Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I'm into my last three weeks of high school and things are getting a little stressful with final projects and essays. However, still excited about graduation! WOOT! Ahem, back to the story.
Thank you all for the generous reviews I've received. Before we begin the newest chapter, here's some replies to some:
Ilikecheese123: Thank you so much for the Russian corrections. I hope my Russian in this chapter is a little better. Don't be afraid to tell me if I'm wrong cause I'm probably
CarmillaD: Jeez, it's going to take a while to reply to all your long First of all, yes, I will be using Ursa Major (big momma bear, lol). About the butterfly comment- not really important, I just pictured a butterfly by the broken window while typing up the scene; the Duncan/Justin comment- lol, so very true now that you mention it; Bridgette comment- I always thought her eyes looked a greenish-blue; Mall incident comment- Haha, all my stories tend to have references to each other at one part or another. I had to get them talking about food somehow.
As for whether or not I'm still using the name Evangeline, when I was watching the movie commentary, the directors stated that they named the evening star Evangeline after a Henry Longfellow poem that told a story about girl named Evangeline who searches for her lost love. For that reason, (and because I don't want to change the song) I'll be keeping the name "Evangeline" in the story.
Ribbonfly: You're right on spot with your guess about the North Star. I'm glad that you like it that Ezekiel is one of the people that believe Harold. I knew from the start that I wanted him and Izzy to be the ones Harold convinces first, especially since there are many funny scenes that I can think of involving those two. My twin sister did suggest Cody, but he's a techno-geek wouldn't believe anything as illogical as a human transforming into a spider while Ezekiel (who hasn't seen much of the real world) would be pretty gullible.
That's all the replies for now! Please enjoy the newest chapter!
As Duncan and Courtney were being led by a swarm of twinkling fireflies, Heather was mixing herself into darker events. All the lights were out in her room; the grey-eyed girl was had lit up a couple of candles, each flame casting an eerie purple glow upon the room. Heather flicked her wrist, extinguishing the lighted match as the last purple candle was lit. She sat Indian-style on the floor and opened up the giant Voodoo spell book that had previously belonged to LeShawna and Gwen.
It was time to summon up the spirits.
It was a little early than planned, Heather admitted. She hadn't planned on summoning the spirits again until after she and Justin had gained the million dollars in order to change Justin and Duncan back to normal. However, thanks to her partner's stupidity and that delinquent's little escape with his girlfriend, Heather would have to make some quick adjustments to the diabolical plan. Justin had informed her of that geek, Harold's, attempts of convincing the rest of the cast about Heather's scheme.
Heather knew that the crazy girl and the homeschool boy had been convinced already, but that hadn't worried her. Nobody believed any of the nonsense Izzy blurted out and nobody even cared about what Ezekiel had to say. The night before, Heather had been confident that after hers and Justin's excellent performance feigning innocence, the rest of the teens would cast Harold's truthful story aside.
However, at dinner earlier, seeds of doubt had begun to take root.
Heather's grey eyes narrowed, glinting like cold steel in the flickering candlelight. It was Bridgette. The stupid blonde was meddling, she was sure of it! Heather's raven hair curled and bristled like a furious rattlesnake, sending dark thoughts into her already devious mind. Heather had seen Bridgette asking one of the managers for a card key to Courtney's room earlier that day. Now that she thought about it, Heather remembered that Bridgette had been the only one suspicious about the story she and Justin had come up to explain Courtney's sudden disappearance. Heather would never be able to figure out why the peace-loving girl was so fond of the rash and assertive Courtney.
"Why couldn't she just keep sucking lips with her idiot boyfriend?" Heather snarled. The one time Bridgette stopped making out long enough to allow oxygen to her brain, it had to be the time Heather was only a mere few hours away from a million dollars!
"Stupid blonde dimwit!" insulted Heather, hissing out the words that she usually saved for Lindsay. At dinner, the pesky surfer girl had been shooting Heather severe glares, the ones she usually just saved for Geoff when the idiot was doing something to annoy her.
Yes, it was clear Bridgette was on to them. Heather's calculating mind burned with what the next choice of action would be. Bridgette was different than Harold and those other two losers who knew the truth. Bridgette was pretty, friendly, smart, and generally well-liked when she wasn't sucking on Geoff's face. If Bridgette figured out the whole truth, she would easily be able to convince Gwen and LeShawna, who she was very close with, and then Geoff and then DJ, who was close with both Geoff and Duncan and had already seen the two tarantulas. If those guys started to believe Harold, then the rest would soon follow.
