know!" Lindsay said, "let's jump over the fence!"
"That might work," Noah said, if we had frogs' legs!"
"Lindsay might be onto something," Ezekiel said, "Lindsay, Sammy, you're both cheerleaders right?"
The two blonde girls nodded.
"What if you threw me over the fence?" Ezekiel asked.
"Hmm," Sammy thought, "It might work. I've never thrown anyone before, though. I'm usually the fly girl."
"Then Lindsay and I can throw you over," Ezekiel said with certainty.
Lindsay spent the next half hour teaching Ezekiel how to throw a person correctly, but wasn't exactly a great teacher and started getting frustrated when Ezekiel couldn't understand her cheer jargon.
"You know what, let's just do it," Sammy sighed. "I think I can correct myself a little in the air. I'll go and save Chris and earn immunity."
"Why do you get immunity?" Ezekiel asked.
"We all want to vote off the same person," she jerked her thumb at Noah who was frantically digging to try and win immunity for himself.
MEANWHILE IN THE LAB
The purple liquid poured all over Chris, oozing down his body.
"No!" Chris screamed, "Not my beautiful body! Not my face! Not the hair! No! I can't take it! N.."
As Chris screamed, the purple liquid flowed into his mouth. He took a taste. It didn't taste that bad. It was sweet and fizzy.
He looked at his body. Nothing had changed. His hands were the same and his feet were the same. He looked at his reflection in a shard of glass. His face was the same, too. He was just really sticky.
"What?" Scarlett shrieked, "How did this happen?"
Max walked into the room with a cup in his hand, "Is there anything wrong?" he asked his boss.
"Max," Scarlett asked, trying to be patient, " did you screw up the containers again?"
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
"Did you put your grape soda in the container that was supposed to contain the cobalt-60?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Max said, "I have my grape soda right here!"
He took a sip, but Scarlett slapped the cup out of his hand before the cup touched his mouth. A near identical purple liquid fell onto the floor, eating through the metal and left a small hole in the floor.
"Oops," Max said sheepishly.
Scarlett face-palmed, "Alright. I guess we're going with plan B! Max, get the dynamite!"
The chubby boy handed Scarlett a few sticks of dynamite.
"Max, make sure Chris doesn't get away," Scarlett commanded.
Scarlett smiled sadistically and left the lab.
IN THE PRISON
"Alright, on three!" Sammy shouted. She had one foot in Lindsay's hands and the other foot in Ezekiel's.
"One," Lindsay started, "two! Um...hold on, can I start over?"
Ezekiel rolled his eyes.
"Ok," Lindsay started again, "One! Two! Um...I forgot, are we going on three?"
"I'll count," Ezekiel said, "One! Two! Wait, are we doing one, two, three or one, two, three go?"
"Just one, two, three!" Sammy said, getting impatient.
"Ok, one, two, three, go!"
Sammy was launched into the air, flipping onto the fence and jumping off. Her boots managed to protect her from the shock of the fence. She landed on the other side on her feet. Lindsay and Ezekiel clapped for her.
Sammy gave a quick bow and ran off to the lab.
"How does it feel, Noah," Ezekiel smirked at the brainiac, "you're as good as eliminated."
Noah frantically dug through the dirt with his hands. His efforts have never been greater. He channeled all of the physical strength he had in his body (which wasn't much) to dig through the dirt. His hands were bleeding, but he had to tough it out. If he gave in now, all of his efforts throughout the season would be in vain.
Lindsay and Ezekiel looked satisfied. There would be no way that somebody as weak and lazy as Noah would be able to tunnel under the fence with his fingers. He would have to give up soon.
But Noah wouldn't give up. He continued to dig and he was actually making progress. He was about waist-deep in dirt. He was dirty and coughing on dust, but he was determined.
As Lindsay and Ezekiel watched, they hoped that Noah wouldn't be able to make it through.
Noah was relentless, he had almost dug a tunnel deep enough to fit his whole body. He continued to dig. Nothing would stop him. He crouched down and began to dig horizontally.
He didn't know what hit him.
He felt something hard and metal and then he felt extreme pain throughout his body. He didn't know it, but he had accidentally touched the circuit board.
He felt the pain as 150 amps coursed throughout his body. His hair stood up on end. His muscles went stiff. He couldn't move but he twitched involuntarily. His eyes went wide and then he finally slumped over, his limp body charred. He managed to let out a faint "ow" before passing out.
Meanwhile, Sammy ran toward the lab. She noticed that the door was left unlocked. When she entered, she came face-to-face with Max.
"Well," Max said, "if it isn't Samey the loser twin. Cower at the hands of my EVIL!"
"My name is Sammy," the cheerleader said.
And then she beat the ever-loving crap out of him. She pinned the villain down and punched him in the face, giving him a black eye and followed with a kick to the face, dislodging one of his teeth. She untied Chris while Max was down and used the rope to tie up the feeble super villain wannabe.
"Nobody. Calls. Me. SAMEY!" Sammy hissed.
"Thank you so much," Chris panted.
"Shove it, Chris, you're lucky you're not next!"
"Scarlett's run to the ship with dynamite! She's about to blow it up!" Chris screamed.
