Hello there! I'm back with yet another chapter of TDPV!
Can anyone tell me why it seems like an eternity since I last worked on this? Meh, probably not. Anyways, I'm so sorry this took so long to right. Life, as usual, kept on getting in the way until I finally managed to defeat with a sucker punch to the kiwis.
Oh, well!
As always, comment, review, suggest, and request down below!
Onwards!
"Last time on Total Drama: Pahkitew's Vengeance: In a homage to our Season 1 hide and seek challenge, I handcuffed every single one of our super powered freaks together and sent them packing with my good friend Chef Hatchet hunting every last one of them down!" Chris chuckled before his expression turned serious. "But then, through a series of events I never saw coming, Kiko sent cuckoo-crazy-bonkers with power when she realized that she no longer needed Zelda to cheat for her! Long story short, it was a battle of the watches as Micheal and Kiko battled it out an amazing showcase of forms! In the end, Micheal ended up being mutated into a bigger freak than before and Kiko got the boot after BURNING MY ISLAND!" Chris screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Will Micheal ever return to normal? How long will Toni and Paul's relationship last? Can Zelda ever earn the trust of her friends ever again? And can my teeth possibly get any whiter?" Chris grinned, flashing his trademark smile to the camera. "Find out now on Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!"
(theme song plays)
The air was hot and thick with the smell of sweat and desperation. But mostly, it was filled with blood.
Toni always assumed that rescuing her mother from the authorities of Nigeria would not be as easy as a walk in the park, but she never imagined it would be this bloody. She thought that she could simply walk in with her friends at her side and intimidate the heck out of them into releasing her mother, but no, they didn't seem to want to give her up.
"Look out!"
Toni yelped as Paul slammed into her and pushed to the ground as gunfire rattled overhead. There came a flash of blood red light and a loud roar of fury as Micheal activated the Animatrix and was morphed into a large Tyrannosaurus Rex as he quickly charged in front of Paul and Toni provided them with cover as they scrambled to their feet and scurried out of the way. The dinosaur bellowed once more and charged at the troops of the military base, most of the bullets bouncing harmlessly off of his skin; several tanks fired off their rounds in the hopes of using the dinosaur's size against him, but Micheal had had much practice dodging projectiles and was engulfed in a flash of bright red like, morphing into a jackrabbit and skillfully bouncing left and right to avoid the shells as they exploded.
"C'mon! We can't let him have all the fun!" Paul cried over the roar of the battle as his image shimmered and vanished into thin air. Toni clapped her hands over her ears as a large explosion rocked the earth and she peeked open her eyes just in time to see Anuok launch herself into the fray with her daggers in her fingers, a deep smirk on her face. She watched as a soldier suddenly went down as if he had been attacked from behind, followed by a second one and a third; soon, almost a dozen soldiers had been taken out by the invisible force that was Paul.
Toni sucked in a deep breath and focused on an image in her head; the changes soon began. Deep, orange fur sprouted all over her body, covering every inch of her as her clothes started to vanish into thin air. Darker patterns etched themselves over the fur, becoming long stripes of varying lengths and thickness as a long, striped tail sprouted from the base of her spine. Muscles piled themselves over her back and legs, her toe nails ripping through her shoes as they became wicked claws. Her arms shifted into front legs, her fingers shortening into pads as razor sharp claws grew from her fingernails. Her skull ground and crushed as teeth ripped themselves through her gums, barely even fitting into her mouth until her head caught up with the rest of her. Her shoulders became massively muscled as her lavender eyes turned a solid gold with a deadly, black slit for an iris, whiskers sprouting all over the front of her face, completing the transformation.
With a savage roar, the Bengal tiger bounded into the battle, teeth bared and claws outstretched as a large rhino came charging out from an explosion and smashed into a military car, sending the drivers flying as the large animal rammed its horn into the vehicle a second time. The big cat didn't pay the large animal any mind as it pounced into a military charge and immediately attacked the driver, sinking her faces into the back of his neck and raking his skin with her claws. The man screamed as the tiger released her grip on him and threw the man out of the truck before attacking the passenger and pushing him out of the vehicle.
The car suddenly rocked as the car door opened and an invisible force climbed into the driver's seat before closing the door behind it; the air shimmered and wavered for a few seconds before Paul reappeared, a wicked smile on his face. "I've always wanted to drive one of these." he grinned as a large gorilla with a red collar around its neck and Anuok climbed into the front after Toni jumped into the back with Micheal. Anuok scribbled something on her notepad and handed it to Paul to read.
"Put the pedal to the medal?" Paul read with a smile. "It would be my pleasure!" he laughed as he stomped down on the gas, the tires squealing as the car shot off across the landscape and away from the military base located in the desert, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake.
"Aw, yeah! I got a tiger and gorilla in the back seat and a hot chick in the front! Best day ever!" Paul cheered until he heard a low growl. "Of course, she's not as hot as you, babe." he quickly covered himself.
Micheal suddenly screeched as he hauled himself out of the window of the car and onto the roof, howling angrily as gunfire could just barely be heard over the roar of helicopters. Paul glanced in the rear view mirror of the car to see almost a dozen more vehicles chasing after them with about three choppers in the air and firing their guns at them. "Aw, crap." he grumbled under his breath as he twisted the wheel and made a sharp U-turn back at the military trucks, catching them off by surprise as Paul sped back past them and back at the military base, buying them time until the small force was able to turn itself around.
"Anuok, where're they keeping Toni's mom!?" Paul yelled over the roar of the helicopters.
Anuok quickly scribbled something on her notepad and handed it to Paul just as Micheal ripped the rear right car door off of its hinges and chucked it at an approaching copter, shielding his eyes as it exploded in a fire ball and the passengers jumped out. The gorilla roared angrily and pounded his chest, reaching back inside the car and tore the car seat out with ease before lobbing it at the military vehicles on the ground, stalling them longer enough for Paul to gain a couple more yards.
"What!? Whaddya mean they aren't even keeping her in the base!?" Paul yelled with fury as he made another U-turn and sped right back at the small army of vehicles, shooting past them as Micheal ripped off the other back car door and chucked it at the lead car, smirking when it exploded and made the desert all the brighter.
Anuok shrugged as Micheal hauled himself back inside the car just as the Animatrix timed out and returned him back to his human form. "We seriously just wasted three hours of sneaking about to get into a base that doesn't even hold what we're looking for?" he glared at Paul.
"Hey, I just found out now!" Paul protested. "And at least I'm not the one that blew our cover!"
"How was I supposed to know the Animatrix would turn me freaking fish with legs!?" Micheal roared. "How am I supposed to know what's out there in the galaxy!?"
"What I wanna know is how a species that's just a little fish with little legs actually survives long enough for it to become sentient." Paul grumbled as the sand around them was pelted with bullets, the roof becoming riddled with dents and bumps where the projectiles had impacted. "AH! I've been hit!" Paul cried as a bullet grazed his shoulder, the car swerving left and right as Paul went bonkers until Micheal pushed him aside and grabbed hold of the wheel, righting themselves once more just before they would have crashed into a pile of rocks.
"Geez, dude! Concentrate on driving!" Micheal cried, sparing enough to throw a look at Paul. Unfortunately, the moment was long enough for the car to suddenly swerve to the left and go sailing over the edge of a large canyon!
"Can I just say that we all suck?" Paul sighed as the car plummeted to the bottom of the canyon, the two teens screaming their heads off as Toni yowled in terror; Anuok, as usual, was absolutely silent, even in mortal terror.
"Attention freshmeat! Your sleeping in is getting in the way of precious time that could be spent with you getting hurt!"
Toni gasped and jolted up in bad, hitting the bottom of the top bunk painfully as Chris went on with his annoying, early morning announcement. Grumbling under her breath, Toni yawned and climbed out of bed shuffling her way out onto the deck of their barely intact tree house; the surrounding was not a pretty sight with smoldering, blackened trees as far as the eye could see with black ash for soil as crows and vultures soared over the dissipating thermals.
"Morning, Beautiful!" Paul yawned as he shuffled out onto the deck next to her, rubbing his eyes; due to the fact that there wasn't anyway to determine a winner last time, Chris had forced the contestants to all sleep in the smoking remains of the Rampaging Rhino's tree house instead of spending the night in the Hangout of Awesomeness, despite the fact that it was more structurally sound than the tree house. "Sleep well last night?" Paul asked his girlfriend.
Toni shrugged as she leaned on the railing. "I had the dream again last night." she said.
"Which one?" Paul wondered.
