Tatiana here with another update! In this chapter, the campers are pitted against each other in a high-stakes dodgeball game. Enjoy.
Morning of the third day. The window of the boy's cabin was open and a weird sound stirred Cyel out of his sleep. Since he wasn't well liked, the second generation millionaire's bunk was at the window where the morning sun would shine into. Cyel heard hushed voices and the sound of golf clubs hitting… something. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the rich brunette swung his legs to the floor and poked his head out of the window. To his horror, he saw Roland, Alecia and Geoffrey standing like caddies as Sam hit a rock off of HIS tee with HIS very expensive golf clubs. The teens watched the rock fly through the air and land in Lake Leech about a hundred yards away.
"Right where the fairway would be! Nice!" Geoffrey congratulated. Sam smirked, setting the golf club on her shoulder.
"Beat that Geoffrey." She remarked, holding out the club to the seventeen-year-old rebel.
"Oh I will. But not with THAT." Cyel watched as Geoffrey plucked his lucky golden golf putter from the bag. "I know it's not for the distance, but it's SHINY!"
With that, Geoffrey set a rock on the tee and wiggled his hips as he was about to swing.
"H-HEY!" Cyel roared, leaning out the window. The four teens turned around, looking like they'd done nothing wrong. Cyel was ready to explode. "YOU FOUR ARE DEAD!"
Then he stood, whacking his head on the window seal hard enough to knock shut the window. Sam, Alecia, Roland and Geoffrey snickered. Inside the cabin they heard Cyel fumbling and bumbling like a fish out of water. They all held in a loud laugh when the door flew open. The seventeen-year-old brunette rich kid looked… miffed. Cyel stomped out of the cabin in socks, boxers with green dollar signs and a nasty bed head.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"O! Cyel looked MAD! Here comes another trust fund meltdown!" Roland smiled at the camera. "This is so sweet! It was just like the universe gave me this opportunity to pull off the first prank of summer!" He gave two thumbs-up and grinned happily at the camera.
Static.
Marching up to Geoffrey, Cyel snatched the golf putter out of his hands. And if smoke could come out of his nose, it would have.
"You-…!" He shook his fist at the eighteen-year-old cowboy wearing hat. Though Geoffrey could easily twist Cyel into a pretzel, he simply backed away snickering.
Roland and Alecia laughed as they put away the golf clubs back into Cyel's golf bag.
"Good morning, Cyel!" Sam beamed, handing back the seventeen-year-old's club. Cyel grabbed it out of her hand and glared.
"YOU were behind this, weren't you?!" Cyel snarled, pointing a finger in Sam's face. The seventeen-year-old rebel shrugged.
"Actually it was Roland's idea. Nothing like a harmless prank on the camp idiot." She returned, her face going straight as she looked him in the eye. Cyel seethed as Sam looked down. "Hey… nice boxers."
With a laugh, Sam moved off toward the docks with Geoffrey, Alecia and Roland right behind her as Cyel blushed a little.
"You will hear from my lawyers, you four! Especially you, you blue-haired harpy!" Cyel shook his golf club as he watched the girl move off. "You surly, ill-mannered, crude, thinks-she's-all it, pretty-!"He paused, processing what had just come out of his mouth. 'Pretty'? Where in the HECK did THAT come from?! "I-I mean PETTY problem child! I wish to have nothing more to do with YOU!"
In the middle of his rant, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Whirling around, the spoiled brunette boy snarled.
"WHAT?!" Then Cyel's face fell to shock when he saw Chef Hatchet standing behind him, angry look on his all ready scary face. Hatchet tossed his thumb over his shoulder and Cyel saw that one of the mess hall's windows was broken. "What?! NO! It wasn't me! It was-!"
Chef Hatchet got a twitch in his eye. The seventeen-year-old rich kid looked pretty guilty, since a rock was launched through one of the mess hall's windows and HE was holding a golf club.
"You… are on morning grease-trap duty." The burly cook snarled, picking Cyel up by his boxers and carrying him to the mess hall.
Just out of sight, Roland, Geoffrey, Alecia and Sam high-fived each other as they watched Cyel take the fall for their little early morning golfing prank.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Well played, Sam. Well played." Cyel frowned deeply at the camera, arms crossed over his bare chest. "And I meant "petty"! NOT pretty!" He leaned toward the camera. "You'd have to be blind, dumb and utterly crazy to LIKE YOU!"
Static.
