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. Many sodas were consumed during the making of this story.
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Replies to Questions and Comments:
alienphantom - \pats your shoulder\ We are all guilty of making puns about the cold. Anyone who says they don't is a liar.
Dementous - Wow, the first person to be driven ill by my story. Woohoo!
Sam7418 - It was from an anonymous giver, and the pony's name was Spatula. Cannot tell you about Heather, Izzy may be psycho but she's so pretty and fun that you don't care she's a little wacko, and the jelly bean smuggler is a mystery still.
QJD1381 - Thanks for the reviews dude! But would you mind editing out that strong word in your second review? I'd like to keep the reviews a little more friendly.
Imagi - Second to be driven ill, I'm heading up to Fear Factor level (not that I ever watched that, ew). About your idea, I do like it. Redemption is an interesting idea, but I do have a lot of ideas planned out. Ya never know, though! \evil little eyebrow raise\
CandySox - Randomness rofls my wofls, so it is good. Woot!
Everybody Else - Y'all don't expect me to tell you when things are going to happen, do you? No no, you ain't getting a cheat sheet for my story, just the little hints up here and in the story.
And now, on with the show!!
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Chapter 19 (Day 06, Part 2) - It's Total Drama... On Ice!
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"Campers, are you all ready?" Chris said over the intercom. "Doesn't matter if you're not, because it's time to...
"GO!"
Izzy and Katie were at the bonfire snow fort within seconds. Lindsay and Tyler positioned themselves at the boathouse snow fort. All the other campers bolted out into the snow, ready to pummel their opponents silly.
Chris Maclean was sitting in front of several screens, which monitored the five forts. He looked over at the camera and grinned.
"Before the challenge begins," he said, "I asked some of the campers to say in the confessional can what their strategy is going to be."
(Confession Cam - The seventeen-man raid.)
(Snow Experts)
Lindsay - "Tyrell and I are going to defend the boathouse fort. Maybe when we're alone together, he'll open up to me with some things that have been bothering me. I just haven't had the courage to ask him until now."
Eva - "I am not going to be slowed down by any of those weaklings. I'm taking the forest fort alone."
Heather - "I don't like Ezekiel! I don't, I don't, I don't! Don't any you dare say I do!"
Duncan - "Noah and I will be going after the bonfire fort. At first I thought that unenthusiastic bookworm would slow me down, but taunting Heather brought out a bit of excitement in him."
Bridgette - "Courtney and I will be after the campground fort. It seems rather dangerous, since it's in the middle, but we can handle them!"
Beth - "Heather and I are taking the talent stage thnow fort. I know that thee ith a major pain, but it'th for the good of the team."
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(Winter Wonders)
Ezekiel - "My job is to claim the boathouse fort. I'll be all alone, but I knoo' that I'll be good, eh. Even if it's Eva, Duncan, or Bridgette, I'll be gettin' that fort!"
Gwen - "Trent and I are heading for the stage fort. We are more than certain we can handle who ever is there."
Harold - "Fellow ninja Cody and I are going to attack the campground fort! We're going, if I may allow myself a bit of nerd speak, to NINJA that fort!"
DJ - "Gwen asked me to take the forest fort. She said it would be okay, but I'm a little concerned. I cannot shake this feeling that I'll be walking into something... scary!"
Izzy - "Katie and I will defend the bonfire fort with our lives! Our lives, I tell you! Why? Because...
"THEY'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!!"
(The Campground Fort)
Bridgette and Courtney arrived at the campground fort, and slid into the center of the circular fort.
"So...," Bridgette began, smiling, "how are things with you and Duncan?"
"Fine."
"Aww, c'mon, Courtney," the surfer girl said, elbowing her friend. "Shy? Level with me."
"Our relationship is...," the CIT looked away, her tan face getting a little darker, "well..."
"It's gotta be good, right?" Bridgette giggled. "I mean, you were snuggling him pretty close."
"I was cold!"
The two girls missed a snowball hitting the side of the fort. "Well, it's still really cute," the surfer gal said. "I wish Geoff was here, I could use someone to snuggle up with in this weather."
Courtney hung her head in shame, just in time for a light snowball to fly over her head. She didn't notice it, because what Bridgette said was distracting her a great deal.
"Hmmph," the brunette said, brushing the snow off her gray snowsuit as she began to pack a snowball. "Why don't you ask Ezekiel?"