"The one where we rescue my mom and end up driving off a cliff."
"I don't remember that." Paul cocked an eyebrow.
"That's because it didn't happen," Toni sighed. "For some reason, my mind keeps twisting itself to believe that my mom was kept in a shack in the middle of the desert with an IV jammed into her arm instead of locked away in the bowels of a military base."
"Maybe your mind is sort of censoring what it doesn't like," Paul offered. "By the way, did Micheal still get turned into that little fish dude?"
"I was getting to that before Ol' Manure Face interrupted." Toni grumbled, rolling her eyes. Before Paul could offer some more insults towards Chris, there came a pair of startled shrieks from inside the tree house, one of them belonging to a male and the other belonging to a female; mere seconds later, Alan came flying out of the tree house and over the side, landing painfully on the ground below.
"Stay outta my bed if you know what's good for ya!" Maurananei yelled over the railing, shaking a clenched fist.
Confessional
"So just when I think Alan might actually become a gentleman and stop his perverted ways, I wake up to see him in my bunk with his face in my cleavage!" Maurananei roared. "I swear, if he tries that one more time I'll crush him like a grape!"
Change Confessional
"I don't know what happened!" Alan squeaked. "One moment, I'm sound asleep in my own bed, and the next I'm cuddled up next to Maurananei!"
"Like a grape!" Maurananei interrupted from outside the rotting outhouse.
"And what's worse, everyone now thinks that I'm a pervert again! And just when I was starting to get over that stuff and make some friends too!" Alan whimpered.
"GRAPE!" Maurananei roared.
"Mom, if you're listening, I leave all my card collections to you! They're worth some serious dough!" Alan cried.
Change Confessional
"Oh, dear," Serphonus grinned darkly with a sarcastic tone. "How ever did Alan get himself in such sticky situation?" he tut-tutted, all while grinning wickedly. "And while I'm free to play around with these poor saps, no one even knows who I am. It's almost too easy." smiled darkly.
End Confessional
"Welcome, campers, to today's challenge!" Chris grinned.
None of the campers looked particularly happy to see the sadistic host so early in the morning, especially Maurananei; it took the combined forces of Mitchell, Paul, and Toni to keep her from strangling the host and then using him to beat Alan senseless. Chris watched the whole thing with amusement, loving how he could create such drama simply by standing about and doing almost nothing.
A large shadow passed overhead as Micheal descended to the ground, flapping his large bat wings to slow his fall as the snake attached to shoulder reared up and looked around, stopping on Chris as the octopus tentacle and Nisilaha arms flexed, as if imagining Chris's skull between their suckers and fingers. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Freakshow himself." Chris grinned. "Considered joining the circus once the show is over?" Micheal's response was to let a guttural growl escape his cage of teeth as he smashed a fist into the pine tree next to him, reducing it to a smoldering pile of circuitry and splinters.
"He's says that his next target is you." Caroline translated fearfully, cowering behind Maurananei.
Chris gulped nervously and took a step back, deciding now was probably no the best time to be subjected to horrific forms of mutilation. "Anyways, since Kiko burned the whole island, today's challenge will take place in the virtual world while we get things cleaned up around here!" he announced. "That's right! We're using the Virtual Reality machine again, and we're playing Club Citadel 2!"
"Don't you mean Team For-" Alan wondered.
"We didn't get the rights, okay?" Chris frowned. "And as of today, there will be no more teams!"
"WHAT!?" the contestants all cried.
"That's right!" Chris grinned maliciously. "After today's challenge, it's ever camper for themselves! But before we let anarchy rule, you will all be combined together into one team to play in today's challenge! Your opponents will be a collection of veteran competitors from the previous seasons, but you'll have to see which one's you're up against." Chris smiled darkly. "The option of the game to collect the other team's brief case and make it back to your own base before either time runs out or the other team manages to steal your booty."
"Really?" Toni rolled her eyes.
"Yep! And to make things interesting, you each have one life, so be careful! And friendly fire counts!" he added upon seeing Anuok raise her hand. "Your skill sets and classes have already been selected, so all you need to do is get in there and try not to die! If your team manages to grab the brief case or kill all the other competitors, everyone is safe and no one will go home tonight. If you fail however, one sorry loser will be sent home in the Torpedo of Shame!"
"You are sick, you know that?" Zelda coughed, sporting her previous injuries from the last challenge and leaning heavily on a crutch.
"Been called worse," Chris shrugged. "Now go! I wanna see every last one of your butts in the game in less than five minutes!"
The map was rather small and yet spacious to say the least. The air felt hot and thick against the contestant's skin as they spawned in, decked out in their respective gear. Surrounded on all sides by a tall chain link fence topped with barbed wire, two matching fortresses faced each other on opposite sides of a a deep canal with rank, green water filling up the bottom as a covered bridge gave the only access between the two buildings. Each building had a central tower with what could have been a clock tower at one point had the wood not been rotting and the structure not gratified by bright colors of "GRN RULES, YLW DROOLS!", among other things and more crude messages; ancient barn-like buildings surrounded the central clock tower, giving the contestant's dozens upon hundreds of places to hide and attack from. [1]
"Interesting." Zelda mused as she moved her now fully functional limbs as if they had never been broken; she wore a pair of safety goggles over her eyes and a lose, yellow hardhat on her head. Her right hand was covered by a thick, rubber glove, of which a large monkey wrench resided between her fingers. She wore dark overalls and thick, rubber boots over a forest green shirt with the symbol of a wrench on her shoulder.
"What happened to us?" Caroline wondered as she looked over herself and Anuok. Both girls wore a simple dark pants and green shirt combo with a winged foot on their on their shoulders and dog tags around their necks. Bandages wrapped around their hands and spiked cleats sat on their feet with a baseball cap and headphone/mic combo; clipped to their belt was a small, two barrel gun.
Anuok shrugged, but pointed at Toni and Trey, the two of them wearing identical outfits just like Caroline and Anuok were; each of them had a lose, WWII helmet that covered their eyes with a heavy, green jacket over their dark pants and heavy boots with a flaming rocket on their shoulders. Strapped across their chests were a pair of grenades, and a heavy rocket launcher was carried across each of their backs.
"Mmphf mthph! Mhpghf!" Mitchell mumbled as he stumbled around in a full, flame retardant suit with thick rubber gloves on his hands and heavy, rubber boots on his feet. Strapped across his chest were three canisters of something that Caroline highly suspected she didn't want to know; a gas mask sat on Mitchell's head, obscuring any sight of him as he swung an ax around in his hand and shifted his seemingly crudely made flamethrower on his back; his overall look made several of the contestant's flinch with fear when they noticed the inferno symbol on his shoulder.
"Can't understand a word you're saying, Mitch!" Paul chuckled; he wore a green tinted pinstripe suit and tie on his body that made his shoulders tight and angular with a balaclava over his head that covered nearly every detail of him, leaving only holes for his mouth and piercing eyes; he twirled a Magnum revolver around in his fingers while smoking a cigarette that gave him an air of mystery.
"Gentlemen." he nodded to Alan and Wilson; the first wore a snow white lab coat with a red cross on each shoulder and a pair of dark pants over heavy, rubber boots. Thick, green rubber gloves sat on his hands and he had a pair of thin glasses on his face. Strapped to his back was a strange device hooked up to a sort of the gun that made most of the team curious about what he could do. The later of the two had a bomb symbol on his green shirt that could just barely be seen under his bulky bulletproof vest that had half a dozen bombs strapped to the front. A black skullcap sat on his head and an eyepatch was over his right eye, drawing odd looks from the others, especially when they found that he had a whiskey in his hand for what seemed a weapon.
"Oi! Who's the crazed kookaburra that gave me jars of this BEEP!" Maurananei complained in a loud, Australian accent; she wore large, mirrored sunglasses over her cold eyes and an Australian Slouch hat on her head with a vest and green colored shirt over her chest and a scope symbol on her left shoulder. Also over her left shoulder was a large and very impressive sniper riffle with a large and heavy kukri clipped to her belt.
"Who cares? I am human again!" Micheal cheered loudly as he towered over all of the other contestants in his thick, Russian accent. "I am Heavy Weapons Guy!" he whooped with joy as he danced around a little, drawing looks of amusement from the others. He wore heavy combat boots on his feet, a green shirt with a row of bullets on the left shoulder, and an armored vest with two bandolier of shells for his weapon; and what a weapon it was. It a massive minigun with a gigantic barrel and tank to the bottom with two handle on the top and back to hold it.
