Disclaimer - The rights of Total Drama Island and its characters belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and all those associated with the show. No profit is being made by this fanfiction. If you are allergic to raccoons, I apologize for any rashes you got in the last chapter.
Author's Needless Note - This is actually the shortest chapter I have written, and that amazes me. And no, I'm not writing this to increase the word count, shush!
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Chapter 14 (Day 04, Part 3) - Save the Last Marshmallow for Me
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The nine campers were astonished to see six platforms lined up, divided by some space to resemble three pairs of the machines. Three giant arcade screen stood in front of the three platform pairs, and funky, bright colors shone from the screen.
Beth walked over to the metal platforms, observing the arrows on the four sides that pointed in the general direction. She almost squealed in joy. "So our final challenge is going to be DD-"
"That is correct, Beth," Chris shouted, raising his arms in a dramatic production. "Chained at the wrist with your partner, you will be play Dance Dance Rebellion!"
Beth tugged on his sleeve. "Chrith? It's called Dance Dance Rev-"
Chris slapped his hand over her mouth. "Shhhhh! We didn't get the rights!"
Gwen stared at Chris. "How can you win this?"
"Well, you get a score at the end of the song," Chris explained, standing on the platforms now. "The team with the lowest score is going to lose a random member! That'll be based not on luck, but which of you two gets the lowest score."
Ezekiel, who was sitting down from exhaustion, looked up with bleary eyes. "How do you play, eh?"
Chris stared at him. "Zeke dude, you never played Dance Dance Rebellion?"
"Nope."
The host laughed and slapped his knee. "Bridgette, I hope you don't kill him!"
(Confession Cam - Can Can Revolution!)
Bridgette - "I've done this game some times when hanging out with my friends. I'm not very good, as you all might guess. But the thing is, when you're dancing as fast as that game wants you to, your arms go flying around."
Beth - "I love this game! I love playing it and trying to beat my high thcore!"
Heather - \angry stare\ "I don't play hip-hop games wearing heels."
"Are you guys ready?" Chris asked.
Heather and Eva stared at each other, the fitness buff glaring at the queen bee, daring her silently to screw this up. Bridgette shook Ezekiel, trying to get the prairie boy to snap to attention. Harold and Gwen exchanged a high-five, both of them confident in their abilities.
"Start dancing, you fools," the host shouted.
The first song began to play. Ezekiel, who had received a quick review of the game by Beth, was stomping hard on the arrows. He was frustrated when mean things like 'Oops,' 'Bad,' and 'Are you drunk?' appeared on the screen.
Eva and Heather were doing alright, though Heather was not scoring because she was desperately trying not to fall while dancing in high heels. Gwen and Harold were dancing away as if they were born on the platform.
(Confession Cam - Up, Down, Left, Right, repeat.)
Harold - "I play this game almost every day for my exercise. Keeps me fit and annoys my sister because she hates the songs I like to dance to the most."
Gwen - "My brother likes this game, and so I played it with him a lot. He thought it was a great way to meet girls, and I gotta say, I think he's right. Girls seem to love this game, and guys... like to watch girls play it."
Bridgette jerked her arm when she had to leap towards the arrow furthest from Ezekiel, and he fell down onto her platform. She desperately tried to get the prairie boy back on his feet, but he was so zonked that he couldn't bring himself to get up off her up and left arrow.
Heather also went down when Eva swung her arm to keep in tempo. The queen bee angrily pulled herself up, tilting Eva off-balance and making her miss some of her arrows.
At the end of the song, Bridgette and Ezekiel had lost by a great deal, Harold and Gwen won with a huge lead. Prairie boy was babbling about how nice this metal bed was, how the left arrow made his spine feel comfortable, and how he'd never get near this game again, eh.
After Owen unlocked Ezekiel and dragged the poor boy off the Dance Dance Revolution stages, Chris was tsk tsk'ing him. "Shameful, Ezekiel. You really let a lot of people down by your performance."
(Confession Cam - Objection!)
Ezekiel - \scratching the back of his head\ "That was kind of harsh, eh."
Bridgette - "What was that all about? Zeke did pretty well up until now, why did Chris act like he let him down or something?"
Chef - \He is waving fifty dollars amount of bills in front of the camera, grinning wickedly.\ "Way to endure not hitting on the girl, prairie boy!"
