AN: It's time for an original episode! Like I said, chapters will be taking longer to update. Really sorry about that. And, after finishing the episode, I can say that this is probably my least favorite episode so far. Bear with me, there are no more original episodes after this, so updates may come a bit quicker.
acl97 gioia: Thank you! I always planned for Alejandro to go this episode, particularly from exposing Mal, to which Mal would've mutilated the guy. I wasn't sure how, but after a bit of thought, cutting out his tooth probably would've made him think twice about participating any longer. I didn't want to dumb down characters, plus, I wanted Mal to actually be threatening, hence why Alejandro exposed him. I hope you enjoy this episode!
Nicky Haugh: Thank you! I hope you enjoy today's episode!
CutieMudkipYT: Thank you! Don't worry, Mal will do some...malevolent things over time. I hope you enjoy today's episode!
sketchmelgar: Yes, Mal is indeed a psychopath, and you'll see much more of his psychopathic nature in this episode. I hope you enjoy today's episode!
Guest: I guess we'll have to see, huh? I hope you enjoy today's episode!
Jonny Pickles: I...actually wasn't aware of this. I doubt you'll believe me, but at least I'll know the truth. I PMed him and we had a nice conversation. Nice guy. I hope you enjoy today's episode!
Murder on the Zeppelin Express
The show fades in on Chris standing on the dock, ready to do the recap.
"Last time on Total Drama: a brutal teens versus mutants fisticuffs free-for-all proved beyond all doubt that these guys will do ANYTHING for a million bucks. Zoey even had to fight a robot, which was AWESOME!
"The Heroes proved victorious when Alejandro revealed that Mike was really Mal, and wasn't Mike. So, Mal didn't take it very well, and Alejandro left the game with one tooth missing, just like his senorita, while the Villains exiled Mal. And, in a shocking twist, Duncan was USING Gwen the entire time!
"Only nine players remain, and none of them are ready for what's to come. Right here, right now, on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
The show fades in on the Spa Hotel. Zoey and Sierra sit on the front steps, one of them much more angry than the other.
"I will not let Mal get away with burning my phone." Sierra muttered angrily.
"Mike's still in there, Sierra. We can't hurt him." Zoey pleaded. "I won't stop until Mike is back in his body!"
Sierra looks at Zoey and smiles weakly. "It's weird, isn't it?"
Zoey looked back at Sierra, eyebrow raised.
"We're the only true Heroes left." Sierra told her. Zoey paused, and nodded.
"I really wish it didn't have to be this way." Sierra added, looking out at the campground, and at the slightly burnt loser cabins.
"Me neither." Zoey agreed.
As they looked out at the campground, they failed to see the delinquent looking out the window at the two.
Duncan closed his eyes sadly, and walked over to the table, sitting down with Lightning eating from across him.
The jock scowled at Duncan, picking up his plate, and walking away. Duncan sighs miserably.
Loser Cabins - Girls
Gwen had been sobbing most of the night into her pillow. Courtney had tried to comfort her, but it didn't ever seem to work.
They couldn't get the confessional clip out of their minds.
Duncan was using Gwen to get to Courtney. And it failed spectacularly.
With Duncan's confessional being revealed, and Gwen's broken arm, she didn't know whether to quit the game or not. She already figured that she wouldn't last much longer as it was.
"Gwen...are you okay?" Courtney asked the sobbing Gwen.
Gwen turned around from her bed, facing Courtney. Her eyes were red from the tears she shed.
"I hate him, Courtney. I never want to see him again." She spoke. Courtney nodded.
"I'd grown to terms with the two of you, but I hate what he did to you. Trust me, Gwen. He will not get away with betraying my best friend."
Gwen smiles weakly at the girl she tried so hard to re-establish a friendship with, and hugged her.
On the other side of the wall, Scott had a plastic cup lifted to the wall, with Trent watching from his bed with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" The musician asked him.
"Eavesdropping, but this wall is way too thick!"
"That, or the they are just talking quietly." Trent rolled his eyes.
Scott glanced back at Trent, and shrugged. "Maybe, but they may be trying to form an alliance to get us booted off. And if they do that…" the dirt farmer spins around, facing Trent. "Then I'll be their first target."
"And your plan is?" Trent asked, reclining on his bed.
