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Gory Violence
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"Yes I know. You've told me this a hundred times. I get it! I don't care how it's done, it just needs to be fast. These kids needs to get the heck of this island and away from this serial killer. Getting killed wasn't in their contract!" Chris screamed as he threw his phone down.

"No luck?" Bridgette asked as she approached Chris.

"None! Zero! Zip! Zilch! Nada! Nothing!" Chris cried as he waved his arm around.

"I hope you hurry up. Do you know how much legal trouble you'll be in if I am hurt? A LOT! My contract clearly states that if I am killed on set that there is a million dollar lawsuit. To add to that, we can put you out of business and send you to jail." Courtney said. Everyone turned around and looked at her with disgusted looks. "What? I only came up with part of it!" Courtney said.

Bridgette grabbed Courtney and pulled her over to the side.

"Courtney, no-offense, but this isn't the time for that." Bridgette told her.

"No-offense! I took offense! Who cares anyway?" Courtney complained.

"A lot of people care. Some people think your being insensitive. Bridgette said.

"Who? WHO!" Courtney demanded.

"Trent and Lindsay." Bridgette admitted. "

Trent and Lindsay? Trent is paralyzed, he can't think straight! Lindsay is a complete idiot! She doesn't know red from pink!" Courtney cried as she pointed at Lindsay who was 'focusing' intensely.

"Okay, I've seen this color before." Lindsay began. "It looks somewhat red, but may be a shade of pink. Or maybe it's a really dark pink. No! It's a really saturated red! That has to be it! Or maybe it's dried blood, or ketchup!" Lindsay cried as she examined Tyler's tracksuit.

Bridgette sighed "That isn't the point Courtney! The point is that you need to be nice about this sensitive situation!" Bridgette said.

"Nice? Trent is paralyzed, Lindsay and Tyler a idiots, Blainley is a stupid fame hog, Noah doesn't do crap, You and I are fighting and Geoff is drinking away his sorrows with his one-hundredth bottle of jack!" Courtney cried loudly, panting heavily.

"I can't believe you." Bridgette said. She has seen how Courtney can be, but to personally attack Geoff was crossing the line. "Back off Courtney." Bridgette said, walking off.

"We aren't done you...you weird vegan...surfing...blonde...screwed up freak!" Courtney yelled.

"Blonde, screwed up freak!" Blainley said out loud as she wrote in her book. "Love it!" she said. Courtney whipped around and glared angrily at Blainley, as Blainley smiled, writing in her book. In a matter of seconds, Courtney had walked up to Blainley.

"What the hell are you writing about ME? You...freaky whore!" Courtney asked angrily.

"Language, language." Blainley mocked as she scribbled in her book.

"Give it to me you, you noob!" Courtney jumped forward and snatched the book, running off and reading it. Blainley got up and chased her.

"Give that back! Hey! Stop it! Crap! DAMN HEELS!" Blainley threw off her shoes and chased after Courtney, who was just now making it inside.

"Bridgette watched enviously from a far as...Courtney made HER MOVE ON GEOFF!" Courtney screamed out loud while she was reading the book.

"So you may have to make things up to make it interesting! In my story you seduce Geoff and Bridgette gets with Trent! Also...in my story...Tyler was...in a relationship with...Trent!" Blainley panted as she chased Courtney up and down the halls.

"Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven and Eight." Courtney looked at the table of contents. "Have fun finishing eight, Blainler-horrific! Ha!" Courtney shouted.

"No! Get back here! If you give it back I'll make sure you don't get killed off in the book!" Blainley screamed from down the hall.

"Really?" Courtney asked as she turned around and walked over to Blainley. "Not only that, but I don't screw Geoff. And don't be afraid to put me in there with Alejandro. Oh, make Gwen die in the worst painful way ever! You know I'll enjoy it." Courtney said.

"Sure thing." Blainley lied. Courtney walked off leaving Blainley with her book. "As if! This book is pure gold! Change my relationship with Geoff my ASS!" Blainley laughed as she walked off with her book. She then noticed something odd about the book. Pages were missing. "COURTNEY! YOU BITCH" Blainley screamed loudly and angrily.

