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To Everybody - Just in case you don't know, the first episode of Total Drama Action is available Teletoon's website, as well as a couple clips from upcoming episodes. TDA is just as amusing and fun as TDI, and it holds a lot of promise (the introduction rocks).
My money's on Harold. Who are you betting on to win TDA?
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
Chapter 40 (Day 14, Part 2) - The Violent Hold
"And then Izzy said, 'Well, he didn't say anything about dirt being outside the cell'," Bridgette wailed, pounding her cuffed fists on the table, "and then I said, like a total buffoon, 'I see your point, they cannot prove it was us who threw it out there'."
"How'd you get caught then?" Gwen asked her friend.
"I was so stupid," the surfer girl cried out, burying her face in her arms as she slumped on the table. "I threw the dirt directly out of my cell, and Chef Hatchet-"
"That's Patrol Officer Chef," the large man barked as he walked by.
"... Patrol Officer Chef pointed out that since the dirt had obviously been thrown from my cell, I was out."
The goth girl rubbed the surfer's back in comfort as the blond shook her head in shame. Heather was filing her nails as she listened.
"You deserve it for listening to that psycho hose-beast," the queen bee commented. "I mean, only a total fool would follow her sug-"
"That's contraband," Patrol Officer Chef interrupted, grabbing Heather's nail file. He stormed off, grumbling about how unruly the prisoners were.
"I hate that man so much," the ravenhair remarked.
Bridgette and Gwen looked at her, then at each other, then grinned wickedly. "So, Bridgette," the goth girl said, "tell me about what you and Geoff did during that romantic cruise when I didn't see you!"
Heather slammed her forehead against the table, covering her ears as hard as she could as Bridgette and Gwen began gabbing about their romantic trip. Geoff, next to the sleeping Ezekiel, kept adding little details.
"She had the hottest bikini I've ever seen on," Geoff said as the surfer girl blushed. "And I wore this little bathing suit... felt like I was naked!"
"NAKED?" Ezekiel declared, very awake suddenly. "What a'boot naked, eh? Who was naked?"
The campers had a laugh at his expense. Chris was also chuckling as he approached the chain gang with an handful of envelopes.
"Mail from home, boys and girls," he said. "Something for... DJ, Bridgette, Gwen, Tyler, Leshawna... and Zeke!"
The campers took their letters and began to open them as the five campers still in the challenge were brought into the lounge once again. Cody had his hands behind his back, and his fingernails had a very large amount of dirt under them. Beth, Harold, and Noah were out of breath, and Izzy was eyeing some of the campers in the chain gang.
Leshawna opened her letter and began to read it. "Aww, it's from my friend Jasmine," she told her friends. "She says hi, hope you're being treated well..."
A small photo fell out of the envelope, and the large sister sighed. "... And she wants me to get this picture of her signed by Chris Maclean."
DJ was grinning as he read his letter. A tear of joy rolled down his cheek. "It's from my mother and my girlfriend at home," he told Duncan, who looked at the gentle giant oddly when he saw the tear. "They miss me, and... boohoohoo!"
He clutched the letter to his heart, and sobbed loudly, startling everyone. "Boy, the man has powerful tears," Sadie said to Katie, who nodded a great deal.
Tyler nodded, tears in his eyes too. Lindsay noticed this and nudged her boyfriend. "It's from my dad," he said. "He's just telling me how proud he is of me... I miss him a lot right now."
Noah raised an eyebrow when the jock wiped away a tear.
(Confession Cam - Raising an eyebrow back.)
Noah - "It's weird seeing a guy cry when missing his family. Coming from a family of nine, it's nice to be away from them. Still... it's more crowded here!" \He sighs and rolls his eyes.\
Beth - "I mith my parentsth too! I hope that I make them proud!"
Cody - "I miss my parents. They were the only support I had after Total Drama Island, though mom had a few too many ideas on how to hook me up to 'cure my depression'." \He nervously chuckles.\
Izzy - "I'll be checking Bridgette and Gwen, and if there are no jellybeans on them... Harold must be it!"
Gwen chuckled as she read her letter. "Heh, my brother is giving me a little cheer in this letter," she told Bridgette.