"That you and I form an alliance, and get those girls booted outta here." Scott grins. Trent stares at him, and gets up, and walks towards the door.
"No. After everything that you did last season, Scott, I think they would be right to vote you off."
With that, Trent opened the door and left, leaving Scott behind, annoyed with how his alliance offer ended up.
Boney Island
Mal walked quietly along the island, his pocket knife at his side.
If his team lost, then Duncan would have a big target on his back. But of course, keeping Duncan in the game a bit longer would help him, so that he wouldn't be the target of everyone.
Some paces behind him, Sylvan wrapped his pale hand around a tree and smiled, facing the malevolent personality. He left something for him, and he hoped that he would like it.
Mal stopped walking, facing a black briefcase on the ground. He shrugged and opened the case with his knife, flipping it open to see something that made his eyebrow raise.
Suddenly, a shadow passed over him, and a ladder was tossed down. Mal closed the briefcase and pocketed the knife, and began climbing the ladder up.
The contestants filed out of their respective cabins, looking up at the sky to see a shadow looming over the island. Chris and Chef arrived by jeep in front of the descending zeppelin.
"It's challenge time!" Chris announced as the zeppelin landed, the stairs falling forward to the ground, revealing a path onto the ship.
"After the events of last season, I went through a lot of paperwork to get this thing into moi possession. Now, it's your next challenge!" Chris told them, walking to the ramp and placing his hand on the railing.
"Lightning! Taking to the skies! Again! Sha-bam!" Lightning cheered, causing everyone, minus Zoey, and Sierra, to roll their eyes.
A figure stepped into view at the top of the ramp. He wore black jeans, a black long sleeved button-up shirt, with a blood red tie.
Mal smirked down at the two teams, the camera zooming into his head.
Mike's Mind
Mike screamed again, facing another horrible memory on the theater screen in front of him.
His wrists and legs were sore. He couldn't move.
Finally, the projector emitted light again, showing a flashback that Mike had to look at.
It was a memory. A memory of how Mike first developed his multiple personality, and the most evil one of them all.
Mal.
A slightly younger Mike wearing a yellow shirt and partially ripped jeans scrubbed his kitchen sink. He had to do all the chores as his mother was nearly always at work, but when she was home, she was a witch.
His father, on the other hand, was probably the worst person he ever met. Mike's father abused him for the fun of it. Though, Mike could never do anything about it as his father was a cop, or at least, he thought he couldn't do anything about it.
Mike's father entered the kitchen. He had brown hair, graying at the sides. He was an overweight man, wearing a black shirt with stains on its front, black pants and jeans.
The man needed a shave badly, but he refused. His hairs growing in random spots on his face. He may have been attractive in the past, but by no means was he now.
Mike's father strolled into the kitchen, a beer bottle in his hand.
"You done there, Michael?" He asked lazily. Mike remembered harshly that his parents rarely ever called him 'Mike'.
"Yeah, dad." Mike replied, struggling with a stain on the counter. "Almost." He spoke.
"Almost?" His dad asked, taking a step near Mike, spinning Mike around to face him. "I have friends coming over. I would like this place to be sparkly clean." He commanded. Mike could smell the liquor on him as he leaned in.
"A little help would be nice." Mike told him.
Mike's dad leaned back, standing up straight, looking Mike in the eye.
"You want some help, eh?" He asked, nodding slowly. "Fine."
Mike slowly turned his attention back to the counter, but was caught off guard when he felt a grip tighten around his head, and shove him down onto the counter. Within seconds, he collapsed to the ground, and blacked out.
The last thing he heard was his father laughing hysterically.
When he woke up, he was standing up, and found himself over his father's form, lying on the floor, with a bloodied knife on the floor.
Mike's dad rolled over, blood dripping from his mouth, and cuts along his face and arms.
Mike heard a scream and looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway. She had her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with fear.
"What the fuck did you do!?" She shrieked.
Mike backed away, completely fearful as both his mother and father stared at him, one with fear and anger, and the other with confusion and anger.
What did he do?
The projector slowly turned to black, leaving Mike looking at the screen. He was forced to relive the moment Mal was created, and the way he was sent to juvie, where Mal took over for months, and months.
