(A/N: Have any of you heard the song No Children by the Mountain Goats? Funny stuff, right there. It's pretty dark, but still, incredibly funny. Then again, my sense of humor is kind of warped. Oh, and I'm probably not going to update this story as often, since I started another one yesterday- check it out- I want to make sure neither of them die, so I'll probably take turns updating them. In other news, I began writing the first song for season three today! =D Anyway, on with the chapter.)
Blaineley was sitting in her private trailer, a devious grin on her face. She was talking to her boss, which would usually dampen her spirits, but not today. Because today, she had a fail proof plan.
"Don't worry," Blaineley smiled, "I've taken care of it. You still have political connections with the old guild, right?"
"Yes," her boss said, "the old guild was disbanded, though. But I still have friends I've made from way back when that could get you off with anything up to-"
"Accidental manslaughter?" Blaineley asked.
"I suppose so," her boss said, "try only killing ONE. What's your plan?
"Simple," Blaineley said, "This challenge will involve certain scenarios that will put the contestants' lives at stake. If there is any damage done, it will be either self-inflicted, or from another contestant. I'm hoping that I come out unscathed, but a contestant might end up with involuntary manslaughter. I just wanted to make sure that if any of this is traced back to me, you could get me off of the hook."
"I can arrange it," her boss said, "now, a word of warning. I have given you all of the resources you need to pull this off. You've still failed me. Time after time, you have failed me."
"These contestants aren't as stupid as I thought," Blaineley sighed, "I'm sorry, okay?"
"No, you're not sorry," her boss hissed, "because I'm writing a list of people for HER to take out. If you fail your plan tonight, two things will happen. One, I will send this list to her, and she will go to the film lot. Two, I'm going to add your name to the list."
"Wait a second," Blaineley gasped, "she's really out? Even after what happened with F-"
"Oh yes, she's out," her boss snickered, "but that can all be avoided. IF you succeed. If not, then… well, I hope you have your will written."
"But-" Blaineley began to protest.
The line went dead.
"Crap," Blaineley groaned, "well, not really. This plan of mine IS rather ingenious. Now to get things set up."
Everyone else was eating their breakfast in the crafts and services tent; minus Justin, who was nowhere to be found. Trent and Heather were each exchanging glares, Cody and Noah were each looking around nervously, and Gwen was doing her best to tolerate Izzy's insanity.
"Hey Trent," Duncan called, "where's your boyfriend?"
"IF you're going to troll, at least be good at it," Trent snapped, "and… well, come to think of it, I have no idea."
"Oh, Justin's in the trailer," Chris said, "being all creepy. I had to wake up early from my beauty sleep because he was making too much noise with all that metal he was playing."
"Metal?" Trent asked, "Justin doesn't listen to anything other than David Bowie, Tears for Fears, Hall and Oates, or… well, he doesn't listen to metal."
"Please," Duncan smirked, "metal is the only good music genre out there. You know, Steel Maiden and all that."
"IRON Maiden," Trent corrected, "you poser. Well, I'm going to go see what's up with Justin."
"Have fun with that," Chris yawned, "I'll see if I can get some sleep here."
Trent shrugged, and left the tent.
When he entered the boy's cabin, Trent was greeted by the radio, which was playing The Lake by King Diamond. Trent let out a slight yelp when he saw Justin, who was curled up on his bed.
Instead of his usual outfit, Justin was wearing a black t-shirt with a red skull on it, a black hoodie, torn up dark blue jeans, and black converse sneakers. Trent also thought it looked like Justin was wearing eye shadow.
"Dude," Trent asked, "what are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing the darkness I feel inside," Justin muttered.
"What?" Trent asked, "Speak real English."
"My outer appearance reflects the emptiness I feel on the inside," Justin sighed.
Trent walked over, and back-handed his friend.
"AGH! Trent, what the- WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING?" Justin gasped.
"I don't know," Trent said, "I don't want to know."
"It doesn't matter," Justin muttered, shaking his head, "listen, I found out all we need to know about Heather. And she isn't the real threat here."
