Duncan's POV
As I'm falling to the ground, the only thing that I keep thinking about is that I am going to die. This is how I'm going to die; falling out of a plane in Egypt and scarabs are going to eat on my flesh and leave me a pile of bones. Finally, after too many minutes have passed, my parachute opens up and I slowly float in the air.
"Oh, there is a God..." I look up in the air. "Thank you for doing me a solid big man!" I smirk as I see the ground getting closer and this time, I'm not hurdling towards it going 30 miles per hour. I feel like a huge weight has been taken off my shoulders now that I am far away from that plane...but the sigh that escapes my lips says otherwise.
"Why do I still feel so guilty for leaving Gwen there to fend for herself...I know she's a badass, but I won't be there for her..." My eyes snap open a bit. "Or Courtney...why did I only think about Gwen at first...? Why am I more worried about her than my...well...I guess ex-girlfriend now." I look around, I'm still pretty high up in the air.
"This doesn't go as fast as the movies make it seem..." I think to myself as I'm slowly floating to the ground. Really...this isn't so bad. Out here on my own floating down to Earth slowly after getting pushed out of a metal death trap and being forced to sing on international television has its perks, I guess.
"But how the Hell am I going to get home?" I ponder out loud. I groan in annoyance; I really didn't think this through..." I sigh again. I never think things through until I'm in a situation, it happens a lot more than I ever realized or cared to understand; but something about leaving now just does not feel right anymore. I let my anger get the better of me...again. I know I should be more guilty about leaving Courtney behind...we've been together for almost three years now...granted off and on the whole time. So why is it I'm mostly feeling guilt knowing I hurt Gwen.
"I'm a fucking moron!" I shout out loud to absolutely no one.
Now I'm extremely upset. If Chris would have just not made me sing a second time I'd still be there. I'd still be with Gwen...and Courtney!
"Stupid old Chris and his stupid old-agh!" I glare down as I'm plummeting to the ground. "He is so dead when I see him next! Downside of quitting, no more million, no more lady action, but the upside I'm off that armpit of a show, and I got out with my dignity intact!" I finally pull on the cord and close my eyes just hoping the producers gave us working parachutes; to my surprise they did. I open my eyes and see how I'm about to crash into a tree. "Huh? No no Goddamn fuck-" I bounce against the tree limbs and damn does it hurt. I end up upside down and see how many angry scarab beetles surround the tree and I sigh. "Just my luck...how the hell am I going to make it out of here without dying..." As if the shitty producers heard me, a cloud of a greenish yellow bullshit forms all around me and the scarabs flee. I see one of Chris' intern laggies come by riding a four-wheeler.
"Duncan dude. Cut yourself loose." I roll my eyes. I'm not going because I need Chris' help...but I also am sick and tired of Egypt. I grab my knife out of my pocket and cut the strings and flip myself around and land on the ATV. "Fine...I'm ready to go to my actual ride home." I cross my arms and hold onto the back of the ATV because there is no way in hell, I'm holding onto anything else. The Intern drives us out of the desert. I've been voted off before; this intern is being quiet...too quiet. Considering I'm an ex juvenile delinquent; I'm very perceptive of people. His palms are sweaty, he is looking straight ahead, and the bead of sweat rolling down his temple has absolutely nothing to do with how hot it outside. Also, I just know this show...and its sadistic host; something is up.
"So... intern guy. I'm getting on a plane and leaving right?"
"Yeah, we're getting on a plane and leaving Egypt." The intern answers.
"Cool." I say shrugging. "I'm so ready to go home" I look at his reaction and the gulp in his throat sure makes it seem pretty obvious that he is hiding something from me, and I don't like it.
He drives to the area where the pyramids were at and sees there's a car there to pick him up. The intern gets off the ATV and I do the same.
"Ok, the driver is here to drive you to the airport." I stare at the intern for a moment and study his face...he seems to be telling the truth about that I am about to go to the airport, maybe I'm just being paranoid. I shrug and get into the car and watch as the pyramids start to fade into the distance, and I sit back and relax. "Thank God I finally get to go home and sleep in a bed" I say out loud putting my hands behind my head and relaxing into the seat. The drive is actually quiet and peaceful. For the first time in about three years no cameras are pushed into my face, no one telling me what to do or how to act, especially no more incessive nagging from my uptight girlfriend...well ex-girlfriend. I enjoy the quiet for about five minutes when I realize all I have to keep me company are my own thoughts and that's what's always gotten me into trouble.