Beth was happily locked to the blond surfer. "You ready, Bridgette?" she asked, grinning ear to ear.
The surfer looked apprehensive for two reasons. One, she wasn't good at this game to begin with, and two, she didn't even know Beth, despite them being fellow contestants.
The shorter girl gave Bridgette's hand a squeeze. "Don't worry, Bridgette, thith will be easthy! Tho long as we work together on thith and do a decent job, we can outlatht Heather and Eva! Juthst truthst me, and I'll truthst you!"
Both reasons for concern were gone with Bridgette, and she smiled back.
The second song started, and Beth could not have been more right. While Bridgette may have tipped the shorter girl a few times and both caused each other to miss a few steps, they weren't as bad as Heather and Eva. The fitness buff looked ready to tear her partner apart when she fell down for the third time.
"I barely pulled you," Eva shouted, stomping her foot in frustration (earning a perfect on that step without meaning to).
"Well if you weren't thrashing around like a gorilla, I might be to stand up!"
Eva's last nerve, which seemed to be her first too, was shot. She leapt at Heather and started wrestling the girl furiously. Though they coincidentally hit a few right steps on their platforms by the rolling and flailing arms, they lost the dance round so bad that Beth and Bridgette's score was more than four times greater.
"Okay, after that little fight," Chris said as Owen held Eva and Heather up to keep them from hurting each other more, "I think we are all highly amused and wish we could see more."
(Confession Cam - It's like reality on Heavy.)
Gwen - "I hate to say it, but I agree with Chris here. Nothing pleases me more than seeing Heather get her butt kicked by the best butt kicker this damn island has."
Heather was unchained from Eva and Duncan was paired up with the aggressive athlete. Courtney wouldn't say it, but her nervous stare and her knuckles up to her mouth gave away her terror.
"Worried about your man, huh?" Leshawna asked with a sly smile.
"What? N-no! I'm worried about the challenge," she stammered. "He's not my man!"
(Confession Cam - Worried about Duncan too.)
Leshawna - \smirking\ "He is so her man."
Harold and Gwen were getting awfully sweaty, and the brunette nerd was complaining that his heart was beating funny. The goth girl listened to it by putting her ear to his chest, and said nothing was wrong.
So the third dance began. Eva and Duncan focused more concentration on who was in control of their forced alliance, because they kept jerking their cufflinks towards themselves. Bridgette slipped up a few times, while Harold had to stop for a few seconds because his exhaustion was catching up with him.
When the song was finally over, Eva and Duncan began to seriously fight over who had domination of their chain. So they didn't see that they had scored the least amount of points.
Bridgette and Beth cheered and hugged each other tight. Harold and Gwen high-fived. The 2 Gs and Mad Crazy Skillz burst into cheers, jumping and throwing their hands into the air in celebration.
"Duncan, is it too much to ask that you get along with any of your partners?" Courtney shouted; however, the punk was far too busy struggling with Eva.
"So there are the results," Chris shouted. "Major Ownage has lost," the host slapped his forehead and sighed. The better hearing of the campers heard him mutter, "Another twenty-five dollars gone...
"The 2 Gs get second place, which means no reward, just that they are safe for tonight. Mad Crazy Skillz, you all get to enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffet of Chinese food!"
With happy squeals from Izzy and Katie, and cheers from the others, the winning team rushed to the cafeteria.
"Now for Major Ownage and the 2 Gs," Chris said, turning to the other teams, "you twelve are going to compete in the contest that we call When the Hay Hits You!
"You all will be trying to hold mattresses that Chef and Owen will be stacking on top of you. The last one standing on the 2 Gs will be joining their buffet! The winner of Major Ownage also gets to join them, and gets immunity! Any questions?"
"Yes," Heather asked. "Why did you pick an immunity challenge only she," she jerked her thumb at Eva, "can win?"
"And why mattresses?" Cody asked.
"About Cody's question, when you finally collapse, we wanted something that wouldn't crush you to death when you caved in," Chris answered. "About Heather's question, there are several ways to eliminate someone else.
"First off, if you are eliminated, you get to choose who gets your original mattresses you had stacked up. All on one, or one for all, if you please. Second, you can try and knock the mattresses off your opponents by ramming them with yours!
"Sound fair enough now?"
With no more complaints, Chris escorted them to a very large pile of mattresses. Owen and Chef were already holding a mattress each, smiling at the contestants (Owen's was friendly, Chef looked like he was hoping that mattresses could crush).