"What?" Trent asked, "Of course she is! That's why she's been sneaking out with Cody-"
"No way, man," Justin said, "Heather is… a fangirl, would be the best term. She was flirting with Tyler so she could have something to talk about when she got home. Same thing with any other guy she's talked to."
"Okay, say for a moment that's true," Trent sighed, "which it isn't- then who would the real threat be?"
"Cody," Justin said, "he's working with Sadie, Heather, and likely Noah. That's how Bridgette was voted off. Heather told me Cody went to talk with Noah about an alliance when Sierra took him, which would explain why he wasn't with the rest of us."
"No way," Trent frowned, "I refuse to believe it."
"Do you?" Justin asked, "Listen, I hate to say it, but Heather might be telling the truth. We need to at least look into it. Imagine if Cody WAS the real villain, and Heather was telling the truth? If we act too rashly, we could lose the game in a heartbeat. I say we spy on Cody, eliminate him if necessary, and then get rid of the remaining members of his alliance."
"No," Trent growled.
"You're right," Justin nodded, "okay, better plan. Spy on Cody, eliminate Noah, eliminate Cody if necessary, and then we go have some instant ramen."
"No, I mean eliminating Cody in general," Trent said, "I don't honestly think he's been faking being our friend for the past year or so, do you?"
"Maybe he wasn't at first," Justin said, "maybe it was when Geoff replaced him. Maybe Cody snapped on the inside, and has been secretly planning his vengeance ever since."
"Whatever," Trent sighed, "you look into Cody if you want to. I'm going to get to the bottom of what's REALLY going on, and handle it myself."
With that, Trent walked out of the trailer.
Justin stepped out of the trailer, and then called after Trent.
"Fine!" Justin shouted, "I had a great Hall and Oates Private Eyes montage planned, too! But you can forget- oh, hey Blaineley."
"Uh, what are you wearing?" the hostess asked.
"I… don't actually know," Justin said, "I was going to get changed right now, actually-"
"Don't bother," Blaineley smiled, "it'll work perfectly with our challenge today."
"Oh no," Justin groaned, "please, not some sort of emo-y teen romance!"
"Actually," Blaineley said, "it's the movie Lost Boys."
"With Kiefer Sutherland?" Justin asked.
"Yes-" Blaineley began.
"You… are… god," Justin said.
"Yes, yes I am," Blaineley smiled, "now come with me to the crafts and services tent, so I can explain the challenge to everyone else."
Once everyone was gathered together, Blaineley announced how the challenge would work.
"Okay," she started, "it's quite simple. Team Bowie will play as the vampires of the movie, and Team Isaak will play as the humans. Team Isaak's objective is to either hit all of the vampires with a stake, or destroy their lair. The vampires must capture the humans and lock them in the make-up confessional. Now, I'm going to give everyone on team Isaak a rubber stake that may feel very real. In fact, it will feel and look sharp enough to stab or seriously injure someone. But I assure you, it's just rubber. Very, very convincing rubber. You can either stab each of the vampires with a stake to win, or burn down their lair, like I said, which is a cave located by the cabins used in the Evil Dead challenge. Questions? No? Good. In that case, Team Bowie, spread out around camp. Team Isaak, I'll give you your stakes."
Team Bowie rushed out of the tent, and Blaineley handed each member of Team Isaak a wooden stake.
"I don't know," Gwen said, "these seem pretty real to me."
"Of course they do," Blaineley laughed, "that's the point."
"Whatever," Gwen shrugged, leading her team out of the tent.
When Team Isaak was outside, Gwen called for a Team meeting.
"Okay guys," she said, "this could be a good place for a comeback if we can win today. Here's what I say- we split into groups of two. One group of two tries to find and kill the vampires, while the other two sneak into their lair and destroy it."
"Makes sense," Duncan smirked, "I'm with you, Gwenny, let's do some vampire killing."
"Okay!" Izzy laughed, "that means Bob is with me!"
"Actually, I'd rather go with you-" Gwen interjected, but Izzy had already taken Bob and run off.
"Great," the goth sighed, "well, come on, let's get this over with."
Duncan smirked, and the two walked off.
Meanwhile, Cody was wandering in the woods, alone, when a dark figure wearing a Darth Vader mask leapt in front of him.
"Shadow!" Cody exclaimed.