For the multiple time that day, puzzlement filled Heather. She had no idea how Courtney had been transformed into a tarantula as well as Duncan. Heather wondered if there was some sort of connection between the two that caused the identical reaction. Hate, perhaps? Definitely not love. Especially not true love, not that Heather believed very much in the concept.
On the shelf above her bed, five voodoo dolls snickered, button eyes glinting wickedly in the dim light. Heather's skin prickled with unease at their presence. It was a mystery to her why they were still here. Even stranger, there were now two new additions- a voodoo doll of Harold and Courtney were perched on the right side of Duncan's. Heather had no idea where they had come from and felt great discomfort at their presence, especially when it looked as if the Duncan voodoo doll was whispering secretive words to the others.
Heather shook away the uncomfortable paranoid feeling, and focused back to the task ahead. She flipped through the yellowed, faded pages until she reached the incantation needed. As the words slipped from her lips, the candle flames reared up, blazing with savage intensity. The spell book glowed a sickly green and sent a pillar of its light into the air. Heather stood up and stared, eyes wide, as the pillar of green light ascended upward, dissolving into itself until only a circular, gaping opening, radiating of greenish-yellow light. Two slanted orbs of red stared down at Heather through smoking, green portal.
Heather's courage faltered for a bit and she shrunk back from the fiery gaze. "Hehe," she weakly chuckled, and wriggled her fingers in greeting up at the spirit-filled portal, "Hello…spirit…voodoo things. I know I wasn't supposed to bother you guys again until after we have the award, but there's a tiny little problem."
The evil, red orbs narrowed in simmering anger.
Heather gulped. Her long black hair shivered and cowered around her neck as she struggled to explain. "You see, that idiot with the mohawk that we changed into a tarantula escaped and we need to get him back before the others find him first and reveal the plan. Do you think you can help me out?"
The glowing red eyes burned with furious flames as they gazed down at Heather in unrelenting silence.
Heather understood. "You want more of the reward!" she gasped in outrage. "But we're already giving you thirty percent of it!"
The spirits in the portal unleashed a low, threatening hiss, steam curling in the air in front of Heather's face. She flinched as the smell of sulfur reached her nostrils. Heather didn't have to be a voodoo queen to know that the friends on the other side were not very pleased.
"Okay, okay!" she submitted, grey eyes wide with fear. "Half! If you help me, I'll give you fifty percent of the reward!" A flicker of irritation bit through her at the proposal. If she gave these stupid spirits half of the money, then there would hardly be any left for her! She gave a snort- it didn't matter. She'd just have to take Justin's half of the money too.
On the shelf, the Duncan voodoo doll shifted his black button eyes to the voodoo dolls on either side of him. The Justin and Heather dolls on his left narrowed their beady eyes and gave frightening sneers. On the right, the Harold doll nodded his sand-filled head and the Courtney doll's wide mouth stretched into an evil grin.
The Duncan doll considered it for a second and then gave a pleased nod. The red orbs in the spirit portal grew round and started to glow. The voodoo dolls on the shelf unhinged their upper jaws; like dark vapors rising from a swamp, black shadows crawled from the dolls' interior, sliding across the floors and walls until they floated motionless against the wall's dimly lit surface, grinning evil snarls as they awaited instructions.
For a second, Heather could only stare in shock. Then she realized that they were waiting for her to speak and order them around. The dark haired teen felt a tingle of excitement and pleasure run through her at the thought of having these scary, powerful creatures under her control. With the grace and ferocious of a tigress, Heather strutted to the center of the room and began to back orders at the shadow spirits.
"Go and find that stupid tarantula!" Heather demanded, her long hair waving as she pointed a finger up to the sky. "Search everywhere until you bring that loser back!" She glared at the shadows. "Well? What you creeps waiting for? GO! NOW!"
The shadows needed no more encouragement. The vile beings of shadow scattered away like leaves in the wind, swiftly gliding across any surface bathed in darkness. They spread across the hotel, making every cast mate they cross shiver and suddenly feel very frightened. The evil spirits exited the hotel and headed straight towards forest where Duncan and Courtney could surely be found.
