AN: Short chapter, but it's setting up for the finale.
Chapter 14: Middle of Nowhere, California
***Recap***
Chris: Last time on TDAT, the City of San Francisco, with flowers in everyone's hair. Our final four had to go through a huge relay race throughout the city. After the last heat at Alcatraz Island, Dakota became victorious again as he guaranteed himself a spot in the final three.
But, Jake had to do it. He had to destroy the plane. I hope you're happy. This means there will be one additional stop on the way to our finale location in sunny Los Angeles. The final three better brace themselves for the single worst location in California ever, and since I make the decisions, we're going through the valley.
***Back to Game***
Everyone woke up and got dressed in fresh clothing. The three contestants arrived in the hotel lobby, and they stayed there, ever so silent. Chris took his sweet time getting ready, taking his thirty minute shower, and causing Chef's shower water to be very cold. When the two hosts were done, both of them joined the final three in the hotel lobby.
Chris ordered a taxi using the cheapest fare possible to get to Los Angeles. All five people started heading south. Most of the drive was boring as there was nothing to see, so everyone fell asleep. No one wanted to talk to each other since no one had anything to say. Even Chris was tired and wanted to take a nap in the taxi. After four hours, the taxi stopped, and everyone woke up in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere.
***Confessional (The Taxi)***
Dakota: Where are we? Sirens? Fires? Gunshots? What the hell? Am I in hell?
***Back to Game***
Even Chris didn't know where he was at first, as he fell asleep and didn't recognize any signs. He talked with the taxi driver and asked him where they were.
"Ah, si, you're in Fresno. I'd leave if I were you."
The final three woke up and realized what happened when they woke up. They were at a smelly gas station.
***Confessional***
Dakota: This is hell. What did I do to deserve this? This is easily worse than Detroit.
Samantha: It's like Mexico here. The crappy part of Mexico.
***Back to Game***
"Now I know." Chris introduced this place to the final three. "Welcome to the epitome of hell itself. Fresno! Everyone speaks Spanish here, so it's best to use that language when talking with the locals. Since I don't have a challenge planned out, our goal here is to simply survive."
"Simply survive?" Josh asked.
"Yeah. It's a final test to see who can make it to LA. Also everyone is to be alone in this challenge. I don't want the locals to catch all of you at once."
"Huh?" Samantha was confused.
"Most of the people here have an IQ below 90. The ones that are smarter than that are the college students, and they tend to leave when they graduate. When I blow this foghorn, split up, and take a nice look of the city." Chris sounded his foghorn and everyone went their separate ways.
Josh continued south down the highway, noting nothing of importance except for several sets of railroad tracks.
***Confessional***
Josh: Chris is testing us, isn't he? He wants us to spend the time alone to think about our lives?
***Back to Game***
He sat down on the sidewalk to take a break from walking in the searing heat. Mostly keeping to himself, he observed a couple speaking in Spanish to each other while going to the gas station. He didn't understand a single word of it, but he felt it was nice enough for him to get away from Samantha and Dakota for once.
Samantha went north. All she could think about was winning. For the most part, she stayed close to the gas station, and didn't want to go far. She spent most of her time alone thinking about the whole season, and how to convince the jury to vote for her.
***Confessional***
Samantha: I think I'll win. Josh had to return, and I think I've made the most friends around here. Maybe I should come up with something to thank everyone.
***Back to Game***
Samantha found a small fabric store to shop at. After buying some beads and yarn, she sat back down and started making bracelets.
***Confessional***
Samantha: A blue and white one for Jane, a purple one for Seeiah. I know she was a freak, but she's still a person. A black one for Elijah…
***Back to Game***
Dakota went east, across the highway and deeper into the city. He was disgusted about the trash on the sidewalks as he continued walking. He then saw something that really stunned him. It was one of Jake's posters. "What?" He thought to himself.
***Confessional***
Dakota: What the hell? Seriously. Jake, what's wrong with you? I'm not gay. It was just something for Josh!
***Back to Game***
A moment later, Dakota regained his composer as three shadowy figures came up to him. One of them was the first to speak. "Haha. Looks like we got ourselves a homo here."
"What? I'm not gay! That poster's lying, man."
"Now, we know better than that, dawg. Let's give this homo what he deserves, bros!"
The three gangsters started to beat up Dakota. He tried to fight back, but they were too much for
him. He fell down, as the gangbangers stripped him of everything he had save his boxers, laughing as they ran off. Police sirens were heard momentarily, as Dakota lay in the middle of the dark alley. A passerby came by and noticed him lying on the ground. She immediately dialed 9-1-1, and an ambulance took him to the hospital.
