Man oh man. Folks, if you enjoyed this fic and want it to go on, cross your fingers, fold your hands, and pray. I'm not sure I can write anymore drama into this thing. With Mike gone, you can only do so much when the two lovers are separated.
Still, like promised, this comes from 5 different POV's. Mike's, Zoey's, Anne Maria's, Cameron's, and Scott's. Folks, this takes place right after 'Up, up, and away in my pitiful balloon'. And let me tell you something. It was, in my opinion, the best Total Drama episode EVER, outside of the American/Australian ending of Hawaiian Punch. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter of Split Attractions, although the attractions aren't so split anymore. HERE WE GOOOOO! *For possibly the final time*
-Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Episode 10 of 13-Playa De Losers-Mike's POV-
Earlier that morning Chris had flown a huge dirigible over our heads, and shouted down to us all that we could watch the next challenge by turning our eyes to the sky. Needless to say, we all had our eyes turned skyward and to the location of Camp Wanawakwa.
"Chris had such a good idea to use a Zepplin! My great-great-great-great-great grandfather theorized about lighter then aircraft, and my great great granddad also…"
"Staci…maybe you could be just a bit quieter?" Brick remarked, turning to face her.
"So…who do you think is going to win it?"
"The challenge today?" I asked back to Sam, who was still being carried about by a 10 foot tall Dakota…and that still wasn't my cup of tea.
"No! I mean the million big ones! The cha-chings we all came here to see! Watch Scott. That dude is just stone cold."
"Dakota likes Zoey's chance." The mutated humanoid remarked back, marking the first real time I could recall the two of them had disagreed on something.
"My money is on Lightning!" Anne Maria spoke up from beside me.
"Jo. She'll push them all around until she gets to the finals. She told me she would." The military man remarked beside me, and I looked at him and his stone-cold facial features.
B just shrugged, going back to carving some marble.
"Cameron is going to win. I'm guessing the same way my grea-" Needless to say, we all just tuned Stacie out.
"There is to much unpredictability. My future-reading abilities are not that pacific." Dawn sighed. "I'll have to hazard a guess on Zoey."
"Yeah Dawn." I remarked, remembering Zoey's smiling face right before I was hurled off the island. "I'll guess for her to."
It had been hours. Hours at a time. I was worried. All I could see in the far distance was the Zeppelin, and Staci with Brick were looking through binoculars at the scene in the distance. B had been kind enough to lend Anne Maria a telescope while he used one of his own, and Dakota was giving Sam a run-by-run narrative of what she was seeing. I merely squinted my eyes and looked as far off as I could. But the fact was, all that any of us could see was just the zeppelin hovering over the camp, moving occasionally.
"Guys! I think I see something!" Anne Maria shouted. "Look there, coming up from the ground!" Everyone's eyes focused in tightly on the skyline, and even from my limited perspective, it looked as if a small dot had broken away from the horizon, shooting upwards.
"That's Cameron!" Brick suggested. "He seems to be riding on…an engine?"
"Engine?"
"Of a 747 civilian transporter!"
"So, it's big, right?" Dakota asked.
"Yes. That thing is big AND fast."
"Was that the challenge? See who could get to the sky first?"
"I have no idea."
-Anne Maria's POV-
A few minutes after Cameron's engine thing had landed, we all went our separate ways, although B and Brick insisted on continuing to scan the horizon for any more activity. This gave me some time to catch up on my tanning. Rubbing the stuff onto my super attractive body, a body that everyone would be jealous of, a smile spread across my face.
Vito could drop the whole Mike act now. Zoey wasn't here, he wouldn't have to act around her. He should just stop being so intent on trying to cover himself up. Besides, it had been so long since we had been together, and I was dying to get back to the torrid stuff with Vito and that muscle-toned body of his.
Think, and it shall be given. I noticed Mike sit down on the recliner chair beside me, wearing only his swimming trunks with his back turned toward me, holding his head in his hands. I chuckled, as this was JUST the time for me to get him, while nothing was happening!
"Hey, Vito baby." I remarked, climbing off of my recliner and sitting behind him on his own, running my hands over his shoulders and down his toned chest. "Why don't you and me run off somewhere and have a little fun? Huh?"
He stood up, shaking his body and turning around. "Anne Maria! What?"
