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The fabulous host was on the wooden dock in a lawn chair, preparing to introduce the episode with a flashy grin, and greased black hair.
He immediately tossed away the previously eliminated camper's "comic books" as to not be caught reading such obscene material.
He cleared his voice and spoke, "Uh, last time on Total! Drama! Island! Our campers went on a little canoeing trip to the ever-so-ominous-and-mischievous Boney Island!"
The camera flashed from Harold and Duncan arguing in their canoe to Geoff and Tyler arriving on Boney Island.
"On the island, our campers had to venture through fierce, dense jungle, where they saw predatory Candian Bone Geese and quicksand!"
The camera flashed once more from Justin sinking in quicksand at torso level to Duncan using a branch to kill a Canadian Bone Geese from picking Sadie up, up, and away like a pitiful balloon.
"Once at the campfire site, their main objective for yesterday's challenge, the Killer Bass were able to light their fire earlier from Duncan's lighter and Tyler's blunder!"
The flashback turned from the Killer Bass's campfire blazing as Tyler tossed their oars into it. Harold attempted to salvage them to no avail.
"Fortunately for the Bass and Tyler especially, he was able to push his team's canoes back to shore first, earning them a victory!"
The camera buzzed forward to the jock swimming across the lake, pushing his team's canoes with his super strong fingers until they crashed on the main island's shore.
"This meant one would be going up away to the afterlife for the Gophers, and that victim was Cody, who was framed by Heather and Noah's scheme of having Katie accuse him of stealing her bra, when, in fact, he did not. Damn, that's a mouthful…"
The camera flashed from Katie shoving Cody off the Gopher boy's porch, running away with guilty tears in her eyes. It switched once more to LeShawna giving the poor brunette a vicious punch in the gut and face.
"This, of course, led to Cody's downfall! Into a shredding meat grinder! Cody really does have a tiny sausage… well, more like is a lot of tiny sausages!"
The camera flashed to a gruesome image of flesh and bone spewing out of the end of a murderous metallic meat grinder. Small bits of hair and clothing could be seen mixed with the bloody meat as it sludged out of the end and onto the grassy ground.
"Well, that's all in the past now! And you can buy your Cody sausages today for $399.99 for all your culinary needs: Sandwiches, burgers, tacos, whatever! But now's the time for you all to see what happens next. Who will be the hunters? And who will become the hunted? Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
Beth twisted and tossed in her bed, thinking of the prior night, when Cody was framed and slaughtered, she just knew that he was framed.
Flashback:
Cody and Beth were sitting on the rocks by the shore. They had already been pronounced as the losers of the challenge and were anticipating one of their teammates' elimination.
They had arrived back at shore where they were reinformed by Chris mere minutes ago, and had to bring their boats right outside the boathouse, where nobody dared to enter after Duncan had last entered.
The dork stared out in the distant blue waves of the lake. A boat with armed interns was cruising around the island far of into the distance.
Cody cleared his voice and turned to the Wannabe.
"So… I guess it's pretty surprising that we still lost when the other team burned their oars, huh?" The dork spoke awkwardly.
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that… I guess we're just going to have to try to vote off Heather again, huh? We can probably try to convince Noah, Justin, or Katie to do so, guaranteeing her… you know…"
Beth shuddered at the thought, sure, she did not like Heather's huge ego or bitchy attitude, but she still didn't enjoy the thought of anyone being executed on the forsaken island.
The tech geek cleared his voice again.
"Listen, Beth, I just want to reiterate that I'm sorry for the way I acted when I first got here. I was nervous and I guess my… instincts just sorta took over…"
The short girl nodded.
"But, I promise that I'll try to change. Trent's advice really convinced me and as his… sorta last wishes… I want to at least fulfill them."
Beth smiled.
"That's good to hear, Cody, that's good to hear…"
Flashbacking forward more to Cody's agonizing screams as he was ripped apart within the horrifying machine.
Beth nearly shat herself at the painfulness of Cody's death, but from the talk she had with him earlier, she highly doubted that he'd do such a thing…
End Flashback
Beth looked across the room, Katie had been sleeping above Heather's bed with a frowning face. The wannabe narrowed her sleepy eyes at her with skepticism of the BFFFL.
Across the dusty cabin room, LeShawna had opened her eyes after a night's worth of sleep.
The loud-mouthed homegirl had dreamt about Cody's lustful nature. He had betrayed her and Gwen's trust and he got what he deserved…
Even if she, like everyone else on the island, didn't like seeing her fellow teenagers die so excruciatingly, it was better a perverted traitor than anybody else, especially her.
The loudspeaker ringed, alarming all the campers to wake up and prepare for the next challenge.
Heather popped out of the bed next to LeShawna and yawned. As she stretched she looked over to the ghetto girl getting out of her bed. She was about to snark a witty comment at LeShawna.