"I sure wish Gwen was here to talk to me..." I shake my head wondering why the hell that thought popped into my head. Sure, she's my best friend and I always enjoy it when we have our talks but it's not like I'm going to be able to talk to her until she either gets voted off or wins the damn thing. Which could be months with how her track record is. That thought alone is enough to make me feel like I got punched in the gut. I stare out the window for the rest of the ride feeling both guilt and sorry for myself. It takes about 35 minutes to get to the airport and once we get to a parking spot I get out. "Thank God...Canada here I come!" I'm more than ready to get out of Egypt...Egypt sucked ass and ruined my friendship...no relationship! That's what I should be focused on...I sigh and walk up to the doors and see security all standing by the door; now as an ex-Juvie I know that's never a good sign. Suddenly a TV drops out of nowhere and Chris' smug ass face shows up. How the Hell does he have so many goddamn connections to pull all of his little stunts of
"Hellooo Duncan." Chris says smirking at the very confused punk.
"What the Hell do you want Chris? I'm fixing to go home!" I say clenching my fists. I notice the security inching closer to me and I do not trust the law one bit.
"Well...about that..." Chris starts. "The fans went wild for your love triangle drama with Gwen and Courtney and the views and media coverage went through the roof and the producers want you back pronto, so my friends here are going to make sure you arrive to us in Japan!" I am pissed.
"There is no way in Hell I'm going to let you profit off of my personal life any more than I already have!" I growl at the host. "This is bullshit I quit!"
"Yeah well...I'm not giving you a choice this time around." Chris snaps his fingers and the TV slides up back into the ceiling and the security starts to surround me.
"Oh, he wants to take me by force...then come and get it coppers!" I yell as I give them the come and get me hand motion. I easily dodge their grabs and jump over two of them knocking their heads together. I take off running...grabbing a random bystanders hoodie as I'm running and throw it on me to hide my hair and face the best that I can. I put my hand in the pockets and feel a piece of paper. It's a ticket to London...it might not be a ticket home but it's a ticket the hell out of here. I see more security run over to where I left a pile of douchebags and see a few spot me.
"There he is! Get him!" I take off running again, panting and I take a sharp left into the luggage claim hiding behind a giant stack. I peek out seeing if they moved on and they did, I lost them again. I look at the ticket and see terminal twelve is where I need to be. I'm at terminal nine so I need to book it and book it quickly. I only have about a five-minute window before I miss my one and only lifeline to not go back onto total drama hell hole. I glance around and keep the hood up around my hair and glare at anyone who is looking at me funny. I make it just in time and board the plane. I see the security running outside and looking for where I ended up and I sigh and slump into my seat and buckle up as the plane takes off. My heart is beating out of my chest; sweat is pouring from my forehead. The last thing I should be thinking about right now is how impressed Gwen would have been. But here I am thinking about it. I sigh and look out the window.
"I have no luggage...no passport...no money and not a friend in the world that is in London. Duncan, you really got yourself into a mess this time."
Gwen's POV
Chris brought everyone into the cafeteria to make an announcement.
"Well...we were going to bring Duncan back to the show." I immediately perk up and smile and so does Courtney who immediately glares in my direction, so I cough and try to get my face back to a neutral state.
"However, the delinquent seems to have somehow managed to outmaneuver the airports whole security team and has now disappeared to God knows where." Chris says very annoyed and both Courtney and I gasp.
"What does that mean?!" Courtney's shrill voice bounces off this aluminum death trap and I instantly got a headache. Chris also puts his hands over his ears and glares at Courtney.
"It means we have no idea what plane he got on or where he is located...but good thing is we are going all around the world, and I have my people looking for him. So, at any point in the competition you see him; whatever team brings me Duncan will automatically win the challenge no questions asked." I raise my eyebrow up at Chris.
"Why do you want him back so much? You really didn't seem to care he quit." Chris smirks at me and I don't like it.
"The ratings from your threes little argument sent ratings through the roof! We need him back here to pit you two girlies against each other. The audience is eating it up." For probably the first time in Total drama history...Courtney and I agreed on something.
"That is so not cool!" Courtney says throwing her arms up. "You just want him back for a cat fight?!" I also stand up and shake my head.
"This is wrong on so many levels...you really think pitting his girlfriend up against his best friend like this is okay for our sanity? Our dignity?" Courtney looks over at me.
"For the first time...I agree with her." Courtney walks off and so do I. Courtney stay in first class, but I head deeper into the plane to the cargo hold and sit down on the ground and feel tears stinging my eyes.
"Duncan's missing...they were going to bring him back just to fuck with my feelings...and Courtney's feelings. I hate the bitch I do but this is a new a low for the production of this show." I groan and put my head in my hands. "How much of a hypocrite do I sound like? I can't even keep my feelings for Duncan in check in turn also hurting Courtney. I never meant for things to end up like this...to end up so messy...what do I do now?"