Well, Dual Posting. I hope you enjoy this, it should make up for the lack of posting from last week. Enjoy, because HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Interlude Between Episodes 7 and 8-Chris' Personal Lounge-

-Zoey's POV-

"Glad you two could make it." Chris remarked, spinning around in his office chair for his Personal Lounge. "Of course, If you didn't, I'd have to kick you off. Still…" he hesitated for a moment. "You two did great today. Zoey, I was really convinced that you didn't know about Mike's other persona's and still thought it was a game. Mike, not so much. You acted kind like it was acting class." To my left side I saw his shoulders slump. "Oh yeah, I should enlighten you that other people now know about your Personalities Mike, but I'm not going to tell you who. So, you Mike should brush up on your acting a bit. Zoey, you need to keep up the way you are. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes."

"Yes Sir." I remarked.

"Good. You two are free to go. Now."

I turned around on my heels and walked out. Once Mike, in his kind usual manner, shut the door behind me, I clenched my fists and stomped. "God Danm you Chris!"

"Take it easy Zoey." He remarked, running around to face me head on. "It could always be worse, right?"

"Yes, but it could always be better also." I remarked, grinding my toe into the ground once we were a bit farther away from his lounge.

"I know what you mean." Mike laid his hand on my shoulder. "I just wish Cameron would help me out here a bit more."

"How so?"

"It just seems like he only knows the triggers, and can't figure out the way to prevent or terminate the times it occurs."

"Maybeee…" I trailed off, trying to think why the bubble boy wouldn't be honest. That terminated when I ran into someone.

"Ow!" I stepped back, rubbing my head.

"Zoey, are you alright?"

"Yeah…"

"Maybe next time you could watch where you're going?" A slightly feminine voice remarked.

"Um, sure." My response was somewhat automatic.

"Name's Mike." The female looked at his outstretched hand, and then took it, shaking it somewhat unwillingly.

"Gwen." Her response was curt and carte blanche.

"Name's Zoey." I took her hand and shook it quickly. "I remember you from the old cast."

"Not to surprised at that." She stated back. I noticed something then about her. Only her face and hands were visible in the dark night, the rest of her body enveloped in the blackness. "I have once question for you. What was that THING that threw me out of the box I was buried in?"

"Dakota?" Mike responded with a half-answer, half-question.

"I wouldn't know it's name." She heaved. "All I know is that it was strong."

"Yeah, that's Dakota for you."

"Well, Good night." The gothic female remarked, parting between us and when we turned around to see her leave, she seemed to vanish. Like she hadn't been there at all.

"Dakota." I remarked aloud, not even realizing it.

"Still feel guilty about you voting her off?"

"How did you know?"

"You said her name under your breath."

"Well, what did you expect? Her existence could have been ha-"

"I know. I think it was hazardous to all of our health. Chris included."

Dakota seemed to be glad to leave though. Since she had returned to the game she made herself very scarace, and no one could have ever found her save for meal-times, when she would eat something small and leave. Her countenance seemed to brighten up when Sam had been rediscovered, but even then she was more hten content to leave the island. Maybe I was doing her a favor…

"Have you noticed anything different?"

"Different? About what?"

"About Chris. Something…just seems wrong with the man."

"He's off his hinges more then usual?"

"I guess. I never watched the original series. Tell me, did he usually put the old cast up to that kind of stuff?"

"Gwen was buried alive only to face her fears. Still, as for dealing with hazardous waste, mutant sharks, fashion stuff." I shuddered, realizing what we had been put through. "He's never done anything that crazy to the original cast."

"Maybe…"

"Maybe what Mike?" I asked as we emerged from the woods, heading to the cabin.

"Maybe the contamination has been affecting Chris also?"

"Chris? What do you mean?"

"He's more cynical and Machiavellian then you said he was before." I looked at him as he held his fingers up against his chin. "Maybe, just maybe, the radioactive and bio-hazardous materials have affected his brain functions."

"You really think so?"

"He wouldn't be the only one." He caught me off guard then and there. "Who else?"

"Cameron seems to be having lapses in his thinking abilities." Mike started pacing back and forth in front of the steps of the Maggot's cabin. "Dakota went through her mutations. Scott smells more then usual. You've had headaches, almost like Migraines since we went down into those tunnels, yet you say you've never had them before."