"So it is red? Let me get us some RED drinks." Lindsay said walking off. Tyler sighed loudly.

"Trouble with Lindsay?" Trent ask as he came up next to Tyler, in a wheelchair.

"Yeah, she is so...I dunno. She isn't thinky enough." Tyler said.

"I see what you mean. She isn't your only problem." Trent said looking up at Tyler.

"What? What do ya mean?" Tyler asked nervously.

"Alejandro. Dude you can talk about that stuff with me. I'm the only...sober guy around you can talk to. Well there's Noah but I don't think he cares." Trent said.

"Oh...I guess. I've talked to Lindsay about it. I dunno, It's private." Tyler said.

"Alright. Just give me a holler if you want to talk, ok?" Trent asked as he wheeled away. "Five, six, seven, eight, nine." Trent said to himself. His lucky number was nine, everyone knew that. Sure everyone wanted good luck, but was this luck something personal? Was there a new problem in his life in which he needed good luck?

Chris had gathered everyone up for another one of his meetings. This wasn't an unusual thing anymore, since he had meetings all the time.

"Ok guys, I...we are in some serious heat here. Moving over to here was supposed to good, but it turned bad. Three of you guys have been killed down here in just two days. Tomorrow is when you guys are supposed to be evacuated. I don't see how eight of you can be butchered in this short amount of time. It's almost four, there is no way. As I was saying, I am leaving the island to get to the local RCMP for help. Also FBI other federal...people. That mean you guys and the interns will be stuck here...with the killer...and Chef. I haven't seen Chef around so you're lucky, you get actual food! Anyway it's up to you guys to keep up with yourself and stay safe. I came here with twenty-five, I expect to leave with at least five or six of you guys. On a side note, Trent's parents will pick him up around five or six, so he's lucky. Take care guys." Chris said. A boat pulled up to the dock, which was driven by Chef. Chef and Chris were both leaving! Chris was gone in a matter of seconds.

"Great. How are we supposed to fend for ourselves alone, If we can't handle ourselves even when Chris is here!" Trent asked rhetorically.

"I have a strange ironic feeling Chris isn't coming back." Courtney said.

"As much as I'd like to disagree on that, I can't. Courtney may be right. It would make sense and would be just like him if Chris didn't come back." Bridgette said.

"Oh great, so we're stranded here? I can't do this everybody. We need a plan." said Lindsay.

"Lindsay is right! We need to stick together! There are eight of us. We are less vulnerable if we split ourselves down the middle. Four of us stick together, while the other stick together. Me, Geoff, Lindsay and Tyler will be the first four. Trent, Blainley, Courtney and Noah will be the others. Your personal buddies will be; Me and Geoff, Lindsay and Tyler, Trent and Blainley, Courtney and Noah. Those are you buddies if your group of four splits up." Bridgette said.

"Since when do YOU get to make the rules?" Courtney asked angrily.

"I've just been a leader so long I assumed." Bridgette said.

"No! I was a C.I.T. I should be the leader. I'm better than you! You are a dumb blonde freak, remember?" Courtney objected

Lindsay squealed and jumped into Tyler's arms. Tyler smiled sheepishly. Bridgette just wanted to be with Geoff so she could help him with his drinking and any other problem he had. Blainley wasn't so thrilled being with Trent. She thought he was useless. Noah couldn't care less, but Courtney could. Overall, no one was happy who they were with, except Lindsay and Tyler. One group of four slept in two conjoined rooms. Same with the other four. The group was on the same floor, floor five.

The rooms were exactly parallel from each other. Bridgette took wanted an extreme sense of safety and security. There was only one key card for each room. No one could risk letting the card get into wrong hands. Ultimately this was a problem. Cards were lost over and over, so they'd have to get new ones. Since it was an abandoned hotel turned into a suite that no one comes to, the service was fast.

"Five, six, seven, eight, nine." Trent said with his eyes closed. Blainley studied about Trent's odd obsession with the number nine. He hasn't been this fixated with nine since Total Drama Action. Blainley knew she could make this more juicy in her book.