"Impressive weapon, Micheal." Paul noted as he tentatively touched the large weapon.
"Nobody touches Sasha!" Micheal roared, scooping up the weapon and holding it close like a child that didn't want to have his favorite toy taken away. [2]
"Sasha?" Alan cocked an eyebrow.
"I don't think we don't wanna know, mate." Maurananei shook her head as she tilted the brim of her hat down.
"Attention, fresh and old meat!" Chris's cold and frightful voice came over a series of loudspeakers hooked up all around the complex. "The match will begin in thirty seconds, so use this time to strategize! Or don't, and beat the crap out of each other. Either way works for me." he chuckled darkly.
"So, how do we actually play this game?" Trey asked.
"We have to defend our brief case from the other team," Alan explained. "At the same time, we have to steal their own briefcase before either time runs out, or they succeed in robbing us."
"So, what's up with weird costumes?" Paul asked, poking Mitchell with his gun and consequently have a flamethrower leveled at his face.
"Each of us is playing as a different class," Alan replied. "Micheal is the Heavy, so it's his job to act as a tank and absorb damage while simultaneously mowing down the other team; Maurananei is a Sniper, so she'll be acting as support and taking out anyone that gets too close to the briefcase for comfort; Zelda is the Engineer, and she can set up sentries to either defend the briefcase or hinder the enemy's movements."
"Cool!" Zelda smiled as she pulled out a heavy toolbox. "How do I set up a sentry?"
"You hit it with your wrench. Repeatedly." Alan told her.
"Seriously?"
"Serious." Alan nodded before continuing. "Paul is playing as Spy, so he'll be able to disguise himself as the enemy and eliminate them from the inside out but either stabbing them in the back or sapping the Engineer's sentries; Mitchell is the Pyro and his duty will be to basically hassle and surprise the other team; Caroline and Anuok are the Scout's, allowing them to outrun anyone else in the game, so they'll be most effective in either stealing the briefcase or driving the enemy nuts."
Anuok grinned at this while Caroline nervously played with her hair. "And Toni and Trey are acting as the Soldiers, which are basically a jack-of-all-trades kind of class. Oh, and they might be a bit crazy." Alan added.
"In my experience, cadet, crazy is what wiped out those BEEP! Nazis!" Trey swore.
"Thirty seconds are up!" Chris's voice rang through the air. "Start hurting each other!"
"Wait! What about our powers?" Toni asked, but her question was drowned out by the loud honk from Chris's air horn over the loudspeaker and the slapping of her teammate's boots against the wooden floor of the base. Toni grumbled something under her breath as she shouldered her rocket launcher and jogged after Trey, her helmet concurring some of her vision as the two soldiers stormed out of the base and made their way to the covered bridge; the others had opted to hang back and see how things turned out.
"Trey, I can't see anything! Is there anyone ahead of us?" Toni asked.
"What's the name of the guy who won the first season? Ya know, the human fart machine?" Trey wondered.
"You mean Owen?"
"Yeah, him. He's right ahead of us," Trey gulped. "And he's dressed just like Micheal."
"That's bad, right?"
"According to Alan, extremely." Trey said nervously.
"Sorry, dudes! But Chris wants me to mow ya down!" the rotund giant smiled happily, as if he didn't have a care in the world; Owen was dressed in a deep yellow shirt with a heavy, bulletproof vest over his massive girth and two rows of bullets strapped over his chest. "Nothing personal, but he promised me all the pizza I could eat for the next three weeks!"
"Dude, that is one awesome deal." Trey admitted. "But I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
"Ditto, dude. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Owen cried as he pulled the trigger on his minigun, his swollen arms jiggling like jello and his massive belly rippling like water as the weapon fired off in nearly random directions, peppering the bridge with holes and riddling the ground with bullets as Toni and Trey charged at the giant, lowering their heads and ramming their helmets into Owen's body fat; the gleeful giant was pushed onto his back where he stayed down with a groan.
"They got Owen!" a deeper, more masculine voice cried within the safety of the enemy's fort. "Fill 'em fulla holes!"
"A-a-are you sure t-that's a good idea?" a female's voice squeaked nervously.
"Shut it, Samey! Either your with us, or without us, and I am not about to have any more maggots on my team!" a more angry girl's voice yelled.
"Hey! Stop yellin' at Sammy and start attackin' the enemy before I rip you a new one!" a thick, Australian accent barked.
"Fine, whatever you say, Australiana Jones." the previous voice grumbled sarcastically. "CHARGE!"
"I think we should beat a hasty retreat, don't you?" Trey gulped.
"Agreed." Toni nodded before the two soldiers dashed back inside their base just as several dozen bullets, rockets, and bombs exploded on the spot they had been standing in moments before. The two of them quickly ran inside their base and slammed themselves against the wall behind them, breathing heavily as bullets riddled the wall ahead of them.
"Man, they are mean!" Toni breathed.
"And here they come!" Maurananei shouted from her perch point above them; the team glanced skywards to see the Sniper standing on top of the roof of the main entrance, her grip tight around her riffle as she grimaced. The sound of pounding feet met their ears and they turned around to see a hulking mass of flesh with a muscle bound jock and a small, feminine gymnast running their way. "Cowabunga!" Owen cried with glee as he pulled the trigger on his minigun and sent a spray of bullets into the GRN Team's base; the lovable oaf was dressed in an incredible large, yellow T-shirt with a heavy bulletproof vest that easily dwarfed Caroline in size as two straps of bullets lay over his rotund gut. Behind Owen was none other than Lightning and Sky, both of them decked out in matching, yellow T-shirts with running cleats and baseball caps with headphones around them.
"Defensive positions! NOW!" Alan howled as Maurananei gritted her teeth and switched out her long-range sniper rifle for a small Submachine gun, yanking back on the trigger and firing off dozens of bullets as she cackled madly, her brow furrowing when the bullets did little more than bounce off of Owen's massive girth; the others didn't waste any time in disobeying Alan's orders and quickly scrambled to defend themselves. Alan pulled Micheal aside at the last second.
"Maurananei's keeping them busy outside," he told the Heavy. "If we can just get an Ubercharge, we might be able to take down Owen before he can inflict serious damage on us."
"What about Lightning and Sky?" Micheal wondered as Lightning's loud cry of ""Sha-BAM!" echoed throughout the map as he fired off his gun and managed to strike Maurananei twice in the leg.
"They'll most likely try to make a run for the briefcase," Alan told him as he shouldered his odd looking weapon. "The others can handle them. As of now though, our biggest problem is Owen, and not just because of his gut."
"Right," Micheal sighed as he shifted Sasha into his meaty palms and tightened his grip. "Lets get this over with." Alan nodded and glanced back at the tank on his back, relieved he had collected enough energy when the others weren't paying attention; the Medic then thrust the handle on his Medi-gun forward, his eyes brightening with a happy and mad look as the energy made its way into Micheal's body, turning him a bright, deadly red with electricity that arched over his skin as his body began to change. His large figure suddenly swelled as hundreds of muscles piled on top of each other, sending his growing form upwards until he was more than twice as tall as his previous self. His fingers pulsed as thick veins appeared on his arms, sending bizarre, new blood through them. A second pair of eyes appeared above his own and every hair on his head disappeared. A short beard appeared on his chin that ran up to his disappearing earlobes as his jaw jutted out. Suddenly, a second pair of smaller arms burst out from under his own, still just fresh muscle and bone. Alan felt like she was going to be sick until rough, red, skin covered them. Ben's toes melded into two large claws as a row of small spikes appeared on his head and shoulders. A black undershirt with a green stripe down the middle as a pair of black pants appeared as two pairs of black fingerless gloves came out of nowhere on his large hands, finishing the transformation.
"What the- does this normally happen?" Micheal asked Alan as he opened and closed all four of his hands and blinked all four of his eyes.
"Uh, not really." Alan blinked. "Normally the Heavy becomes invincible for a few precious seconds, not turn into some four-armed freak of nature."
"I'll have you know that the Nisilaha are a very respected species in the galactic community!" Micheal snapped. "And any one of them, even a mere child, could tear out your spine and floss with it before crushing your skull like an egg with ease."
"Please, I think I just wet myself." Alan whimpered uncomfortably.
"Good," Micheal huffed before he shouldered his minigun and grinned wickedly. "Now lets light 'em up!" he cried as he charged out of the base with Alan hot on his heels, firing his minigun with deadly precision as he yelled a war cry at the top of his lungs. Owen screamed with fear as the massive, four-armed alien came charging out of the base at him, the rotund giant throwing his arms up into the air as he dropped his still active gun and ran away with Micheal firing at his back.