As the morning progressed, the campers all shuffled toward the mess hall, awaiting breakfast. Chef Hatchet was waiting for them, some crumby, poorly cooked oatmeal for the teens to eat. Geoffrey, Roland and Alecia came into the mess hall, laughing and joking like they'd known each other for years. Maverick and Amaryllis were all ready served and seated at a table. Mathias giggled like a fourteen-year-old fan-boy, grabbed his tray and basked in Chef Hatchet's awesomeness.
Grumbling under his breath, Hatchet peeled a ladleful of oatmeal out of the big stew pot he'd cooked it in.
In walked Yuko, Christina and Halona.
"Cats can't see the color red very well! Did you know that?!" Yuko rattled off another obscure pointer.
"Totally! Did you know some parrots have the intelligence of an eight-year-old?" Christina questioned. Yuko scoffed.
"Of course! Pirates were smart to keep parrots around so they can remember where they parked the ship when they drank too much rum!" The spaz with the silky auburn hair cheered.
Both Yuko and Christina laughed. Halona was smiling, listening patiently with her hands in her pants pockets as they walked into the mess hall.
Candy, Junpei and Damon walked in after them. The sixteen-year-old boy and seventeen-year-old were quietly listening to the curvy blonde-haired girl as she told them all about her social life back home.
Nathan walked in with Jared right on his tail. Clyde poked his head into the mess hall before making a quiet entrance.
Dominic gave a big yawn as he came through the door. Rubbing his eyes, obviously still asleep. Looking around as he got his tray, he saw Amaryllis smile at him. Dominic's face heated and he promptly looked away, holding his tray to the side of his face. Amaryllis quirked a brow but still maintained her smile. Man… he was cute when he was embarrassed.
Serinity and Erin walked in, both quiet as they meekly grabbed their trays, got their food and sat by Amaryllis, Halona, Maverick, Christina and Yuko.
Fiona snuck into the mess hall, knowing that Sam, Jared and Nathan were still steamed at her for tripping Yuko yesterday. But she didn't go unnoticed. Yuko's table went silent as they saw Fiona in for breakfast. Hanging her head and sighing, the supermodel grabbed her tray and food and sat at the opposite table.
Breakfast went on as usual but with Cyel and Sam missing.
"Why Ms. Sunshine, might I say that you look lovely today." Roland cooed across the table from his not-so-secret-crush Erin. The girl gripped her fork in a fist and glared.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"That Roland… is repulsive." Erin glowered at the camera, her dark brown eyes going black with anger. "He's nothing but a flirt!"
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"You call me sunshine one more time-…" Erin hissed, glaring at the eighteen-year-old boy through the tops of angry eyes. Roland looked insulted.
"But that's your name… Sunshine." He smiled. "I've made up nicknames for all the girls here!" Then he began pointing. "Candy Thighs." Candy. "Girl scout." Serinity. "Spitfire." Christina. "Malibu." Fiona. "Trouble." Alecia. "Bambi." Amaryllis. "Sparky." Yuko. "Bubbles." Halona "And my favorite… Sunshine."
Roland gave Erin a smitten stare.
""Sparky"?" Yuko overheard the conversation. "Why "Sparky"?"
"Because I'm pretty sure there is something short circuiting inside your head." Roland answered, not trying to be mean, just honest. Yuko stared long and hard at the boy before giggling gleefully.
Clyde snickered and that got him several looks from the other teens at the table. The sixteen year-old outcast sunk lower into his chair, trying to become invisible once again.
Suddenly the door swung open and a very steamed-looking Cyel stomped into the mess hall. Geoffrey, Alecia and Roland snickered on their oatmeal, thinking of the prank they pulled on him just minutes before. Cyel heard the hyenas still laughing at him and he shot them a glare.
"When you guys least expect it, I'll hit you will a prank of my own! Outstandingly YOU, Sam." He sneered, face red with anger. But then he didn't see the blue-haired rocker. Looking over his shoulder at the other table and around the mess hall, Cyel returned his eyes to Geoffrey, Alecia and Roland. "Hey! Where is that blue-haired harpy?!"
Everyone looked around. "Yeah..." Junpei said seeing a member of his team missing.
"Ya miss her all ready?" Alecia flicked a forkful of oatmeal at the seventeen-year-old rich kid. Cyel dodged the oatmeal as his face heated. "We all heard the "pretty" comment you gave Sam just before we left, Cyel."
"DID NOT!" Cyel fumed stomping his foot as his face got redder.