"Save it, Skinny girl, we have a challenge to win today. I ain't gonna waste my morning arguing with your lazy ass."
The mean girl scoffed. "Whatever you say, dead meat."
From above Heather's bed, Katie jumped down.
The Malaysian BFFFL grabbed a pair of clothes from her drawer before exiting the cabin without a word. She had noticed that the mousy wannabe was giving her sly, intimidating glares as she wandered around the cabin, but pretended to not notice the eyes pressuring her.
(Confessional: Beth)
Beth leaned against the confessional with newfound confidence.
"I don't trust Katie after yesterday, even if LeShawna and Gwen call me 'naive' for thinking Cody didn't do it, I just know that he didn't, and there's also something fishy about Noah too… I highly doubt that he tried to convince anyone to vote off Katie…"
(End Confessional: Beth)
(Confessional: Katie)
The twiggy girl sighed as she sat on the toilet, ignoring the stench of her vomit from the day before lingering in the toilet below.
"I feel… so awful about yesterday… I caused Cody's death, it was all me… but I did it so that me and Sadie will live on… does that make me a horrible person?"
(End Confessional: Katie)
Duncan let out a stretch and yawn as he woke up. He climbed out of his top bunk and did ten push-ups on the ground to wake himself up.
He eyed Harold's clock. 7:57.
He scoffed. Somehow, it felt like he was always waking up just minutes before the loudspeaker alarmed.
The mohawked delinquent stood back up and shook a blonde camper awake.
"Come on, Geoffrey, it's another day. Let's get ready."
The party blonde muttered in his sleep.
"No, no, mom, I'm not drunk… I just had a few bottles… that's all…"
Duncan rolled his eyes and shook Geoff harder.
"Come on, man get up already."
This finally woke up the blonde.
"Alright, alright, I'm up, jeez." He wiped his forehead and grabbed his cowboy hat.
The party animal got out of his bed and stretched his tired limbs. Afterwards he tapped another camper awake.
"Hey, Tyler, bro, it's time to wake up."
The clumsy jock woke up with a yawn.
"Man, you would've been toast yesterday if you didn't clutch up with the canoes, you know that?" Duncan mentioned.
The jock nodded disparagingly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fully aware, I'm trying to make less stupid mistakes."
The juvie pointed at Tyler. "Don't try, do not make more mistakes. We can't afford to fail at all here. I got my eye on you."
"Damn, bro, no need to sound so harsh, my guy." Geoff put his arm around his green haired friend.
"Well excuse me for making sure our team is not destined for death. I'm keen on getting my ass out of here. Alive. As all of us here are, right Tyler?"
Tyler nervously nodded again. "Obviously."
Somehow, Harold had snoozed, snoring loudly through all of this, only to be waken up from his own underwear being thrown on his face.
"Dorkus, keep your dirty underwear off the floor. It's kinda disgusting." Duncan said while throwing the shit-stained clothing perfectly onto his face while rummaging through the drawer for his clothes.
Harold had woken up and peeled the small underwear off of his face.
"Ugh! Gross!"
"Keep your underwear off the floor, bro." Geoff reiterated.
"Uh, i- it's not mine, it's Ezekiel's." He quickly diverted.
The clumsy jock let out a little laugh. "Dude, it has your name stitched on the back, I'm your friend, but blaming Zeke's a low blow, man."
The dweeb groaned as he threw the dirty underwear to the other side of his bed.
"Yeah, yeah… anyways, I think we all knew who kicked the bucket after yesterday's fiasco…"
Geoff looked at him curiously. "Why would someone kick a bucket? That seems harsh to the bucketman, man."
He received a nudge from Duncan in response. "Kicking the bucket means someone died, dude."
"Oh."
Tyler sat back down in his bed. "I'm pretty sure it was that pervert boy. I'm blanking on his name though. Carson, I think?"
"It was Cody, I'm pretty sure." Harold corrected.
"Damn, my bad. Believe me, I hate it when people get my name wrong." Tyler responded.
"Well, rest in peace to him, but at least our team has the advantage now," Duncan mentioned while choosing out his pants.
"Not only by number's but also by strength. Sure, we may have lost Eva and DJ…" Duncan briefly thought about seeing DJ's haunting face back at the boathouse before getting his mind back on track.
"But we still have me, Geoff, and even Tyler, I guess."
Tyler shot the delinquent an offended look.
"Point is, we have strong dudes on our team, and even Courtney can be pretty strong sometimes…"
Harold let out a small snicker. "Looks like someone's getting it on before they die."
Geoff raised an eyebrow at him, thinking the dweeb was talking about him.
Duncan had heard Harold's little remark and turned to face him.
"Hey, that girl is one firecracker, and I'd smash her any day of the week, but I'd also smash her against the curb if it means getting myself out of here, I'm not stupid."