Once the twelve participants were holding a mattress over their head, Chris looked around at them. "Looking good everyone."
Right after the words left his mouth, Lindsay let out a defeated moan and fell down, the mattress falling on her. Tyler, who had been watching, screamed in terror and ran over to save his girlfriend. He flung the mattress off her, hitting Trent in the stomach and knocking the musician over; luckily, he managed to fall right on his own mattress, so it was a comfortable fall.
"Lindsay, are you alright?" Tyler asked her desperately.
Batting her eyes, the blond bombshell looked up at him and cooed. "You saved me," she said, and gave him a big kiss.
"Well, two are already out," Chris announced, though everyone had seen what had happened. "Trent, any preference on who gets yours?"
"No man, I don't like to spite people," Trent replied with a shrug.
"Linds-" Chris started, then saw she was making out with Tyler on her mattress. "Never mind then. Time to increase the dosage!"
Chef and Owen added a second mattress to everyone's stack. When no one buckled, they added a third.
Beth fell over backwards when she lost her balance; all three of her mattresses went to Heather, who buckled and collapsed with seven over her. With a furious glare at Beth, Heather asked her three mattresses go to Eva. The fitness buff didn't even seem to notice when she had three added to her stack.
Cody had his knees locked together, sweat streaming down his forehead. Ezekiel was wobbling like an unsteady drunk.
A fourth mattress was added, and most of the contestants were getting weighted down. Cody decided to go out with a bang and rammed Duncan's stack with his own, sending the eight mattresses flying and the two boys to the ground.
"That was uncalled for, you little twerp," the punk yelled at Cody. He pulled back his fist, and Cody ran for his life.
"Duncan," Courtney shouted at him, glaring in her usual fashion, "what is up with you? Threatening to hit people?"
"Oh, save it, princess!"
(Confession Cam - We want to buy a mattress.)
Duncan - "Yeah, I am quite temperamental these days, I guess it shows. But it's mainly because Courtney is barely giving me the time of day. While all the other couples are hugging and kissing and all those other loving things, Courtney looks like she's seeing red whenever I'm near her. What guy wouldn't be frustrated by that?"
Duncan stormed off, grumbling to himself. Cody didn't want to add his mattresses, and the criminal hadn't made a request before he left.
Courtney sighed and shook her head. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed Ezekiel struggling for balance behind her.
"Put on the fifth mattress," Chris called out to his assistants.
Using ladders, Owen and Chef carried up another mattress and stacked it up on the remaining campers. For the wobbling Ezekiel, Chef just tossed one on top.
Ezekiel finally lost all his balance and fell backwards. His mattresses hit Courtney's, knocking over the CIT's stack. She herself was blanketed by mattresses (oh, the irony).
She emerged with a furious shout. When she turned to see who did it, Ezekiel nervously waved and smiled innocently.
"Bridgette, since you're the last of the 2 Gs, go enjoy the Chinese food," Chris said, clapping. "I know you're a vegetarian, but they have lots of greens and rice there." The surfer girl let out a loud cheer and hurried over to the cafeteria. Courtney's furious glare followed her, just mad at everyone now.
"Courtney," the host turned to her, "anyone you want to put your five ma-"
"Just put them on, I don't know, Leshawna," she shouted.
The large sister's eyes bulged as she watched Chef pick up the five mattresses with one arm, climb the ladder, then dropped them on her stack. With ten mattresses, she collapsed and was pinned under the stack.
As Ezekiel and Owen pushed the mattresses off Leshawna, Eva and Justin exchanged determined glances. The male model grinned, and Eva felt her knees start to buckle.
(Confession Cam - Mattress with D's would be a Mad Dress.)
Eva - "I couldn't let that gorgeous man defeat me. So long as I didn't look at him, I could determine. But as we all know, ignoring that big slab of man is much easier said than done."
Eva was straining to keep her head looking away from Justin, like if someone was physically trying to pull her to look. The model took this chance to bash her stack of mattresses with his. She reeled back, nearly losing her balance. With incredible strength and agility, she managed to recover from this.
It was a face-off now. Eva and Justin locked eyes, determined scowls on their faces. With a battle cry from Eva and a silent yell from Justin, the two barreled at each other with mattress battering rams prepared for impact.