The moment Heather's dark servants left, Heather looked around the now isolated room and felt herself shiver. Despite her overwhelming greed and ambition for the million dollars, Heather couldn't get of the feeling that, perhaps the hole she was digging was becoming a little too deep. Half of the reward money was already gone, down in the spirit drain, and nothing so far had gone according to the original plan.
What if, a tiny voice in Heather's head pondered, this plan has gone too far?
Heather shook away the uncomfortable feeling and annoying voice of conscience, with a toss of her beautiful head. No, the plan will work! She just needed to focus!"
"The plan will work, tarantula or no tarantula." Heather hissed out loud, grey eyes narrowed into cat-like slits, reflecting the blind ambition flowing through her veins. "I'll make sure of it!"
"Good-bye! Thanks for the help!"
"Catch ya later, fire butts!"
"Later little guys! No hard feelings for trying to eat you, okay?"
"Schastlivogo puti! Do novyh vstrech! Farewell!"
The tarantula couple, bunny, and Russian bear stood at the edge of a cluster of trees, waving good-bye to the swarm of fireflies that kindly lit the group's way through the night-dark forest. Though they were still a good distance from Camp Wawanakwa, Molotov assured Duncan and Courtney that he could be able to lead them the rest of the way. Bunneh, of course, had greatly protested.
"I know this forest like the back of my paw!" the rabbit grumbled sourly as he hopped along Molotov's giant paws. "I could get us to camp faster than it takes for old Molo-toe to say "Hello" in American!"
"My language, you little dorak, is Russian!"
"And American isn't even a real language, Bunneh." Courtney testily corrected. The gentle brown bear had graciously allowed the two tarantulas to ride on his broad back as they trekked onward through the forest. "Both Americans and us Canadians use English…and French."
"Oui, oui!" Duncan spoke grinning. Courtney was taken by surprise by Duncan's show of being fluent in French and shot him a perplexed stare.
"Relax," said Duncan, amused by the bewildered expression on her face, "it's the only French word I know. I'm from Markham, Ontario, not Quebec!" The male, green-mohawked tarantula focused his attention onto Bunneh. "Lay off the bear, dude. Face it, the real reason you couldn't get back DJ is because after those predators spit you out, you couldn't find the camp again."
"They did not spit me out! I fought my way out!"
"Whatever," Duncan muttered, obviously not convinced. "Point is, we'll get there quicker following Molotov, and if we get to Camp sucks-a-lot quicker, then we'll get to the city quicker, and you'll be with DJ quicker. Got it?"
Bunneh shot Duncan a mutinous glare, but in the end, rolled his over-sized eyes and muttered an agreement. It was clear that the bunny had a serious problem with idea of having to share his new-found friends with some oversized tub of fur.
"The quicker you three get back to where you belong," Molotov said in a deep, rumbling voice, "the quicker I can get back to my dearest Evangeline."
The pretty, elegant name and deep affection tumbling from the bear's voice, immediately caught Courtney's attention. Despite being undoubtedly assertive, commanding, loud, calculating, uptight, bossy, and, ultimately, aggressive in nature, Courtney was still a girl and every girl, in their deepest of hearts, was a romantic by nature.
"Is Evangeline your girlfriend?" Courtney coyly asked, smiling as she crawled to the top of Molotov's head to converse with him.
The Russian bear unleashed a sigh of pure bliss. "Da, Shishka. Evangeline is the companion of my heart, the most beautiful bear to ever grace this earth, my guiding light through the darkness of life. My dearest angel may not speak much, but she and I need no words. When it comes to love, what is in your heart is the only thing that matters."
Courtney was almost moved to tears by Molotov endearing, heart-felt words. "That's so beautiful." She breathed. Behind her, seated in the center of Molotov's furry back, Duncan unleashed a loud gag of disgust. Fury flared through Courtney like fire at Duncan's rudeness and lack of sensitivity.
"At least there are some men that know how to treat a woman decently!" Courtney stated in a loud voice, shooting Duncan a burning glare. "Men that act like they care and appreciate their girlfriends!"
Duncan stopped his immature gagging fit to snap his head towards Courtney. The female spider had already turned her back toward Duncan. The spider delinquent scowled. If Courtney thought that he was going to start acting as love-sick as Harold and Molotov, spurting out mushy, nauseating romantic crap, then she could go check herself into the nearest mental institute. It wasn't going to happen.