"Come on Vito! You know I'm dying to feel your lips again. You are quite a good woman-kisser honey." I slung my body off the recliner, walking up toward him.
"Anne Maria! Listen!"
"Don't bother talking."
"I'm with Zoey now!"
"WHAT!"
"Yes. I am with Zoey!"
"Your saying that…that us?"
"Anne Maria…while you were away, Zoey, she helped me through all of my…problems."
"Problems?" I asked, confused.
"I couldn't run off with another girl knowing that Zoey is still alive over there…" He turned his head away from me, looking at the horizon near the zeppelin. "Somewhere."
"But Vito…"
"It's Mike now. Actually, it's always been Mike. Anne Maria, we're done for."
I sniffled. "So that's what it was then? Just fuck a girl and then leave her for the other one." I stamped my foot. "Well then Vito, or should I say, miiiike, You can have your stupid flower-headed girl. I hear that there are OTHER men that have more testosterone then you. In fact, I think even Jo would fit THAT description!" Spinning on my heels, I stormed away, leaving him to deal with himself as I heard the cries of Brick signaling that the contestants were taking off again.
-Cameron's POV-
"Oh, SHYYYEEEEETTTT!" I never was much of a cusser, but the words just dragged out of my mouth while flying about, barely holding onto my plane engine as it zoomed all across the expanse. I couldn't control it, let alone try to take down Chris' Zeppelin with it! I was in for the ride of my life, and I was scared…stiff.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I forced my head upwards, looking at what the engine was heading for. What a series of unfortunate events, I was heading straight for the Zeppelin!
"Heather, look out behind you!" I heard lightning's voice trace across.
"Hah! As if I'd fall for THAT trick!" That must have been Heather, no doubt about it. I tried to form some words from my mouth, warning the two of them, but all that came out was a mix of RUNNNN and AAAAHHHH! At the last possible second I let go, as no person with at least 12 IQ points would try and burn himself up in an aerial explosion!
So as I started falling, watching the red flames go up above me and feeling the air being sucked out of my lungs, I was suddenly convinced…this was the end! With fire above me, fast approaching water below me that would feel like cement when I hit it, and the air being vacuumed out of my frail body, I closer my eyes.
Only to suddenly be caught by something. My shirt snagged, and the smell of Charcoal permeated my nostrils. "Zoey!" I shouted at her, shocked at the strange turn of events. However she had done it, now she was riding a flying flame-spitting goat and another one had bit me by the shirt. "I think the Zeppelin is down! Let's head back!"
"No problem!" I heard her remarked back, and the water beneath my feet started moving as I was moved toward the island, a final explosion of the Zeppelin sounding as we went to the safety of the solid ground beneath our feet.
-Scott's POV-
"No! I am NOT becoming Lunch without a fight!" I shouted, finally making landfall once again. Fang was right behind me. His pursuit of me had been relentless the last seven days, and I was wearing out, having only gotten minimal sleep and food. Yet he still seemed to be as fresh as ever!
Scampering into the woods, I knew what was my only hope. Tree cover. The smell of his tuna-stained breath was still hot on the cuff of my shirt. All my strategies and ideas to eliminate everyone else was put on hold! I didn't care who was eliminate today, even if it was me! I need to get this Shark off of my tail!
My head dared to turn around, looking at what was behind me. There he stood, running and sprinkling…salt on me? And licking his chops. Brilliant. I was the new, literal definition for fast-food now.
And then it all happened in an instant. A large smack filled the air behind me, and I skidded to a stop. As I did, the juvenile delinquent I knew very well as Duncan was standing there with the gothic female known as Gwen. She was sitting her leg down.
"Whaddya suppose we do with him?"
"I'd say we just roast him for the night's meal. He's totally out of it."
"Um, guys…?" The two turned around to face me, and the shape of Gwen's eyes reminded me harshly of the shape of Zoey's eyes. "Thanks for saving my life and all that…but can you point me in the right direction to the Total Drama Campgrounds?"
Duncan's lips pressed together, as if contemplating the offer. "Sure." He flicked open his switchblade, pointing it West by North west. "I think it's out in that direction."
"Yeah. Thanks guys." I remarked. Un-privy to the conversation that I later found out went like this.
"You know the campgrounds are to the southwest?"
