Remembering the Fallen:
Total Drama Holocaust
A Remembrance of the Holocaust Survivors
A/N: This story is mature for sexual themes, violence, and drugs. Do not read this story of you hate World War 2 and the Jewish Religion
A/N: Hello! Hope everyone is having a having a happy New Year! 2010 promises to have more frequent updates, and even maybe an abridged series with one of my friends! (yes it will be comedy. I'm getting a little sick of action and adventure, personally)
Duncan's Pov
"It's a real body, alright." Noah says examining it.
"But is it really who it looks like?" Gwen asks.
The face wasn't recognizable, the body was burnt, and it was missing a leg. It was a girl. You could tell by it's... upper torso. Just never mind.
"Could it be Heather?" Gwen ask's.
"The big bad bitch?" Geoff say's.
"It's possible" Noah tells us. "Almost as likely it could be a civilian. Or anyone for that matter. I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's probably not her. But you never know."
Before we can go back into position, a search light is turned on, followed by a siren.
"Shit!" Geoff says starting to run. "We've been found!"
As the light turn's on, I notice all the Bouncing Betty's (motion activated explosives) they have placed around the forest.
"If they went off" say's Cody "shouldn't we be dead?"
"It's possible there was no explosive in it." I say. "And the motion detective part informed the bunker we we're here."
"We're screwed aren't we?" Cody ask's.
"We're not done TILL it's done. Got it?" I tell him, stopping, grabbing him, and stopping him.
All the sudden everything stop's. The light's gone, the sound off, and only one person blocking are path.
"Have we met?" she asks, her hair flowing in the night.
"Is that... her?" Cody asks
"Yes. We have. More then once. But if you don't remember me, I'm Duncan."
"Oh. You're one of those dirty little Jew's that escaped into my camp, and acted as guards, now aren't you?" Heather asks stepping twoards me.
"Maybe." I tell her.
"I should have killed you while you were in my GRASPS!" She says taking out a Magnum.
Before she can fire, I kick the gun out of her hand, tackle her to the ground, and put my Colt to her head.
"You don't deserve a death with a pistol." I see putting it away, and taking out the Russian PPSh. "You'll die at the hand's of Russia!"
But before I can fire, I feel metal touching my back.
"Get off her!" the voice scream's. "Or I'll shoot!
There, standing behind me with a MP40 pinned against me, was Cody.