"You know, Molotov," Duncan said in an equally loud voice so that Courtney could hear, "I wouldn't settle down so quickly. Trust me, there are plenty of other bears in the forest, ones that just might be a little less uptight, less bossy," his voice rose a volume or two as he growled, "ones that actually knows how to have fun!"
"What did you say?!" Courtney snapped, whirling around. She stood up on all eight legs and scurried down from Molotov's head towards Duncan. "I do so know how to have fun!"
Duncan turned towards her with a care-free smirk. "Oh, I didn't know that snapping people's heads off and nagging them to death was considered fun."
"If people like you would actually do things right, then there would be no reason for me to nag them!"
Molotov's body shook as he chuckled. "You two bicker like an old married couple, da."
"WE DO NOT!" the tarantula couple replied in outraged tones before beginning to argue again.
Bunneh elbowed one of the large bear's paws and murmured over the teens' angry voices. "Uhh, perhaps we should sneak away for a bit? Maybe get some grub?"
Molotov nodded, "Let the lovebugs argue it out. How's wild blueberries sound?"
Oblivious to anything but themselves, Duncan and Courtney didn't notice at all when Molotov scooped the two off his back and gently set them on the ground before lumbering off a short distance away with Bunneh to hunt along the blueberry bushes.
However, while the Duncan and Courtney argued, Molotov and Bunneh feasted, none of them noticed that they were not the only ones creeping around the forest that night.
"Dear Diary," a large, heavily muscled man with a hockey mask on and a hook for a right hand wrote in a small red book, sitting in the middle of the forest floor, "it has been several weeks since I have escaped from the maximum security prison, Millhaven Institute for killing a bunch of people though they like, totally deserved it for making fun of my hockey mask, which is awesome. During that time, I have been dodging the Mounties who are still hot on my trail and have found myself on this horrible, deserted island. I found out that the island was actually part of the a television show called Total Drama Island. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and murder one of the contestants on national television. My bad."
The psycho killer paused from writing to tenderly rub his large, red nose. Even weeks after the Total Drama Island episode where he dropped in on the campers had aired, his nose still hurt from where that Goth girl had kicked him. Jeez, couldn't she have at least waited until he had stabbed her once? He hadn't even done anything to her yet! It was so unfair! At least in prison, the other inmates had been fair!
Killer, as the escaped psycho was content in being called, continued to write in his tiny diary, speaking out loud as he wrote.
"Despite being continuously being hunted down by the Force, there is one silver lining. In this lonesome, bleak wilderness, I have found myself a companion who understands my hardships. His name is Mr. Coconut."
Killer once again paused from writing and glanced over his so called companion, flashing his friend an endearing smile. His "friend" was really the coconut that Owen had befriended in his delusional state during season one and that Chef had chopped up in the following episode. Killer had apparently found the coconut, taped it back up, and, being as insane as Owen, christened the inanimate object his new companion. Wawanakna Island will do that to a person.
"I am fortunate that Mr. Coconut does not eat a lot," Killer wrote, "For I have long run out of supplies and have had to live off the land as a fugitive. Since none of my traps have been successful in actually catching anything, I have been reduced to foraging for roots and grub….particularly the grub part."
As Killer set his pen and diary down, his massive stomach let out a loud rumble. He unleashed a depressed sigh.
"Oh, Mr. Coconut, I just don't know what to do." Killer said addressing his fruity friend. "I've eaten nothing but earthworms and beetles for a week now. If I don't eat anything that doesn't have a little more meat to it, the two of us are goners."
"…………" Mr. Coconut stood motionless and silent.
Killer perked up. "What was that? Did you just say that you hear something, Mr. Coconut?"
"…………"
Taking his friend's silence as a yes, Killer stood up and peered through the bushes. To his surprise, the psycho killer said two large, hairy tarantulas crawling around on the ground in front of the bushes that he was hiding behind. Not that much more meat on them than his usual grub, but beggars can't be choosers.
"Jeez, Mr. Coconut," he whispered, holding the coconut up so that it could see. "I had no idea that tarantulas were native to Canada. Do you think they're edible?"
"…….."
