Chapter 2: A Mild Incident With a Bazooka
Thanks to GothicChevy for writing part of this and giving me inspiration. Oh, and the reason Laila is wearing a tux is because Laila is me and I hate dresses. And yes, Seek and Destroy was the song I listened to while writing this. It's shorter than the last chapter, but who cares?
Chris stood on the Dock of Shame, smiling, yet again, sociopathically. In the background, Laila was trying to fix the intercom with a blowtorch, but was failing.
"Last time on Total Drama Island." Chris began.
"Season 2!" Laila interrupted. She was standing on a ladder, and the blowtorch was lying on the ground.
"The campers arrived, and we discovered there were already some crushes forming." The screen cut to Zach, who was staring at Colette, all the guys who had been watching Jane, and, of course, Vanesa stalking Dante with a giant smile on her face. The screen cut back to Chris.
"And we found Laila is horrible at counting." The screen cut to a camera in the production studio, where Laila was giving her "37?" rant.
"We also found we're trapped on an island with a sociopathic pyromaniac." The screen cut to another camera in the production studio, where Gabby was throwing fireworks at a severely injured Sebastian, and then to another shot of Gabby knocking Sebastian out with a telephone. The screen cut back to Chris.
"What will happen this time? Who will go completely insane? Will Laila ever stop yelling on the intercom? Will Gabby stop being insane? And what will happen with the 37 campers? Find out this time on Total. Drama. Island!" Chris screamed with emphasis.
"Season 2!" Laila added. The intercom fell off the post, hitting Laila on the head and causing her to fall off the ladder. Several beeps were heard, along with random screaming in Spanish.
The Awesome Theme Song Sequence I Worked Very Hard On Plays. If you don't know what this is, read the last chapter!
The lake had been placid. Vanesa and Krm had walked down to it, and were sitting on the dock, talking about what they thought of the island. Suddenly, a very large yacht pulled up out of nowhere.
"Yay! The suitcases are here! My guitar!" Vanesa screamed, bringing all the campers running.
"My bazooka!" Krm yelled at about the same time.
"All my Japanese weapons and stuff!" Vanesa added.
"Can you two stop screaming about what's in there and help me get my car out of here?" Dante asked. Vanesa shook her head.
The door to the yacht opened and an 18-year-old who looked extremely similar to Dante got out.
"Let's welcome Tommy! You all may know, him, however, as GothicChevy. And from what I heard, he's distantly related to Dante. He's going to be the assistant chef! And the one to make sure nothing's dangerous. But if any microwaves explode…" Laila announced, over a newly fixed intercom. Tommy waved to everyone.
After about 30 minutes, which included some injuries and several rants in Japanese and Spanish, everybody got their suitcases, Dante got his car (somehow), and Vanesa got her guitar and Japanese Weapons. Krm was currently trying to figure out why her bazooka wasn't working.
Dante smiled a bit as he drove the white Chevy next to the boys' cabin of his team. Terry looked at the docile looking muscle car and gave Dante a weird look as he went to get his luggage from the trunk.
"See something ya like?" Dante asked, wiggling his ass in a tease, jokingly.
"No… Just… Why obsess over this one specific car?" Terry said, blushing at Dante's assumption.
"It's… complicated and extremely personal." Dante said, avoiding answering the ghetto Blonde.
"Oooh… Just how personal?" Vanesa, still stalking Dante, asked. Dante moved her towards the rear of the car and reached in his pocket for something. The trunk popped open, giving Vanesa an uppercut to the jaw with the trunk lid.
A missile shot by, barely missing Dante's car.
"I got it working!" Krm shouted triumphantly, holding bazooka, as Dante launched himself at her with a look that could kill.
Vanesa stood, rubbing her jaw and mumbling angrily in Japanese. Dante, who had gotten a hold of a tree branch, was now chasing Krm. Krm was backing away, holding her bazooka threateningly.
"Don't kill me! It was the bazooka's fault!" Krm screamed. Dante continued chasing her, and Krm eventually gave up, screamed, dropped the bazooka, and ran away. Unfortunately, since she wasn't looking where she was going, she ran off the dock and fell into the water.
Meanwhile, in the Production Studio
Laila lay on the floor, laughing and pounding the ground, struggling to stand up. Sebastian looked at her in confusion and Gabby just shook her head.