Chris and Chef stayed by the taxi and continued to bicker over why they had to even stop in Fresno. Chef started the argument. "We could have gone to Santa Barbara instead! They at least have a beach!"
"It's that cowboy's fault we're here!"
"No. You paid that driver fifty bucks for gas, and he left us here!"
"Whatever, Let's just hope they survive and I don't get any more lawsuits."
A local police car came up, as two officers walked towards the two hosts ready to arrest them. "Good afternoon gentlemen." One of the officers spoke. "I have a warrant for your arrest. Someone by the name of Jebediah Kolanski filed a lawsuit saying that you killed his son."
"Who? Who's that? I've never heard of a Jebediah Kolanski!"
"I think you know his son Ezekiel."
"That asshole!"
"While we found out that he's still alive and well in Canada, you however are under arrest for his attempted murder."
"This is absurd! Chef! Do something."
"You're under arrest too, whatever your name is."
Chef took one of the officers down as the other was getting ready to call for backup. Chris was still in handcuffs as he tried to escape. The second officer sprayed the two hosts with sleeping gas as they quickly fell asleep and got stored into the police car.
Two more hours passed. Josh and Samantha were both getting very tired, as they walked back to the gas station to meet up where the taxi was, only to find the two hosts gone. "Where are they?" Josh asked.
"Que?" The attendant answered.
"Josh, I know a little Spanish. Donde esta Chris y Chef?"
Another attendant who spoke English came out. "They were arrested two hours ago. It's a long story, but you'll have to pay the rest of the trip."
Samantha and Josh had to call Dakota to find him. Josh called his cell phone, only to have it go to voice mail. He tried again, and it went to voicemail again. "He's in trouble!"
"Call the hospital!" Samantha yelled out.
Josh called the hospital, and got through. "Hello? Is there a Dakota O'Riley? Great! Where is he? Sorry to bother you." Josh hung up the phone.
"So? Was he there?"
"Yeah, and he's in critical condition. Some gangbangers almost killed him."
"And with Chris and Chef gone, we've got to get to L.A.!"
Josh went to the taxi service to find a driver to take them to Los Angeles. After some bribery, the driver accepted and all three of them were on their way.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Dakota was still in critical condition, lying on the bed. "How do you think he'll do?" a nurse asked.
"He'll live. That Strike guy said he needed to be in L.A., but I don't think we can transport him."
"We've got to give it a try."
The two nurses walked out, leaving the beaten up Dakota behind to recover.
At the police station, the Fresno police continued to hold Chris and Chef for further questioning. "Why did you do it?" an officer asked.
Chris didn't answer.
"Why would you even hurt a sixteen year old boy?"
"We have a whole rap sheet on you, McLean." The second officer added. "You'd better talk fast, since we're sending you to the Honorable Robert Mills for trial."
"Who?"
"Only the most death penalty happy judge in California. Be lucky you're still alive."
The two officers left the hosts in their cell as they went back to work.
Samantha and Josh continued conning taxi drivers as they slowly made their way to Los Angeles.
***Confessional***
Samantha: Final two baby! I knew I could do it. I'm sure Jane can be a good host for the finale. Michelle, I miss you already.
Josh: I'm a little shocked I made it this far. Dakota was a strong player, and so was Jake. Jazz, if you hear this, I'll always be your friend. Logan, you're cool too.
***Back to Game***
In Los Angeles, Jane was getting ready for the finale. The eliminated contestants were alreasy there in their finest dress wear. The stage was already set as she received a phone call. "Hello? Chris is what? I'm hosting now? Okay, bye."
Jane hung up her cell phone as she prepared to sign off the show. "It's down to Sam and Josh as they prepare to face the jury. Don't miss the exciting finale and awards show right here on Total Drama American Tour!"
AN: To help with the Los Angeles Finale, I would like some input for some "Academy Awards". Some of these I already have candidates for, but some I'll need your help in deciding winners. For contestants, anyone is fair game. For episodes, anything from Big Apple, Big Dreams to Middle of Nowhere, California is fair game. Remember, The City by the Bay was a two parter, so each part is its own episode.
Send your votes via PM, or they won't count.
Without further ado, here are the categories:
Best Episode:
Best Male Character:
Best Female Character:
Best Couple:
Best Challenge:
Best Elimination:
Also if you have a suggestion for an award, please send me a message.