ATTN: I do not know when the next chapter will be up. My wrist is in a ton of pain, and I'm attempting to not use it for a while. When it's better, I'll try to get more done, but currently I'm using only one hand.

So, we're down to eleven campers. Well, ten after this. If you are unable to guess who's leaving, well, it's not a hard guess.


Last Camper Standing

"Get this damn dog off me!" Walter's voice woke everyone on the island. The guys all turned to see that Mr. Muggles, who was not a fan of Walter, had locked onto the boy's arm and was trying to tear away a chunk of skin.

"Mr. Muggles," Russell said in way too much of a baby voice. "You shouldn't be mean like that."

The other five guys all glared at Russell, then Todd and Jamie stood up and dragged him out of the tent, even though he was kicking and screaming.

"Let me go!"

"Gladly," Todd said, and he and Jamie pushed him to the lapping waters.

He looked up in shock. "Why are you so mean to me?"

"This could have something to do with it," Zak said, barely holding his watch, which was dripping with dog drool and had been used as a chew toy.

"Or this," Walter said, pointing to the many bite marks his body now carried.

"Oh my GOD!" Nessa screamed. She stopped out holding her cashmere shirt. There was a bright yellow stain in the middle. "Look what your soon to be DEAD dog did to my shirt!"

"How do you know it was Mr. Muggles?" Russell asked. "It could have been anything!"

"Anything not afraid to enter a tent with a bunch of humans," Bex said.

"I am going to strangle that dog," Nessa growled. "MR. MUGGLES! GET YOUR FLUFFY ASS HERE, NOW!"

"Run, Mr. Muggles," Russell yelled. He jumped out of the water and chased Nessa as she chased the dog.

"Anyone got any popcorn?" Christie asked as she joined everyone, watching the chase scene. Nessa was centimeters from the dog, when Russell jumped on her and the dog peeled away.

"Get off me!" Nessa yelled loudly. Nessa pushed Russell off her, even though he had to be twice her weight, seeing as he was a lot taller than her, and, while considered a 'sissy girl' by some, was actually quite athletic. She then kneed him several times in the groin, causing him to keel over in pain while Nessa returned to her hunt for the dog.

Confession Cam:

(Rufus) "It was almost like visual poetry. Very angry visual poetry. If only Misty was still around, we could have had the horse smash the overgrown, fluffy rat."

(Russell) In a freakishly high voice, "Pain…"

(Zak) "So, I've been calculating the damages due to that dog… let's just say, if we all sue, Russell had better hope he wins so that he'll come out about even."

(Nessa) Due to censorship reasons, the sound is replaced with Britney Spear's Soda Pop and her mouth and hands are blurred.

Chris stood before the campers as they stood on the Dock of Shame, waiting for detail about their next challenge, or as they had begun to call it, their next torture session. "And then there were eleven," he said once he had walked past each of them at least three times.

"Again," Jamie added. Bex smirked at him and he smiled back at her.

"Hush," Chris said, giving him a glare. "You'll suck away the drama."

"Heaven forbid that should happen," Walter whispered to Christie.

"I could add a little," she whispered. "Death is almost always dramatic."

"Today, you will be hunting," Chris said.

Everyone sighed. "Let me guess, we each have a different animal?" Walter asked.

"No," Chris said. "You will be hunting one another," Chris said. "And the last camper standing will win immunity for tonight, plus one extra immunity ticket to give to whomever they please, whenever they please."

"Quick question about that," Rufus said. "Can that ticket be used later on the person who wins it?"

"You mean, if you win it, could you use it on yourself next time you feel threatened?" Chris asked. "Yes, that is legal. Now, I have vests for each of you." Chef wheeled out a table that had a vest and a laser gun, each labeled with one of the camper's names. "Through our state of the art computer, we will know exactly when you're hit, and who shot you. So, will all of you please grab your weapon of choice."

"You mean the gun with our name on it?" Bex asked.

"Yep."

Confession Cam:

(Christie) "I have this challenge in the bag. It's like he wants me to win."