"You have siblings?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes. "God forbid there are more freaky goth people like you. Do you all live next to the cemetery, or the morgue?"
Gwen managed to ignore this, talking directly to Bridgette. "He's a great guy. Did I ever tell you about the time we got a squirrel stuck in the house? Well... Bridge?"
Bridgette was studying her letter with wide eyes, looking more and more astonished as she she read on. "Bridgette?" Gwen called out to her. "Are you listening? Bridge!"
"Huh? Oh sorry," the surfer girl apologized as she looked up from her letter. She had a big smile on her face. "My mother is telling me about this guy she's started dating!"
The goth girl smiled. "That's cool. She say anything about him?"
"Just that he's a successful accountant, what a gentleman he is, and how she feels so happy with him," Bridgette said, reading from the letter. She sighed happily. "I really hope it's serious. I'd love to see my mother happy again; she hasn't been the same since my father died."
Gwen patted her friend's shoulder. "Sounds like she's happy. At least you two have happy memories about him. Not so lucky around my house."
The goth girl glanced over at Heather, who had turned away from her to chew out poor Ezekiel. Gwen wanted to continue talking to her friend, but Izzy began picking at her hair and clothing. "Izzy, get lost!"
"I'm in jail, you goof," the redhead retorted. "I already lost my freedom!"
As the crazy girl continued to inspect Gwen, the goth managed to get back to the conversation with her friend. "My dad ran off with a waitress, leaving my mom, my brother and I alone. It's been rough for her, but she's tough, despite being a little scatterbrained."
Bridgette smiled. "I guess we can all hope for a second chance at love," she said, then swatted at Izzy who was picking at the blond's hair now. "I... ow, Izzy, stop it! I hope that things go well with my mom and this new man! Who knows? Maybe I'll have a stepfather soon!"
"AHA!" Izzy shouted, startling everyone badly. "Gwen, Bridgette, you're both clean! That can only mean one thing!"
Geoff scratched his head. "Um, that Patrol Officer Chef was wrong when he said there was dirt on them?"
"It means that Harold is GUILTY," Izzy roared. She climbed on the table, observing out the lounge. When she saw a confused Harold sitting nearby, she leapt at him with a catlike hiss. The nerd screamed in terror as the crazy girl pounced him, knocking him to the ground and groping him frantically.
"Ow! Get off, Izzy! Off!"
"Where are the jellybeans, you scoundrel? You smuggler, you two-faced, wretched... AHA!"
She reached into Harold's pocket, and her hands came in contact with pellets. "I knew it, I knew it all along, that you had..."
Izzy pulled them out dramatically, with all the gusto of a sitcom's climax. "... The illegal, smuggled... dirt?!"
The redhead let the dirt clods crumble in her hands, and gaped. "But... but..."
"Ahem."
Patrol Officer was standing over the two of them, eyeing the dirt closely. He looked at Harold, then at Izzy, then he grinned wickedly.
(Confession Cam - Busted!)
Noah - \chuckling\ "Well, look who just got owned. Own-inated. Fatali-t'owned. Case cl'owned."
Izzy - "I don't get it! I inspected all of the contestants, Chris Maclean, Chef Hatchet, the bear's cave, the surviving interns... who's the jellybean smuggler?!"
Harold growled at Izzy as Patrol Officer Chef chained the crazy girl to him. "Idiot," he grumbled as he slumped on the table.
"You were my last suspect," Izzy explained as she began her first of attempts to pick the lock of her handcuffs. "Be glad, you have been proven innocent."
"For what? Gosh," he cried out in frustration, pounding the table. Bridgette patted his shoulder in a small bit of comfort, then glared at Izzy.
"Hey, if he had been the jellybean smuggler, you all would have thanked me for catching him," Izzy declared.
"I had twenty bucks on you, Izzy," Tyler shouted. "I really thought you would win this challenge!"
"I had twenty-five on Harold," Leshawna grumbled.
Ezekiel chuckled, then finally opened his letter as he watched the remaining three jailbirds being pushed back to the jail cells by a grinning Patrol Officer Chef. "Good luck in there, guys and gal!"
Beth waved, Cody grinned, and Noah shrugged. Heather scoffed after they were out of sight. "So the remaining contestants are three of the physically weakest campers? This must be anti-climatic for the viewers."