The other kids groaned in disgust or wolf-calls.
"He's in denial!" Roland threw his hands in the air.
"Ew." Serinity scrunched her nose in disgust.
"Lucky girl." Sarcastic Fiona made a disgusted face.
"Shut up!" Cyel snarled at the other kids, face too red to ignore. "That Sam is THE most angering girl on the face of the earth! And I would sooner have a root canal without painkillers than develop feelings for that REJECT!"
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Yeah… He digs her." Geoffrey smirked at the camera. Then he fought off a loud laugh. "I feel really bad for Sam right now. Cyel-and-Sam-sitting-in-a-tree!"
Static.
As Cyel argued with Roland and Alecia, the other kids got sick. This morning's breakfast was even more disgusting now.
"Anyone know what the challenge for today will be?" Halona poked at her oatmeal with her fork.
"My best guess is a twisted game of dodgeball." Maverick replied trying to pull his spoon out of the very sticky oatmeal. "So far we've been put through the same indecency as the first Total Drama Islanders."
Then all the campers heard a clap from the mess hall's door.
"Good morning campers! I see you've all enjoyed Chef Hatchet's famous oatmeal breakfast." It was Chris McClean, his teeth immaculately white and hair perfectly combed. The campers quieted as Chris stepped in front of them. "The participation of yesterday's challenge is to be commended. But last night's victory went to the Tasmanian Devils! Congrats to our favorite rodents."
Then the TV host noticed a camper was missing, one in particular.
"Where's Sam?"
The campers shrugged.
"Sam should be around here somewhere." Nathan stated. Chris sighed.
"I'll tell you teens today's challenge after ALL the campers are present. Excuse me." With that the TV host walked into the kitchen. Seconds later they heard Chris's voice over the camp's speaker system. "Will Samantha Turner please report to the mess hall immediately. We will give you two minutes and then we will release Chef Hatchet to hunt you down."
The teens in the mess hall glanced at each other.
"Her name is Samantha?" Damon whispered to Junpei. The boy shrugged.
Then they saw Chris walk back out into the main room.
"THAT'LL get her to come running." Chris smiled. "Chef Hatchet needs an excuse to use both his military tracking training and his knife expertise once in a while."
The campers' faces paled.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"There's penalties for not being the mess hall when Chris announces the upcoming challenge?" Amaryllis looked at the camera screen. "He'll send that scary Chef Hatchet guy after you? If that's the case, I'm sleeping in here."
Static.
"Now where is Samantha?" Speaking of the devil. In walked the seventeen-year-old blue-haired rebel, mulling on a toothpick. "Samantha! I'm SO happy you can join us." Chris sarcastically smiled.
The girl smirked at him. "It's SAM." She flicked her toothpick to the ground and sat beside Clyde.
Chris sighed and got to the point.
"Now that every one of you campers is present, I will divulge today's big challenge. This challenge will be better than yesterday's… IF that's even possible." Chris laughed at his joke but the campers rolled their eyes. Clearing his throat, the TV host rocked back on his heels. "Back by popular demand, the fans would like to see t he new campers fight it out in another high-stakes dodgeball game!"
Most of the campers cheered. "All RIIIIIGHT!" Damon cheered. "I rule at dodge-ball!"
"But unlike yesterday's challenge, today the losers will face a Campfire Ceremony where one of you will have to get voted off." Chris continued. "Nothing like a little fire under your butt to make friends turn on friends, huh?" He laughed lightly. "Now let us mosey on over to the dodge-ball court!"
About two minutes later the Tasmanian Devils and the Electric Eels were looking at each other from opposite sides of an old tennis court.
"All right campers, you all know the rules of Dodgebrawl." Chris squeezed a red dodgeball in his hands. "You get hit, you're out. You catch a ball, the thrower's out and you get to pick a member of your team to come back. The first team to knock out all of their opponents is the winner! Now enough of the sultry sound my voice, let's get it on! Your honorable Chef Hatchet presides as ref."
The Devils huddled up.
"All right. Who's good at throwing?" Maverick questioned. Raising his hand he saw that Roland, Yuko, Fiona, Junpei and surprisingly Mathias raised his hand. Maverick cocked a brow. "Mathias? You can throw?"
"I'm the best dodge-ball player at my school." Mathias nodded.
"You better be." Christina threatened. "Because we can't lose this one! It means that one of us is getting the shaft tonight and it ain't gonna be me."
The other teens frowned at her threat to Mathias but nodded in agreement.