"Shush," The Shadow hissed, "keep your voice down. Listen, I found something that might be of use for you."
"What is it?" Cody asked.
"It's about Sierra," the Shadow whispered, "word is, Blaineley sent her after you."
"WHAT?" Cody asked.
The Shadow nodded.
"Blaineley brought Sierra here to the film lot," The Shadow told Cody, "and that's not all. Apparently, Blaineley's planning something for today's challenge, I'm not sure what. Just keep your wits about you. But Blaineley's boss, I still don't know who, apparently threatened Blaineley that if her plan didn't work, he was hiring someone himself."
"who is he going to hire?" Cody asked.
The Shadow shook their head.
"Not sure," they murmured, "but I think we can help each other out. I know for a fact that Blaineley is hiding Sierra somewhere on the film lot, so she can't get out an expose Blaineley. If you can find Sierra, she might be willing to inform you of Blaineley's plans."
"Right," Cody said, "so why don't I just leave the film lot after that and tell the authorities myself?"
"You think I haven't tried that?" The Shadow asked, "She has security patrolling on the outside. She's paranoid- or maybe her boss is. But listen, Izzy knows how to get out, she does it all the time. IF you can get some solid evidence on Blaineley, I'll give it to Izzy, and have her deliver it to the local authorities."
"Why don't you just tell Izzy what's going on?" Cody asked.
"She's… not exactly good with secrets," The Shadow sighed, "she'd blab about it to anything that can hear. Then all three of us would get disqualified."
"So you're a contestant too?" Cody gasped.
"Maybe," the Shadow snickered, "maybe I said that to throw you off. You'll never know until you solve the case."
"Well played," Cody nodded.
"Yes it was," the Shadow agreed, "so here's the plan You find Sierra, convince her to talk. I'll try to find out who Blaineley's working for. I have to go- look for Sierra tonight once everyone has gone to sleep."
With that, the Shadow disappeared into the forest.
Meanwhile, Blaineley was in her trailer, celebrating what was sure to be a successful plan.
"Well played, Blaineley," the blonde smiled, "thank you, other Blaineley. It was quite simple, you see. The stakes aren't rubber at all, but sharpened to a point. Someone like Duncan wouldn't notice- he'll go and kill one of the other contestant's for sure. He'll go to juevey, and the show will be stopped."
"But what if Gwen and Duncan can't catch the vampires?" Blaineley asked herself.
"Well other Blaineley," Blaineley smirked, "it's quite simple. The vampires lair is rigged so that once I press a button, the cave will collapse, trapping everyone in it. Knowing Izzy, the place will be on fire. So that solves that."
With that, Blaineley started laughing manically.
Speaking of Duncan, he had spotted Justin, and was sneaking up on him.
"Get ready Justin," Duncan smirked, "I hope you like your stake with a side of… me, stabbing you and winning the challenge! Damnit, so much for the clever word play. Oh well."
With that, Duncan leapt out, ran at Justin, and thrusted the stake forward.
Justin saw the stake heading towards his stomach. He tried to get away- but it was too late.
Meanwhile, Izzy and Chris were in the vampire cave.
"Okay!" Izzy smiled, pouring gasoline over everything, "Do you want to light the match?"
"I'm still confused as to where you got the gas can," Chris muttered.
"Whatever!" Izzy laughed. She tossed the can aside, then lit a match.
"We win!" the redhead cheered, tossing the match to the ground.
When the match hit the gasoline, two things happened. One, the cave bursted into flames, and two, boulders collapsed in front of the entrance, blocking their way out.
"NO!" Chris screamed, "WE'RE TRAPPED!"
"Oh, relax," Izzy giggled, "I can get us out."
The psycho reached into her bra, and pulled out a pack of C4.
"What the- YOU STUFF YOU BRA WITH C4?" Chris shouted.
"Of course," Izzy laughed, "doesn't everyone?"
"No," Chris exclaimed, "although… I did make a good choice picking you last year, didn't I?"
"What?" Izzy asked.
"Nothing," Chris replied, "go back to operation GETTING US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
In a matter of seconds, Izzy had blown the rocks away.
"Wow," Chris nodded, clearly impressed, "I've never seen someone use c4 so quickly and efficiently."