As Leshawna and Gwen started hurling insults at Heather, Harold's imagination started to get the best of him.
"No prison can hold a mighty sorcerer like me," Noah bellowed, lightning shooting from his fingertips and blasting the sides of the cell. "Not even your Azkalazam-Bam prison!"
"You think your puny magic is going to save you?" Cody roared, his metal backpack opening to reveal two large clamps. The metal grips slammed against the mithril-enchanted bars, and he growled. "My techno skills and instruments will have me out of here in no time!"
"You two boysth are, tho thorry to thay, doomed," Beth said. She dusted off her leather armor, straightened out the vibrant plume in her hair, and shrugged. "It's only a matter of time before my animal friendsth come to thave me. I don't think I'll risk freeing you dangerous criminals!"
Patrol Officer Chef kicked the door into the cell block, ripping it off the hinges and bending it in the center with his foot. "You maggots been making noise again?! You want to see what is usually the last thing a prisoner here sees?!"
He held up a large submachine gun, grinning wickedly. Then the gun vanished into thin air, and a large squirt gun appeared in his hands. "Damn censorship," he grumbled.
"It was not pathetic censorship that took your precious gun from you, but me!"
Patrol Officer Chef turned around to see Harold there, wearing a black and red garb. With one swift kick to the chin, the large cook was knocked out.
"I came here to recruit new allies in my war against the evil Mistress Izzy, who wrongfully framed me for crimes against the Law of Maclean. I only need one of you."
"I have the intelligence and magic to bring ruination to armies," Noah declared, frostfire swirling around his fists.
"I have mechanical creations, not to mention more techno-skills," Cody said, pumping his fists and his metal claw-hands too.
"I have animal friends," Beth said cheerfully, "and one of them ith on top of your head right now."
Harold looked up, and plucked a cute, little ferret off his head. "Tempting, tempting, and tempting. I think I shall choose via way of... Mortal Brawl!"
"Smack, bam, pow," Harold whispered, using his hands to mime out ninja moves. "You're next, Izzy!"
"You say something?" Izzy asked as she continued to try and unlock her handcuffs.
Ezekiel was looking at what was in the envelope, thoroughly confused. It wasn't a letter; it was a photo, and he wasn't sure it was someone he knew.
"What on earth is this, eh?" he asked himself.
Heather was scooting away from Gwen, as the goth girl was starting at growl in fury at her. The queen bee bumped into Ezekiel, then glared at him.
"Will you scoot away from me?" she shouted. "I don't need you anywhere near me!"
Ezekiel looked over at Geoff and whispered, "Are all girls this angry?" Geoff tapped his chin. With Bridgette sitting about four seats from him, he should choose his words carefully, lest he suffer a severe boyfriend point reduction.
"Yes," he said.
"Oh good, at first I thought it was me, eh."
"What are you mumbling about?" Heather snapped at Ezekiel. She jabbed him in the chest with her finger, then pointed at the little photo he was still holding. "And what is this? Photo from home, prairie boy?"
She bent the photo towards her, and her eyes practically bulged out of her sockets. The queen bee let out a horrible shriek that caused everyone in the chain gang to scream, and the three contestants in their cells were badly startled. Cody, who was underground in his tunnel, didn't have much time to react before his dirt ceiling caved in on him.
"Give it to me," Heather was shrieking at the top of her lungs, scratching and groping at Ezekiel. The frightened prairie boy tried to get away from her, but his shackled feet left him to topple on the ground. Heather's cuffed hands were scratching, clawing, and grabbing at him as she continued to scream.
(Confession Cam - Think she knows who that photo is of?)
Eva - "Okay, I've heard people who've been scared for their lives who didn't scream as frantically as that girl was. ... And no, it wasn't because of me they were screaming, don't judge me!"
Katie & Sadie - "Scaaaaaaaaaaaryyyyyyyyyy."
Geoff - "... Yeah, girls can be pretty mean. Luckily, Bridgette's not the mean kind. 'Cept if you take the last slice of cake, she really hates that."
Ezekiel was scratched, bloody, and scared out of his wits as he lay panting on the ground. His toque had been knocked away, and Heather had a firm grasp with both hands on his hair.