The blond surfer looked startled, whipping her head around. Her thick ponytail swatted another snowball away from her, but she was oblivious to it.
"Courtney, now that's not nice. Ezekiel's my friend."
"He is so crushing on you, Bridge!"
The CIT threw her hands up in the air, tossing her snowball into the air. By some wild coincidence, it hit another snowball in midair, obliterating both.
"Dang," Harold cursed from the Killer Bass cabin, "that's the fourth snowball they've managed to dodge, and they don't know we're here! Cody, you gonna throw one or not?"
Cody peeped out from behind the Screaming Gophers cabin. "It's hard for me to hit a girl in the face with a snowball after the whole cheerleader thing."
"C'mon!"
Meanwhile, the girls continued their discussion. "Surely you've noticed that Ezekiel likes you," Courtney continued as she packed another snowball. When she saw the look of doubt in the blond girl's face, she cried out, "C'mon, he's so into you!"
"He's still just my friend," Bridgette said, surprised by her friend's comments. "Are you mad at him about our first day here or something?"
"Kind of," the brunette admitted. "I just don't like him, and I think he's with you too much. A little like Cody with Gwen, only not as helpless."
Cody frowned. "Hey, now..."
"I mean, Bridgette, you should let him down gently," Courtney continued. "Just let him know that you are with Geoff. Just like Cody and Gwen, there's no way he's going to-"
She was struck in the face by a snowball. Cody cackled and throw another, hitting her in the shoulder before ducking out of view again. Bridgette managed to duck in time to avoid Harold's snowball, then started packing a snowball of her own.
"Zeke knows Geoff and I are together," the surfer cried. She peeked over the edge, but didn't see either of the boys. "You should really get to know him, he's a nice guy!"
"He can't be if he likes Heather," Courtney replied, giggling as she wiped the snow from her face. She was struck by three snowballs, knocking her down to the snowy floor. "God! Let's kill those boys!"
"Will do," Bridgette shouted as she chucked a frosty projectile at Harold, but he managed to duck out of the way.
(The Stage Fort)
The stage fort was a circular snow fort in front of the performance stage. Beth and Heather had managed to reach their first, and now were settled in. The farm girl was doing her best to keep watch, but Heather was less than enthusiastic about the fort right now.
"Beth," she said as she, as usual, filed her nails, "if you say one thing about Ezekiel, I will make your life on this island as painful, embarrassing, and horrifying as possible! Got it?"
Beth wanted to be brave, but Heather's eyes and voice were too intimidating for the shorter girl. With a slow nod, she tried to focus on looking out. Her focus was snapped when she heard Heather's compact open.
"Your make-up?" Beth cried as he looked over at the queen bee. "Can't you focuth on the challenge?"
"No, I refuse to look bad in this god awful weather," she snapped as she started on her eyebrows. "You may not care, pig girl, but the cameras are always rolling."
Beth bristled at this, but tried to keep her temper. "You do realithe that they could hit you in the face with thnowballs."
"I don't care about 'thnowballs,' because you're the one who'll be taking them while we're here," Heather said as she powdered her face. "And if your face gets bruised, it might improve your looks."
That did it for Beth. "Well, if your stupid face geth bruithed, I gueth that means Ethekiel won't make out with you anymore!"
Heather froze (even more, since it was so cold). She slowly raised her head, the most furious of looks on her face. "How... dare... you!"
"I dare, I dare!"
Heather put away her compact, her furious eyes never leaving Beth. The two girls began to pack up snowballs. Big, hard snowballs with the others' name carved into it. When Gwen and Trent spied in on the stage fort, they saw the two girls wailing on each other with snowballs.
"Do we ever need to try with Heather on the other team?" Gwen asked her boyfriend; she had that sly, sexy smirk on her face that he loved.
"I don't think so," he replied. He winced when the ravenhair took a particularly big snowball to the face. "You know, Beth has a good throwing arm," Trent remarked.
"You go, Beth girl," Gwen whispered in a cheer. "Smack that make-up off Heather's stupid face!"
(The Forest Fort)
DJ arrived at the fort at the clearing in front of the forest. He made himself comfortable in the center of the fort, looking around for any approaching enemies.
A squirrel scampered on the top of the snow fort, chattering like the rodent it was. A white fox brushed against the side, curling up happily. A couple blue birds landed on the side, happy to be part of a friendly community.
The football player smiled and leaned against the side. He was home.
"Hey!"