Everyone pulled on the gear. They also grabbed camouflage caps that Chris provided. One interesting piece of equipment they had was a small computer with everyone's names lit up. Chris explained that when someone was shot, their names would change from green to red, so everyone would know who was out and who was in.

"On top of the prize for the winner, we also have a special prize for whoever takes out the most other campers, whether or not you win. You will also win an immunity ticket, but only one, and you cannot use it on yourself. But, a more immediate prize, you get a meal of your choice cooked by the chef of a passing cruise ship that Chef and I abducted last night. He's on the boat."

Everyone stopped murmuring, and if they strained their ears, they could hear the yelling of a French guy on the ship where they usually ate their food.

"Okay, you all have one minute to run and separate before I blow this air horn," Chris said.

For the first ten seconds, people just looked at him.

"Fifty seconds," Chris said.

Then, in a cloud of dust, they all began running into the island, splitting up more and more as they got farther in. Finally, the full minute went by and the air horn blew, alerting everyone that the full minute was up.

After another few minutes of running, Todd and Brooke stop. They were both breathing heavily. "I think we're safe from everyone for a few minutes at least," Todd said, smiling at Brooke.

"Um…" Brooke said, then quickly brought up her gun and shot Todd. He stared at her shocked and looked down at the arm computer to see his name turn red.

"You shot me!"

"I really want that dinner, and if I'm traveling with you, chances are you'll hit half the people we try to sneak up on," Brooke said, her cheeks blushing.

Confession Cam:

(Todd) "She shot me! Brookworm shot me!"

Walter didn't run very far, he just returned to the ditch under the root he had spent the night in during Chef's challenge. He positioned himself so that he could aim and shoot at others who, he hoped, would see him until it was too late.

However, his luck wouldn't allow it this time. He had been hiding for about ten minutes when Mr. Muggles found him and attacked. The dog actually pulled the gun from Walter's hands and ran off. When Walter began to chase it, Russell, who had been waiting in a bush, shot him.

Confession Cam:

(Walter) "As much as I hate that duo, I must say, it was a really good plan."

Russell jumped up and began celebrating, then chased his dog, giving him a treat from a bag in his pocket. Walter growled and headed back to the Dock of Shame.

"Todd," Brooke caught up to him as he was headed to the Dock of Shame. "If I win the dinner and immunity ticket, I promise that I'll save it for when you're in trouble."

He looked at her, then smirked. "I think I can help you there." She smiled brightly at him and quickly hugged him.

Nessa saw Todd and looked around carefully, not seeing anyone else. "Hey, Todd, I need your help."

Todd looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I need you to get a paint gun from the boat storage so that I can bombard the furball with paintballs," Nessa said.

Todd nodded. "I can do that. On one condition."

"What's that?" Nessa asked.

"You stay here as Brooke's bait," he said.

"What?" the next second, her vest blinked and she saw her name turn red.

"No way!" she said. "I'll just get it myself. I bet Chris would give me one if I asked, anyway."

"Thanks, Todd," Brooke smiled at him. She knew she was in the lead.

Christie quietly stalked through the trees, and then spotted her prey. He looked so helpless, not even knowing that she was anywhere near…. Until his alarm went off. Russell spun around and the two began shooting at one another over and over again. Nessa walked between them, not even looking at them.

Finally, they stopped and looked at the arm computers. "WHAT!!!!" Christie yelled. "But I had perfect aim!" Her name was in red. Russell's was in green. She didn't notice Zak hiding in the bushes behind her. She had been shot before she could take her first shot. As soon as she moved out of the way, Zak shot again, hitting Russell.

"I got you ouuut," Russell said dancing and bragging. "I got you ouuut."

"Check your arm," Zak said, coming out of the bushes.

Russell looked down. He was now red. "What… did you…?"

Zak nodded.

Pew. Pew. Pew. The sound of a paintball gun went off. Suddenly, Mr. Muggles went running by, blue and orange splotches on him. He was also whining loudly. Nessa chased the canine right past them, and soon, Russell was chasing after her yelling, "Leave my darling alone, you horrible girl."

Bex hid behind one rock. Jamie behind a tree. And Rufus behind another rock. They were in a triangle, all trying to hit one another, but not get hit at the same time.