"Where is it?" she shrieked again. "Give it to me, NOW!"
Gwen and Geoff were trying to get her Ezekiel, but when you're handcuffed, chained to the feet of someone else, and the offender has a tight grip on the victim's hair, there is quite little you can do. Bridgette stood nearby, worried but hoping this would finally show Ezekiel what she had been trying to say all this time.
"I... doo'nt have it, eh," Ezekiel whimpered.
"Don't lie to me, you cannot have lost it!"
"Well, the way you were thrashing around," Izzy commented, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "I cannot see how Zeke survived that assault, much less that little... thing he had."
"What was that thing, anyway?" Geoff asked. "Heather, you were acting like a rabid animal, and Zeke was a chunk of meat."
"It... it was nothing," Heather said, slowly releasing Ezekiel's hair.
"Um," Owen stammered, "I'm not the smartest guy, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't react like that unless it was something."
"It was nothing, do you hear me?!" Heather roared.
The attention from her was shifted to the door that led to the cell block, which Patrol Officer Chef had just kicked open. He was holding up a dirt-covered Cody, who was angrily crossing his arms.
"I would've made it if one of you didn't blow an air horn just a minute ago," the tech-geek shouted. "What was that, anyway? Did someone step on a cat's tail?"
"I think we're supposed to say it was nothing," Owen said, nervously looking at Heather, then at Justin. "Errrr, right?"
"That would be safest to our health," Justin agreed, then tried to look at his reflection in the handcuffs. With a sigh, he added, "These things have a terrible shine."
Cody was hooked up next to Izzy, and they exchanged a hand wave, despite being less than a foot away from each other. "You almost made it, huh tech-geek?"
"Almost did, Red."
"Guess that means it is up to Noah or Beth to win this challenge," Chris Maclean said, stroking his chin. He pondered this for a few seconds, before he turned to the campers. "How about I just call the challenge a draw, and you all vote for whoever you want?"
"Say wha'?" Leshawna exclaimed, indignant.
"You have to give Bella a try," Lindsay pointed out.
"And Noah too," Katie shouted, slapping her hands on the table.
"Dudes," Chris remarked, "it's Beth. And Noah. Trying to dig their way out of a prison by hand. And did I mention that it's only a little past noon, meaning that this could go on for about twelve more hours?"
The campers exchanged glances, looking at their handcuffs and ankle restraints. "He's right," Tyler declared, "end the match!"
When Lindsay and Leshawna looked at him disapprovingly, he shrugged. "What? I'm the one chained up next to Owen."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Lindsay asked.
"Because sooner or later," the jock whispered, "he's going to need to go..."
Owen's belly gurgled. "Oh man," he whimpered, "Tyler buddy, I wish you hadn't said that."
Tyler slapped his hands on his cheeks and screamed. "End the challenge, end the challenge," he chanted, gripping the camper on the other side of him (Sadie).
Chris scratched his head. "Well... I guess we could ask them at the next half-hour check."
"I don't think I can hold it that long," Owen said.
"You sure as hell are," Tyler replied.
Before anyone could reply, an alarm started to blare, and red lights lit up the lounge. It was almost deafening, so the campers had to clap their hands over their ears to prevent it from hurting their precious eardrums.
"Oh noes," Patrol Officer Chef declared. "One of them has managed to get outside!"
"What?!" said Duncan, incredulous. "You mean that either the lazy bookworm or the short farm girl dug their way outside in only four hours?"
"Jealous, darling?" Courtney asked him, grinning slyly as she watched her boyfriend grab his head.
"I'll say! I gotta ask them their secret!!"
(Confession Cam - No one burrows into here.)
Chef Hatchet - "Why is it every time I think these kids are pathetic, they have to go and impress me?"
Harold - "Hmmm, looks like it's either the sorcerer or the beast master. Might be interesting to see who wins this epic battle."
Beth winced as she lifted her foot, seeing the crushed wire where her shoe mark was. "Oopsth," she winced.
"Good one, farm girl."
Noah was sitting on a makeshift catapult a few yards from her, glaring angrily at her. "I was out here, making my escape with relative ease, when you had to go and give away my location by stepping on the wire and setting off the alarm. What have you got to say for yourself?"
"Thorry?"