Mike leaned back into his chair, as far as possible. He didn't want Mal to torment him anymore. He promised himself something.
He promised that he would get out of this theater.
The contestants boarded the zeppelin. The four remaining Villains stayed with each other, as did the Heroes, if they could still be called that.
Inside the zeppelin was a similar layout to the Total Drama Jumbo-Jet from season three. One long bench on one side of the wall, and another bench on the other. Two doors are on the walls opposite of each other, across the hall.
"Welcome aboard the Mobile McLean Command Center 2.0.!" Chris announced. "You're challenges take place in those rooms!" He pointed at the two doors. The door on the left of the hall had the Heroic Hamsters logo above the door, and the other door to the right had the Villainous Vultures logo.
The host chuckles sadistically. "This is gonna be awesome!"
Chef walks off-screen to the cockpit of the zeppelin, and begins to take flight on a circular path around the island for the entire challenge.
"Begin!" Chris shouted, blowing the air horn.
The contestants ran into the rooms, and the door shut behind them.
Challenge - Villains
The room had a red carpet at the center, and a similar layout of the TDWT first class, only without the chairs/recliners in the room. A clipboard lied on the counter, and a pale hand reached for it.
"What's this?" Gwen asked, scanning over the clipboard.
"Instructions?" Courtney noted, looking over Gwen's shoulder.
"Yeah, well, if we don't get any sort of idea of what our challenge is, I'm outta here." Scott complained, crossing his arms.
"Knowing Chris, he shut that door with no way for us getting out of here." Trent replied, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, the compartment above opened, and a pale body fell to the floor, wearing a blue shirt.
Scott let out a scream of panic, while the veteran contestants just looked at the body lamely.
"It's just the dead body Chris used from season two." Courtney rolled her eyes.
Gwen looked back over the clipboard. "Guys, this is our challenge."
"Sorry?" Trent asked, now confused.
"The instructions say to find out which one of the contestants killed him, using what weapon, and in what room of the zeppelin." Gwen read off, carefully trying not to leave out any important details.
Trent elbowed the wall and a briefcase fell out of the compartment. All four of them eyed it, lying on the ground.
"Oh yeah, I am outta here." Scott declared, spinning on his heel, and started towards the exit.
Courtney quickly grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face her.
"You are going to help us, or so help me God that you will be sitting in the giant toilet tonight, and drown on your way out of this place." The former CIT threatened.
"Yes ma'am." Scott whimpered.
Confessional: Scott
"Pfft, who does she think she is? Bossing me around? I can tell all of you right now that she will regret it."
The Hero room was practically the same as the Villain room. The only difference was that the Hero's had a gold carpet instead of the red one.
Zoey picked up a briefcase and attempted to open it, only for it to not budge at all. "It's not opening. Does anyone have any other ideas?" Zoey asked, standing up.
Duncan reached into his pocket, and realized that he didn't have his knife anymore. He groaned in annoyance.
"Lightning to the rescue!" Lightning shouted, swiping the briefcase from Zoey, and proceeding to tear it open with his hands. "Sha-bam!"
The briefcase snapped open, an unloaded revolver falling to the floor.
Sierra picked up the revolver cautiously, examining it, before gasping with surprise. "The revolver Chris uses from episode thirty-one of Action!" She exclaims.
Zoey glances down at the clipboard again. She flips the page, showing a map of the zeppelin. "You guys! Look!" She exclaims, pointing at the map. "There's a map! Maybe we can find the clues in those areas."
Lightning grabs the clipboard and scans over it. "Ha! Lightning needs no map!" He stated, dropping the clipboard and running out of the door at the other end of the hallway.
Zoey picked the clipboard back up and glances at the others. "Maybe we should split into teams of two to find more clues? If that's okay with all of you." Zoey added the last part quickly.
Sierra glared at Duncan, who glared back. Mal wraps his arm around Duncan's shoulder. "C'mon, Duncan. What could possibly happen, hm?" He asks, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "Don't you remember? Devil may care."
Duncan shivered at Mal's words as the two began to spin around, starting to walk away into the hall.
"Guess it's you and me!" Sierra exclaimed, wrapping her arm around Zoey's shoulder. "Girls night!" She cheered. Only then did she notices the strange look that Zoey was giving her, and she quickly let go. "Sorry."
