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Jo and Heather wouldn't shut up when we got to the cabins. They just kept arguing. "Thanks again for blowing the challenge, Jo. " Heather scowled.

"Me? You were the one who wasted time arguing instead of digging!"

"I wouldn't have needed to argue if everyone just did what I told them to do! I'm the one with the most experience on this team!"

Gwen spoke up. "It's everyone's fault for not working together as a team! Now cram it, I am trying to sleep!"

I scowled at the two arguing girls. "And neither of you are good leaders, anyway. Heather, you got locked in the fridge for being too bossy. Jo, there's a reason most of the fans thought Brick was better than you as a leader. If anyone on this team was a good leader previously, I'm looking to Alejandro. At least he's a team player at times, even when he's not playing leader." Yeah, despite the problems Team Chris Is Really Really Really Really Hot (yes, that was the name of Alejandro's team in World Tour...Sierra suggested the name) had, Alejandro's leadership was top-notch. Everyone knew what they were doing, and he never seemed too domineering.

Being in the cabin with three girls didn't stop my nightmares coming back. Again. Seriously, couldn't they leave me alone?

"I promised I'd be back, didn't I?" that voice asked. I was lying in one of the bunks (Heather had the top one), and although I couldn't see his face properly, Mal's silhouette and voice was unmistakable. "Recognize me at the campfire pit, doll face? I must say, now I understand what Mike sees in Zoey. She's very cute, in a disgustingly innocent kind of way." His smirk darkened. "The kind of 'cute' that I love to break." He reached down and squeezed my shoulder, painfully. "But don't worry, doll face, you're still my favourite."

"Get your hands off me!" I said fiercely. "If this is a dream, how can I feel that?"

Mal shrugged. "Are you sure it's a dream? How do you know I didn't just take control while Mike was asleep and slip into the cabins?"

"You didn't!" I whispered. I looked over at the opposite pair of bunks. It looked real – but neither girl had woken up from this.

I looked up at Mal again. "Are you a nightmare creature? Like as in Elm Street?"

Mal laughed. "I wish. Then I could visit you and Zoey in the same night. And if I was, I would have taken you already. As it is, you're still wearing pyjamas." He scowled. "I suppose you're just drawing on your memories of me, because you know I'm coming back, and I'm saying these things because that's what I would say to you in real life." He smirked. "You can always tell the real me all these things – see if your mind got me right."

He leaned down to look me in the eye, seriously. "Just remember, Bailey. Breathe one word about me to Zoey or anyone on your team, and I'll make sure you don't leave this island alive."

I knew that he was serious when he used my real name. But still...would I do it? Would I keep quiet?

That was all I remembered from my dream, but it was enough. I still didn't say a word to anyone about it, though. How could I, when I wasn't even sure of it myself?

In the morning, Chris called us all to the forest. I walked with Duncan, although we didn't really talk. Eventually, Gwen joined us, but she was giving me a suspicious look. It was true that Duncan had hung out with me more than with her, but while I was still a bit attracted to him, I wasn't going to interfere. I liked Gwen. If it had been Courtney...yeah, but I wasn't going to let Gwen get hurt the same way. She wouldn't turn into a psycho like Courtney did, but I knew that when she hurt, she hurt immensely, although she didn't always show it.

Alejandro also said something to Gwen. Something like "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't leave you in any doubt of how important you were to me, compared to anyone else. Just something to consider." So he was trying to stir things up? Again? I should've known.

"At ease, soldiers!" Chris said as we got to the clearing. "Let's welcome back exiled hamster, Sam!" The poor guy still looked a bit wobbly, and half his shirt was torn, but at least he was alive.

"Hey, Sam." Zoey said. "How was exile?"

"Apart from the blinding hunger and bear attacks, pretty good actually." Sam replied, trying to seem optimistic. Then he collapsed, and his team ran over to him, all five of them offering breakfast items they'd brought with them from the hotel. Lindsay had even tried to sneak him some orange juice. "I was going to hide the glass in my pocket, but I don't have any, so I put it into those adorable little jam jars!" I heard her explaining.