"Well, that makes everything better then."
He started to tie some of the bonds on the catapult even tighter. Beth marveled at the catapult, which looked like a combination of tools, parts, and logs. "How did you find the sthtuff to make thith?"
"They left it around the side of the building. You'd think a working group that could build a prison in two days would want to remember their tools, but nope. Guess they're not enchanted or anything."
Beth continued to watch him, ignoring the blaring alarms. "Wow, Noah, I never knew you had it in you to make thomething like thith."
"What on earth makes you say that, my dear farm girl?"
"Well, you're usually lazy and hate physical work, but you built a catapult."
"It's my favorite unit in RTSs, what can I say?"
Beth wasn't sure what that meant, but her thoughts were interrupted when a loudspeaker let out an ear-piercing whine, then Chris's voice blared out. "Attention, escaped convicts! Patrol Officer Chef is heading outside, and if he manages to catch you, it's over for you! Better hurry!"
"Damn it," Noah cursed, looking at the catapult. "I seriously watched to test this thing before I flung myself over the electric fence."
"You thure it'll work?"
"Yes, I just want it to work right," Noah pointed out.
"Why don't I try it first, to make for thetting off the alarm?"
"Oh, so that you make it over first and win the contest?"
"... I hadn't thought of it that way."
"Beth," Noah said, patting the farm girl's shoulder, "it's you or me now. Find a way, and we'll see who gets to go to Ana Vacaboc."
Beth nodded, then she noticed a flag pole nearby. It was rather crude, as the "flag" was a large, metal sign of the Canadian flag; not to mention that the rope coming down on the other side was tied to a small hook on the ground.
"I thound a way over," the farm girl shouted, running over to the flag pole. She grabbed hold of the rope, and pulled a kitchen knife out of her dirty pockets.
"Dare I ask what your plan is?" Noah said as he climbed into the cup of his catapult (which was a large strainer).
"I am gonna cut the rope, and when the metal sthign fallsth down, it'll throw me over the fence," Beth said.
"Ah, I see you smuggled a knife out of the lounge too when they gave us lunch," Noah said, holding up a knife that was in his dirt-filled pockets. "Beth, you're more cunning than I thought, kudos."
"Awww, thanks."
"Though your idea has Darwin Award written all over it."
Beth swallowed nervously as she looked at the electric fence, humming with power right next to her. "Well, you're the one in a never before tested catapult."
"Ah, touché," Noah said with a wink.
The sound of the front door to the prison being slammed alerted them both. They could hear heavy footfalls, and puddles of water nearby rippled threateningly.
"No time for intellectual battles now, which I'm sorry to say," Noah cried out, then began to saw away at the rope that tied his catapult's basket down. "Good luck, Beth!"
"You too, Noah," she cried out, sawing fervently at her rope.
The sounds of Patrol Officer Chef stomping towards them was rather daunting, and they could feel the ground tremble.
"Oh, Noah?" Beth couldn't resist one more question. "How did you manage to dig all the way out here and build a catapult tho much thooner than me?"
Noah, sawing away with one hand, grinned and held up another smuggled instrument in the other hand: a spork. "One should never leave home wtihout a spork."
"Oh, I wish I had thought of uthing a sthpork," Beth said, cursing her hindsight. "They're the bestht."
"Don't ever forget that, boys and girls."
Patrol Officer Chef rounded the corner just then, seeing the two teenagers cutting at the ropes. "Oh no," he growled. "Oh no you d-"
He never got to finish the cliché threat, as both Beth's and Noah's ropes snapped from the amount of cutting. The farm girl felt herself being yanked upwards by the rope, too fast for her brain to register. With a terrified scream, she was launched into the air, almost straight up.
"I'm gonna die now," she shrieked. "I'm gonna fricking die now! Why didn't I sthmuggle a sthpo-oooooooooooooooork?"
(Confession Cam - Use the spork, Luke.)
Chef Hatchet - "Hehehe. Did I think she would make it? When pig girls fly." \He cracks up.\
Beth, flailing her arms and screaming, landed roughly on grassy ground. With a pained moan, she rolled over and stared up at the sky.