"Really?" Behind his hockey mask, Killer's blue eyes shone with awe and respect towards the coconut. "Tarantulas taste good fried, you say? They do eat them? Wow, it pays to have a cultured friend like you, Mr. Coconut. Come on! Let's go catch us some fried spider!" The psycho killer and coconut quickly ducked back into the bushes.
"Lazy, immature ogre!"
"Uptight, bossy spoiled brat!"
"Horrible, revolting criminal!"
"Boring, snotty stick-in-the-mud!"
Courtney stomped two of her eight legs down on the ground and seethed. She angrily shut her eyes and turned her back towards Duncan, front legs crossed. "Ohh, go get caught in a net!" she snapped.
Ironically, a net swept out of nowhere and caught Duncan.
Courtney heard Duncan let out a surprised yell, turned around, and let out a gasp of fright. Stand there with a butterfly net in his left hand was a large, terrifying man with a hockey mask covering his face and a large, deadly looking hook attacked to where his right hand should have been. Courtney immediately recognized the man as the real psycho killer that had almost killed Gwen during season one of the show.
With his hook, Killer pulled Mr. Coconut from behind his back. "Go forth and capture the other one, Mr. Coconut!" With that, he tossed the coconut at Courtney.
With a gasp of fright, Courtney crawled off as Mr. Coconut bounced off after her into the woods.
Meanwhile, a few feet away, Bunneh and Molotov where filling their bellies with blueberries. At hearing the sound of voices, Bunneh, mouth area stained blue from the berry juice, paused from popping berries into his open mouth and stood up to look around. The cute, grey rabbit instantly caught sight of the psycho killer….particularly the hook hand.
Bunneh unleashed an embarrassingly high-pitched scream of terror. The rabbit obviously still remembered the scary story Duncan had repeated to his fellow campers during the beginning of season one. "HOOK MAN!" Bunneh gave a frightened squeal and hopped right into a bunch of bushes…not noticing that they were filled with pricker plants.
"yyyyyeeeOOOWWWHHHH!!!"
Bunneh's wail of agony caught Molotov's attention. The old brown bear lazily stood up on his hind legs, still with a blueberry branch in his paw and in the process of chewing some berries. Like Bunneh, he quickly noticed the psycho killer walking away from the clearing. However, it was not the hook hand that Molotov was worried about.
"He has Bratka!" Molotov growled, black eyes wide as he saw the mohawked tarantula struggling in the butterfly net being held by the massive, hockey-masking wearing man. Pure and burning outrage coursed through the brown bear at the sight. His dark eyes narrowed into a dangerous slits and his lips curled back into the most furious of snarls. With a savage growl, he charged forward.
"UNHAND HIM, YOU MUDAK!" The mighty bear roared, shaking the ground as he charged at the psycho killer. Molotov also roared many other coarse, vulgar words in his native tongue that would have even made Duncan wince if he could have understood them.
At the sight of the charging angry bear, Killer started to panic. Choking out a strangled scream, the burly man threw the net containing Duncan up in the air and fled for his life as Molotov chased after him. The butterfly net got caught by a tree branch hanging overhead.
Meanwhile, Courtney was being pursued by the bouncing Mr. Coconut. During the chase, however, the female tarantula skidded to a complete halt.
"Wait, why the hell am I running away from a coconut!?" Courtney asked out loud, annoyed at herself for being frightened by such a ridiculous and harmless item. "It's just a coconut! It can't hurt me even if I am just a tarantula!" She began to turn around, "I have to go back and help Duncan escape from the…"
POW!
Courtney let out an "oof" of pain and surprise when Mr. Coconut slammed into her and sent her flying through the air. She slammed into a tree trunk and fell into the opening of one of the unsuccessful trap cages that Killer had laid out throughout the area. Mr. Coconut bounced along the ground and landed on top of the cage opening, successfully trapping Courtney in.
Through the cage's thin metal bars, Courtney could only blink her large, dark eyes in astonished confusion trying to grasp what had just happened.
"Have I…" Courtney asked, voice thick with disbelief, "…have I just been outsmarted by a freaking coconut?!"
"……….."
Mr. Coconut's silence had never sounded so smug.
Not far away, Killer was still being hunted down by the enraged Molotov. The psycho killer sprang into the dense woods and hid in some bushes. Molotov rushed past, oblivious to Killer's hiding spot. Once the bear was out of sight, Killer got up and rushed in the opposite direction where he soon found Courtney and Mr. Coconut.