Back at the Camp
Colette walked out of her cabin, looking at the ground, careful not to step on anything. Zach, coming out at almost the same time, decided that it would be a perfect time to try and talk to her.
"Hey Colette!" he shouted, jumping onto the ground next to her. Colette jumped, startled, and said something in rapid French. Zach just smiled; not realizing yet that she had just called him a crazy stalker psychopath. As Colette walked away, Zach suddenly translated what she had said.
"Hey, I am not a crazy stalker psychopath!" he screamed as Colette just walked away.
"Attention campers. Please report to the mess hall for the rules and instructions. No questions asked." Laila suddenly came over the intercom.
"But why? We just got here!" Allister asked from where he was standing.
"I said no questions! Now get over to the mess hall before I kill you!" Laila screamed. Everybody rushed to the mess hall. It had been somewhat refurbished over the year. There was white and black tiles on the floor, the walls were painted red, and there were 3 tables, each with tiny statues on them. One had a red chicken that appeared to be on fire, one had a blue armadillo that was foaming at the mouth, and one had a purple marmoset holding two machetes. Near the front of the cafeteria stood six people: Laila, now wearing a tux for unknown reasons; Gabby, dressed in her usual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt; Sebastian, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, still covered in bandages and leaning on crutches; Tommy, wearing black chained jeans and a Death Note t-shirt, along with a chef's hat; Chris, wearing his typical khaki jeans and blue buttoned down shirt; and Chef, wearing…was that an army uniform?
The three teams sat down at their corresponding tables. Chris stepped forward, despite Laila trying to stop him.
"Welcome, one and all, to Camp Wawanakwa!" Chris began. Laila rolled her eyes and mumbled something about changing the name. Chris gave her a death glare.
"Anyway, before we get started with any challenges, we have to lay down some rules." He said. Laila pushed him out of the way and stepped forward.
"First, nobody touches the intercom or they will be kicked off the show immediately, without warning." She shouted. Gabby dragged her back.
"Second, people must stay in their assigned cabins. This means that no members from another team can go into another team's cabin. That is how people get hurt." Chris said. He heard several groans from both the guys and girls. "Third, nobody can leave the island, and nobody can come back on unless we say. Once voted off, you will stay at a very nice 5-star hotel in Ontario, which we have rented out especially for the show. There you will be able to watch what goes on via one of our private screening rooms." There was mixed reactions from the crowd. "Fourth, the team with the lowest amount of points at the end of the challenge will choose 6 people to be immune, and the rest will vote each other off." More mixed reactions. "The confession cam is available if you want to say anything at all." No reaction. "At the end of the challenge, that night, the losers will meet at the campfire. There, they will receive a marshmallow. The camper that does not receive a marshmallow will walk the Dock of Shame to the Boat of Losers. They can never return. Ever. Unless we say." Chris finished. Laila had long since gotten bored, and was leaning against the wall, listening to her iPod.
"Laila, anything else to add?" Chris asked, looking at the bored 13-year-old. When he got no response, he pulled the earphones out of her ears, grabbed an airhorn, and blew it in her ear. She jolted awake.
"No, Chris, I don't have anything to add. And I was listening to a very nice song before you woke me up." She said angrily.
"What were you listening to?" someone in the group of people asked. Laila paused and looked at the iPod screen.
"Metallica, Seek and Destroy." She said, smiling. Several people's eyes grew wide, and a few began to move back as far away as they could.
"Tell them the first challenge!" Chef yelled suddenly. Chris smiled sadistically.
"It's a 'Survival of the Fittest' challenge, and you could die!" Chris seemed a bit overeager.
"What is it?" Someone yelled.
Chris pointed to a 54" Sony Bravia Plasma Screen TV. There it showed several weight-lifting sets.
"And everybody has to do it!"
oOo
Me: (Sitting on a chair, eating popcorn.)
Gabby: Weight lifting? Seriously? Are you that desperate?
Me: Hey, you try coming up with something while listening to a very long lecture. But seriously, some of these kids could probably bench press 200 pounds.
Sebastian: Laila, just wondering, when are you taking that picture of me off Photobucket?
Me: Oh yeah! I got this really stupid looking picture of Sebastian with a plastic sword! It's on Photobucket! Just copy and paste the link at the bottom of the page. And Sebastian, stop being so embarrassed by it. I had to show the class! It could be worse. It could be a YouTube video of you at Seussical at the last performance. Anyway, here's the link. Remember to review!
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