"I know babe. But I like to mess with people like that. Now for our meallll." Fang had come to and escape while they were talking, so my nightmare hadn't ended.
As the last section of the sun started to set, I noticed the location of the bonfire ceremony. Okay. NOW I knew where I was.
-Zoey's POV-
After Jo went farewell off the Island, the four of us all went our separate ways. I don't know where Lightning and Scott went.
"Hey Zoey, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." I remarked, turning to face him.
"With Jo now gone, and the fact that I still don't trust Scott, you think that you and I, you know…an alliance?"
"An alliance with you…I-"
"I know I'm a 90 pound weakling, but I have brains."
"Sure I'll do it with you for that. On one condition. We vote out Scott next." I remarked, and my face flushed with anger. Anger that had been gnawing at my sanity for the last week since Mike's elimination.
"Ha. I was thinking the same thing. Scott it is then! Well, Goodnight Zoey! See you later!"
"Night." Was the reply, and I turned to face the woods. Mike said he often took late night strolls in the woods, who knows? Maybe I'll find something of his in there.
All I found was nothing but more anger and rage form within me. I was mad. Mad and angry at Chris for straining our otherwise flourishing relationship! For Scott at trying to terminate it! Anne Maria was understandable, Mike said it was one of his alter-egos. I couldn't blame my ex-teammate. Who wouldn't want such a good looking young man? I would know.
Still, I was infuriated. Chris had contacted me the night after Mike's elimination, telling me that any type of acts or such he had wanted us playing earlier was to be dropped, as with Cameron, Mike, and I all blowing it on National TV, with no way around it, he would have to just let the world think we didn't find out about it until the hours before Mike was yanked from me.
Yanked by a red-haired, red-freckled, and utterly smelly redneck! I would take Scott out the next round, but a deeper part of me wanted more. I wanted to see that shark named Fang utterly tear up Scott's body, crippling him to the point of him being a vegetable, and then have him launched off the hurl of shame in a body cast. Then I could be truly happy.
"Haha! I made it! I made it all folks! I've won it!" The extremely familiar female voice was none other then Heather, and just through the trees. I stepped off the path that had been made by now dried prints of Mike's shoe soles, and pressed through the trees, observing the scene.
In a clearing within the woods, green American 100 dollar bills were laying about, covering the ground almost totally. In the center was Heather's from, but I could tell she had been burned again from the explosion inavertedly caused by Cameron. What clothes remained on her remained on her in rags, and they didn't cover up what they needed to. Frankly, I'm not a lesbian, so the sight of seeing another girl nude like that is disturbing. However, she had a arm full of money pressed up against her chest, laughing in delight. "I've won it all! I've rightly earned it, and I've rightly got it!"
"Heather?" I asked, stepping out of the clearing. She leapt backwards, dropping the money and trying to cover her form with her arms. "What are you doing with all of this…this money?"
"I won it! I did and I alone! I fought three entire years for it! I had my hair shaved off, my eyebrows burnt off, my breasts exposed, my health endangered, and that was just the first year! But it's finally paid off! I won this last year, and I've gotten every bit of it now!"
"Heather…how did you…?"
"It was easy. I knew that cheap sake Chris was going to send you losers after me, so I opened the case up and crammed as much of it into my clothes as I could. My brazier, my panties, I even tied some up in my hair! It worked so well, and no one will notice a strange bulge in a girl's crotch or a already large set of breasts become even larger! I was able to take it all, every last dollar!"
"But…what was in the case?"
"Money. I had planned this for years! I had my body already filled with money when I heard I was going to be featured in a challenge, and I knew that all I needed to do was to get 10 minutes with the case. I took the counterfeit money I had stored in my brazier and underwear, the same money that was lining my pockets, and I switched it all! The winner of Total Drama Revenge of the Island won't know what hit them until they go to buy something with their phony money!"
"I know."
"I don't think you'll squeal though…" Out of the burnt skirt Heather whipped out a pocketknife, reminiscent of what she was going to cut Harold's line with in Season 1. "Your outmatched! If you say anything to Chris, I'll go out of my way to kill you! And that little boyfriend of yours back at the Playa De Losers? Him, he'll never know what happened!"
"You wouldn't!"
"Yes I would. I will kill to keep what I've rightfully earned, and I'm not going to let a smelly old 92 year old male…"
"He's 34."