"Yow! Watch where you're shootin' that thing, Tubby!" Lightning cried as a bullet grazed his knee.
"Knock it off with the insults, Lightning! We've got a briefcase to get!" Sky yelled as she flipped over several flying bullets before launching herself at Micheal's head and bouncing off his skull and into the bowels of the base, just barely dodging shots from Maurananei; Lightning grumbled obscenities under his breath, dashing inside the base as he took several potshots at Maurananei's head and successfully made it inside the base without trouble. The two scouts ran down the hallway in front of them, hanging a sharp right that opened up into an empty yard filled with stacks of lumber and twisted scraps of metal bars.
"We got this in the sha-bag!" Lightning cheered loudly as he charged right out into the junkyard just before his entire, muscled figure was consumed in a wall of flame.
"AAAAAAA-HHHHHHH!" Lightning screamed in agony as his entire body disintegrated into fine, pile of ash; Mitchell stepped out from around the corner, cheering loudly from under his gas mask and pumping his flamethrower up and down over his head with triumph as Sky cautiously took several steps back before bursting out into a full out run in the opposite direction.
"Attention! Lightning the Scout has just been barbecued by Mitchell the Pyro!" Chris's loud and obnoxious voice rang out over the loudspeaker. "That leaves the YLW Team with only ten players left!"
"Mmmph! Mmpfph!" Mitchell cheered victoriously.
Sky felt her pulse racing as she jogged down the hall, her fingers gripped tightly around her pistol as her eyes darted fearfully in all directions, jumping at the slightest creaks and groans of the wooden walls and ceilings around her; if one were in her shoes, having just seen her partner burnt to a crisp before her very eyes, they would have also been just as jumpy. The gymnast darted around the next corner, her breath catching in her throat when she felt a stabbing motion in her shoulder; she whirled around to see nothing but thin air as she held her bleeding shoulder, the blood seeping between her fingers just as she felt another stabbing pain in her other shoulder. Once again, there was no one there.
"Show yourself!" Sky shouted nervously.
"If you insist." a cocky voice with a heavy, French accent snarked; the air in front of Sky wavered for a split second before Paul appeared right out of thin air, a deep smirk on his face as he twirled a butterfly knife around in his fingers. "Madame." he wiggled his eyebrows.
"What-how did you . . ." Sky fumbled over her words before Paul whipped out his pistol and pulled the trigger, blasting a bullet directly into Sky's chest and sending a spray of blood over the wall and ground as the gymnast dropped to the floor, dead.
"Gentlemen." Paul smirked before his image started to change; his short, brown hair lengthened and darkened into thick, black locks that reached just to the base of her neck as his eyes darkened into black orbs as pitch black as raven feathers. His board shoulders slithered away into a more frail form as his figure became more feminine in a quick, slurping motion as his thick, calloused fingers became thin and delicate. His green pinstripe suit suddenly morphed into a yellow T-shirt and brown cargo shorts as heavy cleats took the place of his fancy shoes.
"All too easy." the Sky lookalike smirked as he stole Sky's pistol and ran out of the base at top speed, making his way over to the enemy base.
Trey sucked in a deep breath and quietly shouldered his rocket launcher as he crept around the corner of the enemy's base, making sure there was no one around before he took the chance and ran out into the open before diving behind a pile of wood. So far, the soldier had seen little sign of the other team, the only evidence that they were even currently in the map being Owen's wails as Micheal and Alan chased after him, the constant gunfire being shot back and forth across the canal, and the loud, beeping sound of a nearby sentry; Trey knew he was slower than one of the Scouts, making the idea of stealing the brief case not very bright idea. This left him with the job of distraction and elimination while one of the Scouts hopefully took the opportunity to make a dash for the brief case.
The soldier sucked in a breath and reached into the satchel at his side, digging around inside to pull out a megaphone that he quickly tapped to make sure was on. Trey then sucked in a deeper breath as he put the megaphone to his lips before he screamed as loud as possible into the device as his amplified screams of death echoed across the entire map, the crossfire from both sides ceasing for a moment before continuing.
"Hope that worked." Trey mumbled under his breath before the ground in front of him sudden exploded into a small dust cloud, forcing Trey to fall flat on his butt.
"God save the Queen!"
Trey looked around widely for the source of the voice just as another bullet grazed past his helmet before embedding itself into a wooden pile behind him. The soldier whipped his head around to find the source of the bullet to see Jasmine ducking under the frame of the door above him that led further into the bowels of the base; the Aussie girl was dressed in a gold T-shirt with an Australian slouch hat on her head, a sniper rifle clutched tightly in her hands and a pair of dingy sunglasses on her face, an annoyed frown on her face as she fired the weapon again and managed to graze Trey's arm.
"Maggot!" Trey spat as he quickly brought the megaphone up to his face and blasted another ultrasonic scream at Jasmine, knocking her off of her feet as Trey quickly scrambled back up onto his feet and shouldered his rocket launcher, firing off a rocket before rushing back out of the scrap yard a the rocket exploded, hopefully taking Jasmine out with it.
"Eat it, Maggot!" he hollered over his shoulder, just in time to be clotheslined by Duncan; the delinquent had a black skull cap over his head that allowed only a small amount of his neon green hair to hang out as an eye patch covered his left eye. A heavy, bulletproof vest sat on his chest with six bombs strapped to the front and a jug of whiskey in his hand as he spun a clutch of lit dynamite around in the other.
"Too easy." Duncan shook his head with a grin before he guzzled his jug of intoxicating liquid and carelessly tossed the sizzling explosives onto the dazed soldier as he walked away, belching loudly as the dynamite went off and exploded into a large fireball that consumed Trey's corpse within milliseconds.
"Hey, Duh-can! Save some kills for the rest of us!" Jo snapped as she marched around a corner, wearing a lose, WWII helmet that covered her eyes with a heavy, yellow jacket over her dark pants and heavy boots with a flaming rocket on her shoulders. Strapped across Jo's chest was a pair of grenades, and a heavy rocket launcher was carried across her back.
"Whatever you say, Bazooka Babe." Duncan smirked as Jo fumed.
"Don't make me blast you." she growled.
"Whatever you say, Jockette." Duncan cackled before running away as fast as he could. Jo turned around on her heel to give chase, to hopefully teach Duncan a lesson or two before Sky suddenly came dashing up the hallway, a frantic and worried look on her face.
"What's got you so scared, shrimp?" Jo frowned.
"Micheal! He's on his way and nothing I throw at him is stopping him!" Sky cried.
"We'll see about that," Jo growled as she shifted her weapon. "It's time someone put the One Man Zoo in his place! C'mon!" she gestured for Sky to follow her, fearlessly charging around the corner and screaming at the top of her lungs with Sky hot on her heels. The soldier expected to see a massive, hulking creature that could have easily dismembered a human without even trying, plowing his way to the briefcase with Alan right behind him, both of them being overconfident in their abilities. Instead, she followed Duncan's freshly killed corpse, blood slowly trickling from his throat as his fingers twitched. [3]
"What's the big idea, shrimp!?" Jo turned on Sky, just in time to see a sick smirk cross her face before her image wavered and the gymnast vanished to be replaced by Paul. Before Jo could even fire her weapon or scream for help, Paul had sliced his butterfly knife across her throat and put a bullet through her forehead, smirking as her lifeless body dropped to the ground.
"I never really was on your side." Paul smirked before he vanished into thin air with a dark cackle.
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"Normally I don't like abusing my powers, whether it's to kill people or skip out on a math test," Paul shrugged. "But I gotta say, I'm really enjoying this game!"
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Brick gulped as he nervously crept along the dark corridors, his eyes flickering back and forth while he squeezed his grip on his rocket launcher. The frail, wooden structure creaked and groaned around him as the wind blew loudly through the gaping holes in the ceiling above, creating sounds very much like the moaning and groaning of undead spirits. A sudden creaking noise caught his attention, and he whirled around to see nothing there.
"Hello?" he gulped nervously, his pulse racing; another creak rang throughout the hallway.
"D-don't come any closer! I-I've got a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it!" Brick stammered, trying to sound brave as he pushed his WWII helmet farther down his head. Whatever was in the corridor with him didn't answer as a low groan echoed throughout the building.