A blue sneaker stomped down on the snow in front of the fort; the ground managed to shake. Snow fell off the trees, the animals froze in terror, and DJ huddled up in terror.
Eva was standing there, fists clenched, hissing in fury. "What are you doing in this fort, DJ?"
"N-N-Nothing," the big guy whimpered.
"That's right," she growled, then pointed furiously at him. "Now GET OUT!!"
The animals bolted in terror, the rest of the snow fell off the trees, and the gentle giant scurried into the forest with the animals.
Eva grinned, then settled down in the fort. She juggled a snowball in one hand, chuckling to herself. "Didn't even have to throw one."
DJ was hiding under a bush, whimpering and shaking. He kept cursing himself for his cowardice, pounding the snowy ground in sad frustration.
A white rabbit hopped over to him, staring at him with big, innocent eyes. It stood up on its hind legs, and thumped its chest with one of its forepaws.
"Be... brave?" DJ whimpered to the rabbit. "But I can't. She's so mean and tough and big!" The rabbit let out a sad chatter.
Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, without warning, unexpected, abruptly... a hawk swooped down at the rabbit, talons outstretched!
The white rabbit performed a spinning jump kick, knocking the bird out of flight. Then, with a follow-up pounce, the rabbit knocked the bird away. With a pained squawk, the bird of prey flew off.
DJ stared as the rabbit struck a kung-fu pose, then exhaled. When it turned to the football player, there was a moment of silence.
"Yeah...," DJ began to say. "Yeah! We all have to stand up against the big bad predators of the world, or we'll be eaten! I won't let Eva eat me!"
Eva, who was still relaxing in the fort, heard some heavy footfalls behind her. She looked around to see DJ holding a boulder of snow over his head, a determined grin on his head.
"Oh...," Eva began, "son of a b-"
She was covered by snow with a huge, snowy 'thump.'
(The Bonfire Base)
Katie was all alone at the Bonfire Base when the first snowballs were thrown. She huddled up in the inside as the projectiles doofed on the side.
"Alright, Katie," Duncan called out to her. "You might want to surrender! We know you're the only one here, and we'll pummel you black 'n blue unless you let us our base."
"Oh?" the BFFF called back. "What makes you think I'm alone?"
Noah and Duncan, hiding behind a boulder, exchanged confused looks. A twig snapped behind him, and they turned around slowly.
Izzy stood there, her jacket shredded like if she had been attacked by a wild creature. Her hair was tousled, she had mud and war paint smeared on her face, had what looked like a dead wolverine draped over her shoulders, and was holding three snowballs in each hand.
Her grin almost covered her face. "Hello, boy-yos," she growled, never losing her grin.
(Confession Cam - Wolverine the animal, not the mutant.)
Izzy - "For the record, it wasn't a real, dead wolverine. It was a fake, dead wolverine. I'm not sure how they killed a fake wolverine, but my family is so talented! I am so lucky to inherit their creative genes!"
(The Campground Fort)
Bridgette and Courtney continued to hold off Harold and Cody, though the two girls were covered in much more snow than the boys.
"C'mon, Courtney, get the snow out," the surfer girl shouted as she tossed another frosty projectile at Cody. "Hit 'em, smack 'em!"
"I'm trying," the CIT shouted.
Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, without warning, unexpected, abruptly... two people leapt into the campground fort. The two girls screamed and pelted the invaders with snow.
"Stop that, princess, it's me!"
"Duncan?"
The mohawked punk nodded, wiping off the snow on his clothes. "Boy, you girls are mean when ambushed."
Bridgette grabbed Noah, who was dazed and groaning, by the shoulders and shook him slightly. "What happened to you two? You were supposed to get the bonfire fort! Noah, what's wrong with you? And... and Duncan...
"Where are your pants?"
The punk looked down at his bare legs, while the surfer girl tried hard not to laugh at his skull 'n crossbone polka-dotted boxers. Duncan growled angrily and let out a long sigh. "I knew Izzy was crazy, but I didn't think she'd take my pants."
"With the way you wear them, I'm surprised they didn't fall off earlier," Noah muttered.
Courtney was about to blow a gasket. "Duncan, go put your pants back on!"
Harold and Cody heard this while hiding behind the cafeteria building; they exchanged incredulous looks. "What are they doing over there?" Cody whispered to his teammate.
