Content Warning:
Mild Violence
Mild Language
Mild Drinking
Tyler knocked on the door to Geoff's room. Without a response, Tyler entered.
"Hey bro. How ya' holding up?" Tyler asked he sat down next to Geoff.
"Not...good." Geoff mumbled as he took a sip of vodka. Right after the he threw it at the wall and stood up. "I'm pretty chill with life, but this...this isn't how life is supposed to be. How am I going to get through this? Who will help with my drinking?" Geoff cried.
"I can. You helped me with Alejandro...I could help you with that stuff." Tyler offered.
"You would do that?" Geoff asked curiously.
"Sure. We...can work on it together. Learn how to stop it. I heard the hotel has this big library living room place. We can study there." Tyler said.
"Thanks man. I really appreciate this." Geoff said. Tyler smiled and helped Geoff up, and the two boys went out of the room to go and learn.
Meanwhile, Blainley sat in her bed curled up, with her book on her lap. She couldn't write, she didn't have the strength. She was confused. She was out of power. She felt like she had nothing to write about. There was a knock on the door and Lindsay came in.
"What do you want blondie?" Blainley asked rudely.
"I'm just going around to see how everyone is. How are you?" Lindsay asked.
"Bad. I can't write, I can't think, I can't process anything in my mind. All I can think about was what happened ten minutes ago! She was my inspiration. She was what I used to keep going. Now I need a new hero. Someone strong." Blainley moped dramatically.
"You could always use me. I'm pretty, fun, smart and bi-languagel!" Lindsay said.
"Really? Use you? I don't know, I could use me. Well it's from my point of view. I could use Noah...he's too boring. Geoff is depressed, Courtney is a freak-a-zoid, Tyler is...no. But you...I guess it could be about Lindsay." Blainley finally agreed. "Let's walk, I can interview you."
The two stepped out of Blainley's room. They began walking down the hall, just walking around for no reason.
"Where is Courtney? You don't think she died?" Lindsay asked Blainley as the two wandered through the hotel. Blainley was interviewing Lindsay.
"Who cares? SO Lindsay, what are your strengths?" Blainley asked.
"I'm nice, smart, funny, cute, nice, talented, pretty, hilarious, intelligent, cool and bi-languagel." Lindsay said as she counted each adjective on her finger, apparently only holding up three fingers in the end.
"Yeah, great. What are your weaknesses?" Blainley asked, scribbling on a notepad.
"I really hate mean people like Heather. She used me and was so cruel. And testing products on animals is so not nice...well only the cute ones. Bad hair and the wrong lipstick, lip-gloss, blush, nail polish and tanning lotion brand is really bad for me." Lindsay explained.
"That's wonderful Lindsay. What do you think about the murders?" Blainley asked inquisitively.
"What do I think? Well I didn't take it seriously the first like...fifteen people, but when Beth was murdered, everything was awful! I can't believe someone was targeting us and killing us! It isn't right, but it's wrong! Poor Bridgette! I wish we could have saved her from the evil in her room. Now that Bridgette is gone, everything will go so wrong too! She was like...a leader. Without her, we are freaking clueless. How are we supposed to know what to do? Who will I make pretty again?" Lindsay cried out dramatically.
"I completely agree Lindsay. I really want to know, is who is doing this." Blainley said
"Defiantly. Courtney seems to be the only one mean enough to do this. Or maybe it's Izzy and she faked her coma...or whatever she was in." Lindsay thought.
"Izzy? That does make sense." Blainley said as she wrote on her notepad. "You are very interesting Lindsay."
Noah was lost in giant hospital wing. He couldn't find his way out, after he came to the wing to observe the incident. He ended up going deeper and further into the wing. Noah looked around at the signs which were all in Portuguese for some odd reason. The section he was in wasn't nice. It was very run down, like an abandoned mental asylum. Creeped out, Noah turned around a corner which had sign reading "Exttreme isolamento". Confused and having no idea what it said,
Noah went down that hall, past heavy metal doors. After hopeless wandering, he entered a room. The room was somewhat nice, and looked like an operating room. Fresh blood was stained on the operating table. Lights were constantly flickering, and the smell was awful. Maybe it wasn't that nice after all. Suddenly there was a loud crash. Noah whipped around to see nothing. He backed up into a gurney, in which someone arose from it, covered in a sheet. Noah screamed as the figure approached him.
