ntjePraise the genius who invented winter break. WOOHOO!!
TDI and all characters are © Todd Kauffman and Mark Thornton. NOT mine. I own the plot, Paige, Ryan and Marik. Savvy?
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The sound of an electric chainsaw cut trough the night in camp Wawanakwa.
"Now he's coming out of the woods with a big, hacking chainsaw! That's soooo cool!" Izzy commented happy.
"Oh no, now Psycho's heading for the car!" Owen cried.
Paige looked left and right, only seeing DJ and a projector. "I don't see a car. Oooh, you mean in the movie, riiight."
"They're gonna be chainsaw sushi!" Izzy laughed but gasped when a scream was heard on the scream.
"Oh man, I hate scary movies!" DJ said as he shielded his eyes with his hand.
" RUN! THE PSYCHO'S GONNA GET YA!!" Izzy yelled at the screen as she jumped up.
"Here comes the blood fest!"
"Ah, gross!"
"Yay! Now Psycho killer is getting away in the woods! Izzy loves scary movies!" Izzy said as she threw herself in Owen's arms.
"So does Owen." The fatty said, wrinkling his eyebrows at his male friends.
Paige got up to shut off the projector. "And that's it for tonight kiddies."
"Phew, am I glad that's over." DJ said. "I really hate scary movies."
"You already said that," Paige commented blankly.
"What part do you hate the most?" Duncan asked. "The part where everyone gets murdered, or the psycho killer with a chainsaw and a HOOK?" Duncan pulled out the hook.
"Aaaaahh!" DJ screamed.
"Come on DJ, for a slasher film it was pretty tame."
Duncan and Gwen chatted on some more about their favorite scary movies, while Paige closed the box for the video.
"I suggest you hit your beds. And dream about psycho killers. It's a hit!"
"Anyone knows what's the challenge is this week?" Heather asked her fellow campers.
"Yeah, where's the Chris-maister?" Geoff asked.
At that moment a running speedboat-motor was heard. Chris and Chef were rapidly packing the boat with fear on their faces.
"Yo Chris! Where do I put this video?" Paige yelled.
"Hey Chef, where is the fire?" Duncan asked as he walked up the dock. Chef Hatchet jumped into the boat that left.
"Dude, you missed one!" Paige picked up the backpack as a newspaper fell out.
"What's this?" she mumbled. "Escaped psycho killer on the loose. Be on the look out for a man with a hockey mask, a chainsaw and a hook."
"Oh come on! They don't really expect us to fall for this? Scary movie, followed by hasty exit, followed by a paper?" Heather sneered. Paige looked eagerly at the terrified teens. "This is gonna be a heck of a challenge if you ask me."
"You mean you d-don't know?" Owen asked.
Paige shrugged. "Pretty much. Chris doesn't tell me everything."
"It's a scam!" Heather said.
"I don't know, Chris looked very spooked." DJ commented.
"Hey guys, if this was a trick, would Chris leave behind his.. HAIR GEL!?" Owen cried out in fright. Everyone gasped in fear, including Paige.
"Wow, this is for real!" Gwen panicked.
Paige grabbed the tube hair gel from Owen and walked over the end of the dock.
"Chris you big *beep* jerk! You left me behind with a bunch of *beep* whiny teens! I *beep*thought you was *beep* really into me! *beep*-ING *beep*-OLE!" She threw the tube into the water and stamped her feet onto the dock.
"Now Paige, no need to get all steamed up. We need a plan." Gwen said.
"Plan whatever you losers want to. I have a date with my scrub gel." Heather said as she walked away.
"Dude! Don't shower! If the killer's a pervert he'll kill you first and than will have sex with your dead body!" Paige screamed after the girl. Six pairs of eyes stared at the redhead. "What, you know it's true." The teens nodded.
"I saw we go back to camp and plan a strategy. Who's in?" the Goth girl spoke.
Everyone headed back to camp but Izzy and Owen stayed behind to disappear in the forest.
Lovebirds… Lovebirds… Lovebirds…
"Izzy likes Owen's food stories! They get my mind off the psycho killer."
"-Who's in the woods! Why does that feel wrong?" Owen asked himself, scratching his head.
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Gwen explained the rules before she noticed Izzy and Owen left. "Where are they?"
"breaking the first three rules," Duncan replied dryly. Paige rolled her eyes. "Izzy will be all-right. It's in her blood." She marked her face with her fingers. Then she stood up. "Maybe a trip to the producer's camp will give us more info."