"At least you caught something." Killer grumbled, grabbing the cage holding Courtney captive and placing Mr. Coconut on his shoulder. The mass-murdering giant turn to lumber back into the woods, whistling a pleasant tune.
Up in the tree branch, Duncan had successfully gotten himself free of the butterfly net and was gleefully celebrating.
"HA! Take that you stupid, psycho loser!" Duncan gloated down at the psycho killer. He turned around and shook his big, hairy spider butt at the man, immaturely crowing, "You ain't getting a bite of this anytime soon, you giant hook-handed freak! Hahah!"
Duncan took a second to glance back down and let out a surprised gasp at the sight of Courtney being held captive. Courtney looked up and caught his gaze; her expression was one of fear.
"Ah, crap!" Duncan frantically looked around, trying to figure out what to do. He came up with zero plans. Damn it. "Well, when all else fails…" Duncan muttered before squeezing his four eyes shut and leaping off the branch.
He landed right on top of the killer's head.
Killer stopped walking and glanced over at the coconut perched on his shoulder.
"Mr. Coconut, why are you staring at me like that?"
"………….."
While Mr. Coconut said his silent reply, Duncan slowly crawled down the killer's large forehead. Courtney raised her head and saw her companion. Her jaw fell open in shock. Had Duncan really come back for her? Courtney scampered to the side of the cage to get a closer look, her front legs gripping the bars tightly. Duncan brought a front leg to his lips and gestured for her to remain silent. For once, Courtney listened to him.
"Come on, Mr. Coconut! Stop your staring! You're starting to make me uncomfortable."
Suddenly two spidery legs reached into the eye-holes of the hockey mask and roughly jabbed the psycho killer in the eyes. Killer reared back, holding his hand and hook over his stinging eye and howling in pain. Courtney's cage immediately fell to the ground and Mr. Coconut was sent flying from Kiler's shoulder. The coconut hit a tree, bounced back toward Killer's head. Duncan saw it coming and neatly leaped into the air to let it sail under him. The coconut slammed into another tree and painfully ricocheted into the back of Killer's head.
"AAGGGHH! MY HEAD!" the psycho killer yelled, placing a hand on the back of his head. He didn't get long to recover as the coconut repeated the cycle once again.
CRACK!
It hit a tree….
SWISH!
It missed Duncan as the tarantula jumped into the air, grinning with wickedly…
CRACK!
Mr. Coconut hit another tree….
KA-POW!
…and then nailed the psycho killer again.
And then it repeated the painful cycle a couple more times.
CRACK! SWISH! CRACK! KA-POW!
As she watched, now escaped from the cage, Courtney had to press a leg against her mouth to hide the growing grin and giggles threatening to be unleashed. Despite her lofty attitude, Courtney could not help but feel pleasantly amused at the sight of Duncan, despite his tiny size, easily outwitting the massive, oafish brute.
Killer finally managed to dodge the juggernaut coconut. Crossed eyed, the psycho killer was able to see the strange, green-mohawked tarantula now clinging to his forehead. With crooked, yellow teeth clenched in a growl, Killer raised his hook hand to stab down at Duncan.
Courtney saw it coming and let out a horrified gasp. Thinking quickly, she spun out some silk thread and, tying it into a lasso, let it fly; it wrapped around Duncan's waist. As the deadly hook was coming down, Courtney yanked the thread and pulled Duncan out of harm's way.
The same could not be said for Killer.
"OWWWWW!!" Killer yelped and hollered in pain as he stabbed himself in the head with his own hook. On the ground, standing next to the still Mr. Coconut, the tarantula couple watched, eyes bright with amusement, as the gigantic man jump up and down, shrieking in pain. Duncan and Courtney could almost feel sorry for the dim-witted killer…almost, but not quite.
Duncan leaned over and nudged Courtney. "Watch this!" he whispered. The mischievous delinquent turned around and wagged his hairy, tarantula butt up at the killer.
Killer looked down, with face scrunched up with enragement, and aimed a kick at the two spiders. Duncan and Courtney jumped out of the way, and the psycho killer kicked Mr. Coconut instead. The coconut sailed into a tree and rebounded back into Killer's stomach. The unfortunate murderer keeled over, holding his gut and gasping for breath.