"I agree. We need to hit hard and fast. Anyone familiar with the dodgeball variation of Bombardment?" Maverick questioned. Most of the team got wicked smiles on their faces as they nodded. "Good. Sam, Yuko, Fiona, Roland and Nathan. You five are our catching team. Catch as many balls as you can while Serinity, Christina, Junpei, Mathias and I will bombard them with the balls that you catch. Everyone good on the game plan?" They all nodded. "Break!"
Meanwhile across the court the Electric Eels were having a hard time focusing.
"C'mon guys!" Dominic pleaded as Cyel and Geoffrey refused to speak to each other and Erin and Clyde sat alone at the bench looking very nervous. "We need to pull a team effort! I don't want to see the campfire tonight!"
Amaryllis agreed with Dominic.
"Let's just TRY okay?" The girl desperately tried to pull her team together. Still nothing.
Groaning Dominic and Amaryllis looked at each other. They might as well pick someone to vote off tonight because they were definitely going to be at the Campfire Ceremony.
"Listen UP MAGGOTS!" Then they heard the shrill voice of Cyel. Looking up they saw the gangly seventeen-year-old rich kid tying a bandana around his head, Rambo style. "You WILL get it together! Today's victory is OURS. The only question is… HOW soon can we taste it?!"
The other teens blinked. They knew Cyel to be a spoiled brat but they never saw this Rambo-leader side of him.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Holy chips and salsa." Halona blinked at the camera. "Who knew Cyel was some sort of Stallone Commando Dodgeball Leader? With his shrillness, the Eels could pull this off."
Static.
"We are the Electric Eels but that DOESN'T mean that we will go out in a fiery ball of flames! WHO'S WITH ME?!" Cyel called into the air. Surprised but still stirred to action, the Electric Eels raised their fists and cheered.
Then they heard laughing from the other side of the court.
"Wow, Cyel. Was that your big boy voice?" Sam shot at the seventeen-year-old rich kid, casually spinning a dodgeball on her finger. Cyel snarled.
"YOU and the Devils are going DOWN, harpy!" The boy gestured stomping up to the court divider line. Sam scoffed.
"Tonight… I will be accepting YOUR apology." She returned smiling at him. Cyel growled even louder as the Devils snickered amongst themselves.
Cut to Outhouse Confessional.
"Sam can sure get on Cyel's nerves." Dominic chuckled at the camera as flies buzzed around his head. "If she keeps that up, he'll be so distracted that he'll be peeling dodgeball rubber off of his face for the rest of the summer." Then his face fell. "I just hope we win. I don't want anyone voted off or hurt. Especially Amaryllis."
Static.
Chris raised his arms.
"Dodgeballs at the center of the court, please." He instructed. The red rubber projectiles were placed on the center line. "On three campers… One…"
The court was still, almost as still as a western street gearing up for a shootout.
"Two…" Chris dragged on his counting as he watched the teens stiffen and ready to race toward the balls. "THREE! BEGIN!"
And like racehorses out of the starting gate, the teens flew toward the dodgeballs. Red rubber went flying in all directions. Chef Hatchet blew his whistle non-stop as teen after teen was benched.
Finally Maverick, Junpei, Mathias, Christina and Serinity were left on the Devils' side. Clyde and Amaryllis were all that where left on the Eels.
"Easy outs!" The Devils chanted from their bench as the Eels looked very, very nervous.
Maverick smirked at the two underdogs as Mathias cranked back his arm to throw his first ball. Putting all he had into that throw, the sixteen-year-old meant to hit Clyde with it but instead, it flew out of his hands and beaned Christina behind him. Feeling the sting of rubber on her face, Christina fumed.
"Why you little FREAK!" She snarled and threw the ball she was holding. It hit Mathias right in the face and was enough to knock him down. "HA! Take THAT-!" Smack! Christina was hit with Clyde's ball.
Hatchet blew his whistle as Maverick, Junpei, Serinity and Sam rushed to Mathia's side.
"Foul and two out!" The brawny chef called out. Christina fumed and stomped over to the bench.
Mathias was still on his back, holding his face.
"You all right Mathias?" Sam questioned, looking genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, dude. What's the damage?" Junpei asked. Mathias blinked and moved his hands from his face. A steady trickle of blood was coming from his nose.
The other campers shot Christina a glare.
"Time out! We have an injury!" Serinity called over to Chris. As Maverick and Sam helped Mathias to his feet Junpei grabbed some tissues from his pants pocket.