"…Steal it from me again due to 'contract's or something!"
"What's in it for me?"
"Your life…" The Asiatic female paused for a moment. "You know, I'm feeling fantastically nice today. How about this. I have one Million dollars. So you will shut up, I'll give you 5 thousand dollars so you won't rat. It will be here, regardless of if you win or lose the season."
I contemplated for a moment. It was either tell Chris and die…Or go with heather, keep my life and have some money automatically locked in, even IF I was eliminated the very next challenge. "It's a deal. But make it 20 thousand. I've put my life on the line to much for only 5Ks."
"20 thousand dollars is to much for me. I'll give you 8 thousand."
"15 thousand."
"12 thousand."
"12 thousand." I remarked simultaneously with her.
"That's a speck deal." Heather sneered. "8 Thousand again."
"We'll split the difference." I offered. "Only 10 Thousand dollars."
"Fine then. 10 thousand dollars it is." Heather bent down into her nest of money, and painstakingly counted out 100 of those green 100 dollar bills.
My eyes were glued to the currency the entire time. She pulled out a geoband from the ground, and wrapped it all into a bundle, stretching the band to it's limit. "Here."
"Thanks."
"Ughh. Whatever." She scoffed back.
-Chris' Personal Lounge-
"Hey Chef?"
"Chef here." The cook remarked, walking up to Chris who had the chest open. Zoey was just a bit curious as she had been walking by at that exact time, and looked in through the door.
"I know money very well. Very very well. This is not real American currency."
"What is it then?"
"Counterfeit."
"I don't know of any country called Counterfeit…"
"No Chef!" I chuckled at Chef's stupidity and Chris' outburst. "I've been robbed! My producers sent me a bundle of FALSE money! This means that as soon as the winning teen spends it, they'll find out it's fake, and trace it back to me! ME! They'll say I stole the money! Get my godanmed phone! I need to call my lawyers."
Chef shrugged, picking a cell phone off of a charger and tossing it to Chris. This would be interesting to watch unfold. Who knew how his lawyers would react when told about fake money.
"Yeah, McLain here. Let me tell you something. My producers screwed something up. All of this money I have in the case is fake."
The voices on the other end of the phone were to low for the redhead to hear, so I tried craning my neck and leaned farther in through the door.
"I just checked. The weight of the paper. It's just slightly to heavy. It wasn't printed on real monetary paper."
Mumbled words, mixed with 'what can do'.
"I'd hope so. And I want it taken care of in two weeks. Make it fast, and make sure the money is the right stuff. I can bring about a third of it back with the chemical company I have a contract with, but not all of it. Just two weeks. Clear?"
I leaned even farther inwards. 'yeah. We'll set a record for speed'. A creak sounded from the door's hinges, but I ignored that.
"Make it so. McLean out." As Chris hung up the phone the door suddenly swung open, and Zoey fell in, landing on her chest and chin with a loud 'THUD'.
Chef slammed the door back into place, and heaved her up. "What do you think you were doing here little lady!" He asked, holding her by the shirt with one hand and a meat cleaver in the other.
"Ummm, I was…" Then the stupidity of lying to a 300 pound military veteran hit me. "Why am I even trying to lie? I was out for a midnight walk."
"Tell it to the judge."
"Chef." Chris' voice sounded. Chef swiveled his neck to face his accomplice. "It's cool. There is nothing here worth stealing. If she heard this entire conversation, she'd know how stupid it would be to steal the money. Zoey…" My interest was raised as he called my name. "Just go back to your cabin, and we'll pretend that this never even happened!"
"Okay!" I remarked, making the 'ok' symbol with my hands. Chef dropped me, and I instantly took off to the door. I didn't want them finding out about the 10K I had stuffed in my brazier.
-Mike's POV-
I was happy that Jo was here, because it meant Zoey was still in the hunt. Still, I was worried about how Anne Maria would end up after all of this, and what Zoey and Cameron's conditions were. If we figured right, it could be in just two to three weeks a series of severe chain reaction events could take place on the island that might even threaten us here. I could only pray. Hope and pray that God almighty would protect them.
"God…please hear me out here." I remarked, folding my hands again and looking up to the star filled sky. "Protect Zoey and Cameron. If it's your will, let them be safe, and if I can ask something a bit selfishly…can Zoey win the million at least?"