"I-I'm warning you!" Brick cried louder. The creaking and groaning was now accompanied by a low, haunting moaning that sent shivers up Brick's spine as he shivered and quaked in his army boots, waiting for whatever was stalking him to show itself. His pulse was racing as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, sweat dripping down his face in angst. He was just about to pull the trigger when a low gurgling sound came to his attention and he atrociously took a step forward, curious as to what was making the noise. After a few more careful steps, he neared the door frame that turned into the next hallway to his left; whatever was after him was around that corner, waiting to strike when he least expected it. Brick took a deep breath and summoned every last once of bravery he had before giving a loud battle cry and jumped out into the room, weapon aimed whatever was stalking him.
"Jasmine!?" he exclaimed, immediately lowering his weapon upon seeing his injured teammate before him; the Outback Survivalist was down on the floor, her legs completely shot and twisted beyond repair as she dragged herself along with her bleeding arms. Her rifle lay a crumbled mess on her back, now utterly useless as blood dripped from several cuts and bruises along her body and face.
"What happened to you, cadet!?" Brick asked, bending down to drag his fallen teammate to safety.
"Trey . . ." Jasmine coughed, blood speckling her shattered legs as Brick dragged her backwards. "Bugger nailed me with a rocket and left me for dead . . . pretty sure he got taken out by Duncan though . . ." she moaned. "Is this supposed to hurt? Because, quite honestly, I feel just fine."
"I think that's the mechanics of the machine talking." Brick grunted as he leaned Jasmine up against the wall and cocked his rocket launcher.
"Forget about me, Brick. I'm a goner." Jasmine sniffed, her energy draining away with every passing second.
"No can do, cadet." Brick shook his head. "It goes against my code: never leave a man, or woman, behind."
"If you say so," Jasmine gave a weak smile. "Are there any healing packs in this game?" she coughed, again spitting up blood.
"I think so. I think I saw one back the way I came." Brick grunted as he hefted his weapon and marched off down the hall back in the direction he came from, giving Jasmine one last look. Satisfied that she would be safe for the quick moment it would take to grab the health pack and save his team mate from death, Brick quickly jogged around the corner and scooped up the first aid kit lying on the ground for anyone to take it. Once he was sure the first aid kit was secure within his fingers, he swiftly turned around on his boot and jogged back to the corridor, only to find a scene of horror there.
Blood was splattered all over the walls, metal shards lying scattered about on the floor in all directions. Jasmine's bloody corpse lay limp on the ground, her right hand still twitching as blood poured out from the patch between her shoulders, right where her head would have been if it hadn't been torn from her shoulders as was currently being clutched in Micheal's tight fist as the Nisilaha breathed heavily, the bright red light that covered him starting to die away.
"Another one bites the dust." he simply said, crushing Jasmine's head into a bloody pulp of brain bits and bone scraps with his massive fist as he was suddenly consumed in a bright, red light and reverted back into his human form. "Lets make it two bite the dust." he grinned wickedly, pulling out his minigun and training it on Brick.
"FIRE!" Alan cried as he whipped out a weapon from within his lab coat and yanked back on the trigger; a dozen, hypodermic needles suddenly fired off from the gun, mercilessly embedding themselves into Brick's skin and injecting him several lethal toxins that made him feel like his lungs were on fire and that his heart was going to explode at any moment. Micheal pulled the trigger on his minigun and fired off a long round of bullets, peppering the walls and floors with bullets as several dozen punched through his armor and skin, killing him after a few relentless moments of gunfire.
"That was too easy." Alan smirked, raising his hand to high-five Micheal before he suddenly felt a stabbing sensation in his shoulder. He yelled with surprise and whirled around to see nothing as Micheal leveled his minigun at the air, ready to fire when ready; Alan cried out again as a spray of blood shot out of his back and he dropped to the floor, dead. Micheal decided it was the right time to beat a hasty retreat and jogged away as fast he could, not even bothering to look behind him as the air shimmered and gave away to Shawn; the Zombie Conspiracy Nut was dressed in a yellow, pinstripe suit with a match tie and fancy, black shoes on his feet. A mask obscured his face as he clenched his grip on his pistol, imaging a bullet going through Micheal's head.
"That's for killing the love of my life, you undead freak!" he cried. The sound of slow, calm footsteps followed by slow clapping caught his attention and he whirled around to see none other than Paul standing there, wearing an identical outfit to him, with the only exception being the main color was green.
"So, it seems I am not the only Spy, hmm?" Paul snarked in his French accent.
"It would seem so." Shawn frown, lacking the fancy accent his counterpart possessed.
"You do know I can not allow you to win, hmm?" Paul cocked an eyebrow, lighting a cigar and placing it between his lips as he twirled his butterfly knife around in his fingers.
"Wouldn't expect any less." Shawn gritted his teeth before screaming at the top of his lungs and lunging at Paul, hellbent on cutting him to little pieces; Paul merely dropped to the floor as Shawn passed overhead and popped back to his feet, grabbing Shawn's outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back, stopping him in his tracks. The Zombie Conspiracy Nut struggled before swiping at Paul's wrist with his butterfly knife, forcing the spy to let him go.
Now seriously annoyed, Paul lashed out with a leg and swept Shawn's feet out from under him, sending him to the floor with Paul tackled him. The two spies rolled around on the floor for several minutes, Shawn eventually managing to wrap his hands around Paul's throat and throttle him until Paul managed to knee him in his nether regions, forcing Shawn to let go. The GRN spy then roughly grabbed Shawn by the shoulders and slammed him into the weak, wooden wall next to him, whipping out his butterfly knife and holding it to Shawn's throat.
"See you in BEEP!" Paul grinned as he pulled his arm to slice the blade across Shawn's throat. At the last second, Shawn rammed his head into Paul's nose, sending the knife flying into the air and otno the floor where it clattered out of reach. With a yell, furious that his nose had been broken, Paul slugged Shawn in the face before driving a fist into his gut and then giving him a swift upper cut when the YLW spy's head bent down. With a final yell, Paul lashed out with his leg once more and kicked Shawn in the face, sending him right through the wall where he fell out into the open air and slammed into the concrete wall of the canal and dropped down into the murky water below.
"Until we meet again, adversaire." Shawn heard Paul mutter in French before the sound of his fancy shoes clopping loudly against the wooden floor faded away. The YLW spy sighed with relief, happy that his foe believed him to be dead and didn't bother to make sure he was dead; this would give him a chance to build his strength and health back up until he was ready to get back in the game. And if he could find his team's Medic, it would be sooner than he thought. A low, throaty growl caught his attention and he turned in the rancid water to see nothing but a few, old cans and a rotting log in the water. Shrugging it off as the wooden forts settling, Shawn paddled his way to the large tube of the sewers that would lead back into his base.
A second rumble caught his attention, and he turned around again. There was still no sign of the source of the sound: same old cans, same disgusting water that was staining his suit, same rotting log that was swimming towards him. That last one made him do a double take. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.
His dying screams were drowned out by the splash of the water and the bellowing of a large, crocodile as it devoured him.
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"I don't know how it's possible, but Shawn tasted terrible!" Toni shuddered. "When was the last time he showered!?"
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Wilson crept around the halls of his base, his fingers wrapped tightly around his sticky bomb launcher. So far, there had been no sign of the enemy within the GRN base, most of the other team being deterred by Maurananei's firing. That, and the fact that Paul, Micheal, and Alan were taking them down from the inside out. He could only hope that they would be able to hold out long enough to win against the YLW team; they were facing off against seasoned, hardened contestants that had been forced to weather through the worst the world had to offer them at the hands of a madman that seemed hellbent on killing them in the most horrific way imaginable. Sure, they had various abilities and powers that allowed them to survive far worse, but it seemed the game had a way of twisting these in ways that didn't seem extremely useful to him. For instance, Micheal could change his shape at will in the real world, where in the virtual world he needed an Ubercharge from a medic to do so.
A loud, clanging noise caught his attention as he rounded the corner to see Zelda banging her monkey wrench across the top of a strange device; the machine stood on three, bending legs as it unpacked itself from a toolbox, the top piece spinning around on an axis before it gave a beep and activate. The top part moved back and forth quietly, a gun barrel poking out of the end as it beeped and whirled. Wilson was about to greet her, as the engineer hadn't seen him yet when a stabbing pain coursed through his head as a dull, green light washing over him and changing his figure into a tall, stick-like frame with toothpick arms and legs that made him almost skeletal. His clothes shifted to accommodate his new shape as he grinned wickedly and pumped his sticky gun. With a low chuckle, he pulled the trigger and fired off two small, spiked balls that quickly stuck to the floor underneath Zelda's sentry. The Demoman cackled loudly as he backpedaled before turning around and full out running as an explosion rocked the hallway, sending machinery bits and blood everywhere.