"Paige, wait! You'll get killed!" DJ said.
"Nah." The redhead walked away alone.
"That's one down." Duncan grinned, earning a punch from Gwen. "Shut it."
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"Holy cow! You remember the couple that was making out in the woods when they got killed? We're in the same situation!" Owen panicked.
"But we're not making out." Izzy said.
"Oh, yeah…"
"You wanna make out?"
"YES!"
Izzy pulled Owen behind the bushes and various smooching sounds were heard.
Then they heard a chainsaw roaring, it sounded almost like it was hungry.. Hungry for blood.
After a chase, they both fell off a cliff and Izzy jumped in front of Owen when the killer approached them again.
"Owen's too young to die!!" Owen cried. "Here, take Izzy!" he said as he shoved the girl towards the killer.
Izzy gasped and her eyes widened as she saw her whole life flashing in front of her…
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Gwen scowled as she saw only Duncan, LeShawna and herself were left. DJ may had to pee, but still! Horror movie challenge or not, this was no time for joking.
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"DJ! It's me! Heather!" the girl said as the Jamaican guy ran trough the door outside, screaming. He also disappeared in the same woods Izzy and Owen left earlier that night…
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Paige checked her pockets for a flashlight. Normally she carried one with her wherever she went in the camp. But now it was gone, it even scared the 19-year old.
"Paige, you can do this. You're the adult now in the camp, b-behave like one and find a f-freaking clue." Using her hands to navigate, she stumbled upon the producers' camp.
"At least."
Getting into her tent, she felt a weird bump where her sleeping bag used to be.
"What the- HHMPPFF!!" she cried as a hand covered her mouth and pinned her down.
Paige… Paige… Paige…
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"You think Paige should be back by now?" LeShawna asked the 2 remaining teens. They shrugged.
In the bathroom, Heather was about to take a shower when she heard a tapping sound.
"Hello, I'm in the shower! Very funny, Duncan." She said as the tapping continued.
"Get lost-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" she screamed as she opened the door (with her towel still on.. perverts) and saw the psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook.
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Gwen sighed. Only her and Duncan were left. Was the rest dead? If so, wouldn't the producers sent the cops?
"Relax Gwen, I'm sure everyone is fine," Duncan said like he just read her mind.
"I hope so."
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Ice-cream.. Ice-cream.. Ice-cream..
Geoff walked lonely in the woods, following the ice cream truck. At least, he heard one. When the killer patted him on the shoulder, he screamed.
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Paige was nearly frightened to death. A strange person held her arms on her back and a hand for her mouth, and it was dragging her along trough the woods.
I'm gonna die.. This is it! My life ends after 19 years! I never been to Paris, nor London! I will die as a-"
"You'll be okay, Paige?" the figure asked with a way-to-familiar voice. He let go of her Paige, who fell onto the ground.
"Y-you know my name..?" Fear embraced her heart.
The so-famous host clicked on a flashlight and showed his face. "I'm not letting you die, doll-face."
"C-Chris..?" Paige couldn't believe it. After the host helped the girl on her feet, he received a punch on his arm.
"Hey where was that for-" Paige flew into Chris' arms tightly.
"Don't scare me like that, you jerk." She muttered.
Chris returned the hug and patted her back. "Now let's go back to the tent to scare some more under aged kiddies."
Strolling back with his arm around Paige, they stumbled upon Izzy, Owen, Chef Hatchet who was dressed like the killer, DJ, Heather, Duncan and Geoff. "Dudes! A real killer is after Gwen!" Paige gasped and the whole group ran to the mess hall where Gwen was offering the killer a sandwich.
"Gwen! It's the real psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook!"
"What!? GAAAAAAHH!!" Gwen screamed when she kicked the real psycho killer in his face.
"Ouch!" he yelled gaily.
Paige arched an eyebrow and nearly squeezed Chris' arm.
"Oh, that was so uncalled for! Man I am so out of here. I was threaded way better in prison!" The killer said and walked away with a scowl.
DJ fainted and Paige let out an relieved sigh.
"Well I suppose we all know who wins tonight." Chris commented happily.
That night, much to Paige's dismay, DJ left the island. With a group hug, of course.
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Paige sneaked up after Chris later that night, and tackled him.
"Ouch, where was that for!?"
"I needed my flashlight back."
"But it's mine!" Paige checked it. It was definitely the one of Chris, hers was neon blue.
"But, where the heck is my flashlight?" Paige asked the host.
Flashlight… Flashlight…Flashlight…