Courtney and Duncan had crawled a couple feet up the trunk of a nearby tree.
"Cute," Courtney remarked in a lofty tone, dark eyes sparkling, "But incredibly immature." She teasingly shoved Duncan aside, determined not to be outshined. "Let me show you how it's done." Courtney hoisted her abdomen up and shot jets of spider silk at Killer's face, completely covering it like silly string.
"I CAN'T SEE!" Killer said, his voice muffled by the silk threads covering his entire face. He blindly ran face first into a tree.
"Impressive." Duncan admittedly chuckled. "But I can do better!"
For next couple of minutes, both Duncan and Courtney continued to harass the poor psychopath; jumping and crawling all over the place, they taunted Killer while the idiot continued to self-injury himself (with the help of his faithful coconut companion) until, at last, he collapsed onto the ground. He was bruised, had large lumps swelling everywhere, scratched up, exhausted, and was basically moaning in agony. The two tarantulas watched from a branch up above, looking quite pleased with them selves.
Killer squinted open one swollen eye and glanced over at Mr. Coconut. "Those two bugs ain't like anything I've ever seen." He gasped to the fruit, spitting out a broken tooth. "Them smart!"
At that moment, both Duncan and Courtney dropped down to the ground in front of Killer, smirking.
"Excuse me," Courtney smugly remarked, "But I do believe that the correct term would be 'arachnids'."
For a second, the psycho killer only stared at the two tarantulas, eyes wide with mind-numbing shock. Then, in a flash, the hook-man was up on his feet, all pain forgotten. He grabbed Mr. Coconut and dashed off into the forest, running as fast as humanly possible. The murdering criminal screamed his head off as he ran in blind terror, not really caring if anyone heard him.
"I'LL TAKE MOUNTIES OVER TALKING SPIDERS ANY DAY!"
When the last of the echoing screams faded away in the distance, Duncan and Courtney silently looked at one another, blue and black eyes locked in an unwavering stare. Then, without warning, the couple convulsed into a fit of helpless laughter.
"Hahaha! Did you see his face when you talked to him? Haha!" laughed Duncan, rolling on the ground with glee.
Courtney's brown, delicate body shook with infectious giggles. "He…he…looked like Chef after that time you kissed him! Hahahaha!"
"Hahaha....you…haha…back there…." Duncan spluttered, trying to get the words out between chuckles. "You did mean to say 'reptiles' right? Not arachnids, haha. Cause...haha…tarantulas are reptiles, right?"
Courtney instantly stopped laughing and gave Duncan a long, searching stare, looking as if she was about to say a scathing remark. The hilarious look on Duncan's face and the puzzled tilt of his head, however, melted the stinginess in her words. At last, she couldn't take it anymore and unleashed the largest laugh yet, letting the joyful sound ring loud and clear throughout the peaceful night.
"So…" Duncan quietly asked, "Tarantulas aren't reptiles, then?"
I have to tell you, the frog hunter scene was probably the hardest scene I've had to adapt to this story. I've gone through several different ideas for how to pull this scene off. First, I thought I would replay the frog hunters from the movie with a father trying to take his nerdy son (who collects rare insects) out hunting for the first time. Then I had the idea of having a group of hunters going after Molotov and having Duncan and Courtney try to save him. Then there was the idea of having a group of bug collectors go out. However, none of the ideas seemed to work out or make much sense, plus, I really wanted to keep the cast restricted to characters that Total Drama fans would know. Thus came the idea of the having the psycho killer being the one to play the frog hunter role since none of us really know what happens to him and, since he's a fugitive, I guess he's still on the island, hiding from the police. Oh, and you can eat tarantulas. They're actually a delicacy in some South American countries.
Yeah, Mr. Coconut was literally a last minute idea. I didn't want the psycho killer to be alone and didn't want to think of any new characters. So I just jumped the shark and pulled a "Volleyball Wilson." Mr. Coconut deserved more screen time
And yes, Duncan still believes that tarantulas are reptiles. Cause nobody ever calls Scruffy the tarantula a bug…..EVER.
Here's another glossary of some Russian words Molotov uses in the chapter:
Mudak: Asshole
Schastlivogo puti: Have a safe journey
Do novyh vstrech: Till we meet again
Dorak: Idiot
Until the next chapter, please read and review!