Silence was my answer. But I had learned that God often responded without a still small voice, but rather with some sort of action. He had answered my prayers that my other personalities would be eliminated, and sure enough I had beat them out of me. Maybe he would answer with her safety.
"Mike." I felt someone's finger tap my should, and I spun around. The pale skin and bright blonde hair said enough about who it was.
"Hey Dawn."
"I can tell. Your worried about Zoey."
"Yesh." I mumbled.
"But your section of the aura is much larger." She smiled coolly. "I've got to congratulate you on that."
I spun back around, a goofy grin encompassing my lower face. "Thanks."
"Maybe I can give you something."
"Like what?"
"How about tonight. Let me know when your going to go to sleep. Then You'll get it."
"You don't want to sleep with me, do you?" I sighed. "I'm a one-girl kind of guy, and God wouldn't exactly look down at that very positively."
She let out a low and semi-innocent laughter. "Hardly. Just let me know tonight. I'll see what I can do."
-Zoey's POV-
"9.3 Thousand. 9.4 Thousnad. 9.5 Thousand…." I looked around again at the other three competitors, all sleeping peacefully. I grinded some sleep out of my eyes, and yawned. After everything we had done today, I'm going to be sleeping after this last count.
"9.6 Thousand, 9.7 Thousand, 9.8 Thousand, 9.9 Thousand. 10 Thousand Dollars." I chuckled. Very carefully I slipped the money back into my brazier. It wasn't nearly a million. But I was happy enough over it. This would move me out of that stupid town of mine. My eyelids drooped, and I laid my head on my pillow, hoping sleep would come faster tonight then it had the last week. With Mike no longer by my side, my bouts with sleep were short and fitful.
I'm not sure how long I had stayed there, but I finally got sick and tired of being tired without sleep, so I climbed out of my bed, feeling the gift Mike had given me the night before his elimination. Despite this, it had been like a small part of me had been taken also.
"Zoey?"
"Mike!" I whirled around in shock, and yes, he was standing there, dressed as casually as ever, and he looked shock. My legs carried me across the room as I fell into his arms. "Mike! I'm so glad you're here."
"Me to Zoey." He remarked, running a hand up and down my back and patting me assuredly. Some type of music could be heard in the background, but whatever it was from I wasn't sure. *A/N: Think of the Musical form that shell thing in Pokemon 2000. That's the music I'm thinking of.* "Zoey, could I take this dance with you?"
"Yes you can Mike! Gladly!" I wrapped my left hand in his right one as he snaked his other hand to my back, firmly, but not harshly, pressing against the small of my back. He pulled me close to him, and I'm guessing I smelt some type of deodorant as he began moving back and forth with the calm tunes from the musical symphony. Laying my head against his shoulder, I closed my eyes, never having felt so safe and so loved since I had been a little girl in my mother's arms.
All of our surroundings had dropped away, and it was more like we were dancing in a single spotlight in the center of a ballroom then in the middle of a musty cabin. Time was a luxury we had seemingly endless amounts of. Minutes seemed to drop into hours, hours into days.
"Zoey?"
I looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"I love you Zoey. I truly do. But I…I have to go now."
"I wish you didn't have to leave Mike. I wish you didn't have to go."
'didn't have to go'
'didn't have to go'
'didn't have to go'
My eyes shot open, and I found myself on my back, faint first rays of the sunlight pouring through the window. Had it all been a dream? Had I really been asleep…all night? "God…?" I asked to a god that I didn't believe in, but I knew Mike had. "Was that just a dream, or was it something more?"
-Dawn's POV-
The pieces of early morning sunlight went through the windows. I removed my hand form Mike's forehead, and rested the hand I had extended westward toward Zoey's location on the island. With a deep breath, I smiled. "Thanks little one."
The bird chirped, it's strength having help last me through the entire night. Secretly, I hoped that this would help strengthen their relationship in some way. Never before had I seen such a deep attraction, at least, not as deep as this. But boy, this tired me out. "Let's get to bed." I patted the blue jay on the forehead, heading toward my room, hoping to catch just a bit of sleep before everything else in nature was up.
So…how was that? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Just review with your opinions! This might be the last chapter, and then again it might not be. I'll make an official decision after the finale, because I'll probably write the final chapter then if I decide that this should go on. REVIEW!