"Ah, feels good to be back!" Serphonus sighed happily. His happiness was soon short lived when something suddenly slammed into his shoulder, sending him flying into the wall at the end of the hallway, the thing in his shoulder embedded deep in the wooden wall and trapping him there. He struggled to wretch himself free, but the fireman's ax held him fast to the wood; the slow sound of boots against the wooden boards caught his attention and he felt a shiver go up his spine when he saw what was making the noise.
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"I fear no one," Micheal frowned angrily. He then gulped and looked back and forth before edging closer to the camera. "But that . . . thing? It scares me." he shuddered.
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"N-n-no!" Caroline cried. "M-make it stop! M-ma-make it go away! G-go away!"
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"That . . . thing . . . will forever haunt my nightmares." Serphonus shivered.
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"One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts hide behind that mask." Paul said with haunted eyes."
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A low, haunting sound filled the hallway as Serphonus's blood slowly dripped onto the wooden floor. The witch doctor found he couldn't tear his frightened eyes away from his coming tormentor, finding every feature both terrifying and interesting at the same time. The heavy, rubber boots slowly clomped against the wooden boards as the rubber gloves flexed their fingers, tightening and loosening their grip on a clunky, heavy machine that made Serphonus freeze. The fire retardant suit gave away no small features, though Wilson noticed it was actually smaller and thinner than Mithcell's. But what frightened Serphonus the most, even more than the large flamethrower aimed directly at his face, was the dark, soulless eyes of the gas mask that obscured the person's face as their loud breathing filled Serphonus's ears.
"H-hello?" he gulped nervously as the Pyro starred at him without emotion.
The Pyro didn't respond but merely leveled the flamethrower at Serphonus's face and pulled the trigger, their face never giving away at emotion as Serphonus screamed with fright and melted before its eyes, the skin igniting and peeling away from the body before the muscles melted and the bones were burnt to an ash, leaving nothing but the Demoman's stick gun behind.
A creak caught the thing's attention and it yanked the ax out of the wall just in time to block a bullet from Anuok as she raced down the hall towards it. The Scout silently screamed a battle cry and pulled out a large fish wrapped in newspaper from her pocket, raising it above her head to bring it down on the Pyro's skull; believe it for not, dead fish actually made a decent weapon. Unfortunately for the mute Scout, the Pyro swung her ax and swung her in the gut, sending her flying to the floor. Before she could even scramble out of the way, the Pyro leveled its flamethrower at her and pulled the trigger, showering her in a tidal wave of fire that destroyed every last trace of her.
"Mmmphf! Mmumumumuph!" the Pyro cackled with glee before bounding down the hallway in a way that was usually reserved for crazy monkeys that had just drunken a whole barrel of caffeinated coffee. The Pyro then suddenly threw themselves against the nearest wall, the sound of footsteps catching her attention they sounded fast and as if there were actually four legs instead of just two. Normally, this meant multiple targets, but the clothed figure knew that with its quarry, almost anything was possible. It cocked its flamethrower and tested the flame quietly, a mouthless smile forming on its face when it saw the intense, blue flame created; the footsteps got closer. With a loud yell, the Pyro pulled the trigger just as the footsteps ran past them, a loud whine of pain filling the air as a large, white wolf was caught in the searing flames. The poor animal howled in misery as the fire ate away at its fur and started on its skin, blistering and blackening it before it started on the tissue. The wolf snarled and rounded on the Pyro, pouncing on it and furiously biting its arm, its teeth sinking right through the flame retardant suit and into the person's skin as the wolf roared and shook its head. The Pyro struggled and gave muffled yells of anger before it finally managed to shove Toni of of it and throw her into a wall, blasting her with another wave of fire for good measure before the wolf died and remained still.
Breathing heavily, the Pyro reached with its hands and pulled the gas mask off of its head, releasing a shower of frizzy, red hair and wild, green eyes, both of them set atop a crazy grin.
"Now that's what Izzy calls a hotdog!" the insane redhead cackled madly before shoving the gas mask on her head and carelessly strolling the down the hall, humming 'Pop goes the Weasel' all the way.
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"Izzy loves Team For-" the redhead began before she was cut off by a certain host.
"Shut it! We didn't get the rights, Izzy!" Chris snapped angrily over the loudspeakers.
"Fine! Whatever lets you sleep at night with your teddy bear!" Izzy shot back. [4]
"You leave Mr. Snuffles out of this!" Chris cried back before realizing what he had just said for the entire, viewing world to hear. "Aw, crap!"
"Another victory for E-scope!" Izzy cackled.
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Cameron gulped nervously, pushing up on the hardhat that kept slipping down and obscuring his vision. He had successfully managed to upgrade his little sentry to level three, a model that included automatic turrets and a small, missile launcher at the top, the constant beeping noise being the only thing that kept him from utterly freaking out over the situation as he quietly patted the monkey wrench in his hands. So far, he hadn't seen a single sign of another person in the base, save for Samey when she came rushing through to the aid of an injured Owen.
Correction, Cameron thought to himself. Sammy entered the room.
This made his job of guarding the briefcase all the more frightening, with no sign of anyone else to comfort him. All he had heard for the past hour and a half was constant gunfire and explosions that slowly got quieter and farther in between, meaning someone had been picked off in the mad fight for the other team's briefcase. The Bubble Boy would have much rather preferred to spend the time figuring out how Toni morphed her body into other animals, how Micheal's Animatrix worked, or how Mitchell was able to control fire, but Chris would have none of that. The host had forced him to the enter the game as a scrawny Engineer and forced him risk his virtual life for something he wasn't allowed to look at. All of this however, seemed more like a tiny annoyance than something to be really worried about; the sheer fact that he was forced to be on the same team as Izzy of all people, sent shivers up his spine.
"Oh, well," he sighed, pushing up his glasses. "Better with her than against her." he chuckled slightly before a creaking noise caught his attention. The scrawny Engineer let his wrench fall to the ground and quickly whipped out his shotgun, his hands quivering as he fingered the trigger nervously. The steps got closer and closer, peppering the wooden floor in rapid succession as if someone were running very fast. Suddenly, a figure burst into the room and Cameron started firing wildly, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he screamed and sent bullet after bullet into the wooden frame of the fort, hoping to hit whatever had run into the room with him.
"Get away from me!" Cameron cried.
"You get away from me!" the thing screamed back, bouncing all around the room like an out of control pinball of doom. Cameron continued to scream, firing all willy nilly before he heard heard a sickening splatter and a loud scream of fear that echoed throughout the entire fort; he cracked open his eyes to see Caroline lying on the floor, clutching her ankle and trying to cover up the bleeding wound in her sky.
"Yes!" Cameron cheered before remembering something. "Sorry!" he added.
"No problem!" Caroline managed to gasp; the wound didn't hurt, thanks to the Virtual Reality machine numbing the pain, but it didn't make it any less terrifying to see. She see right through herself all the way to the pearly white bone under her skin and tissue, a very sickening sight. Why she wasn't puking her guts out was a mystery to her. Then she remembered something.
"Uh, Cameron?" she gulped nervously. "I know we're on opposite teams and all, but I really think you should be running."
"Why?" Cameron asked worriedly before the wooden wall exploded into a shower of splinters behind Caroline, The Bubble Boy coughed at the saw dust in his lungs, hacking and waving his hand in front of his face and unable to see much through the cloud of dust. All he could really see was a large, looming figure that was well over ten feet tall and had a box-like head between two, large spikes on each shoulder. As the dust began to disappear, the spikes turned out to be metal conductors of sorts, a dangerous amount of electricity crackling between them as the large, human-like creature clenched and cracked its fists as he grit his teeth, sporting an under bite that made him look rather unintelligent. The large creature wore a pair of large, black pants and being bigger boots with red slits down the front and patchwork skin that seemed to be held together by stitches and bolts; embedded into his left pectoral was a strange symbol that looked like an open maw with a black tongue curling over the sharp fangs as the Pabaisanite crashed his fists together, an arc of lightning traveling up his arms and to his two conductors, casting long and dark shadows along the walls.
"That's why." Caroline said grimly as the large, Frankenstein-like monster bellowed and charged into the room, making sure to step over Caroline as it made a grab for Cameron. The Bubble Boy screamed at the top of his lungs and ducked out of the way before lashing out with his leg in the hopes of tripping the large, monster-like alien; instead, his puny leg merely bounced off of Micheal, his entire body vibrating as if he had just struck a steel wall.
