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With Mal in exile, you'd think my dreams would go away. They didn't.

At least I was still in the cabin. Zoey lay in the bed across the cabin from me, sound asleep.

As usual, I heard Mal before I saw him. "I'm hiding in the dark, my teeth are razor sharp,

There's no escape from me, I want your soul, I want your heart...No one can hear you scream, maybe it's just a dream..." he sang from Skillet's song "Monster" (just switching pronouns).

He stopped singing. "Risky move, doll face, getting Sierra to exile me. You better hope the real me doesn't find out that it was all your idea."

I ignored that comment. "Looks like you've found a song that actually matches you. Congratulations, monster. Is Mike singing the right words to this song on the inside?" I scowled.

Mal appeared by my bed again. He leant down to whisper into my ear. "I've told you that you're not to speak to me with such little respect." he hissed into my ear. "I will own you, and when I do, I will not tolerate backtalk."

He paused, his eyes gliding over my roommate. "And for your information, despite what that little redhead may think, her boyfriend isn't coming back any time soon."

"I don't believe that!" I whispered, trying to sound confident. "Mike was able to take control last time. Push things too far and he can do it again."

Mal chuckled darkly. "You're not very good at following directions, are you, doll face? The real me is definitely going to have to put you in your place. And anyway, you said it yourself – Zoey in danger didn't bring Mike back, did it? He's never coming back." He locked eyes with me. "Watch yourself. Enjoy what freedom you have left. The season is more than half over, so I won't be waiting much longer."

I confided to Zoey about the dream I'd had, which made her look a little anxious for me. "Are you sure that your dreams mean anything?" she asked. "I mean, even if that Mal character is still part of Mike, it doesn't mean he's permanently in control."

"I'm telling you, Zoey, I know the differences between Mike and Mal better than you do!" I insisted. "I know you know Mike a lot better than I do, but you've never seen Mal, and I have. And Mike told me specifically that Mal has eyes like an insomniac. Take a look at his eyes today."

Zoey sighed. "Okay, okay. I know I don't want to believe it, but listen. I'll keep an eye on Mike and see if there's anything weird going on. Is that a good idea?"

I smiled a little. "That's as good as it can get. I just want you to be on your guard, Zoey, so if you are in danger because of him, you'll know it immediately."

Chris called us to the forest early that morning, ready for an obstacle course, and the last one there – Mal, since he was in exile – had to do fifty push-ups. That seemed easy enough. However, Chris' "Obsta-Kill Course", a harder version of the one from the TDI boot camp Chef did (that everyone had to do over and over until they could complete it in under a minute) was not. We had to go over the "Fun Tyres", then climb up a "rope slope", hopefully choosing a sturdy rope. Then there were the "snapping" monkey bars over a pond, and a sprint through the "duck and cover" zone. "Then, you're in for a real treat!"

Scott began to scoff at that. In reply, Chris made us all wear a heavy pack during our time on the course, and threatened a penalty for anyone who took it off.

At that moment, I saw Mal and Alejandro talking, and I crept closer to hear what they were saying. I just got there in time to hear Mal in the middle of what he was saying. "...or is it Al?" I grimaced as I heard Mal's real voice. Everyone else knew that Alejandro absolutely hated being called "Al", because it reminded him of Jose and being beaten at everything.

"Quite a warning coming from the guy who tampered with the votes." Alejandro replied smoothly.

Mal narrowed his eyes. "And you heard this from...but anyway, who's gonna believe you, the most manipulative player in Total Drama history?"

"True, I'm not known for being trustworthy." Alejandro said coolly. "And I'm fully aware that many people don't trust Bailey because they don't know her well. That is why I advised her to hide a DVD of evidence that she found, full of you at your shiftiest." He held up Mal by the front of his T-shirt. "Your hours here are numbered, pal. Or should I say...Mal."

Nonchalantly, Mal reached up, and I heard a sickening crack that I'd heard all those years ago, as Alejandro's wrist was broken. He'd just had the same thing happen to him that had happened to me.

"Wait!" the manipulative Spaniard said quickly. "My people have a saying: Burrosmuertos no hablan!"

"Dead donkeys don't talk?" Mal translated. And at that moment, I remembered that Burromuerto was also Alejandro's surname. Oh, wow. I kept the laughter away, while Chris was laughing at it more than anyone else.