Courtney was looking over the map as Scott stood in the hallway, looking left and right, contemplating which way to go.
Trent shoved past Scott. "I'm going alone." He told them, walking down the hall to the right. Gwen and Courtney walked over to Scott, and started down the left side.
"Which way is this?" Gwen asked her friend. Courtney looked back at the clipboard before answering. "It should be the lounge. One of them, anyway." She shrugged.
"Back on the farm, we didn't have a lounge, but the barn did to nicely at times. It was always fun chasing around the pigs with a bat." Scott told them, smiling at the memories.
Gwen and Courtney exchanged disgusted glances.
Confessional: Courtney
"Scott and Trent," she started, crossing her legs. "Both of them are potential threats to my game, and I can assure you that neither of them will leave this game with a million dollars. I'll even be fine if Gwen and I get into the finale together! But I will crush everyone else under my heel!"
The trio of Villains reached the lounge. Windows looked over the island below, and couches had been lined up facing each other, across the windows. There were chairs to sit in, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling. It looked as if it came from a five-star hotel.
Courtney stepped onto the white carpet first, and marveled at the sight of the lounge.
Gwen was the first to notice a candlestick with red tape surrounding it. "Is this another weapon?" She asked her two teammates.
"Yeah, looks like it." Courtney commented, walking over and picking up the candlestick.
"How are we supposed to find a killer from a candlestick?" Scott asked, looking at said weapon, eyebrow raised.
Suddenly, the lights shut off, and blinds fell over the windows.
"What's that?" Courtney asked in confusion, feeling around.
Gwen clutched the candlestick close to her chest, ready to try and swing at somebody if she felt something.
Scott let out a scream of terror when he felt a hand grab his ankle, making him collapse, and was suddenly dragged out of the room, screaming.
"Scott!?" Gwen and Courtney yelled in unison.
The lights flickered back to life, showing the room in the same state it was left in, except that the windows were still covered. Scott was missing, as well.
The screen paused, and Chris was seen watching this on a monitor from in the cockpit next to Chef.
"Yeah, I may have forgotten to tell them that a killer is hunting them down." The host chuckled. "Who is gonna survive? You'll just have to watch and realize when we return on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
Commercial break.
Mal slammed Duncan into the bathroom wall, holding his head against the wall. It brought back bad memories for Duncan.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Duncan?" Mal asked, holding his head against the wall.
"Go to Hell." Duncan spat.
"I've been there." Mal replied, bringing his knife to Duncan's throat. "I just have a request." Mal told him.
"Don't care." Duncan replied, trying to wiggle free.
"You'll just have to hear me." Mal pressed. "If we lose this challenge, you'll be heading home." He told the delinquent.
"Why would I go home? They would vote for you!"
"They would vote you out as Zoey wouldn't want me gone. No, she would want to save her previous Mike. And so the only options for her would be you, and Lightning, and after yesterday, you'll be the one getting the flush."
"Why are you telling me this?" Duncan asked, giving up on trying to free himself.
"Because I need insurance." Was the reply. "Plain and simple."
Duncan thought for a moment. He started to remember his time in juvie.
Flashback
Duncan walked down the stairs to the tables. It was his first day here, at this place.
Only a few people were talking with each other, and others watched as Duncan sat down at one of the tables. One of them was a big guy with curly hair, and a full-grown beard. Caucasian. He looked a few years older than Duncan.
"Hey, new kid." He spoke, sitting down next to Duncan.
"What do you want?" Duncan asked, not looking at the man.
"Name's Reggie." He spoke, and nodded towards to someone about the same age as Duncan. "That's my brother, Ulysses."
"I don't care." Duncan told him, rolling his eyes.
"You should." Reggie replied simply. "In a place like this, you need a few friends."
"Friends?" Duncan scoffs, turning towards Reggie. "I can get by on my own."
Reggie shook his head. "You're stubborn. I was like that when I was locked up in here."
That caught Duncan's attention. "I'll ask again, what do you want?"
"I'm just here to let you off on something." Reggie turned around slowly, facing a tanned boy at the other end of the room. He sat alone. As if people were to scared to.
"That's Mal." Reggie spoke.
"That short for Malcolm?" Duncan asked.