Chris said that this was the war movie challenge from the second season, but it sounded more like the paintball deer hunting challenge from the first. There were two boxes in the heart of the forest – one with state-of-the-art paintball guns, the other with slingshots. The team that got there first got their pick of the boxes. Then we had to pick off people on the other team. The losing team was the one that had all their members shot.

"Paintball again?" Duncan said. "Oh, original. What a twist." I nudged him, annoyed. No one wanted Chris to make this challenge any harder.
But it turned out he already had. "Oh yeah, that. One of the conditions of my parole is that I can't use or be around hard projectiles like paintballs. So instead, you'll be using leeches!"

Gross! All of us agreed.

The Heroes got a headstart to the boxes. I could hear them yelling things like "yes" and "go team" and even "for Cody" from Sierra.

"Know who could outrace the Hamsters even with a headstart?" Heather scowled. "Lightning! Way to ruin everything, Jo!"

"We all voted him off, remember?"

"We may not need to worry." Alejandro said, pointing over at Sam, who was struggling to run. Sierra and Mike had to run back.

Gwen gave a sigh. "Now that's teamwork."

Heather instantly changed her tune. "Yeah! Work together now, crush each other later."

"Like you and Jo have, you mean?" I said. "Seems more like you're doing both at the same time."

Heather shot a death glare at me, and then turned back to Gwen, saying something else about teamwork.

I grinned at the guys. "I just got a death glare." I said brightly. "Congratulate me, Heather now knows I exist." The boys looked at me blankly, and I explained "The way I see it, Heather's signature death glare is the only sure way to know that she thinks my existence is worth acknowledging. I mean, how many of you got that as the first recognition of your existence to her?"

Duncan grinned. "I didn't."

I laughed. "The first thing she did was to tell you to drop dead. Sounds like the verbal equivalent to me."

It was Gwen's idea to take another path to cut the Heroes off. Now some of the team was really trying to make out that they were into teamwork, the same way Gwen was.

"Go Vultures!" Alejandro called.

"Yes we can!" cheered Jo. I saw through all of them.

But we did get to the biggest crate first, packed with guns and even a cannon.

"I'll take the cannon!" Jo, Heather, Duncan, Scott and I all chorused. "No, I'll take the cannon!" we snapped at each other.

Alejandro spoke up. "We use it as a team. Right, Gwen?"

"Yeah, obviously!" Heather said quickly.

"That's what I was going to say!" Jo said quickly. "Go team!" I sighed. At least I didn't make up stuff. And they were being so transparent. I mean, Alejandro was the only one who was believable, while Jo and Heather were only acting team-y when they knew Gwen was watching.

"You guys are right!" Gwen said happily. "We need to stop attacking each other and start attacking the other guys. Fire the cannon!"

We hit a cameraman. I decided to stick to the gun after that, but we were still all sticking together.
"We're easy targets like this." Gwen complained. "Maybe we should ditch the cannon."

"No way!" Jo argued. "I haven't even had a turn to fire it yet!" She caressed the barrel of the cannon. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

I burst out laughing at the sight of the girl with the heart of stone hugging the cannon.

Gwen gave her a weird look. "Okay...then we should split up."

Of course, instantly, Alejandro, Heather and Jo started arguing over whoever got to go with Gwen, so I made a run for it, going it alone. Chris kept me up to date, though. Within two minutes, Alejandro, Scott and Heather were already out. Zoey got Alejandro ("Sorry...but not totally!"), Jo accidentally hit Scott with the cannon, and Mike shot Heather.

By the time I was caught, though, I only heard the twang of an elastic band and felt a pressure on the back of my shirt. Then I turned to see Mike, who gave a sheepish wave and dashed off before I could shoot him.

In fact, the only people who survived the game unscathed were Zoey and Mike. Jo managed to shoot Sierra and Sam, Lindsay accidentally turned the slingshot the wrong way and shot herself, and after Cameron got Duncan, Gwen got him.