(Confessional: Duncan)
Duncan let out a little laugh as he sat against the abused confessional.
"I still stand by what I said back there. Courtney's hot, and if I die, what does it matter what I think? As long as I don't go around with my hand in my pants like that dork did yesterday."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
The gophers entered the mess hall, one by one. The Killer Bass had already gathered their breakfast from Chef: cooked 'deer' and green toast. Bridgette had given her share of the meat to Geoff, remarking that she was a vegetarian, to which Chef responded as 'foolish damned hippie attitude' before ranting about how he was a war veteran.
None of the Bass were surprised to see the tech geek absent from entering the mess hall.
After the tough, gruff cook gave his breakfast to the Gophers they sat down and silently ate their meal.
Beth's glares shined through her thick glasses and into the skinny, who looked down at her breakfast, trying to ignore her glances.
The party boy across the room at the Bass table broke the silence.
"So… you bros chose that short kid last night, huh?"
"Stupid kid should've kept it in his pants…" Duncan muttered quietly, only enough for a surfer chick next to him to hear.
A rough elbow nudge was gifted to his side in response by a disapproving Bridgette, who shook her head at the delinquent.
"Yup!" Heather half-heartedly nodded. "That kid was a pervert who should've learned control!"
The goth girl across the table scoffed. "For once, I think I agree with you."
"Same here," complimented LeShawna.
"I have my doubts…" Beth whispered while glaring at Katie, who shrunk away into her breakfast.
A proud cackle sounded as the host with the most entered the mess hall, more sadistic and sinful than the demonic Grendel entering a Danish mead hall.
"How are my fine final fifteen campers this morning? How do you feel knowing that each of you has at least a one in fifteen chance of surviving?" He observed the room to see multiple mixed opinions.
Duncan was the first one to voice his: "Honestly, I think our team has a pretty good chance if we keep steamrolling the other team."
"Don't be so cocky, Duncan," Courtney responded after swallowing her abnormal toast.
"Hey, us Bass are doing pretty alright so far considering the other team, we'd probably disintegrate the other team first before we'd start having to vote out the others."
Harold frowned at this. How could he just refer to him as just 'the others'?
Sadie also frowned at this news, she was upset at Katie for hurting her two nights prior, but she still was her best friend, someone who she loved more than anyone else in the whole world.
"Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you guys, you aren't fighting until one team disintegrates, at a random point in the competition, or when there is a satisfying amount of you dead."
Chris's emphasis on death caused an eerie shudder to go down the campers' spines.
"At that point, the teams will 'merge' meaning that there are no more teams and only at least one person each round will receive invincibility!"
Multiple campers gasped, except those who were already suspecting this.
"And you're just telling us this now? That seems like an important detail." Gwen criticized.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess it is, but whatever, better late than never, right?" Chris asked with a smile which nobody else shared. Not even Chef who handed him the iconic remote.
"When exactly will that happen, eh?" Ezekiel asked.
"That's for me to know and you to find out if you live long enough! But definitely very soon, that's for sure!" The psychopath beamed with sadistic excitement.
"Well, here's hoping we all get there, bros." Geoff toasted with an empty glass.
"That's not how it works, Geoffrey." Harold corrected.
"Oh, my bad."
"Also, at that point, the life idols will be officially in play. Two life idols, which will be your only way to escape besides winning, but remember: they're gonna be excruciatingly hard to find, so I won't be surprised if one or both of them won't be found at all!"
(Confessional: Gwen)
The Loner sighed as she thought of the legendary life idols. "Oh, how much I wished I had one of those… I know I'm not the strongest, so my best bet is to find one of those ASAP.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: Geoff)
The party blonde let out a hopeful cheer.
"Man, Bridge and I are so close! All we have to do is live long enough and try to find both of those life idols. Then, we'll be golden!"
(End Confessional: Geoff)
(Confessional: Sadie)
The chubby bestie let out a hopeful sigh.
"Okay… I'm… aware of the situation I'm in… but I'm not stupid anymore, I know that the best way for me and Katie to get out of here is by finding those life idols.
I'm at least… out of denial… so I hope my team notices me trying much more harder on these challenges… That way, I'm more likely to get to that merge thing Chris was talking about."
(End Confessional: Sadie)
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
The prairie boy gripped the cross necklace around his neck as he looked up at the lightbulb with flies buzzing around it.
"I dunno if I'll even make it to that merge thingy, eh, but if I do… I don't what to do if I do find that life statue… I've already accepted my fate, but if I do find one of those, what is God trying to tell me?"
Ezekiel continued sitting in silence as he looked up at the buzzing lights.
(End Confessional: Ezekiel)
Chris held up one of the anticipated life idols to the side whilst leaning back against the gruesome poster of DJ's bludgeoned body, with his remote in his other hand.