"Not a good idea, kid." the Pabaisanite shook his head as he lunged at Cameron, only to miss and instead ram his head right through the floor.
"GAH!" Cameron yelped, dodging a blast of electricity from Micheal's conductors as he ran for cover behind his sentry just as the large alien managed to pull himself free with an annoyed growl. The sentry finally seemed to notice the presence of an enemy fired off a round of bullets before blasting several missiles at Micheal, succeeding in nailing him several times with the bullets before he managed to incinerate the missiles with a blast of blood red electricity. "Game over, Cam." Micheal frowned as he lumbered over to Cameron and crushed the sentry into a pile of scrap metal with one quick move of his large, fist. "I'll make this quick." he added Cameron shook like a leaf in a hailstorm, his body all tingly as Micheal built up the energy between his conductors for a final blast that would end Cameron in one move.
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"I know I've said this before, but someone should really bottle adrenaline," Cameron smiled smuggly, pushing his glasses up his face. "Ah, adrenaline. Nature's energy drink." he sighed.
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"So there I was, about to get even with Bubble Boy for hurting my girl, when suddenly POW!" Micheal socked his palm into his gist for emphasis. "Kid's got firepower though." he added with a satisfied smirk.
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With a sudden scream, Alan rushed at Micheal and slammed his entire body into the Pabaisanite with as much force as he could muster, sending the two of them stumbling back towards the gaping hole in the wall. Unable to see where he was going, Micheal tripped over Caroline's fallen form and tumbled out of the massive hole in the wall, Cameron managing to grip the edge with his fingers at the last second as Micheal painfully crashed right through the bridge that stretched across the canal and landed in the muddy water below.
"Well played, Cam. Well played." was the last thing Cameron heard Micheal say before he went under; he did not resurface.
"It's now five losers to four, with the YLW Team in the lead!" Chris announced in an annoyed tone. "And will someone go after the briefcase already!?"
"Don't make me shoot you, McLean!" Maurananei snapped.
"Gah! Game on!" Chris yelped before the mic went out with a loud squeal.
"So, uh, what are you going to do with me?" Caroline whimpered as Cameron hauled himself back up, his arms nearly giving out before he managed to get himself on solid ground. The Bubble gasped for breath, gulping in fresh air after his near death experience.
"What I'm supposed to do," Cameron sighed, pulling his shotgun out of his pocket and cocking it. "Sorry in advance." he added before squeezing his eyes shut and pulling trigger; a loud bang! Echoed across the map as Cameron felt something wet splatter against his skin.
"I hope I never have to do that again." he shivered as he returned to his broken sentry and began repairs.
Sammy sniffed and wiped her tearful eyes. She had to brave and summon every last ounce of courage within her if she were to avenge the only friend she had in the world fully. With a deep breath, she cocked her Syringe Gun and quietly crept along the hallways of the enemy fortress, slowly making her way towards the location where the briefcase was being held. Her pulse racing, she yanked off the glasses that had been forced upon her face and fingered the trigger on her weapon. A loud creaking noise caught her attention and she froze like a deer in a pair of headlights and pressed herself against the wall, holding her breath and praying whoever was coming her way wouldn't see her.
"Mmmphf! Mmph mghpgf!"
Sammy cracked open her eyes and nearly collapsed from relief when she heard that voice. She cocked her gun and peered around the corner just be sure that the voice belonged to who she hoped it was. She heard the sound of heavy boots slapping against the old, wooden planks of the fortress and the quiet hiss of flames. Deciding better to be safe than sorry, she gave a scream and fired off her Syringe Gun in rapid succession, her eyes squeezed tight as hundreds of needles fired upon the Pyro and embedded themselves deep within the suit. After a few minutes, Sammy's gun clicked on empty and she forced her eyes open to see the Pyro standing there. Suddenly, the Pyro's figure flickered and wavered, becoming thinner, angular, and taller with each passing second until the Pyro was gone to be replaced by a Spy in a green pinstripe suit.
"Oi." was all Paul managed to say before he dropped to the ground, dead.
"Sorry." Sammy whimpered before a low, thumping sound caught her attention and she leaped over Paul's body to press herself against the wall once more, a corner just to her right that gave her cover should anyone manage to surprise her. She sucked in a deep breath, now feeling a little more confident than before and waited several more seconds before jumping out and firing off her newly reloaded Syringe Gun in rapid succession, forcing her eyes to stay open as she fired upon the victim in front of her; Sammy didn't stop firing until her gun had clicked on empty and she dared to peek at who she had just filled full of needles.
Lying on the ground, her eyes wide with fear and her skin charred and covered in burns, her uniform burnt and her hardhat dented, was Zelda with dozens of needles in her arms, chest and face. Sammy winced upon seeing the horrific expression forever plastered to Zelda's face but quickly got over it by slipping past her and forcing the image out of her mind; Zelda wasn't really dead. She was now back in the real world, alive and well, though possibly shocked and terrified beyond belief.
"Hiya, Sammy Whammy!"
"GAH!" Sammy screamed, firing off her empty Syringe Gun before she realized who was yelling at her.
"Izzy! Don't scare me like that!" Sammy gasped, clenching her left breast where her heart would have been. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Really?" Izzy grinned wickedly, her helmet under her arm and her flamethrower clipped to her back. "Cool!"
"No,
not cool!" Sammy breathed. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"You have?" Izzy wiggled her eyebrows, a seductive smile crossing her face as she moved over to the Medic and slithered hands across her body in a manner that made Sammy incredibly uncomfortable.
"No! Not like that!" Sammy pushed Izzy away. "Stop that!"
"Don't deny Izzy! Because Izzy will find you!" Izzy cackled.
"You are really starting to scare me," Sammy whimpered. "So, uh, who's left?"
"Other than you and Izzy?" the Pyro grinned. "Big-O and Spider Food!"
"You mean Owen and Cameron?"
"Whatever works for Izzy!" Izzy laughed. "C'mon! Lets get the big, floaty suitcase thing and win this!"
"Are you su- AHHH!" Sammy yelped as Izzy grabbed hold of her wrist tightly and yanked her forward, practically dragging her along the hallway as she charged across the wooden floors and bounced off of the walls like a crazy monkey chasing down a banana cart. Sammy screamed the whole way, praying that she would live long enough to return back to the safety of Jasmine's powerful arms; heck, she would have even wished to live long enough to hear her annoying sister's whining again. Before long, they had reached the room where the GRN Team's briefcase waited, sitting right on a table out in the open under a shaft of sunlight where anyone could have seen and/or taken it without incident.
"There it is! Izzy's a genius!" Izzy cackled as she bounded over to the briefcase and grabbed it in her rubber gloved hand, turning right around on heel and ready to make a mad dash for the exit when a low, slow clapping caught her attention. She turned to the source of the noise and grinned wickedly when she saw her GRN counterpart step out of the shadows, his gas mask stuck fast to his head and his flamethrower at the ready.
"Ooh! A Pyro-off!" Izzy grinned as she tossed the briefcase to Sammy. "Run, Sammy Whammy! Run the wind! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she cackled madly as she put her gas mask back on and charged at Mitchell with her fireman's ax raised above her head as Mitchell fired off his flamethrower. Sammy didn't stick around to see how things would turn out as she quickly turned tail and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, running down twisted hallways and running up and down ramps and stairs, hoping she would find the exit. She was so busy looking for a way out of the wooden deathtrap, she didn't even notice Owen until she had slammed right into him at the last second and landed flat on her back, disoriented.
"You okay?" Owen asked, attempting to bend down and help the tiny cheerleader up, only succeeding in terrifying her at the threat of getting crushed underneath his humungous girth.
"F-fine." Sammy sighed. "Just really stressed out. I gotta get this thing back to the base before we lose." she held up the briefcase for Owen to see.
"Well what are we waiting for? Lets go!" the rotund giant cried happily, scooping up Sammy under one arm and crashing right through the wooden wall next to him, only to fall to the ground below.
"AHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHA!" Owen screamed before he managed to land on his feet and start running once more; Sammy was too busy actually trying to breath under the layers of fat that coated Owen's arms to even think about screaming. All she could do was gasp for breath and hang onto the briefcase for dear life as Owen ran as best as he could, his body fat jiggling back and forth underneath his bulletproof vest.