"Did I do it?" she asked the Heavens. Rolling her head over to the side, she saw that she was on the other side of the electric fence. She gasped in joy and sat up, staring at that offending wall that was a symbol of restriction and freedom, with the crispy Garfield doll stuck on the side.
"Wait," she thought to herself, "Garfield dolls are stuck on the inside of car windows, not electric fences."
That electrified Garfield doll was Noah, who was wincing in pain as the electric fence had charred him black. The catapult he had designed had launched him directly at the fence.
With a smoggy cough, the bookworm fell on his back, twitching and whimpering. "Damn...," he moaned, "prototype!"
Chris Maclean walked out at that moment, and noticed how electrified Noah was; the know-it-all still had electricity buzzing on his body. "What the hell?" was the host's reaction. "It wasn't supposed to char him! Chef, go check the power gauges on the electric fence. They should have been at about two thousand-five hundred."
Grumbling and adjusting his skirt after running so much, the large man went as asked. When he saw what the numbers read at, his face twisted in horror. "Oh crap," he muttered.
"Patrol Officer Chef," Chris called out to him, "what do the gauges say about the power level?"
"It's over nine thousand," Chef muttered.
"I'm sorry," the host cupped his ear with his hand, "what was that?"
"IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAND!!"
"WHAT, NINE THOUSAND?!!"
"I...," Noah said, twitching as another electric surge jolted his body, "am gonna... -bzzzt!-... sue you... -bzzt!-... for over nine thousand!"
"Do I still win?" Beth called out from the other side of the fence.
(Confession Cam - Use the spork, Luke.)
Chris Maclean - "I really didn't see any of that coming!" \He stares for a second, then lets out a wild cheer.\ "And it was awesome! I cannot wait to see the reviews!"
\He looks around, suddenly nervous.\ "Umm... better cut to commercial, so people don't see the messy deal of Noah's medical dilemma."
Joel is sitting at the table, looking unamused like before. The salesman with the cheesy grin is back with a bandage around his forehead, and is holding a long shovel with a bright yellow handle.
"Hey, boys and girls and all those that watch Total Drama Island and Comeback," the cheesy grinning man said.
"Is that some kind of new political correctness," Joel muttered, "to address people with no gender?"
"Do you want to prepare your backyard for obstacle courses, just like in TDI and TDC?" he said as he lifted the shovel over his head. "Then you need the Total Drama Digger!"
"You're encouraging kids digging up their back yards to prepare an obstacle course?" Joel asked. "You are just asking to be sued."
"The Total Drama Digger is used by all staff members of TDI! And just to demonstrate the incredible digging powers with it!"
He proceeds to dig.
"Oh wow, that is exciting," Joel commented, quite unamused now. "A shovel that can dig."
"And think of all the fun you can have with it besides digging," the salesman continued. "Why, try twirling it."
The man did indeed twirl it with one hand. When he tried to switch it to the other hand, he hit himself on the side of the head with the whirling shovel. His cheesy grin twitching, he collapsed to the ground like a wet sack of cheesy grinning potatoes.
Joel couldn't help but grin. "Well, now I am interested in getting one."
He turned to look off-screen and yelled, "Medic! Any of you got a band-aid?"
The bonfire ceremony looked rather strange that night, with all the ex-campers still in a chain gang on the side. Katie, however, was standing next to Noah, who was lying, twitching on the gurney.
"Are you feeling any more comfortable, Noah?" she said, gripping the side of the gurney.
"I... -bzzzt!- ... feel like I... -bzzzt!- ... have reached a new level... -bzzt!- of pain! -Bzzzt!-"
"Oh, my Noah...," she whimpered, then reached to stroke his hair. She received a painful electric shock, and cried out in pain. "Ow! Hey, Chris, how long is going to be before I can touch him again?"
"Chef Hatchet said it would be about four weeks if he went without treatment," the host, standing behind his oil drum, said.
"Four weeks?!" Katie and Noah shouted, though Noah was interrupted by another painful jolt. He collapsed on the gurney in defeat, an ashen cloud rising around him like Pigpen.
"Actually, that's something we came to discuss," Cody said, approaching the other side of Noah's gurney. "See, Plaza des Losers has excellent health treatment; I would know better than anyone."
The tech-geek ran a hand subconsciously over his bear claw scar. "So, we all came to a conclusion on what to do."