"Sorry, princess, but I don't know where they are," Duncan said with a shrug. He leaned back and grinned smugly. "Want to warm up my legs? It's cold out here without anything on my legs."
"Duncan, get your hormones in check," Courtney shouted.
A snowball whizzed over her head. She shrieked and grabbed hold of Duncan's snowsuit, clinging to him. Another one hit the side of the fort, just over her head. She whimpered as she clung to him.
After some scared panting, Courtney wrapped her arms around Duncan and started kissing him.
(Confession Cam - Whoa.)
Courtney - "Okay, I have to admit. Danger is really hot. \sighs\ I wish I had more control over myself."
Noah and Bridgette exchanged glances as Duncan and Courtney made out in the snow fort. "You're taken, right?" the egghead asked the surfer. She gave him an odd look, and nodded; he raised his hands in defense and said, "Just trying to tell a joke now, don't be offended."
A snowball hit him in the back of the head. He rubbed the spot where it hit and scowled. "What are we dealing with, Bridgette?"
"Harold and Cody have been playing ninja with us," the surfer said as she gathered up some snow. "We've been okay in holding them off so far, but with you two, we could drive them away."
"You've still only got two," Noah remarked, jerking his thumb at the smooching couple.
"I guess you're right," Bridgette remarked as she looked over at them. While she continued to scowl in determination and create a surplus of snowballs, she couldn't help but think, "Oh man... do I miss Geoff."
(The Boathouse Fort)
Ezekiel had climbed up in the trees nearby the boathouse. Using agility and skill that he was pretty sure was all luck, he managed to head from tree to tree until he was near that clearing in front of the boathouse.
He knocked snow out of the trees with every jump, but he was fairly silent altogether. When he could see Tyler and Lindsay, he began to gather up snow on the branches for snowballs.
"This is perfect, eh," he thought to himself. "I'll just build up a stockade of snoo'balls in this tree, then I'll let loose on them! I'll aim for Tyler, because Lindsay won't take much to scare."
After gathering enough snowballs, he twiddled his fingers eagerly. The two weren't looking up at him, so he was certain they know he was there. "Better wait until they're distracted," he thought. "Soo'ry, Tyler bud'day, but I gotta win this."
"Tobiah," Lindsay was saying, "I have to ask you something."
The athlete shrugged, still holding his shivering girlfriend. "Go ahead, babe."
"How... how come you don't wear your sports jersey anymore?" she asked. "Did you lose it in the dryer? I've lost a few socks that way."
Tyler looked nervous by this question. He rubbed his lips in thought, then let out a long sigh; a frosty cloud appeared before his mouth, which Lindsay waved away.
"Well, it's not a happy story," he admitted. "I mean, I still got one of those red jerseys in my bags, but I didn't want to wear it while I was here."
"Huh?" Lindsay had on a look of confusion, which as common for her but justifiable now. "Why? Is it out of style?"
The jock looked more nervous now. "Lindsay... do you live with both your parents?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do... any of your friends have divorced parents?"
"Um," the blond tapped her forehead, doing what was sometimes very difficult for her to do: think. "Uh... oh yeah! My friend Delta... her parents are divorced. Why?"
"My parents are divorced," Tyler said. He was tracing the line of his sweatband intrepidly. "I've lived with my dad for most of my life, and never saw my mom ever since the divorce.
"Until after Total Drama Island."
"She came back?" Lindsay said, smiling and clapping. She stopped when she saw Tyler wasn't smiling either. "Um, isn't that good? Didn't you want to see your mom?"
"It wasn't a happy reunion."
Ezekiel knew he should attack now for tactical reasons, and he knew he shouldn't listen in for moral reasons; he couldn't do either.
"Mom came to our house shortly after I got back from TDI. She was furious, absolutely screaming mad at my father. She kept," he threw his hands up as if to cry out for help, "yelling about how my dad was helping my throw my life away with sports.
"She was saying how horrible it was to see me humiliate myself on national TV. How she couldn't believe my dad led me to believe I was good at sports when I was wiping out when water skiing, getting pounded in dodge ball, tying myself up with my yo-yo... or..."
He stopped listing, breathing hard. Lindsay had her hands scrunched up over her heart. Ezekiel was trying not to breathe too hard.
"She was shouting about how she didn't want him to raise me like that anymore, that she wouldn't let me embarrass myself anymore," he slung a fistful of snow over the side of the fort. "She was even yelling at me, saying I couldn't deny it any more that... I was terrible at sports, that I should give up before I made a complete fool of myself, if I hadn't already."