Noah opened his eyes. He was tied up, and was hanging from the ceiling, dangling over a bunch or tools used in surgery, which were pointed upwards.
"Ah! Someone get me down from here!" Noah cried out. As he did so, a figure wearing a long trench coat and a bowler hat appeared.
"Hello Noah. So great you could make it." The figure said. "Sorry to keep you hanging. You might just get suspended." The figure added. "Stop it! Your being ru-u-ude!' The figure said to themselves as they swatted their hand in the air.
"What do you want?" Noah asked loudly, just in case someone was around to help.
"Sorry about that!" The figure said as they walked into the light. It was no other than Izzy. "Totally hard to keep Slicether under control. He loves slicing things, hence the knives." Izzy said cheerfully with a big smile on her face. Noah stared at her confused. Was this another alternate personality.
Geoff opened the door to the great library. It was huge. It was two floors and you could see the second floor, which was just a series a platforms with bookshelves on the side of them, with stairs leading to them. The library had numerous luxury couches and coffee tables, all complete with a grand piano and a magnificent hanging chandelier.
"Whoa...didn't picture it like this at all." Tyler gaped in awe as he scanned the room.
"So are we gonna' use books...or what?" Geoff asked.
"That's why were in the library bro." Tyler said as he walked to the nearest bookshelf. He took down a book and scanned the cover. "Meet Our Presidents". Tyler flipped through the book to find only thirteen presidents were in the book. This wasn't an old library, it was ancient.
"How are we going to find an old 1800's book on drinking and addiction in here?" Geoff asked. The two boys ended up spending hours in the library.
"Have you found anything, bro?" Tyler asked as he flipped through books.
"No. It's almost nine o'clock. We've been searching for hours and we haven't found a single thing!" Geoff pouted as he threw a book away.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Tyler said in a happy, yet nervous tone. From underneath a cabinet, he pulled out a tray of exotic liquors and shot glasses.
"No way..." Geoff said as he stared at everything in awe. He immediately grabbed a glass.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea. We're here to find a way to stop it...not start it." Tyler said uneasily as he watched Geoff pouring himself a glass of some fancy beer.
"If you can't beat em, join em!" Geoff said as he downed the whole glass, followed by more. Tyler shrugged and grabbed a glass and began filling it to the rim. He knew this wasn't a good idea, but went with it anyway.
While those two fools were downing liqour, Blainley was still talking to Lindsay.
"But I wasn't just bummed about being voted off, I was in France! That's where I bought so many fancy French clothes. I got a beret, a new ball gown, jewelry, lingerie, cute blue boots, a whole new set of make up and hair products!" Lindsay squealed.
"Sounds like the most fun elimination ever." Blainley sarcastically commented. "Now, you told me about all of your eliminations for the past three seasons, how do you think about season four?" Blainley asked as she prepared a new page of notes.
"Well I am totally sad about not being on it. But after each time I was eliminated, I felt great! Though in my contract, Chris said I have to be on it for one episode. I'm going to be some judge for some fashion show! i get to where my blue boots!" Lindsay explained.
"He's bringing back old cast for little cameos? I want one! This is absoulutley unfair!" Blainley pouted angrily.
At the lobby check-in desk, on of Chris's interns appeared. They made their way up to the desk to talk to one of the hotel co-managers.
"How may I help you sir?" The co-manager asked.
"I have a, um, letter for Chris McLain." The intern said holding up an envelope.
"He left a few hours ago. I don't know where though." The co-manager replied.
"Oh, okay. The letter is some legal thing. Chris is being sued by the parents of the children who have been killed, and of the ones who are still on the island. It adds up to over one-hundred million dollars." The intern whispered.
"Oh gosh, that's rough." the co-manager said with an uneasy look on his face.
"I also heard, one of the parent's who came to pick up their kid who was already dead, got killed too. Someone murdered the parents." The intern said. After a long conversation, the intern left the hotel just to be greeted by the killer.
