You guys have every right to be mad at me for not updating, but I had a serious case of laziness and writers block melded into one. I hope you enjoy this! I had a great time writing...oops! Can't tell you what I enjoyed. It'd ruin the suspense when reading!

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Chapter 3

"WAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOO!" This yell could be heard on the entire uncharted island in Muskoka, Ontario. The owner, on the other hand, could be smelled from any point on the entire uncharted island.

Owen was practically dancing as he jumped off the dock of shame, holding the thousand dollar check in his hands. The beautiful Goth girl behind him was a bit more subtle with her departure, but couldn't stop that small smile from watching Owen dance around with his check.

Owen turned to her, saying, "Great Uncle Tom, this is so AWESOME! Well, except for when Chris made us stay the night in the cabins one last time, but it's still AWESOME! Don't you think so, Gwen?"

"Sure is, Owen," Gwen said with an impassive attitude. If Owen heard this, however, he didn't acknowledge it.

"I know! And now I get to see Izzy again!" He turned towards the resort in front of them and screamed "I'M COMING IZZY!" before running off.

Gwen rolled her eyes, but was still smiling. As she walked towards the resort, she also couldn't help feeling happiness at seeing her boyfriend as well. His toned skin, muscled body, great hair, and dreamy eyes…Oh yuck, I'm turning into Katie and Sadie.

Suddenly, however, and without warning, Gwen was blinded. Not by anything material, but for seconds, she couldn't see.

"Oh my god!" Gwen yelled as she gripped around in front of her, trying to steady her panicking self. "Oh my god!" She repeated, only louder. She started hyperventilating, her body not knowing what else to do. She was in full panic mode.

Then, as if someone had flipped the channel, Gwen could see. But not what was right in front of her. Call it a vision, if you will.

What the hell? Gwen thought as she found herself seeing the inside of a room with two beds, a window, and three closed doors. The walls were a relaxing ocean blue and the carpet was shag, but the place was littered with photos. As Gwen took a closer look, she saw all of them were a picture of the TDI campers, and all of them had red markings on them. Some looked like guns, nooses, daggers, crosses, all sorts of hate symbols. Gwen saw her photo above the bed that looked like it had been used, and she was steamed to see that her head had been torn off and cut up.

Oh, if this isn't Heather's room I will be surprised. Gwen thought sourly, and then heard a commotion behind one of the closed doors.

"Trent! Calm down! This is just a make out, not a wild night in Las Vegas!"

Oh. My. Friggin'. God. Trent is making out…with the daughter of the DEVIL?! That *****! That lowly, two-timing, bastard! I'm going to kill him!

Suddenly, the door opened and Trent and Heather came rolling out of the closet. Gwen was shocked and enraged to see Heather end up on top of Trent, her hair in her face. She picked herself off the boy below her and sat on the bed.

"Oh c'mon babe, we only have moments before Owen and Gwen," Trent seemed to spit her name as he sat beside Heather, "arrive. Might as well enjoy ourselves."

"If you think for one second that I'm going to get down with you, your nuts!" All the same, Heather started sucking Trent's face. And he did it right back.

"Oh my god…" Gwen finally spoke, though the other two couldn't hear her. "Trent…you…and…Heather…" Tears were brimming in her eyes, and she dropped to her knees and clutched her shaking head. She opened her mouth to scream, but before it could escape her mouth, she felt different. The scream, tears, murderous and betrayed feelings were gone. The whole picture changed. And actually, it did.

Gwen raised her head, more confused then ever after the sudden flash and lingering feelings of calm, then gawked her mouth.

Where Heather was moments ago, Lindsay was now sitting, and in between the kissing she breathed, "You're so much better at this then Taylor!"

"It takes a real man to know how to make out."

And before Gwen's bewildered eyes, all emotions were again erased, and Lindsay's model body was slowly formed into Eva's tough build. As the two started sucking face, Gwen turned away, trying to keep from throwing up from the sheer disgustingness of Eva and Trent making out.

"What's happening?" Gwen whispered…

Then blackness.

As Gwen realized she was seeing the dock and resort again, she was absolutely stunned. She tried to whisper her thoughts, but her throat was closed and mouth shut tight. Instead, she just said in her head, Was that…real? No…it couldn't be…Right?

Gwen then noticed she was lying on the dock, and saw the shadow come from behind her. She turned her head and saw Owen standing there, his eyes wide, his smile gone. The check was lying at his feet.