"A little trick my pals from the KGB taught me," Izzy shrugged, "nothing too major. Now, let's get out of here!"
"Oh my god, Duncan," Gwen gasped, "what did you DO?"
Duncan let out a groan, and covered his hands with his face.
"I don't know," he cried, "it just… HAPPENED!"
"Yeah," Justin shrugged, "that's what he got for trying to stake my abs of steel."
You see, minutes ago, when Duncan was about to stab Justin, the latter managed to rip his shirt open. Duncan's stake hit Justin's abs, then spun backwards and hit Duncan square in the eye.
"You're lucky you didn't get hit in the eye with the sharpened end," Gwen commented, "that would have been even worse."
Duncan moved his hands away from his face- his eye was swollen and black.
"Ew," Gwen shuddered, "go… bandage that or something."
Just then, Noah walked by, a smirk on his face.
"There's just so many comments to be made here," he smirked, "ah, where to begin?"
"Shut it, twerp," Duncan snapped at Noah.
"Shut it, twerp," Gwen snapped at Duncan.
"Whatever," Noah said, "I have better things to do then sit here and make fun of Duncan, entertaining as that may be. I have, uh… things to be doing."
"Yeah," Gwen agreed, now blushing, "Justin, could you maybe put a shirt on? Not if you don't want to, I mean, cause I don't mind if you don't, ha ha."
"Actually," Justin said, "I need to get going, too. Later."
Justin then took off after Noah.
"Seriously," Gwen said, "put a bandage or something on your eye."
CONFESSIONAL: Duncan
(Duncan is seen adjusting an eyepatch over his black eye. He fiddles with it for a while, then smiles and looks at the camera.)
"Chicks dig eye patches."
(End Confessional)
Noah was walking along, whistling, when Justin grabbed him and shoved him against a tree.
"Listen to me," Justin hissed, "I know you were involved with Bridgette's elimination. Tell me who the brains behind it were, and I won't spill YOUR brains all over this tree."
"Gee, you, without a shirt, pinning me up against a tree," Noah frowned, "as if the slash fans didn't have enough to say about us."
Justin blinked, then released his grip on Noah.
"Just tell me what I want to know," Justin asked, "…please."
"Fine," Noah said, "I don't know who the mastermind was, okay? I just know Sadie was involved, she was the one who approached me about it in the first place."
Justin thought it over.
"Fine," he hissed, "but your time is coming, you hear me?"
"Whatever," Noah said, walking away, "have fun with the rest of the challenge."
CONFESSIONAL: Noah
"I could have told him it was Heather, but, well… see, Heather didn't tell me about her plans, but I overheard one of her confessionals the other day. No, I don't plan on ratting her out. I plan on using this to my advantage. If I can slowly feed Justin small bits of information that are true, he'll see that I'm a reliable source, and that he should keep me around. If I can get Justin's mind off of voting me out, I don't have any other enemies here at camp, so I'll be safe. No, I'm not going to pick sides- I'm going to play Justin and Heather simultaneously. Anyway, I have to get back to doing something."
(End Confessional)
Meanwhile, the shadow was in a tree, watching Noah creep around the film lot.
"I wonder what you're up to?" the Shadow mused, "I suppose everyone here does have their secrets… but what's yours? Where do YOU fit in?"
The Shadow smiled to their self, and then began to follow Noah.
Blaineley was in the middle of "making it rain"
Yet again, when she was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"WHAT NOW?" she demanded, lunging towards the door and yanking it open. What she saw was Izzy and Bob standing there, smiling at her.
"We blew up the vampires nest," Izzy smiled, "we win."
Blaineley blinked.
"You're kidding," she groaned.
"Nope," Izzy smiled, "'fraid not."
"Okay," Blaineley said, "let me just check to make sure that the humans weren't all captured."
"It wouldn't matter if they were, because we're still here," Chris pointed out.
Blaineley slammed the door, and walked over to the security screens.
It was terrible news for Blaineley, at least. Everyone was alive.
"No," she gasped, "no… no no no."
Izzy kicked the door open.
"HEY!" she exclaimed, "I SAID, we WON!"