"Don't know. Just stay away from that guy. Rumor has it that he almost chopped up his dad." Reggie told him, starting to walk back over to his brother.
"I'll keep that in mind." Duncan muttered quietly, looking over at Mal with intrigue.
Duncan regretted the day he confronted Mal for the first time in the restroom.
At the time, Mal had been washing his hands, whistling a tune that Duncan heard before, but couldn't place.
"Mal, huh? Is that short for Malcolm?" Duncan asked from the doorway as Mal dried his hands off.
"No." Mal replied, not looking up. "And you're Duncan?" Mal turned his head to face him. "Isn't that correct?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Duncan shrugged, uncaring. "Why are people so afraid of you?" Duncan asked, starting over to Mal.
"Because they're smart to be." Mal replied, throwing away the paper towel he had been using.
"No. How are you so scary, noodle-arms?" Duncan asked, now pushing Mal backwards.
Just as Duncan shoved Mal a second time, he felt something around his leg, tripping him.
Mal grabbed the side of Duncan's head, and slammed him into the mirror, cracking it. "You'll see why, I promise you, Duncan." Mal whispered into his ear, bringing his head down, smashing it into the sink, and effectively cracking a part of it.
"Devil may care."
Those words ringed in Duncan's ears as Mal left the restroom. He remembered Reggie finding him on the floor, and he helped him up and helped him into the medical center.
Over the next few days, Duncan hung around with Reggie and Ulysses. He became fast friends with both of them, and steered way clear of Mal since.
However, on one fateful night, Duncan was on his way to his dorm. His roommate was Reggie, but Reggie had been sick this week so he had been making it back to the dorm earlier than usual.
This night, however, Duncan opened the door and saw Reggie, two feet off the ground, a belt tied around his neck.
It was deemed a suicide, but whenever Duncan looked across the hall, he saw Mal looking at his window, smirking, before closing the curtains.
Duncan wasn't the best comforter, but he did it to Ulysses, and he would probably consider him his best friend.
Reggie didn't deserve to go out like that. No one did.
End Flashback
Just as the flashback ended, he lost consciousness and fell to the floor. Mal slipped his knife back in his pocket, and walked away, whistling "In the Hall of the Mountain King".
Lightning skid into the kitchen. A note was left on the counter, next to a slightly open drawer.
"Aw, yeah! Sha-Lightning!" The jock flexed, kissing his biceps.
Once the jock finished, he smiled cockily and strut to the note, but as he reached for it, he heard footsteps.
Narrowing his eyes, he spun around, just in time to see Jack the Ripper, holding a knife, lunge at him.
Trent opened the note in the kitchen. "'The killer has no 's' or 't' in their name'" he read. His eyes wandered over to the drawer, and opened it.
Inside the drawer was a small line of piano wire.
It was at that moment that Gwen and Courtney rushed in, both of them looking spooked.
"We lost Scott." Gwen told him, just above a whisper. Trent just shrugged. "Wasn't like he was very useful." He told them, holding out the note.
"The killer has no 's' or 't' in their name." The musician told them. Courtney took a pencil from the clipboard she had been holding and flipped the page over, and began writing on it.
"So that rules out me, Scott, you," she gestured toward Trent, "Lightning, and Sierra." Courtney crossed out the names. "That leaves Zoey, Mal, or Mike, Duncan, or you, left." Courtney spoke, glancing at Gwen.
"I also found this." Trent spoke up, holding up the piano wire.
"Piano wire?" Courtney asked, eyebrow raised. Trent just shrugged as a response.
"Let's head back." Gwen told them. They nodded, and started back towards where the body dummy of Chris was.
Sierra gasped as she held a protein scoop on the kitchen floor. "Lightning would never go anywhere without this!" She nearly shouted, holding the scoop.
"Oh, I hope he's okay." Zoey said, worriedly. They spotted the note on the counter and picked it up.
Sierra read it as they left, failing to notice the barely open drawer.
As they walked down the hallway, they spotted Mal holding a candlestick in the lounge. Sierra growled while Zoey narrowed her eyes.
"What are you up to, Mal?" Zoey asked crossing her arms.
"Nothing." Mal replied simply, holding the candlestick out in front of him. "I found another weapon."