"Gwen…" He whispered, "You won't believe this…but I saw Trent…"

Gwen finally managed to move her body, and she stood up and walked in what seemed to be a calm manner to Owen. But the second she was in a foot of the tub of fun she ran into his arms and sobbed against his chest. Owen, taken aback, only wrapped his arms around his friends back and held her as her confused and hurt tears fell.

"It's OK Gwen…" Owen murmured. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't understand how Gwen caught on so quickly with what he said. How could she know Trent was with her?

Leshawna, compared to her hurt friend, was having a relaxing time. The bootylicious girl was sunbathing in her one-piece next to the pool on a hammock hung between two palm trees. It still escaped her mind how they could have palms in Ontario, but who cared? The place was very relaxing.

As she sucked on her pomegranate smoothie with on hand, and reached for a chocolate truffle from the box beside her, she mentally sighed in bliss. No more dumb challenges, no more alliances, no more Chris, there's chocolate, sunbathing, palm trees, and I haven't seen the Ice Princess all day! She thought happily.

Then she did a mental recheck as she chewed her truffle.

So what is the little backstabbing witch doing?

Leshawna pulled down her shades and looked out at the pool area. Cody was walking around with a seagull on his head, trying to coax it off. Katie and Sadie were going gaa-gaa over a swimming Justin…Leshawna had to force her eye's away from his beautiful body. Bridgette and Geoff were entering the hot tub, unaware Ezekiel was in it. Leshawna only saw his hat, but she knew he was in there.

But Heather was nowhere to be found…

Then a gust of wind picked up as Trent ran through the pool area, going to the docks. Oh, that white boy just can't wait to see his really white girl, Leshawna chuckled inwardly. As she turned to watch him go, she couldn't help but feel a bit ticked about him and Heather kissing on the island, even though she knew it wasn't his fault. But there's something fishy about him…I'm keeping an eye on you…Her thought semi-died along with the fully-died wind.

As Leshawna readjusted her position, she was surprised to see her skin starting to burn from the sun. I've only been out here for an hour, and I don't burn easily. That's weird…

Cody, on the other side of the pool area, was busy trying to get the bird out of his hair. This had been happening all day, and it was getting frustrated. This morning he had found cockroaches surrounding his bed, and boy did he scream! As his whole room was fumigated, the wanna-be was sitting down to breakfast when the fish in the restaurant aquarium started jumping out of the fish tank onto everyone's plates!

And just when it couldn't get any worse, some dumb seagull with a soda wrapper around its neck flew in and nested in his hair. Duncan, who Cody noticed had a distinct red mark on his face, had laughed hysterically and said, "Now that's a bird brain!" Instantly, one of the fish still in the aquarium jumped and hit Duncan straight in the face, knocking him over. Cody would have laughed, but he was preoccupied by the hunk of feathers seemingly glued to his head.

Cody was presently trying to coax the bird off with crackers, cooing softly, "Seagull want a cracker?" The bird, however, just kept grabbing the crackers before Cody could pull away and stuffing them down. Cody kept trying, but like many good tries, it ended in a failure. Finally, Cody just did his best to ignore it for the time being

As he walked into the resort hotel to find Noah, the only one who might have a solution to the bird on his head, he had a brief mental image of watching a rerun of the third episode of TDI.

Cody could remember feeling his face turning red as he watched the scene when he woke up, finding Noah kissing his ear. Truth be told, back on the island, he was dreaming that Gwen was kissing his ear. His shock and horror to find that the gothic girl had been substituted for the cheeky bookworm in reality was easily seen on the show.

Cody had stolen a glance at Noah and saw him frowning. However, Cody couldn't help but notice the discreet smile in his eyes. Noah had enjoyed it!

Cody shook his head in disgust and pity for Noah. All the crap people gave people like Noah was cruel. But Cody in no way wanted to be that way. He was for Gwen, and only Gwen.

If she would only give him a chance…

On another island in the area, a sudden blast of blue white filled a dark cave, scaring the lone bat who had ventured there. The bat tried to fly away, but a giant furry hand snatched it. The terrified creature felt its wings being crushed, and screeched in pain.

The screaming didn't last long.

After licking its black, meaty chops, a giant creature looked down on its tiny former prison. The three pieces of it had broken part of the curse, but it had taken days for the being to escape. It had been so relieving to feel space to stretch his giant legs, and not be a cooped up like a genie.

The 'genie' felt himself slowly returning to his former height, so he began to punch through the walls of the cave, trying to free himself before suffocation. He wouldn't fail.