"It's more poetic in Spanish." Alejandro said. "My point is, your secret is safe with me."

"But not so much with her." I heard Mal muttering. As Zoey came up, asking what he was doing, I approached Alejandro.

"What are you guys doing?" Zoey asked.

"Oh, Alejandro just tripped and I was just helping him up!" Mal said in his best "Mike" impression. He gave his best gap-toothed innocent smile as he let go of Alejandro. "You should really be more careful." Finally, he walked away, and I spoke to Alejandro.

"How could you tell him I saw it first?" I demanded. "I don't know if you realized this, but he's already planned to do a lot to me, and you probably just made it worse. And besides that, letting him know that you know who he is probably means the Flush of Shame for you!"

Alejandro smirked slyly. "Not necessarily. If we both vote for Mal tonight, we only need two more votes to seal the deal. You and I can tell Zoey, Sierra and Scott to vote him out."

Sadly, I wasn't sure that was going to work. I could already see Mal speaking rapidly to Zoey and I didn't doubt that she'd pass whatever he'd told her on to Sierra and Scott.

The course itself was a picnic compared to all the drama. Alejandro was trying to warn everyone about Mal, but got interrupted every time. Zoey and Mal, however, were telling everyone stuff about Alejandro.

So, the tyres basically had a ton of booby traps. Mal and Zoey were ahead. Then, they got to the rope slope, and Zoey fell off one of the ropes, but told Mal to go ahead. So by that time, I was just about level with Zoey. She was on a thin light rope. "Hey, are you allergic to dogs?" she asked.

I gave her a weird look. "That's kind of a weird question...but no."

Zoey smiled. "It's just that your rope is..."

I sniffed at it, and cringed. "Ew! Seriously?"

"I know, right?" Zoey chuckled, and I did too. "So gross!"

I shrugged. "At least it's sturdy. That red one looks like there's a part taken out of it that could break any time, and..." I pointed down to Scott, who was trying to climb a faulty electrical wire and getting electric shocks every five seconds.

Mal was currently in the lead, with Zoey and I right behind, and Scott and Sierra taking their time. Alejandro was almost last for a little while, but he soon passed Scott and Sierra, then Zoey and I, going straight for Mal on the snapping bars (named because of the turtles in the pond below, while Zoey and I crossed the bars at the top, avoiding the snapping turtles in the pond below..

And that's when it happened. Alejandro grabbed onto Mal.

"Let go of me!"

"Not without a fight."

And then, Mal gasped, and I recognized the lipstick and eyelashes, the high-pitched Russian accent.

I looked at Zoey. "What just happened?"

"Svetlana came out...but Mike said he couldn't access his other personalities." Zoey frowned. Then she smiled. "Oh well. That means he can't be Mal right now. If he...I guess, she, is Svetlana, he can't be anyone else!"

I didn't believe that. Svetlana disappeared in seconds, and Mal fell into the water, Alejandro taking the lead.

Zoey and Mal managed to get pretty far ahead of me, but I still beat Sierra and Scott.

The Duck and Cover zone meant basically that Chef shot leeches as everyone. Alejandro got hit several times, which gave Zoey the lead. Mal hung back for a while, but soon passed me.

And then, there was the zipline. Our packs had the ziplining equipment. Scott had ditched his pack, but everyone else got across, and the winner? Zoey, although I was close behind.

"Way to go, Zoey!" I heard Mal yelling.

That afternoon, before the eliminations, Mal came up to me and said pleasantly in his disguised voice "Hey, Bailey. Um, could I talk to you for a second? You know, alone?"

I stood my ground, and said "Sorry, Mike, but no." I looked around for a way out, and finally found one. A weak one, but better than nothing "I promised Sierra that she and I would have some girl time before elimination, and I can't let her down. Sorry again." And before he could answer, I ran over to Sierra and started asking her questions, trying to get her to talk about Coderra and everything she shipped.

I couldn't stop Alejandro from getting eliminated. "Awww, man..." he sighed.

"Gee, what a shame." Chris said. "Not really."

I spoke up. "Chris? I volunteer for exile."

Chris shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I don't care, knock yourself out." And Chef dragged me off to the island before I heard anything else. A Mal-free night may have been hazardous, but hey, at least he wasn't in it!

Oh, really, Bailey? What happens in the next chapter?

Next up: Ice-cream, alligators and two of Mal's targets becoming more and more alone.