Lindsay gasped. Ezekiel's jaw dropped. That was a low blow, in both their eyes.
"Yeah, she tried to rip it out of me, she went to my room and started tearing it apart. I was... I couldn't bring myself to stop her, but my dad was trying. It was this terrible experience, seeing them fight so hard over me.
"I wanted them to stop so much, but the fighting continued. When she wasn't shouting at him, she was shouting at me and she didn't stop at my home. She called my school, she told them not to let me in on any of the sports teams: football, swimming, hockey, basketball..."
He hissed in air, covering his face with his hand. Ezekiel couldn't see it, but Lindsay could: that tear coming down from his misty eyes. It froze over, and it stayed there on his cheek.
"I had been waiting for my mom to come back for about twelve years, and opened up all the wounds I had. If it wasn't about sports, she was shouting at me about my 'stupid' fear of chickens, that I lost TDI when the contest had barely started... and... about you and..."
"What about me?" Lindsay asked, her voice light.
"She was saying some things that I didn't believe... that you wouldn't remember me at all after the contest. I kept trying to call you so you could talk to her, so I could prove her wrong... but..."
He stopped suddenly, and she managed to complete his sentence. "I... I was busy. I was doing a lot of stuff after TDI, like interviews and stuff. I'm... I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, because I stopped trying. I was... in this stupid funk from then until this season. My mom wouldn't leave my dad and I alone, and school was a nightmare too. People... no, you can probably guess."
Lindsay didn't know. She was always popular, and she was so nice and ignorant that she didn't see the unpopular kids suffer. The blond beauty shook her head, ashamed of her ignorance.
It was quiet for a few seconds. Lindsay was the first to speak up. "You know, Tyler... it's not really my place to say... but your mom... she kind of reminds me of Heather."
"Say wha'?" Tyler asked, looking perplexed by this comment.
"Well I mean, she's not part of your life for years, and years is a very, very, very, very long time," Lindsay exclaimed. "She didn't show up until now, and when she shows up, she's bossing you around and telling you what to do.
"That... doesn't seem like something a mother should do. If she was really concerned about you, she would have tried to help you. Instead, she was demanding, like if you were something she had to come straighten out."
The blond beauty put her hands on his shoulders tenderly. "You shouldn't be ashamed of who you are. I mean, everyone has edges to trim, that's true. I mean, I hate my elbows, and when I try to write poetry, it takes me forever to find words to rhyme.
"But if your mom really cared about you, she would have tried to actually help than control your life. It sounds like how Heather wanted me to be her friend: something to use, something to control, and something that wouldn't do something she didn't like.
"You know how she didn't want me seeing you?"
"I still have a memory scar from when she hit my with the canoe."
"Well, it didn't stop me, did it?" Lindsay said. She raised her finger and brushed away the frozen tear from his cheek. "Your mom shouldn't be telling you what to do if she's not part of your life."
Tyler smiled, adjusting his headband nervously. "I... never thought of it that way."
Lindsay grinned, batting her eyes. "You big silly... Tyler!"
They leaned in to kiss.
"THEY'RE COMING," Beth shouted, running in from the trees. She and Heather were almost coated in snow, and looking quite scared. Gwen was behind them, throwing snowballs.
Tyler and Lindsay panicked, hiding behind the fort walls. Heather and Beth leapt in, knocking the couple apart.
"They came outta nowhere," Beth was wailing. "And Gwen doethn't stop throwing thnowballs! She'th like a machine!"
"How bad could she be?" Tyler asked; he was struck on top of the head with a heavy snowball.
Ezekiel from the trees let out a cheer, then lost his balance and fell out of the tree, next to Gwen. "Hey, Zeke," she shouted as she chucked more icy projectiles. "What were you doing up there?"
"Tactical position, eh," he said, dazed and confused. He wobbled to get up on his feet. "What happened to the base you were supposed to be taking?"
"Trent's there, I took up the pursuit," she cackled. "It's so easy to fight the enemy when they're fighting each other!"
"Beth and Heather were fighting? What aboo't, eh?"
"What else? You, lover boy!"
Ezekiel flushed, then was cooled down immediately as he was struck in the face by a snowball.
"Cover me, cover me," Tyler shouted as he left the base. "I gotta get something!"
"Get back here, you dickweed," Heather yelled at him, standing up to shake her fist at the retreating jock.