"Might as well come out and take it," Rufus called, his back against the rock. "I'm taking the winnings today!"

"Don't think so," Bex yelled back.

Jamie turned to shot at Bex, but didn't see Brooke coming up behind her. Jamie was out, and he didn't even know it. Brooke and Todd high-fived, while they decided to take Rufus next.

"You know, Rufus, when you're sailing off on the Boat of Losers, you're going to think back to me and laugh at the idea that you could ever beat me," Bex yelled.

"Funny," Rufus said. "I was about to say the same thing to you." He looked down at his computer to see who was left. "Jamie, when did you get hit?" he yelled.

"What?" Bex and Jamie called in unison.

Rufus looked up to see Brooke aiming at him. "Yah!" he yelled, but couldn't dodge in time.

"Yes!" Brooke called, then turned to try to get Bex. Bex, however, had jumped up and was shooting at Brooke before she could take aim. Finally, Brooke fell, after taking out four others.

Confession Cam:

(Brooke) "I didn't think I'd actually win, but I did get out four.

(Rufus) "If I hadn't tried to hide, and just went after those two, I would have not only won, but gotten to the most out.

Bex looked down at who was left besides her. Zak and Genevieve. She couldn't imagine it being anything but easy. Bex ran off into the island, looking for her prey. She didn't know how her luck and landed that Christie was out, but she couldn't imagine Zak or Genevieve being too much trouble. Sure, Genevieve had won the last challenge, but that was surviving different types of torture, and this was nothing like that. Zak, well, he was mostly smart, so he might be a bit more difficult to get, but she still figured she had an advantage over him.

She heard a yapping ahead of her and watched as spotted Mr. Muggles ran by, followed by Nessa yelling like Xena and shooting with a paintball gun. Then went Russell yelling at Nessa to leave his poor "poochie woochie" alone. Bex went in the opposite direction and saw Christie leaning up against a tree.

Christie spotted Bex even though she was being silent. What surprised Bex was that Christie possessed two laser guns, and was spinning them as sport.

"Bex," Christie nodded to the other girl. "If you're looking for Zak, try by the waterfall.

"What's he doing there?"

"Just…" a smirk came to the assassin's lips, "hanging around."

"Is he alive?" Bex asked.

"I left him so," Christie said.

Bex shrugged and walked to the waterfall, finding Zak hanging upside down from a tree, the very top of his head was just touching the water. Bex approached to let him down, then stopped. She took him as a victim, leaving Genevieve and herself the only two left in the competition.

"Seen Genevieve?" Bex asked once she had gotten Zak back on his feet, but before she untied him completely.

"No," Zak said, looking down. Bex could tell he was still upset about the Phoebe fiasco.

"Hey, Zak, buck up," she said. "Phoebe doesn't know what she's missing out on. You're a great guy. We weren't even on the same team and we hardly spent much time together, but I can tell you that she made a mistake in not wanting to be with you."

Zak looked up at her. "Really?"

"Sure," Bex said. "Give me one reason that she should have said no."

"Reason or not," Zak said. "She did."

Bex frowned. She pushed her black hair off her shoulder and rolled her blue eyes. "Why'd you even like her?"

Zak shrugged. "I guess it was a little much to assume something from a kiss… especially one that was a challenge. But, I thought I felt something when we kissed."

Bex put her hands on Zak's shoulders. "Look, to some people, a kiss is special, and something that people feel that they should only share with someone they really care about. That's you, isn't it?"

Zak nodded. "I mean, it's not like that if it's just a quick peck or something on the cheek or chin."

"Well, Phoebe is like me," Bex said. "To her, a kiss is just a four letter word."

Unfortunately, neither Bex nor Zak noticed Jamie on the other side of a bush. She heard Bex talking, and felt his heart drop. He waited a moment, then came through to tell her what he had found out.

"Hey, Bex," he said. "Todd and Brooke found Genevieve over by the tents."

"Really?" Bex asked, a smile coming to her face. "Thanks." She jumped up quickly and kissed him before running off. Jamie followed slowly.