But it didn't matter who got who, because we were going to elimination again. The Heroes were sitting in the peanut gallery, talking. Apparently, someone had broken Sam's game console.

"Who would do such a thing?" wondered Sierra.

"I know, right?" Mike said in a nervous tone. "It's so totally unexplainable!" Again, I wondered what was going on. Breaking someone's stuff for kicks sounds just like something Mal would do. But it was Mike talking – I could tell, because there were no marks around his eyes.

"Who do you think's going home?" Sierra asked Cameron. "My money's on Jo." She was probably right. I'd voted for her.

"Unless she can convince them-" Cameron began.

"To cut Heather!" they chorused.

Sierra smiled. "Oh, Cameron, we do think alike, don't we?" she gushed. "Do you think it's possible to have two BFFs? I mean, I'm still waiting for Cody to come around and say he'll become my BBF – Best Boyfriend Forever, but right now, we're BFFs, and now..." she smiled again. "I really want to be BFFs with you, too, Cameron." She gave him a hug.

"Um...sure, Sierra, but..." Cameron managed to gasp out, "I can't...breathe..."

"Oh, sorry!" Sierra said, releasing Cameron. "That's just something I tend to do. Don't worry, I won't do it any more if you don't want me to."

Chris called for the exile volunteer.
"I'll do it!" Sierra called out. "I'm not afraid of a few wild animals!" And she walked away, herded by Chef, while her team wished her luck.

Chris called out our names as usual as he tossed our marshmallows to us. Finally, there were two left. "Heather and Jo, you're on the edge. Heather for being a pain in the kiester, and Jo for being a pain in the kiester, who also took out her own teammate in today's challenge." Yeah, that was what had clinched it. I couldn't stand either girl, but ultimately, Heather was less of a liability. She'd done well in every season previously. I mean, Jo had, too, but Heather was more of a sure bet, since I'd seen her in three seasons, and Jo only in one. Plus Heather had made it to the final three twice! And won a season.

"He should've ducked!" Jo protested. But who cared what Scott should've done? Jo was gone. "What?" she demanded. "Are you all nuts?"

"But, before we get flushing," Chris said. "I wanna do a little reshuffling. I've been rethinking my decisions, and there's a Villainous Vulture who just isn't villainous enough for my tastes. But I need to keep things fair, so I've decided to switch a Hamster with this Vulture. And no hard feelings, Hamsters – you're all pretty heroic. Believe me, it was not easy to make the choice of who to switch. But anyway, pack your bags and switch your teams..."

I wondered who he was talking about. Would I stay on the Villainous Vultures? Who would be moving?

"...Gwen and Lindsay!"

I gasped. No surprise about Gwen, of course not. Her face lit up as she went to join her new team. But Chris had chosen Lindsay to join us? To be honest, I wanted to know if he was nuts. Poor Lindsay.

"Does this mean I have to start acting like a villain?" she asked. "I don't wanna be mean like Heather!"

Chris laughed sadistically. "If you want to, be my guest."

I put my arm around Lindsay as we walked to the cabins. "Hey, welcome." I said. "In case you don't remember, I'm Bailey. Don't worry, not all of us are that mean. You don't have to act like Heather. And Alejandro, Duncan and Scott are all on our team. You know Duncan and Alejandro, right?"

"Yeah..." Lindsay said slowly. She frowned. "I don't like Jalapeno. He tried to kill someone in a challenge, I remember." She paused. "Duncan's okay. I think." She looked at me. "Bailey, did you say? Can I trust you?"

I almost laughed. "Sure you can trust me, Lindsay. I'm one of the nicer villains."

So..what do you think? I know a lot of people thought that Duncan didn't deserve to be on the Heroes' team, so now Gwen is, and he isn't! I know, Lindsay doesn't deserve to be a Villain, but sorry, I needed someone to switch with her, and she was the only one left that I could afford to take out.

Next chapter: Lindsay is annoying, pancakes and an amicable break-up.