When the two collided, Justin's mattresses flew back, as did their holder. Eva watched as Justin rolled backwards as his stack scattered all around him.
"The winner of Major Ownage is Eva," Chris shouted. "Go enjoy some Chinese food, girl!"
Letting out a wild cheer, Eva tossed her mattresses in the air. As she ran off to the cafeteria, the rectangular comforters landed on Owen, Chef, and Chris.
The eight winners of the Chinese food buffet were happily gorging themselves. As Noah and DJ blabbered on more about War of Prism, the football player fed Bunny some of the greens. Gwen was not good with chop sticks, but Harold managed to teach her.
Izzy talked to Katie about the time she tracked a panda, and when it was ambushed by poachers, she killed them; the BFFF nodded a great deal of times as she drank her soup. Bridgette was enjoying rice as Eva ate as much orange chicken as she could.
"Think that we'll get fortune cookies," Bridgette asked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"We'd better," Eva remarked. "It's a crime to not get fortune cookies with a Chinese meal without them."
"Well said," Noah agreed, lifting his glass of soda in agreement.
"I'll go to the kitchen and see if Chef has them back there," the blond surfer said.
When she entered the kitchen, the last person she expected to see was Ezekiel. The prairie boy was wearing a stained apron as he washed dishes.
"Hello, prize winner," he said to Bridgette as she answered. "Whacha doing back here, eh?"
"Just... seeing if you have fortune cookies," the surfer replied, looking at his apron with a bemused expression.
Ezekiel pointed out the box of fortune cookies to her. As she lifted it up and put it on the table, Tyler came in through the back door.
"Yo, Zeke," Tyler whispered to him. He rolled into the room, as if on a stealth mission, and bumped into the table leg. Rubbing his head, he peeped out over the top, looked around, and continued his whispering. "Think you can sneak some fortune cookies for the rest of us? We all really could use one."
The prairie boy gestured to the box of fate-predicting snacks, and Tyler greedily grabbed two fistfuls. "Thanks! You're the best! But man... why are you wearing an apron?"
"Just helping Chef with the dishes, eh," his friend replied as he scrubbed at a plate.
"Awww, it's not women's work to do the stuff in the kitchen?" Bridgette asked him, smirking.
Ezekiel turned around to her. "When both your parents are economic teachers, you learn how to do all the 'women's work' yourself."
"Fair enough," Bridgette said, chuckling. "Say, Zeke, you promised me you'd tell me what changed your attitude if we didn't lose."
The prairie boy stopped scrubbing the plate, then nodded slowly. "Yeah, I did, eh. Guess now is a better time to tell you."
Tyler looked around nervously. "Um, should I go?"
"You don't have to, Tyler. In fact, I wanted to tell you this too," Ezekiel said. He put the dish in the sink, then turned to them.
"When I got back from Total Drama Island, it turns out my mom and dad were being treated to some terrible backlash that should have been for me, eh. They were getting swamped by mails, e-mails, and by people shouting at them when they went to work, all of them spitting furious aboo't me, eh."
He brushed his toque up, and sighed. "I really wish I knew the impact of my words, because I wasn't the one suffering from them. My parents both almost lost their jobs because the school board was getting so many calls, complaining that if they raised an ignorant sexist like me, they weren't fit to teach other kids.
"Luckily, they still have their jobs. But they had to change their e-mail three times, and had to throw all these angry letters away. All of them pissed off like if the world's proo'blems were based on what I had said on that first day of TDI, eh."
He rolled his eyes, then shook his head. "Well, I was mad at first, with all these little excuses. Like 'only people with no lives write letters to complain about reality TV' and other things. Then my dad came back with his car vandalized, and..."
Ezekiel looked down at his empty hands and took a deep breath. "He burst into tears. He kept saying to my mom about how he failed as a father, how he brought this upon us. I never... I know this is stupid to say, but I didn't even know men cried... especially not like he did.
"I actually took some of those angry letters and read some of them. Some were... well, pretty violent. It was like being throttled by Eva, but with words, eh."
Tyler chuckled weakly, then looked apologetic. "Sorry dude... go on."
"It's okay. Well, one letter I read was from this woman who didn't... she didn't even sound mad. She just wanted to say that she had served in the army for several years, that she had been injured in combat, but carried on. A boo'let wound in the shoulder, and she still wanted to keep fighting, eh.