"Then let's hurry!"
The two ran toward the ship, which was docked.
Scarlett was fast. She ran the dynamite toward the ship and ran to the cargo hold. She was going to blow up the ship from the bottom up. Scarlett ran to the cargo hold. There was a door that led to the cargo hold from the outside. She opened the door with a hairpin.
Amy and Topher heard the door creak open.
"It's Chris!" Amy shrieked, "hide!"
The two hid inside of an empty crate.
Scarlett lit a match and slipped the stick of dynamite into the cargo hold. Then she left.
Amy peeked out of the crate. She got out and saw the dynamite. Topher saw it too and screamed.
Amy smiled wickedly, "Sorry, Topher, but this is where we split up! Thanks for your help!" Amy pushed Topher back and made a mad dash for the door. Amy slid out of the room and got out the door by herself. As Topher recovered, he ran out as well, but the spark hit the dynamite and blew the fanboy out the door, landing right next to Amy.
"What!?" Scarlett screamed, "Max! You screwed this up again! I told you that we needed a lot of blast powder! Didn't you but more?"
Max wasn't there, but Chris and Sammy were.
Scarlett chuckled nervously, "Um...I have some explaining to do, don't I?" She ran off into the distance. Nobody really cared where.
"Whew," Topher said, "That was a close one!" he brushed his hair back in relief.
Or he would have...if his hair was there. He felt his head up. He didn't understand what was happening.
Amy pulled out a makeup mirror and showed Topher his reflection. His worst fear had come true. He was as bald as the day he was born.
Topher screamed as Chris and Sammy looked at him awkwardly.
"Well, well, well," Chris said, "Looks like we got ourselves a couple stowaways!"
Topher was paralyzed with shock, but Amy stood up and gave an evil sneer. She looked directly at Sammy.
"Long time no see, sis," Amy said casually.
Sammy was shocked. She knew that her sister was on the ship the whole time, but actually seeing her and hearing her voice was even worse.
"Hello, Amy," Sammy hissed.
"So, are you lost without my help, Samey?" Amy asked sinisterly.
"No, Amy," Sammy smiled, "I'm my own person now. And my name is Sammy."
"Don't deny it. You're nothing without me."
"No, Amy," Sammy said, "I'm nothing with you. You continuously bully and torment me and I've had enough of it. You've messed up my life at home and at school, but I'm ready to take it back. Your reign of terror in my life is over, Amy."
Amy cocked her head. She wasn't used to being sassed.
"And what's more," Sammy said, "I think if anybody in this family depends on somebody else, it's you that depends on me."
"Explain," Amy sneered.
"Amy, you're desperate. You've made my life a living hell because you need somebody to control. You've become addicted to making things difficult to me. You've even gone out of your way to get on that ship to make things even more miserable for me! The only reason you signed up for the show in the first place was to torment me more!"
"You're wrong!" Amy said.
"I'm right and you know it. Without me to torture, you'd be nothing."
"I'd be much better off without your sub-mental ass weighing me down!"
"Would you, Amy?" Sammy asked, smiling. She knew she was getting to her, "Do I weigh you down?"
"As touching as this family reunion is," Chris said, "Noah's been injured and we need to boot somebody, so meet me on the deck of shame. All of you.
DECK OF SHAME
Chris faced the four contestants (Noah was in a wheelchair) and two stowaways.
"Tonight, we won't be voting somebody off," Chris explained, "The network has been getting on me again and, due to Noah's injuries, he will not be able to continue in the contest."
"That's...bzz...crap! I can't...bzz...believe it!" Noah said
"Sorry, Noah, them's the rules!" Chris smiled, "I can't let you continue! It's unethical!"
"Unethical? Since when is...bzz...anything you do ethical?" Noah screamed.
"Alright, you caught me!" Chris said, "The network's been harassing me about 'safety' or whatever. Apparently making teenagers risk their lives violates some sort of rule or whatever in my contract. If you stay in the competition, I could get fired! Plus, nobody wants to watch a guy in a wheelchair compete!"
Sammy gave Chris the finger.
"Sorry, Noah, but you're kaput! Sorry!"
The helicopter came down and Noah was hoisted onto a stretcher and reeled up to the copter and out of sight.
"We couldn't make him swim home," Chris explained.
The helicopter soared out of sight with Noah in it. Chris waved goodbye.
Chris looked at Amy and Topher.
"Now what am I going to do about you guys?" Chris asked.
"You can set us free because we just made a mistake?"
"Nah," Chris said, "Since you love being on the ship so much, you should stay here!"
Amy's eyes went wide.
"Hmm," Chris thought, "It's too late for fellow contestants. We don't need any more interns. Hmm, what to do..."
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"I know! You guys get to be my personal assistants for the rest of the season!"
"No!" Amy gasped.
"YES!" Topher cheered.
"Chef, take them away!" Chris sang.
Chef had to drag Amy off, but Topher willingly went, "Time for you to put on the official Chris McLean is awesome T-shirt!" Chef told the two rogues.
"Have a good night!" Chris told the final three, "the semifinals are tomorrow!" He walked off to go see his new personal assistants.
To be continued...
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