"Don't call Tyler names!"
Lindsay grabbed Heather by her hair and yanked her down. Gwen and Ezekiel just watched as Beth and Lindsay started pounding Heather with snow.
"This is almost too easy," Gwen said as she leaned against a tree to watch the fighting. She and Ezekiel exchanged glances, then 'toasted' with their snowballs.
(Confession Cam - This really isn't Heather's day, now is it?)
Heather - \an absolute mess\ - "I've had it, I've had it with that stupid blond and that lisping pig girl and that loser jock! I am gonna vote them all off if it kills me!"
(The Campground Fort)
Bridgette and Noah were in a panic as Harold and Cody's assault, and not relenting in the least. Duncan and Courtney were still making out, and the two actually throwing snowballs were a little distracted by the two swapping spit.
"Will you two stop making out?" Noah shouted for the umpteenth time. "My God, I never thought I'd ask someone that in my life."
Cody was standing in front of the Killer Bass's cabin, right in front of the boy's side. This was a mistake because the door swung open, knocking the skinny geek off of the porch.
It was Tyler, and he was wearing his red jersey clothes that he had worn for the first season (cue the fanfare).
"Oh wow, look at that," Bridgette shouted, pointing at the jock. "He's back! Tyler's back!"
The brunette jock juggled a snowball in his hand, and he hurled it with incredible speed and accuracy. It hit Noah square in the face.
"No no no, Tyler," the blond surfer shouted. "Noah's on our side!"
"Whoops. Sorry!"
The jock leapt over the side, scooped up snow, and pursued Cody with snowball after snowball. Bridgette and Noah concentrated on Harold.
"Attention, campers," Chris's cocky voice filled the air. "The Winter Wonders have conquered all the bases except for the Campground Fort! Better get some bases back, Snow Experts!"
Noah's eye twitched. "Alright, no more Mr. Nice Egghead!" He grabbed Courtney from behind and yanked her away from Duncan, causing a loud slurping sound. "Pardon me, CIT and P.U.N.K, but this is our last base! So get off your hormones and get-"
Several snowballs hit him in the back of the head. With a woozy moan, he hit the snowy floor. Gwen and Cody high-fived before continuing their assault.
Bridgette was now ducking inside the fort, hoping this would all be over soon. Duncan and Courtney also panicked, huddling up to each other.
"Do the mortals fear death?"
Izzy's redheaded top peered over the top, grinning maniacally. The fake, dead wolverine fell down on the dazed Noah's lap as she stood on top. "Izzy comes to claim your souls! BLARGH!"
Bridgette was thrown up in the air and out of the fort. She landed in the snow, dazed and amazed. Courtney was next out of the fort, then Duncan ran out shouting with Izzy clinging to his shirt, demanding it. Cody quickly took this opportunity to race over to the fort and leapt in it.
"And that's the game," Chris's voice came over the intercom again, shaking the snow from the trees and rooftops. "With Katie, DJ, Trent, Zeke, and Cody in the five forts, the Winter Wonders take it all!"
Cheer echoed all around the island from the winning team.
Chris eyed the campers, his grin as wide as ever. "You all look like you got caught in a snow avalanche, guys! But the losing team... woohoo! Way to take some damage for the ratings! We appreciate you lots!"
The Snow Experts did look worse for wear. Lindsay, Beth, and Eva were covered in snow; Heather and Noah was bruised and dazed; Courtney and Bridgette looked unsteady; and Duncan was still missing his pants.
"Gotta say, the only one of you who looks good is Tyler who," the host shouted as he slung his arm around the jock, "is back in his red threads! It's great to have our jock back, bra!"
Tyler, as well as his friends, let out a wild cheer. Heather, frustrated beyond belief, smacked him in the back of the head. "We lost, stop cheering!"
"Now for your follow-up challenge," Chris said, pacing in front of the seventeen campers. "We like to call it Snow More Sculptures! You all are going to making works of art with snow!
"But there is a little twist! The winners are going to be judged by generous, easy to please me! The losing team..."
The handsome host's grin got very wide. "Will be judged by Chef Hatchet!"
Chef, still in his pink snowsuit, grinned as the losing team gasped in horror. They all knew how hard someone like Chef was to please, not to mention how full of hate and spite and an anti-camper attitude.
"Before you all start your sculptures, we invite you all into the warm cafeteria. Cold water for the losers to drink, while the winners get some hot cocoa and Christmas cookies!"