"After that, and well, after seeing girls like Eva and Gwen and Bridgette compete, I knew I had been wrong. I had based my opinion off TV shows, and my parents took the blow for it."
Too upset to face his friends anymore, he turned around and stared down at the sink full of dirty water and dishes. He wiped his eyes with his hand, trying to remove the starting of tears. "That's why I didn't want to come back here. I was afraid I would do something stupid again, and my parents might end up losing their jobs or woor'se. I couldn't take it if they did."
He leaned against the counter, staring off into space, when someone put their hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he found himself staring at Bridgette's green eyes.
"That does explain a lot," she said. She then hugged him, to his surprise.
Tyler clapped him on the back, knocking some of the fortune cookies out of his arms. "You're a cool guy, Zeke. The people who saw you last season will be seeing how you've changed. And it will all be cool in the end."
"And who knows?" Bridgette said to him. "Maybe you'll be one of the two winners this time."
Ezekiel chuckled, feeling his sorrow leave him. "That would be cool, eh."
(Confession Cam - \blows nose with a kleenex\)
Ezekiel - "It's so great having friends like Bridgette and Tyler, eh."
Tyler - \still holding some fortune cookies\ "Zeke sure turned out to be quite cool, dudes. But seriously, I think he is right when he said only morons write in to complain about people on reality shows."
Courtney brushed her hair from her eyes. "So we're all agreed? We're voting off Leshawna?"
Heather nodded, while Duncan shrugged. The three had met in the girls' side of the Killer Bass. The punk looked over at Courtney and asked, "Why her, anyway?"
"Because she's dating Harold, and she's a strong competitor who doesn't work well with us," the CIT replied. She scowled at Duncan and continued. "I would think you would want this most. Harold voted me off, so it's only fitting you vote Leshawna off."
Duncan sighed, rubbing his eyebrow piercing in thought. "Wouldn't it be better to vote off Justin? I mean, he's strong and distracting."
Heather shook her head as Courtney let out an aggravated sigh. The ravenhair managed to speak first when she said, "You are the one who wasn't getting along with Leshawna, Duncan. It would be best for you if you vote that nerd-dating sister off. Your words, by the way."
The criminal didn't want to admit it, but he had been regretting that ever since he said it. He didn't dare admit it, especially in front of Heather. Maybe if he got some time alone with Courtney, but the CIT had been avoiding him.
"Fine, but three is only good enough for a tie," he said.
"I've talked to Justin," Courtney replied. "He agreed to vote for Leshawna if we don't vote for him the next two challenges."
"That's reasonable for now, I guess," Heather said. "So long as he's voting for us, and looking handsome too, I'm okay with keeping him."
Duncan was stunned. "He talks?"
"Of course he does," Courtney replied. "Just that most people don't talk to him, they just look at him."
The punk sighed, then shrugged. "Alright then."
He looked out the window, and saw Harold meeting Leshawna right in the middle of the campgrounds. The brunette nerd had brought her a great deal of leftovers in a take-out tray. Leshawna gasped in joy, then hugged him.
Duncan knew he was going to regret this.
"I have five marshmallows here," Chris said, placing a plate with those said treats on the oil drum in front of him. The bonfire roared in front of him, and several campers had fleeting thoughts that he was connected to Satan then.
"Five marshmallows, five people who are staying. One non-marshmallow, one person not going to be here anymore. Who is it, out of these six campers?"
The campers watching on the side looked over the six unfortunate contestants. Several of them, like Beth and Ezekiel and Gwen, were glaring at Heather.
(Confession Cam - Under 10 minutes, so it'll fit on YouTube.)
Gwen - "Heather is finally going down!"
Ezekiel - "There is no way that they'd vote for anyone else, eh!"
Beth - "Thith will be a great comeuppance!"
Heather - \paints her nails then blows on them\ "I cannot wait to see the look on their stupid faces."
"The first one goes to our invincibility winner," Chris announced, tossing one to Eva. "Not bad, girl."
Eva grumbled a thanks as he chomped on the marshmallow. She shot a glare at Heather before heading over to the other campers.
"The next marshmallows go to... Justin! Courtney! Duncan!"
The three caught their marshmallows and walked over to the others. Leshawna and Heather exchanged glances, both looking confident.
"Campers... Leshawna... Heather," the handsome host said as he tapped the plate, "this... is the final marshmallow of the night."