"Good for you." Sierra said through gritted teeth.
Zoey finally had to ask him something.
"Where's Mike!?" She almost screamed. Mal's smirk grew wider.
"He's going through the worst kind of torment." Mal told them, tapping his head with his index finger.
Zoey gasped. "What are you doing?" She asked him, just above a whisper.
"If Mike ever comes back, which he won't, he won't ever be the same man again." The malevolent personality smiled wickedly.
Zoey screamed, running for Mal, and kicking his chest, sending him over one of the tables.
Just as Mal banged against the ground, the camera zooms into his head.
Mike's Mind
The hit that Zoey did to Mal caused the chair cuffs to unlock, just enough time for Mike to stand up quickly, freeing himself.
Mike looked around the theater room, trying to keep his eyes off the screen. Mal already made him go through enough psychological torment, he didn't need any more.
At the side of the room was a double door, and Mike felt the need to sprint towards it and get out of this horrible prison.
He pushed the door open, and saw a nice patterned carpet. As Mike stepped onto the carpet, the door shut behind him, and burst into flames, disintegrating it.
He was in a cabin, it seemed. One that his grandparents owned. They were the only ones to fully understand him, and were nice to him. They criticized Mike's father and mother for how they treated him, to the point of where they would just stop going to visit.
Mike smiled, looking out into the window was the forest that he was familiar with.
He had almost failed to notice the moving rocking chair in the corner. Mike turned slowly to see who it was, and broke out with relief, smiling.
"Chester!"
Instead of a nice greeting, Chester hit Mike in the head with his cane. "What're you doing here?" He asked.
"I'm getting control of my mind! We gotta go!" Mike told Chester.
"Who, from Mal? Oh, Mike, you'll never get your mind back from him."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Chester, I thought you would be glad to see me here...where is here, anyway?" Mike asked him, looking around the cabin.
"Mal invented these rooms if you got out of whatever it was you were in before." Chester told him nonchalantly.
"What, Chester!?" Mike nearly yelled, now panicking.
"Ow, what, that was in my ear." Chester complained, holding his ear.
"We can't let Mal win! We have to take control of my mind!" Mike told him, gripping him by the shoulders.
Chester sighed. "Fine, I'm with ya, Mike!"
"Alright!" Mike cheered. Just as he was about to open the set of doors on the opposite side of the room, the television flashed to static, and then to a memory.
Mike couldn't help but look at the memory, and so both him and Chester watched it.
Mike was reading a magazine on a chair while his grandfather worked on the engine of a car. He was mechanic, Mike had completely forgotten about that.
"If I could, I would take you into my care, Mike, honestly." He heard his grandpa say.
Mike remembered parts of this memory. He remembered he had been frustrated with his grandpa for not being able to do anything about his father and mother.
"Thank you." Mike managed, just above a whisper.
"It hurts me to see you this way." He told Mike, pulling the wrench back.
At that moment, something broke.
At that moment, Mike and his grandfather knew that something was wrong.
At that moment, the car lift snapped.
It all happened so quickly, Mike wasn't sure if it even happened at all. The car lift snapped, and the car it had been supporting fell, and crushed the old man that was lying under it.
Mike decided the look away from the screen. There was a reason he forced these memories to the back of his head, forever.
He cleared his throat, and looked to Chester, who hadn't taken his eyes off the screen.
"Let's go." He managed.
Mike pushed the door open, and the two walked into the next room, and just as soon as the door closed, it burst into flames.
Mal stood up slowly. Zoey swung her leg at Mal, only for him to catch it, and bring his fist to her neck, letting her fall onto the table.
Sierra made a move to stop the battle, but she herself was stopped when Mal pulled out his knife, and put it to Zoey's neck.
"Mike, is gone. And he is never coming back." He told her.
Mal released the pressure against her with the knife and walked past Sierra, leaving the room.
Down the hallway, Mal pocketed his knife, and a tranquilizer dart suddenly shot into his neck.
The malevolent personality touched the dart, and fell to the floor, into unconsciousness as Jack the Ripper walked over, and dragged his body away.
Gwen, Courtney, and Trent looked over the three weapons they had: a revolver, a candlestick, and a piano wire.
Courtney and Gwen looked over the notes as Trent paced the room.