"Awww, you gotta -bzzt!- be kidding me," Noah moaned, rolling his eyes. "Doing me a favor by voting me off?"
"It's about three days of recovery at Playa des Losers, they have wonderful treats for over nine thousand power level shocks," Cody said.
"But...," Katie looked forlorn now, "couldn't Beth, like give Noah her ticket to Ana Vacaboc? That place is, like, all about medicine and spa treatments and such!"
"Yeah, I told her no when she suggested it," Chris said, frowning. "If you chumps keep giving away your prizes, then we're going to get sued eventually."
" 'Going' to?!" Noah started to say, then a large surge of electricity made him shake and collapse on the gurney. "You know what? Vote me off, I'm pretty ... -bzzzt!- ... sick of this island."
"Sorry, Noah," Cody said.
"It's no... -bzzzt!- ... big deal," he replied, though he was sarcastic as ever. "I mean, I get to -bzzzt!- spend more time with Katie."
"Awwwww," Katie swooned, then, in a brief lapse of judgment, leaned over and kissed Noah on the lips. She received a massive jolt that left her clothes singed and her hair standing up.
"Wow," she said, white smoke coming from her mouth. "That was awesome! Sadie, did you see that? Sadie?"
She turned around, and saw that all of the ex-campers in the chain gang had been electrocuted too, because her metal, ankle cuffs conducted her to all of them.
"Behold," Chef Hatchet said morbidly, "the power of over nine thousand."
"I still cannot believe you turned it up that high," Chris said as the ex-camper chain gang recovered.
"Me?! You're the one who was overseeing the prison!"
"Hey, you were in charge of the fence, we agreed to that-"
Heather cleared her throat loudly. "Chris, can we get on with this? Please? I mean, we don't even really need to be here!"
Chris Maclean shrugged, then looked down at the plate of eight marshmallows. "Can I at least hand these out?"
"I am peckish after being in jail all day," Cody remarked.
"Alright then! Marshmallows to Bridgie, Zekie, Gwenie, Codie, Izzie, Haroldie, Bethie, and Heathie! Congratulations!"
"Did he just call me 'heavy'?" Heather growled as she snatched her marshmallow in midair.
"Noah dude, time for you to go," Chris said, gesturing to the Dock of Shame.
"Chris? I have... -bzzzt!- one thing to say before -bzzt!- I go."
"What would that be?"
"... -bzzt!- GET A GOOD LAWYER!!"
Chris flinched, then stared as Noah burst out laughing, receiving hiccuping shocks that eventually died down his laughter. "Awww, I'm kidding," the know-it-all said. "You old so-and-so!"
"Noah, you clown," Chris said, grinning back at him.
"Shake?" Noah asked, extending a hand.
"Sure!" Chris took the bookworm's hand, then received a terrible shock that left the host smoking; he collapsed in a heap with a whimper.
"HA! In your -bzzzt!- face, you big disgrace," Noah shouted as Katie helped push him down the Dock of Shame.
(Confession Cam - Watt was that for?)
Gwen - "Is it just me, or is Chris getting hurt a lot at the end of these ceremonies?"
\She grins evilly.\ "I quite enjoy that."
Chef Hatchet poked Chris with a stick, then shrugged. "He'll pull through."
A larger boat had pulled up to the Dock of Shame, because the Boat of Losers wasn't big enough for thirteen teens, a gurney, and Owen. It took some time to pull Bridgette off of Geoff, and Gwen away from Trent. After that boat left, the little Boat of Losers pulled up.
"Alright Beth, go on your merry way to Ava Vacaboc, and have fun," the cook told her.
Beth was so excited, she cheered and hugged everyone (except Heather, but including Chris). "I cannot believe I did it," she squealed. "I never thought I could win a challenge like thith, but I did!"
"You deserve it, eh," Ezekiel told her.
"Go have a blast," Harold said.
"Bring back souvenirs," Izzy called out to her.
Beth skipped across the dock and jumped on the Boat of Losers, waving as it took her to a new destination than it normally headed off to.
"Hard to believe she did it. Still," Gwen said to Bridgette, "guess there's a lot more to her than we all thought."
"She's a real sweetheart, I hope she has fun there," the surfer agreed.
