TDI: Torture Cruise
Chapter Five: Another One Bites The Dust
"Are you saying I'm not beautiful, man? That hurts!" Duncan said as he twirled the switchblade knife in his hand.
"Gulp!" Harold gulped.
"I'm popular, too!" the mohawked bully menacingly grabbed Harold by the collar and held his knife to the geeky boy's throat. "You should see my fanmail! Chicks even send me nude photos! Oh. That's right. A nerd like you only gets nerdmail from other nerds!"
"Stop it!" LeShawna pushed the incorrigible criminal Duncan away from her thin boyfriend. "Harold was just making a point, and trying to make sense of this whole crazy thang!"
"That 'beautiful people' theory is interesting, eh?" Ezekiel commented. "But it doesn't explain why Tyler's with them."
"Huh. Maybe the guy behind this needed to even the sides. I don't know. Gosh!" Harold speculated.
In another part of the cruise ship, Tyler shivered in his pneumatic tube prison.
Not that he was cold.
He feared he was the next victim.
And the killer would use...chickens!
"Moving on...Who should be next? Hmmm..." the electronic voice of the M. T. C. (Master of Torture Ceremonies) boomed from speakers hidden in the walls.
"I'm not playing your game, sicko!" Courtney declared.
The limber girl had crawled up the walls of her tubular enclosure and was in the process of forcing open the lid.
"Ha! There!" she gloated as she popped the top and hopped out!
"I'm getting out of here!" Courtney exclaimed. Then she ran for what looked to be a door, ignoring the cries of her fellow, still trapped, former campers. "I'll send help!" the driven, mega-ambitious (and selfish) student council president off-handedly offered without bothering to look back or even slow down.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Why? Unhh!" Court uttered as she strained to open the heavy metal door, which seemed to be stuck. "Afraid I'll spoil your 'fun'?"
"No. It's still fun...For me."
Without warning, lasers shot out of the ceiling and cut the former C.I.T. to bloody ribbons!
The rest of the 'beautiful people' gaped in horror at the sight of another of their number...dead!
"Back to business...Let's pick...Justin!"
Meanwhile, the 'not so beautifuls' had problems of their own.
"The compartment's flooding!" Cody cried out as water rushed into their formerly water-tight bulkhead.
Next:
What does the M.T.C. have planned for Justin?
And will the 'not so pretties' drown?
Scorecard:
Owen - Dead
Noah - Dead
Izzy - M.I.A. (Missing in Action)
Beth - Dead
Eva - Dead
Katie - Dead
Courtney - Dead
Gwen - Game Player
Heather - Game Player
Lindsay - Game Player
Tyler - Game Player
Bridgette - Game Player
Geoff - Game Player
Justin - Game Player
DJ - Trapped
Duncan - Trapped
LeShawna - Trapped
Harold - Trapped
Cody - Trapped
Sadie - Trapped
Trent - Trapped
Ezekiel - Trapped