"It got weirder and weirder each day. His obsession with nine. He claims its because of his toy train that only has nine wheels. I believe there is more to it. Could the number nine be something more. A code? Cryptic message?" Blainley whispered to herself as she wrote in her book. Trent watched her from his bed.

"You know I can here you, right?" Trent said.

"You know you have a screwed up obsession with a number." Blainley retorted.

"Nine is my lucky number because of the train my grandpa gave me. A wheel fell off making Maybe you the train only have nine wheels. That became my lucky number." Trent tried to explain.

"Trent and Kill make nine." Blainley said.

"What are you suggesting?" Trent asked.

"Nothing. You could have purposely gotten hurt. I'm sure no one checked on you often in the hospital. You could gave snuck out and hitched a ride back to the island, killing everyone. Angry that your ex-girlfriend went for Duncan drove you over the edge." Blainley said.

"Blainley! That, that is ridiculous!" Trent cried. He was horrified by what Blainley said. Blainley didn't have feeling for anyone, which was a known fact. "Whatever man. I'm getting something to eat." Trent said as he wheeled himself to the door.

"Wait, I am forced to come with you." Blainley called out.

"Oh right. Great." Trent commented sarcastically as he waited at the door.

Blainley walked into the bathroom and began applying some make-up. From the shower, there was a strange dripping sound. Blainley turned around and slowly approached the shower. In a flash she threw the curtain open and her eyes widened. Her eyes moved around the awful sight she saw. Slowly she turned around and gasped loudly.

"Blainley?" Trent called out. He wheeled over into the bathroom to find blood on the counter. He sat up high in his wheelchair and peered on the counter. Scared and disturbed, he opened the door and wheeled outside into the hall. From the shower, the killer emerged, holding a bloody knife. Trent wheeled down to the elevator and pressed the button. He turned around to see the killer coming down the hall.

Unusually the elevator was on the top floor. It seemed the elevator was always on the top floor. Trent wheeled into the elevator and the door began closing. As the door began closing he saw the killer emerge from his room. Trent gasped. As the door shut, the killer disappeared down a hallway. Trent sat uncomfortably in the elevator as he waited for it to stop.

The doors open and Trent wheeled out. He was in the lobby. He made his way over to a map of the hotel which showed the hotel's layout and blueprints. It seems the dining hall was in a separate part of the building, which was only accessible by going outside and around the pools. There was the main pool, the hot tub and the green house pool. The green house pool was basically a green house with a pool inside. It was used for relaxation and herbal medicines and healing. It was fairly large and had a retractable roof. The pool was used as a therapy pool in which you can heat up to over three-hundred degrees.

The building was all glass. As Trent nervously wheel around the large pool. His parents should pick him up soon, so he knew he was fine. As his wandered around the large property he spotted something unusual. A figure which was somewhat hidden. They stood behind some pool furniture. They were on the opposite side of the pool. Trent quickly began to wheel away. As he quickened the pace, the killer launched a long stick across the pool. The stick went exactly, and evenly through the spokes of the wheelchair.

The wheelchair stopped abruptly and Trent flew forward. He flew through the doors of the greenhouse and landed face first on the concrete. The wheelchair tumbled down the inclined floor and landed on Trent. It felt like a sauna inside. It was very humid, and the warm pool made it hotter. Trent peered to see the killer walking near the greenhouse. Trent had to hide. He pulled himself into a few large-leafed plants, which hid him well. The killer slammed through the doors. The doors closed with a loud 'click'. The killer wandered around, eyeing almost everything in the greenhouse. It was a couple minutes until Trent heard the doors open and close again.

Slowly he crawled out into the open, completely exposed. He grabbed onto a a ledge used to house plants. As Trent propped himself up, someone pushed him. Trent ultimately fell on the floor. He rolled back and fell into the hot therapy pool, which was already nearing one-hundred degrees. Trent screamed as he hit the water. The hot water began to burn him. The pool wasn't deep, at the max it was five feet deep. Trent was only in about two feet of water, so he could prop himself up in the water.