"Fine," Blaineley sighed, "I'll gather everyone else for an elimination ceremony. Go… enjoy the night off."
With that, Blaineley trudged sadly away.
Half an hour before the elimination ceremony, Justin pulled Heather aside.
"Listen," he said, "Trent won't vote off Cody… and, to be honest, I'm not sure if you're telling the truth."
"You're calling me a liar?" Heather gasped.
"No," Justin frowned, "I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself. Vote with me tonight, and you'll earn a little of my trust. Prove that you deserve to be trusted, and I'll look into Cody. Fair enough?"
"More than fair," Heather smiled, "thank you. So who are we voting for?"
At the elimination ceremony, Blaineley gazed at the six campers before her. Her hands were shaking- she had failed her job. What she thought would be fail proof, she had still screwed up.
"The first award," she sighed, "goes to Justin."
Justin caught his award.
"Seriously, put on a shirt," Noah snapped.
"Don't be jealous of my twelve pack," Justin smirked.
"Trent, you're safe," Blaineley droned.
Trent coughed his award, and offered a faint smile.
"Heather," Blaineley called.
Heather smirked at Trent, and then smiled kindly at Justin.
"Cody," Blaineley announced.
Cody grinned as he caught his award. Trent looked relieved.
Noah and Sadie glanced at each other. Sadie's glance was full of worry, but Noah's said, "Just get on with it."
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"…Noah."
Noah shrugged, and caught his trophy.
"WHAT?" Sadie demanded, "This is unbelievable- I didn't even get any lines this episode!"
"Gee, I wonder why that is," Noah frowned, rolling his eyes.
"I'll get my revenge!" Sadie called as she took the walk of shame, "I'LL BE BACK!"
"No she won't," Noah said.
CONFESSIONAL: Justin
"I could have voted Noah off, true, but… at least he's funny sometimes. Sadie is just plain annoying."
CONFESSIONAL: Noah
"Heather asked me to vote for Sadie with her and Justin, so I did. This is turning out to be quite the game. I didn't see them working together so soon, that's for sure."
CONFESSIONAL: Heather
"My plan is working beautifully. I lost Sadie from my alliance, sure, but now I have Justin, who can actually do stuff other than complain. Plus, it'll drive Trent nuts, and he'll probably start to fight with Justin, which will hopefully bring an end to one of them."
CONFESSIONAL: Cody
"Yeah, I was getting really tired of her whining."
CONFESSIONAL: Trent
"I'm glad Justin didn't vote Cody off- but worried that he seems to be friendly with Heather. I know he would never cheat on Bridgette, so Heather's at a loss there, but if she plays into his ego, it could be scary."
(End Confessionals)
As soon as Blaineley got back in her trailer, she received a text from her boss.
FROM: [Censor}
Hi, Blaineley, you big insufferable glob of failure. Just thought I would let you know that in addition to you failing so hard with your plan, the ratings went up again because Sadie was voted off. Also, Scarlet will be arriving in two days. I've given her the OK to do whatever she wants. Pray she doesn't target you.
Toodles.
Blaineley threw her phone at the wall.
"Great," she groaned, "there goes EVERYTHING. No promotion, no fifty million dollar paycheck, and no award ceremony."
Blaineley brightened up.
"wait a second," she smiled, "no, this isn't over. All I have to do is make sure Scarlet doesn't harm the contestants. If I make HER look bad, I'll probably get to keep my job. Yes, that's what I'll do!"
Meanwhile, Cody slipped out of the boy's trailer, dressed in his detective outfit.
"Okay," he sighed, "now to find… Sierra."
(A/N: Okay, a word of apology ahead of time for people who don't like OC's. I assure you, this one is only here for a brief appearance. I just couldn't think of anyone who was both dangerous enough and rouge-like to be a hired gun. So, I figured, heck with it, I already have a perfectly good sociopath created. Also, I hope this chapter left you with a few more questions- like, what's Noah hiding? Why has the Shadow taken an interest in him? I'll update as soon as I can- hope you liked the update! By the way, you have no idea how happy I was that I finally got rid of Sadie. I kept her around to be the black sheep for a while, but when your own creations begin to annoy you, it's time to eliminate them.)