"Hey! Get back here with that!" Maurananei cried, firing off her sniper rifle and just barely grazing Owen's arm. The rotund giant didn't listen and continued to run as fast as his little legs could carry him over the covered bridge, the fragile, wooden structure bouncing and jostling with every thunderous step he took that threatened to break the bridge in two. Maurananei gritted her teeth and jumped off from her vantage point and to the ground, rolling along before popping back up with her kukri in hand as she chased after Owen and Sammy, racing across the bridge just as it gave out. She skillfully jumped along the falling pieces and just barely managed to grab the lip of the canal and haul herself up as the rest of the bridge fell into the water below; a massive, fiery explosion went off behind her, tidal waves of heat pounding against her back from her team's fort, but she ignored it. Her sights were only set on shish-kabobing Owen and securing her team's briefcase once more.
"We're gonna dieeeeeeee!" Owen wailed as he ran. "AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he cried as he skidded around a corner and ran out into the junkyard of his fort before hanging a sharp right and jogging up the ramp that led up to the second floor just as Maurananei swung her kukri and sank it deep into the wooden planks; Owen continued to run like mad as Maurananei struggled to get the blade out as the human fart machine continued to run, Sammy's face now a light shade of red.
"Don't worry, buddy! We're gonna make it!" Owen huffed.
"O-owen . . . I . . . can't . . . breath!" Sammy choked, her face now a deep shade of lavender. "Ab-bout . . . to pass . . . pass out!" she gasped before slipping into unconsciousness.
"Hang in there, buddy! Almost there!" Owen called out as he skidded to a halt and began running towards the room with their briefcase, his little, beady eyes quickly glancing at Cameron as he neared the room.
"EEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Maurananei roared as she sudden;y crashed threw the floor in front of Owen, her breathing heavy and raged as she glared at the rotund giant with a savage look and her kukri in hand.
"OH, THE HORROR!" Owen cried as Maurananei roared again and charged at him. "Fly, Sammy! FLY!" Owen wailed as he chucked the unconscious Medic over Maurananei's head and through the door frame into the briefcase room where Sammy rolled and tumbled across the floor and crashed into her team's breifcase.
"Game over! The YLW Team wins!" Chris's loud voice came over the loudspeaker. "Looks like one of the rookies is going home tonight!"
"Yes!" Owen and Cameron cheered; Sammy drooled slightly.
"NO!" Maurananei screamed as a bright light encased her and the others and sent them back into the real world where she would no doubt try to strange Chris and beat him over the head with his own limbs once she had torn them free of his body. Something that pretty much everyone else on the show would love to see.
"GRN Team, or should I say rookies," Chris began with his ever infamous smirk on his face. "Not your best game. Considering you group of super powered freaks lost to a group of regular teenagers, some of which included the likes of Owen and Izzy, that's kinda sad."
Micheal let out a low growl and picked up an empty log in the mouth of the snake rooted to his shoulder, passing it onto one of his Nisilaha arms and crushing it into splinters.
"Micheal says to, quote on quote, cut the, um, BEEP! and get on with it." Caroline translated, wincing at the choice of words. "Before he, uh, grinds you into a gooey pulp." she added as the snake arm hissed in her ear.
"Gah! Okay, okay!" Chris gulped fearfully. "The following campers are safe: Mitchell, Wilson, Toni, Caroline, Alan, Anuok, and Paul. Come collect your marshmallows." Chris announced as the campers quickly grabbed their individual fluffy treats and scrambled back into their seats; Micheal, Maurananei, Trey, and Zelda left, the campfire illuminating their varied expressions of annoyance and impatience.
"Trey, you were first to be killed and did very little for your team," Chris reviewed. "And Maurananei, you failed to save your team's briefcase in time before Owen of all people won the challenge for his team. Fortunately for the both of you, neither one of you is going home tonight." Chris tossed them their marshmallows as the two of them nearly collapsed with relief.
"That leaves Micheal and Zelda," Chris continued, a dark grin crossing his face. "Zelda you're on the chopping block for betraying your team last episode and failing to regain their trust. Micheal, you're here for . . . actually, I don't know. Maybe your fellow teammates got tired of you constantly threatening me." Chris shrugged.
"Yeah, right." everyone grumbled in unison.
"Whatever," Chris shrugged. "And the loser going home tonight is . . ." he trailed off, a dark smirk crossing his face as he milked the moment for the ratings. Zelda nervously looked back and forth between the final marshmallow in Chris's fingers and her fellow teammates that refused to look her in the eye, save for Anuok who merely starred at her with a sad expression. Micheal seemed indifferent to the others, merely glaring at Chris with steely eyes as he opened and closed his fists, slurping up a stray amount of saliva dripping from his fanged maw.
"Micheal! You're outta here!" Chris announced, tossing Zelda the marshmallow; the fluffy treat merely fell to the ground as everyone gasp as Micheal let out a loud bellow that sent shivers up Chris's spine.
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"It's nothing personal against Micheal, but I'd rather compete against someone who's already so close to going home than someone who can turn into a hundred foot tall colossus." Mitchell shrugged.
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"Micheal has nothing left for him here," Maurananei shook her head. "He was a good guy to have around, but with the team's now merged, he's the biggest threat out there. Literally."
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"I'm not saying I voted for Micheal because he scares the crap outta me, but I'd rather not be crushed to a bloody paste later on in the competition." Alan gulped nervously.
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Serphonus scoffed. "Really? You had to ask?"
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"C'mon, Micheal! Get! In! The! Sub!" Chris grunted as he and Chef tried to force Micheal's huge bulk through the small hatch of the submarine docked at the rotting pier.
"Chris, he's not gonna fit. It's impossible for something that big to fit through an opening that small." Zelda shook her head. "Even Lindsay of all people would know that."
"Well, what do you suggest I do!?" Chris snapped angirly.
"He has wings, dude," Trey shook his head. "Let him fly out with his dignity in tact. He's already had his heart crush to a pulp, lost out on a chance at a million dollars, and is trapped as freak of nature for who knows how long."
"No!" Chris snapped. "This show is all about betrayal and pain! Humiliation and pain! And did I mention PAIN!" Chris cried just as a thick, rubbery tentacle wrapped itself around him and squeezed him tight, retching him off of the roof of the sub and bringing him up to Micheal's face, just an inch from his razor sharp teeth.
"I don't think I have to translate what that means." Caroline gave a small smile.
"Fine! Whatever! Just put me down!" Chris cried. Micheal hissed and threw Chris over his shoulder and far off across the horizon where he would most likely land in the lake and have to swim back to shore if his private yacht didn't pick him up first. Micheal turned his attention to the rest of the contestants and waved farwell with his Nisilaha arms before turning to take to the skies and return home.
"Wait!"
Micheal froze and turned around on the sub, the submersible dipping down in the water under his weight as he moved to see Caroline trying to scramble up the side of the sub; the snake in Micheal's shoulder carefully grabbed Caroline's waist in its jaws and hefted her up to Micheal's eye level to speak, the glassy eyes on either side of his head never straining away from the small girl in his hands.
"If it's okay with you I'd . . ." Caroline bit her lip, trying to form the words in her mouth. "I'd still like to be together once the competition's over."
Micheal growled and hissed, flaring up his wings and gesturing with all four of his arms to his massive bulk, careful to avoid poking Caroline in the eye with his tusks and horns.
"Yes, even with your . . . problem . . . I still love you." Caroline's face flushed a deep red before Micheal pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly; everyone, even Chef, all cooed and awed at the sight while Wilson tried not to puke up his lunch as his eyes glowed an ominous purple. After a few minutes, Micheal gently set her down on the dock and turned his back on her and the rest of the crowd, giving them one last wave goodby before he flapped his wings and took to the night sky.
"Who will be voted out next?" Chef began, reading off a note card that him sound like the caveman he so much looked like. "Will Zelda ever be able to regain the trust of her teammates? And will Maurananei ever stop sending me death threats?"
"UNLIKELY, BEEP!" Maurananei roared, chucking a rock at his head and missing.
"Find out next time on Total! Drama! Pahkitew's Vengeance!" Chef finished before beaitng a hasty retreat as Maurananei continued to throw stuff at him and succeeded in hitting him in the back of his head with a fish.
And there we go! After an eternity, I am finally done! Whew!
[1] GRN actually stands for Global Radio Network, and YLW stands for Yard Logistics Workers. I got these two titles off of a post I found on Google Plus.
[2] In TF2, the Heavy has named his gun 'Sasha'. Creepy.
[3] No idea why I put that there.
[4] It has been proven, through the embarrassing footage of Chris during Season 2, that he does sleep with a teddy bear. Whether it is name Mr. Snuffles is up to debate.
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