"Here, dude. Take five." Junpei handed Mathias a wad of tissue.
Helping the sixteen-year-old boy with short, messy red hair to the bench Sam shot Christina a venom glare. Shaking their heads, the remaining Devils looked back at Chris and nodded.
"Time in!" Chef Hatchet blew his whistle.
Maverick smirked at Amaryllis and Clyde.
"Sorry dudes, but you know the rules of Bombardment." Maverick cranked back his arm. He threw the dodgeball with all his might and it speeded toward Clyde.
WHAM! The sixteen-year-old boy with the emo haircut got the ball in the chest as he was launched off of his feet. For a second everything fell still as everyone watched Clyde roll to his side. He had CAUGHT Maverick's ball! The Eels cheered, Maverick gasped and Chef Hatchet blew his whistle.
"You're out! Hit the bench, son." The chef pointed to the bench. Maverick walked over to the bench, eyeing Junpei and Serinity.
At that moment Junpei threw his ball. Serinity was a sitting duck. But just before the ball hit her, Junpei jumped into its path, saving her but getting hit in the crotch.
"You're out!" Hatchet gestured. Junpei was helped back to the bench since he was unable to walk due to the blinding pain in his… tenders. Serinity was all who's left.
The gentle black-haired girl had no dodgeball in her hands and was defenseless. By that time Clyde had gotten to his feet, dodgeball in his hands, dazed from catching Maverick's rock hard hit. Then his foot hit a puddle of motor oil. The slick oil coated his shoes and the sixteen-year-old went sliding around the court.
As fate would have it, the ball soared and hit Serinity in the arm. Again the court fell into a stunned silence. Chef Hatchet then blew his whistle.
"You're OUT! Marmots win." That's when everything registered. The Electric Eels jumped off of the bench and raced out into the court. Clyde was swarmed by his team, getting hugs from all the girls, notably Alecia.
"WOO! DUMB LUCK ROCKS!" Cyel shouted. Then he turned his sea blue eyes back over to the defeated Tasmanian Devils, namely, Sam. "I want an apology in writing, sweetheart!"
The rich kid stiffened, another wrong word coming out of his mouth. But whether Howard knew it or not that fluky word sent an angry look to Sam's face. He had succeeded in getting her goat. The girl balled a fist and stalked toward the boy, the first outwardly hostile thing she did since she came to the island. Thankfully, for Cyel's sake, Chris stepped in front of her.
"Devils… I will see you tonight at the Campfire Ceremony." The TV host said with a straight face. Then he looked at Mathias. "Mathias, bro; you might want to get that checked out at the first-aid tent."
Later that night, the Devils were called around the campfire. All marshmallows were handed out besides one. Christina and Mathias were left and watching Chris intently.
"Mathias, Chrissie; it's come down to this." Chris continued to build up the angst. "Mathias, you built up your teams hopes by saying you were the best dodgeball player in your school. Well, I don't know where you attend school at but if you're their best, I'd hate to see their worst." Mathias hung his head. "Christina, you've got anger problems girl. Hitting one of your own… That's not cool. But the campers have spoken and the person to go home this evening is…"
The camera zoomed in on Mathias and Christina and then to the marshmallow in Chris's hand. And the TV host tossed the marshmallow and it landed in Mathia's hands.
"Christina." Chris's face was straight, showing that HE didn't even approve of her temper tantrum against Mathias. "Pack up your stuff and get outta here."
Christina frowned, her eyes suddenly matching her black hair. "Bu-But DADDY!" Christina whined. "No buts."
"FINE! Who needs this?! I'm better off back home ANYWAY!" The girl got up and walked out of the campfire circle.
Mathias approached his team, glancing at his marshmallow and the other kids. All of them held kind smiles on their faces.
Cut to Outhouse Confessionals.
" I liked her but now! Dude, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Sam fumed at the camera. "The ball slipped out of his hand! Christina overreacted and now she's gone! Good riddance."
Static.
"That was very mean of Christina, making Mathia's nose bleed." Serinity shook her head. "It was an accident. But Junpei was very kind. He even took a ball for me." Serinity looked off, sighing dreamily.
Static.
So? What do you think? CHRISTINA, DON'T HATE ME. Remember to leave the "confessionals" in the reviews. I'll update this Saturday. (:
*Sigh* I know The Devils lost, again. But don't worry, I have a great idea. Please be patient my pretties.