"Right, now tell me more about this guy your mom is seeing!"
As the two girls talked, heading back to their cabins, Ezekiel lagged behind, staring down at the ground. Heather, right behind him, grabbed his arm. She looked over at the others, waiting for them to be out of hearing range.
"Alright, I want you to come clean," she hissed at him. "Where is that picture?"
"I doo'nt have it," he replied, "honest!"
Heather narrowed her eyes at him. "If I find out you're lying-"
"You'll kill me, I knoo'," the prairie boy said, sighing. "C'mon Heather, give me some credit. Have I ever betrayed your trust, eh?"
The queen bee let go his arm, throwing it down. "Fine. I'll take your word. You know, Zeke, you're not worth the trouble of killing."
"That's a pretty lame insult for you, eh."
"Shut up." She stormed off, arms crossed. Ezekiel sighed, scratching his head, and discovered something was inside his toque.
"Must have fallen in when she knocked me over in the jail," he said, as he removed the foreign object from his hat. It was that photo that Heather had royally freaked out on.
"Is... is this her?"
It was a small picture of a young girl in her tween years. The girl had braces, zits all over her face, messy hair, and was grossly overweight.
Ezekiel stared at the picture for a minute, trying to see if it was Heather, and came to the conclusion it had to be her; there was no mistaken those cool, gray eyes. Yet this girl, this young Heather, her eyes were so sad rather than piercing like now.
With a sigh, he flipped the photo around, and saw there was a message:
If anyone can change her, it's you. She didn't used to be so mean.
Best of luck, I'm rooting for you big time!
- Damien
The prairie boy read it over and over again, wondering who Damien was. "Probably her brother," he said to himself.
Bridgette lay in her bed, lonely and disturbed. Alone in the girls' side of the cabin, she was left brooding over her thoughts. "Is it wrong that I'm trying to discourage Zeke from seeing Heather?" she thought.
Gwen watched Heather as the queen bee lay down, making sure Heather fell asleep before the goth did. Gwen always waited for Heather to sleep before she went out, because she didn't trust the ravenhair. "You just wait. You're next, you bi-"
Heather lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep, not while that photo was loose. She couldn't tell if Ezekiel had been lying, and she didn't trust him. If he showed that photo to anyone, she'd be dead meat. Worse than dead meat.
Izzy was asleep, dreaming that she was chasing a giant, green monster. The monster roared in terror as Izzy roared back, "Get back here, you monstrous monster! E-Scope will tear you to pieces!" Even Izzy didn't know what any of that meant.
Cody slept blissfully, his left leg kicking slightly. He was dreaming of something that always made him very happy at night: having the newest, state-of-the-art iPhone. The fact that Gwen was modeling for it, wearing a dress that had an MP3 player pattern, he started to drool in real life.
Harold snored, dreaming of him chasing Izzy around with a giant paintball gun. The redhead was screaming as the nerd roared, "You'll regret crossing me in that jail, you evil taintress! Get back here, and Dirty Harold will have his revenge!"
Ezekiel couldn't fall asleep. He kept glancing at the photo, and wondering how this sad, messy girl turned into the mean queen bee. Maybe tomorrow, he would finally confront her.
Noah - Unavailable to vote.
Everyone Else - Noah.
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Voted off List - Owen, Sadie, Geoff, Leshawna, Justin, Lindsay, DJ, Trent, Katie, Duncan, Tyler, Courtney, Eva, Noah.
Remaining Campers - Harold, Bridgette, Beth, Ezekiel, Gwen, Heather, Cody, Izzy.
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Sorry, Noah fans (and I'm one, so this hurts me too). This time, however, he gets the last laugh. On Chris, that is.
Damien is, according to the TDI website, Heather's prankster little brother. I figured that he does it as revenge for her being the spoiled, mean, older sister. So he, like some other characters in this story, supports Heather and Ezekiel, but only if Heather changes. A lot.
Getting pretty near the end here, isn't it? \wicked laughter\
The next challenge is going to contain something big. I'll give you a hint: about half of you are going to hate it, half are going to love it. There might be some in-between, but hate trying to divide by three, always get that annoying, never-ending number.
And remember kids, never play with fences that are over nine thousand.