He turned to the camera as the campers shuffled in. "Yes, I said 'Christmas'! This show ain't PC, baby!"
"Any idea what you're going to make, princess?" Duncan asked the tan-skinned CIT.
"No, not really. How do you impress someone like Chef?" Courtney let out a long sigh. "We really screwed up today."
"Was fun, though," the punk replied, grinning.
"Hormone bags, both of you," Noah grumbled as he sipped his water. He was standing in front of the keg of cold water, enjoying it more than the others.
"Seriously," he continued, "did the Killer Bass have to turn a hose on you two?"
Courtney glared at him while Duncan's grin got wider. Some of the other Snow Experts, like Bridgette and Tyler, chuckled at this.
"I don't know about you guys," Eva said, "but I think appealing to the judge would be best. Try to relate to him."
"Maybe he's a real softy deep down," Lindsay said, holding onto Tyler happily. "Chef Ratchet may just act mean to cover up a big, loving heart."
Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, without warning, unexpected, abruptly... the whole cafeteria shook.
Many peoples' drinks ended up in their laps. Chef poked his head out from the kitchen and said, "Cockroach. Used the fridge to crush it."
(Confession Cam - That's one way to do it.)
Noah - "That's one hell of a giant heart he must be hiding if Lindsay is right."
Tyler - \lets out a long, happy sigh\ "I am just so happy now, I could get voted off and still consider it a good day."
Lindsay - "It is so great that Tyler is back in his jersey! It's like he's back to normal! And no more Hawaiian shirts! \she squeals in joy\
The Winter Wonders team, though just as startled by the building shaking, were still laughing and chattering. Katie and Izzy were jabbering the fastest out of the teammates complimenting each other.
"I especially liked how you managed to defeat Eva, DJ," Trent said, slapping the big guy on the back.
"I was pretty sure I was going to be dead," the football player said as he stroked Bunny's fur. "But hey, we all have to face predators some day."
Most of his teammates didn't get this, but Izzy was nodding and smiling wistfully.
"Impressing the girl back home, eh?" Ezekiel spoke up, cocking an eyebrow.
"I hope Leshawna was watching," Harold said, happily chewing on a cookie.
"Shame some of us had to take on the people we were dating," Gwen said, grinning that wicked goth grin.
This confused most of the team again, so Gwen had to explain. "Haven't you all forgotten? Heather was on the other team, and Zeke had to fight her."
The ravenhair at the other side heard this, and her eye twitch; her last nerve had been frayed. With strength even she wasn't aware of, she grabbed the keg at her table, yanked the lid off, and poured all the chilly water on Ezekiel.
There was silence. Heather dropped the empty keg on the floor and shouted, "For the last time! I! Don't! Like him!!"
Ezekiel, shivering and soaked, snapped as well. Slamming his fists on the table, he shouted, "That's it, eh! Someone's gotta be the ay-dult around here, and I ain't waiting for someone else to do it!"
He stood up, grabbed Heather by the jacket, and pulled her towards the kitchen. The ravenhair was slapping, screaming, and clawing, but the prairie boy didn't relent. Chef was quick to exit out the back door as the two entered.
(Confession Cam - No one gets dragged in here.)
Tyler - \astonished\ "I don't know about the others, but all I could think was 'he's going to kill her'!"
DJ - \incredulous\ "He's going to kill her!"
Duncan - \startled\ "He's going to kill her!"
Harold - \surprised\ "He's going to kill her!"
Lindsay - \dumbfounded\ "Esteban's going to kill her!"
Gwen - \thunderstruck\ "He's going to kill her, and not let me to!"
Katie - \flabbergasted\ "OhmiGodhe'sgoingtokillher!"
Beth - \astounded\ "He'th going to kill her!"
Noah - \matter-o-factly\ "He's going to kill her."
All nine of them - "... YAY!!"
Ezekiel shoved Heather against the wall, glaring at her pointblank in the eye. Water streamed down from his hair and toque, and though he was shivering hard, his grip was tight on her snowsuit.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Heather whimpered.
"I'm considering it, eh," he hissed, his voice low. "But I'm going to ask a favor of you."
"W-What?"
"I ask you to stop acting like this, this stupid behavior that you have to proo'v what people say isn't troo, eh! Just because they're saying it don't make it fact."