Confession Cam:

(Jamie) "If a kiss is just a four-letter word to her, then what does that me? A…" he begins to count as he spells, "J-A-M-I-E… a five-letter word? Does she even care about me at all? Or is she just using me?"

(Rufus) "So, Jamie comes to the camp ground looking like he had just been voted off or something. Then starts to tell me about Bex and Zak… when the hell did I become his confidant?"

Bex surveyed the campground, and noticed Todd fake a yawn and point at the girls tent as his arms came down. Bex nodded thanks to him, then snuck up on the tent. She peeked inside to notice that Genevieve was on her back. A wheezing snore came from her mouth. Bex rolled her eyes. "Too easy," she said and walked in and took out the final player.

A loud alarm went off. "And we have a winner!" Chris's voice announced. "Congratulation Bex. And to Brooke who took out four of her fellow campers. If you two could please report to the Dock of Shame for you prizes.

Brooke and Bex smiled at one another and then started for the Dock of Shame while everyone sat around the camp. Suddenly, Russell ran across the grounds carrying Mr. Muggles. There were several paint splatters on the back of his shirt and orange directly on the back of his head. Nessa chased after then, now with two large paintball guns.

"Where'd she get the guns and ammo?" Walter questioned.

"I think she asked Chris," Todd said.

Walter shrugged. "Yeah, he'd give her the tools to wreck havoc, I bet."

"Okay, girls," Chris said to Bex and Brooke. "First, Brooke, here's an immunity ticket for you to turn in for whoever, whenever you want. Now, if you will walk onto the boat, you may tell our French friend what you would like him to cook for you."

Brooke smiled and walked aboard the floating vessel.

"And, Bex, would you like to save this immunity ticket, or would you like to use it now to save someone else aside from yourself?"

"Hand it over, Chris," Bex said snatching the ticket from Chris's hands. "I know who is going home, and everyone wants him gone as well."

Ten campers settled into line to have their food served. Brooke sat at the end of a table, and waited for Todd to sit next to her.

"Zese conditions are horrid," a French man with a long, twisted mustache said, walking out of the kitchen into the dining hall with a large tray. A silver cover hid the contents. He placed the tray in front of Brooke and pulled off the lid. "Zere, I cooked a meal. Now I demand to be returned to my pozt."

"Yeah, yeah," Chris said, and pointed to the top deck. "I'll be up in a minute." The French chef left and the other ten campers were served sticky sloppy joes for dinner. "Okay, remember, another voting tonight. Bex is safe, but the other ten of you are up. May I suggest that those of you that were shot by Brooke turn on her as an exciting twist."

"You're not supposed to influence out votes," Christie said.

"Plus, we know who we're voting for," Nessa said. "And it's not Brooke."

Confession Cam:

(A ten-way screen split of Brooke, Todd, Bex, Rufus, Jamie, Nessa, Christie, Zak, Genevieve, and Walter so that it shows them all at once) "Russell."

(Russell) "That horrible girl, Nessa, got Mr. Muggles with paint pellets. She's going down!"

At the campfire ceremony, Chris frowned. "Did you all decide who you were sending home together or something? You all seem so certain."

"Look," Nessa said. "We know that it's Russell's turn to ride… again, so just give everyone else a marshmallow and we can get on with out miserable existence here for another three days."

"That's where you're wrong," Russell said. "I told everyone to vote against you."

"Yeah," Walter said. "But no one listened. Hot girl versus annoying boy with even worse dog? Not a difficult choice."

Russell turned to Chris. "Sorry dude, but they all put your name in the box… before the challenge was over."

"You traitors!" Russell yelled.

"We're not on a team," Rufus said. "And, if we were, well, we'd vote you off anyway."

"Come on, Mr. Muggles," Russell said. "We're too good for this anyway." Russell picked up his dog and took his walk to the Dock of Shame.

After the boat was long gone and most of the campers were in their tents sleeping, one camper remained on the Dock of Shame, his feet hanging over the edge and were dipped in the water. The moonlight brightened for a second on his cheek as it reflected the sliding tear.


Well, that was a sad ending. I don't think it's hard to figure out the camper on the Dock.