Indeed. The headaches he was talking about were so bad that just hearing a bird fly by the cabin window caused so much pain that I wanted to end my life.

"And notice how Lightning, who never was much of a smart guy, seems to have severe lapses in though processes now."

"SO you're saying that the radioactivity has affected everyone but you and Jo?"

"But Jo. I don't know what her secret is. I've been affected to. This Manitoba Smith guy…I never had to deal with him before. He just kind of popped up out of nowhere. And he didn't appear until we were in the tunnels. And yet since then, I've been losing control much more often. It used to be once or twice a day, sometimes once every two days, yet now I seem to be loosing control at least 7 times a day, at Cameron's last tallies."

"Could the Island be…poisoning us?"

"Slowly killing us? I don't think all of us can adapt to it like Jo and Dakota have. If it wasn't a million necessary dollars at the end of the line, I would vote us out on the very next ceremony."

"But a million dollars Mike…" My voice trailed off. "I could move out there where you live in Montreal."

"By Montreal. Not in it."

"What would you do with the million Mike?"

"I have no idea. Save it back for College, or cure this danm disorder." He smacked himself in the face repeatedly. "Even when I'm in control, I can still hear their voices in the back of my god-forsaken head!"

"Mike, you don't have to hurt yourself."

"Now lady, let me tell you something. We hurt ourselves back in that time so we could toughen ourselves up and-" I smacked Chester in the face with a good hard slap, and Mike came back to me. "Sorry Zoey. See what I mean?"

"I know. I know what you mean." I remarked, walking in with him to the cabin.

-Scott's POV-

"So, it's just me and Lightning and Jo and Cameron and Zoey and Mike. Easier said then done." I remarked, whittling away at another Chris' head. I had already found the thing, so it was pointless really to keep whittling it, but I enjoyed doing it now. Looking up at the recording confessional camera, I chuckled. "I would have broken the news to Zoey last episode, if it wasn't for that Dakotazoid thing that kept hogging the camera's off of me. But once I tell Zoey, it's all good. Orr, maybe I can just tell Mike that I know, and that if he doesn't become my unwilling or willing alliance member, I'll tell Zoey for him." I chuckled, curving the shark tooth's angle as I made Chris' pointy nose.

My late-night confessional was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Occupied!" I shouted, only for the door to suddenly be yanked off of it's hinges before my eyes, and standing there was that huge land-shark.

"Nice Sharky. Nice…BIG sharky!" I remarked, scooting backwards on the toilet seat as it stepped in, looking at me with a angry growl.

"Nice Sharky…bad Scott!" I leapt forward, jamming his tooth into his belly, and the shark stepped back, bemoaning his pain and crying out. My feet carried me faster then they had before, and yet when I turned around, I was greeted by his chasing after me.

"Shark! Maybe you should go after someone else! Like Jo or Lightning or something! I mean, for crying out loud!" The response I earned was a prompt swipe at my head, which I avoided by ducking down. It took to much energy to breath.

So we ran. And we ran. And we ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. And then, just to top it off, we ran some more.

"I don't remember this landscape being so large."

-Flashback to Total Drama Island Episode 19-

"Good lord Izzy!" Owen shouted. "I don't remember this landscape being so large!"

"It's so that way they can film an awesome wipeout!" The redhead crazy girl named Izzy responded, and subsequently Owen fell off a cliff, hitting various strange objects on the way down.

-End Flashback-

I skidded to a stop at the edge of the cliff, my arms spinning in circles beside me as I dispersed my momentum. Looking down I saw various object perched on parts of the cliff that were jutting out. I turned around, and Fang leapt at me, jaws open wide, and I ducked down, yanking the now bloodied shark-tooth out of his stomach as he sailed over me and plummeted off the cliff.

DONG! He landed on a piano. DING! Hit an anvil. SQUEAK Giant Rubber Duck. BOOM. Dynamite. BONG! Some kind of mutated beaver. Several more noises proceeded, but I couldn't see what they were, but I did hear him scream in furry when he landed in a thorn-covered, flowerless rosebush at the bottom. I smiled, wiping the shark tooth off in the grass and proceeding back to my cabin.

-Chris' POV-

"Chef, the thorns are looking lovely today." I remarked, watching Fang struggle his way out of them.

So…Another near-miss by Fang. Next chapter, I'll be writing the episodes from all different sorts of points of views. Until then, which is only going to be about 15 second from now, REVIEW!