Hello again everyone! I was going to update yesterday, but my parents took me to a Super bowl party to watch commercials in 3-D. Those were awesome! And some little kid beat me up. I can still feel the soreness…

Disclaimer: Now let's think, if I owned TDI, would I really be here, writing this fan fiction? Didn't think so.

Chapter 8: Duncan

(This chapter happens at the same time as chapter 7.)

When Leshawna warned me not to go off by myself, I ignored her. I could take care of myself! Big mistake. I probably should've listened and remembered what happened to me that landed me back here.

I wandered into the forest because I was bored. I hadn't even talked to Courtney at all yet. I had avoided her ever since I got here. I have no idea why. I guess I was scared to talk to her again. I still have no idea why (so don't bother asking!).

As I went deeper into the woods, I suddenly saw smoke. So I went towards it. I found a small cottage with an old hag sitting on the porch puffin' on a pipe. Oh man, was she ugly! It looked like she crawled out of her ancient tomb to get a little sunlight, because boy, did she need it! As I walked by, she called to me.

"Hey there sonny!" she called in a crackly old hag voice. "Come here!"

I sighed and shuffled over. "What do you want?" I snarled.

"Some company," the hag replied, "Would you like some tea?"

"No thanks," I muttered. "I don't drink tea."

"You don't? That's a shame," she said, taking a sip from the cup in her hand.

"What's an old hag like you doing in the woods?" I asked her. "Especially on an island like this?"

"Oh, I've been here a while," the hag replied, "Even before those TV producers came. I've eluded their eyes!"

"Fascinating, old hag," I yawned, not sounding fascinated at all. "Do you know about Total Drama Island?"

"Oh, is that what they called it?" the old hag asked. "I thought it was for some crazy sitcom." That answered my question. "Are you sure you don't want some tea, dear?" the old hag offered again.

"No thanks," I replied. "So have you seen any suspicious people recently? People who look like assassins?" I thought she might know something.

"Why yes actually!" she replied happily. "They walked by my cottage not too long ago. They were sayin' something about an evil plan to kill some innocent young children, those horrible fiends! If you hurry, you might catch them talking about their plan. They went that way!" She pointed deeper into the forest.

"Thanks old hag," I muttered and shuffled away. I decided to go in the direction the old hag directed me in. I figured the sooner we could find and catch the assassin, the sooner we could leave. And maybe I would be able to avoid Courtney.

I did a lot of thinking as I walked. If I snuck up on these guys, I could probably hear what their plan was and why they were doing this. They might even lead me to their lair. You know, secret villain lair? Then I would never have to come back to this crumby island.

And you'll never see Courtney again, a voice whispered in my head. I tried to shoo it away, but it kept coming back. I shook my head to clear it.

Suddenly, I heard twigs snapping behind me and spun around quickly. I relaxed when I saw it was only the old hag.

"What do you want, you hag?" I snarled.

"I was just worried about you, dearie," she replied. "I was worried those mean men might get you."

"We just met," I muttered.

"I always worry about the youth," The old hag said, overhearing me.

So, we continued on. As we went deeper, I could definitely hear something. It didn't sound like voices though…

Suddenly, I heard a click and a loud bang! Like gun fire. I also felt a terrible pain in my shoulder and looked down. I was bleeding, I had been shot! I looked around for the old hag, but she was nowhere to be found. I limped away about twenty paces before I was shot again. Then, I fell to the ground.

Hm, that was supposed to be a lot longer… Has Duncan finally met his match? Did you notice that he did not hear the song right before he was shot? Or maybe that was the strange noise he was hearing… I don't know… But it's suspenseful, right? And what about the old hag? What's her deal? Wait, why am I asking you all these questions anyways? Ah well. Remember to read and review. And I warn you, my shadow is all pumped up from the Super bowl…