"The instructions say that we all have one guess only." Courtney told her teammates.
Gwen glanced at the speaker next to the door. That was where they were to announce the answer.
"We barely have anything." Trent spoke, thinking over the people who could have 'killed' Chris.
"There are three rooms." Courtney counted. "The lounge, kitchen, and living rooms." She counted off.
"There is no gunshot on the body, so that rules out the pistol." Gwen told them, tossing the unloaded revolver away.
"Nor is there any blood force trauma, it looks like." Trent spoke, squatting down next to the body, and looking at the head.
"Of course, Chris wouldn't risk to harm his face." Courtney muttered, grabbing the piano wire.
"Okay, so that's the weapon, but where's the room?" Gwen asked.
"We found the piano wire in the kitchen." Trent noted, shrugging.
"Then he must have been murdered in the kitchen." Gwen nodded, now seeming excited.
"But that doesn't tell us who did it." Courtney spoke, looking over the names.
Gwen gasped, looking at the names. "I know what it is!" She announced, rushing over to the speaker.
"What?" Courtney and Trent asked in unison.
Before they could stop her Gwen pressed the button on the speaker. "Chris, I have the answer." She announced.
"Go on." Chris replied through the speaker.
Jack the Ripper entered the room from behind, and slowly walked towards Courtney and Trent.
"The murder was in the kitchen…" Gwen started.
The killer grabbed Courtney, covering her mouth, as Trent took a step towards Gwen, letting Courtney fall out of his eyesight.
"Using the piano wire…" Gwen continued.
Jack the Ripper grabbed the candlestick and hit Trent in the ribs with it, knocking him over. Gwen spun around to face the killer, just as he was approaching her.
"And the killer was me!" Gwen shouted.
There was a pause. Jack the Ripper had his arm extended, reading to strike Gwen. Finally, Chris spoke again.
"That is correct!"
Chris began to speak through the zeppelin intercom. "The Villainous Vultures win!"
The Ripper dropped the candlestick, and pulled off his hat, revealing the former competitor, Justin.
"Justin!?" The three Villains exclaimed in unison.
Justin just gave his signature smile.
That night, the Heroes filed in. The four remaining Villains thought that it was either Mal or Duncan that were going to be gone.
"Welcome back, Heroes. It's time to send one of you down the drain." Chris told the Heroes.
All of them made their vote, and slowly returned.
No one said anything.
Confessional: Sierra
"See you never, girlfriend breaker." Sierra snarled, crossing out Duncan's photo.
Confessional: Zoey
Zoey sighed, crossing out Duncan's photo.
Confessional: Duncan
Duncan scowls at Sierra's photo, and crosses her out.
Confessional: Mal
Mal grins evilly as he crosses out Sierra's photo.
Confessional: Lightning
Lightning crosses out a photo, not revealing it to the audience.
"Well, this is an interesting vote." Chris spoke as Chef handed him the plate of marshmallows. "The following people are safe...Zoey, Lightning, Mal."
The Villains gasped at the outcome. Duncan and Sierra were the only contestants left without a marshmallow. Gwen and Courtney glared at Duncan, while Scott and Trent didn't seem to care about either one of them leaving.
"And tonight's loser is…" the host trailed off, letting the tension grow even further.
"Sierra!"
Duncan let out a fit of laughter as he caught the final marshmallow.
"What?" Zoey asked, standing up.
"Yup, three votes for Sierra!" Chris told them, showing the Sierra crossed-out photo.
"Are you kidding!?" Gwen yelled, standing up.
"I agree, how is Sierra going?" Courtney asked. Sierra nodded, herself also confused.
Mal just smirked evilly at the other contestants' puzzlement.
Confessional: Mal
"It was so easy to manipulate Lightning. Now that Zoey has no ally, I'll be able to destroy her, piece by piece."
Sierra floated in the bowl. Zoey, Gwen, and Courtney were the only ones to see her off.
"Say hi to Cody for me!" Gwen told the super fan.
"I wish you didn't have to go." Zoey told Sierra.
"I wish I didn't either, Zoey." Sierra replied.
Before anyone could say any more, Chris pressed the button, flushing Sierra.
The host turned to the camera. "And just like that, eight players remain! Who's next to go down the drain? Find out next time on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"