Harold was looking far more worried than his girlfriend. Gwen was glaring daggers at Heather. Leshawna and Heather turned to look at each other, and they both began smirking haughtily at each other; their eyes intensified with every second.
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"Heather."
When her name was called, most everyone couldn't believe it. It slowly dawned on them as Heather caught her marshmallow, then bit it right in Leshawna's face.
"Too bad, Leshawna," she sang, her voice thick with haughtiness.
The street sister slumped, her look now incredulous, darting from that marshmallow to Heather to Chris.
"Sorry, dudette, you're out," Chris said with a sympathetic frown.
"This can't be," Gwen shouted as she clutched her forehead. She whirled on the other campers who had just received marshmallows. "How could you people vote off Leshawna when Heather was there?"
Courtney shrugged. She saw Harold fall on his knees, and used all of her willpower to hold back the smile.
Harold was hugging Leshawna tight when she started to walk the Dock of Shame. "I'm gonna miss you so much," he said, his voice ragged with sorrow.
"Baby, I'll be missing you just as much," she replied. Letting go of her suitcase, she grabbed him and gave him a big kiss.
When she parted, she came face to face with Duncan. The punk sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry about those stupid things I said in the forest about you and Harold," he said quietly. "It was uncalled for."
Leshawna raised her fist, and Duncan winced, ready for the hit.
"Hey, fool, I ain't gonna hit ya," Leshawna said with a small laugh. They exchanged a fist bump. "Takes a real man to apologize, and I accept yours."
With a sad wave, she walked down the Dock of Shame and boarded the Boat of Losers. She waved with both her arms as the boat slowly departed. "Bye, Harold babe, I'll be thinking about you! Bye, Gwen, Lindsay, all y'all!"
"Bye, La... Leshawna," Lindsay stammered.
The street sister let out a loud cheer. "You remembered my name at long last, sister! I don't feel that bad anymore!
"Kick Heather's permed butt for me," was the last thing they heard her say before she was out of hearing range, and that was a far range for Leshawna.
Harold let out a long sigh, hang hanging miserably. DJ wrapped his arm around his friend in comfort as they walked back to the Killer Bass cabin.
Courtney watched as Harold and DJ passed by her. She smirked this time, though no one saw her, as she popped the rest of her marshmallow in her mouth.
Gwen was back in the girls' side of the Screaming Gopher cabin. She was about to get into bed when she saw something. It was the tray of Chinese food that Harold had saved for Leshawna. She almost teared up, but turned her feelings into frustration and she slammed her fists against the cabin wall; she greatly startled Cody, who was reading, and he fell off the bed.
"We had the chance to lose Heather," she snarled. "How could they vote off Leshawna instead? Why?!"
Duncan - Leshawna.
Eva - Heather.
Heather - Leshawna.
Leshawna - Heather.
Justin - Leshawna.
Courtney - Leshawna.
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Leshawna - 4.
Heather - 2.
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Voted off List - Owen, Sadie, Geoff, Leshawna.
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As another merciless, marshmallow ceremony comes to close, I'd like to thank all of you reviewing for your incredible comments. Your support and ideas keep this story going, I kid you not.
Sorry that Heather remains victorious again. But hey, a good series has to have a great villain, someone you really detest. Conflict makes a story.
About Courtney and Duncan, they're not villains no matter how vengeful Courtney may be. I like the pairing, mainly because Duncan is a sweetie under that predator shell, and Courtney is a predator underneath that sweetie shell.
Heather's Victory Theme - Snake's Victory Theme, from Super Smash Brothers Brawl.
A few comments to some of the readers who's comments caught my attention:
Nobodies Have Hearts - Yeah, it's a shame. Maybe it's because they lost the voice actor who does Cody, because the characters that the VA does as well as Cody aren't returning as well.
SSBFreak - Katie's crush will be revealed eventually, just cannot say when. Hehe.
FlamingFoxwolf - Whoa, roller derby looks wild. Don't know how I can tie that into the TDI-theme, but I might try something that's a twist on it when I'm running low on ideas.
Imagi - Whoa... you aren't happy by the time you're done with this chapter, are you? Don't take this the wrong way, but your anger makes me proud, because I know I have captured the meanness incarnate that is Heather correctly.
The next chapter will be up shortly, as fast as I can write. To give you all an evil hint about the theme of the challenge, let me just say this: Harold has the most experience. \wicked laughter\