"You do not speak of what has happened. You understand?" The killer said. The intern, who was too scared to say anything made a run for it. The killer grabbed the back of the intern's shirt and pulled them close. They withdrew their knife and slit the intern's throat open. Blood poured all over the ground as the intern gagged. "Let's leave them a little present." The killer said, disappearing into the hotel.
"Let me get this straight, okay? You broke free from the ICU, and ran and hid from the doctors. You decided to live in the run-down wing and survive off blood and old chicken?" Noah asked.
"You got it right, Noah old buddy old pal!" Izzy replied.
"Ew." Noah said with a disgusted look. "Who is Slicether?" Noah asked.
"Slicether is adorable. He is a little friend who loves slicing things...with knives. He get's a little loco and tries to kill people, the usual! But then I said, Slicether, you must stop scaring people. It isn't good for your cholesterol." Izzy explained.
"Uh-huh. So you want to go back up into the hotel? I've been stuck in here forever, ever since I came to help...Geoff." Noah asked.
"Will...will they like me?" Izzy asked, as if they didn't know her.
"I'm sure they'll be surprised." Noah said.
"LET'S GO!" Izzy cheered as she jumped onto Noah's shoulders, causing them to fall down.
"Are you still Chris's assistant?" Izzy asked.
"No." Noah replied.
"Do you still work as an agent?" Izzy asked.
"No." Noah replied.
"Are you gay?" Izzy asked.
"No, I'm not Tyler. Are you done yet?" Noah asked.
"Fine Mr. Angry. So how's everyone doing? They okay?" Izzy asked.
"Bridgette...she...died. That's why I was down here.." Noah said uneasily.
"Oh no!" Izzy cried as she hopped off Noah's shoulders and bolted down he hall.
"Izzy! Wait...what do I care?" Noah said tom himself as he followed Izzy.
Tyler and Geoff giggled as they finished drinking another bottle. They were completely drunk and have finished four bottles each. They took in way too much. Tyler laughed moronically as he snuggled his head on Geoff's shoulder.
"What...what are do...doing?" Geoff asked woozily.
"Nothin...just getting cozy." Tyler said as he began to kiss Geoff's neck.
"Dude...stop. S-s-seriously." Geoff moaned as he pathetically tried to push Tyler off.
"It's too cool bro. We...like won't...like remember. We're...too..." Tyler stopped talking as he moved his hand up Geoff's thigh, up to his crotch. Geoff gasped and pushed Tyler's hand off.
"Tyler...I...I'm not...you...not gay." Geoff whispered as he leaned back. Tyler however didn't listen. He continued to fondle Geoff, as Geoff continued to push Tyler off. "Dude get the fuck off me." Geoff said as he pushed Tyler off onto the ground. Geoff grabbed a bottle of beer and headed up to the second floor.
"What exactly happened to Bridgette?" Blainley asked, curious about Bridgette's death.
"Geoff totally explained it back in the hospital. It was only about an hour ago. She fell from like a window or something. People believe she was pushed." Lindsay said.
"Who pushed her? How did this happen?" Blainley asked.
"Well it happened like this..." Lindsay began...
What happened to Bridgette? Where is she? Is she okay? The story of her fate, next chapter.
Survivors: Geoff, Courtney, Lindsay, Tyler, Noah, Blainley and Izzy.
Unknown: Bridgette
Victims: Duncan, Gwen, Sierra, Sadie, Owen, DJ, Eva, Alejandro, Justin, Harold, Ezekiel, Katie, Heather, Beth, Cody, LeShawna, Trent, Trent's Parents and an Intern.
A/N: Well this chapter technically didn't center around the killer. It was pretty good I thought? Will Geoff let Tyler seduce him? Izzy is back! Of course she didn't die, it's Izzy! Probably wondering what happened to Bridgette? I accidently deleted the chapter that had the whole Bridgette fiasco, so I had to replace it with this. I hope you like it. Remember to vote on the poll. So I've been getting messages about if there will be a sequel. There will be a sequel featuring the survivors of this story and the 13 contestants from season 4! :D
Chapter 11 coming up! Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D