Heather stared at her, one of the most incredulous looks ever on her face. "What planet did you grow up on?" she asked. "Don't you know how it is among people?"
"No, remember? I'm home schooled, eh," he replied. "I know that makes me ignorant in a lot of areas of 'teenspeak' and what's cool, but I do know this:
"You let people annoy you if you let them, eh. So long as you continue to let them knoo' it annoys you, they're gonna keep it up, eh!"
"I am not...," the queen bee retorted, "going to let them think that there is something going on between you and me! The thought makes me nauseous."
"So you don't like me, eh?"
"No!"
"Then it shouldn't annoy you when they say that, 'cuz it's not troo. Just because they're saying it doesn't make it fact."
Heather stared at him as if he was bonkers. Where she came from, if people were saying it was true, that must mean it were true.
"Okay look, I knoo' you hate me, eh. Gwen knoo's you hate me, everyone knoo's it! So here's a tip: you stop acting like Courtney when she was trying to deny she liked Duncan, and people won't stop insinuating you like me!"
Heather continued to stare, blinking a whole lot. She wondered who this boy in front of her, holding her by the jacket was.
"Oh, and you wear too much make-up, eh," he added, wiggling his finger in front of false eyelashes. "Some of you girls are silly like that, you knoo'. It's freezing oot', we're in the middle of snoo'ball, and you're made up to win Are You Hot or Not?, eh."
The Asian-Canadian continued to stare at the prairie guy before finally speaking again. "Why are you telling me this, you... you... boy?"
"Mainly because the next time someone teases you about this, I doo'nt want you to proo'v how much you doo'nt like me, eh. Deal?"
The queen bee continued to stare, and only then realized she, the queen bee, was being intimidated by a boy, one that was a few inches shorter than her even. Despite it all, she let out a long sigh. "Deal, home school. Now will you please let go of my jacket?"
"Alright then. Soo'ry aboo't that, eh."
"Yeah, yeah, no 'proo'blem'," she retorted as she brushed off her jacket. When she looked behind Ezekiel, her eyes widened.
The prairie boy looked around too, and saw that all seventeen campers, Owen, Chris, Chef, and Bunny were watching from the doorway and the service window.
"You didn't kill her," Eva shouted, throwing her fists up in indignation. "What a gyp!!"
"Okay campers, break it up, break it up," Chris called out, clapping his hands. The campers headed back to the tables except for Tyler, who was glaring at him because the host had been pushing him to get a better view.
"Nice job, dude," the jock said as he slapped the prairie boy's shoulder.
"Thanks, eh," he replied, a little flushed in the face. "And by the way, it's great to see you back in your sports clothes."
"I got the urge back, man. Though of course," the brunette athlete raised an eyebrow, "you know why."
Ezekiel swallowed nervously and tapped his fingers together. "Um... aboo't that... I didn't mean to-"
"It's all good, man, I knew you were up there before I started talking," Tyler said, chuckling. "You opened up to me, I felt I should open up to you."
He slapped Ezekiel on the back once more before heading back to his table. Lindsay, who missed him during those few seconds of departure, hugged her boyfriend. As she kissed his cheek, the jock gave his friend a thumbs-up.
The prairie boy smiled back, then sat down at his table. He suddenly realized how freaking cold he was, and began shaking and chattering. DJ helped him over to the fireplace to cool off.
Heather glared at her teammates, daring them to say anything. They didn't, but Tyler and Bridgette gave Ezekiel a few proud, side glances.
(Confession Cam - The last message before the last message.)
Eva - \grunts angrily\ "He didn't kill her. I was so hoping he was gonna kill her! How could he let us all down like that? Show of hands at home, people: who didn't want him to kill her?"
As the campers relaxed at their tables, talking about what they were going to do for the follow-up challenge, Chris approached the cabin.
"Well, people," he said to the viewers at home, "we leave you with the following questions:
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"Should Ezekiel have killed Heather? Isn't that still illegal?
"What do you think the campers are going to make out of snow? Explain.
"Who is going to pass the immunity challenge by Chef Hatchet, and who is going to be voted off tonight, walking the Dock of Shame, and is not coming back EVER:
Tyler, Lindsay, Noah, Duncan, Courtney, Bridgette, Beth, Heather, or Eva?"
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Part 3 coming soon, with drama and love for all!
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You know, writing for so many different characters is hard! I am sorry to say it, but reducing the amount of characters who are all in the same place is a great thing for me. Yikies.