As Trent made it to the ledge of the pool, he met eyes with the killer. The killer didn't want Trent leaving. Everywhere Trent tried to escape out of the pool, the killer would be there. There was no way out of the pool. As Trent made it to another ledge, he grabbed the killer's ankle, and pulled them into the water. This was Trent's chance. As fast as he could, he pulled himself over to a ledge, in which he threw himself over onto the hard ground. The killer had disappeared under the bubbles and water.

There was thick fog and mist in the greenhouse, so it was hard to see. You could only see about a foot or two ahead. As Trent made it halfway to the exit, he felt warm steel penetrate his back, not once, but twice. He was hit in the exact same place he was before when he was first attacked. The killer flipped Trent over on his back, which was extremely painful. The killer was soaking and was dripping everywhere. They raised the knife and stabbed it diagonally into Trent's chest twice. Trent screamed in agony and pain. Blood poured from his wounds. Blood overflowed and dripped into the pool, turning it red.

Bridgette was up in her room. She was outside on the balcony. She turned around and looked out over her balcony.

"What's wrong babe?" Geoff asked as he approached her with a bottle of jack in one hand.

"Put that up! Please Geoff!" Bridgette pleaded.

"You can't tell me what to do Bridge!" Geoff objected.

"The law sure can." Bridgette said. She heard the scream of Trent again. "Did you hear that? It sounded like Trent!" Bridgette cried as she leaned over the balcony, which was almost directly above the greenhouse. Bridgette silenced Geoff and listened. There it was, another scream. "I have to get down there." Bridgette said as she looked through the glass roof of the greenhouse. "Oh my god!" Bridgette screamed. She was leaning to far and flipped over the balcony, but Geoff caught Bridgette's ankle. She danged upside down viewing the killer murdering Trent. She had to stop if. From her pocket, she took out her phone. Sacrifice was needed. Bridgette threw her phone and it crashed through the roof. The killer looked up, and disappeared.

Bridgette had to do something. She wasn't thinking right, but felt like she had to stop the killer. With all of Bridgette's force, she wriggled from Geoff's grip and fell into the greenhouse. She smashed through the glass and was caught by a few plants. What she saw was awful. Trent had been stabbed four time in the chest, and back. In the middle of his chest, a bloody number nine was carved. Bridgette stared, completely traumatized. Bridgette fell from the plant and landed on dead Trent. She noticed a sharp pain in her back. From her back she withdrew a long piece of glass. Bridgette yelped as she saw the bloody piece of glass, and how much damage it could have done to her. Suddenly, everyone rushed into the greenhouse, all of the other six ex-contestants.

"B-Bridgette?" Lindsay asked fearfully as he forced Tyler to cradle her.

"This is something juicy." Blainley said as she scribbled in her book Bridgette realized what was going on. Everyone thought she killed Trent since she was laying on top of Trent with a piece of bloody glass in her hand.

"No guys, you don't understand." Bridgette said as everyone eyes her menacingly.

7 left, 18 down. Will people be convinced Bridgette killed Trent? Will Geoff stand up for her? Where could the killer have gone in that short amount and time? All to come soon.

Survivors: Geoff, Bridgette, Courtney, Lindsay, Tyler, Noah and Blainley.

Victims: Duncan, Gwen, Sierra, Sadie, Owen, DJ, Eva, Alejandro, Justin, Harold, Ezekiel, Katie, Heather, Beth, Izzy, Cody, LeShawna and Trent

A/N: Anyone notice Trent died on Chapter NINE? I got that idea from a review and I thought it was such a clever and good idea I used it. Honestly, if no one said Trent should die on 9, he would have lived and made it to the final survivors. Izzy's fate is still undetermined. There could be 7, or 8 survivors, depending on Izzy.

It's hard to decide who the killer are with such an "innocent" group ;). Is Bridgette playing everyone? Could Geoff be proving his manliness to Bridgette? Is Courtney hungry for revenge? Is Lindsay...um...I'm not sure what her motive is. Is Tyler trying to be...cool? :P Could Noah be showing his skills? Is Blainley a mean fame hog? Motives, motives. Is there 1 killer? 2, 3? 4? How many do you think there are, and who, and why? Share your thoughts!

Chapter 10 coming up!Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D