"But it's poster time!" Chris said quickly, he lowered the idol quickly into his pocket and pressed the shiny button on his remote. The idol he held up was directly in front of Cody's poster which switched to a distilled red tinge of a mixture of blood, flesh, and bones oozing out the small tube end of the metallic meat-grinding death trap.
The campers who had their eyes fixed on where the idol was were now met with the nasty implications of Cody's poster.
Members of the Killer Bass who weren't aware of how the tech geek had passed were quickly sickened by the image.
"Oh Gosh, that's horrifying!" Harold seethed.
"Yikes man, that must've been painful…" Tyler looked away at the floorboards quickly.
Bridgette said nothing but buried her head into Geoff's hugging arms.
A similar response of uneasiness came from the rest of the Bass as well.
"Well, campers, it will only keep getting more and more painful from here!" Chris sinisterly announced while toying with the remote playfully,
LeShawna sighed as she saw the poster of Cody's remainings.
"Damn pervert…" She muttered.
A certain wannabe finally had enough of slanderization against Cody and spoke out.
"Jesus, can we not speak ill of the dead, I swear, Cody wasn't that bad…" She tried to clear Cody's legacy to LeShawna to no avail.
"Look Beth, I like you. I think you're a pretty neat girl, I'd even consider you a friend if we weren't in this shithole and it's a damn shame that you're here on this island. But, god dammit, don't be acting so naive, Cody was a perverted fool and that's the truth." The black girl slammed her fist on the table to emphasize her point.
Justin and Noah looked up at LeShawna's rambling with her fist banging the table as Beth stood up to argue back.
"I just feel like he was changing, though I just know it. I have a feeling he was framed…" Beth whispered the last few parts so that only LeShawna could hear, glancing her mousy eyes at Katie and then Heather.
LeShawna raised an eyebrow at this, but before she could press Beth about the matter a whiny voice came questioning from across the room like a stray bullet.
"Hey, didn't LeShawna quite literally pummel Cody yesterday?" asked the prodigy, "I recall Eva doing the same to DJ, yet LeShawna hasn't received any form of punishment."
The aforementioned ghetto girl glared across the room right at the perfectionist who dared to remind the host of that forsaken rule. No other person seemed to have remembered it, meaning that Courtney brought it up for the sake of burdening the Gophers and more importantly, LeShawna.
Bridgette nudged Courtney in the side as a response.
"That's low, Court, you shouldn't have reminded that to Chris."
Courtney gave a sheepish sorry look to the ghetto girl who kept giving her a nasty look."
Chris groaned in response, "Ugh, I was hoping you'd all forget that. Well, A: Cody wasn't being voted off for having a broken nose, but his perverseness. B: I don't want to interfere with the game too much, game rules, you know? And, C: it was really funny to watch! So don't worry about your big friend getting the branding iron like it's the early 1800s!"
LeShawna's gratefulness for her safety greatly increased at the reiteration of the branding iron.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The loud-mouthed homegirl crossed her arms sassily, upset at Courtney's reiteration of the rules.
"That prodigy girl has some nerve. Acting like a Stickler for the rules, tryna get me branded with a fuckin' hot iron.
Speaking of which, I stand by what I said earlier, Chris is one fuckin' racist if he thinks he can brand the one black girl here.
He probably doesn't care anyways. Whatever, I'll just be thankful I ain't getting faulted for punching that pervert like he deserves…"
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
"Damned racist…" LeShawna muttered under her breath as she slumped back down into her stool.
"Hey, Chef's been hired here for years, now quit your yammering, and let's get a move onto the next challenge!"
Chris quickly unholstered his handgun and fired directly at the tables the victims were surrounding.
BANG BANG BANG
The campers quickly ducked for cover under the table as the bullets phased above them. Terror filled the quick-reflexed campers, endured by the cruelty of the camp.
When all was said and done the campers slowly got up, noting that nobody was shot and Chris was cackling.
"Hahaha! You should've seen the look on your faces!" Chris pointed at the campers as he howled with laughter.
Duncan, furious with the carelessness of the host strutted up towards him. "Give me one reason I shouldn't strangle you right now."
He winded his fist back to punch the host only to be held back by Chef.
"Well, besides the fact Chef was here to stop you, it's because I was shooting blanks! Today's challenge is hunting…"
The campers' eyes grew wide at the implications of them shooting their fellow teenagers.
"We can't shoot each other like savages! That's fucking crazy! None of us want to kill each other!" Courtney yelled with bewilderment.
"Pssh, relax!" Chris shrugged nonchalantly. "We're not stupid enough to give you guys armed weaponry! You're gonna use paintball guns to 'hunt' the opposite team's human targets! It ain't real hunting!"
Few of the campers sighed with relief at these news.
"Meet me over just south of the main camp, we'll hand you paintball guns and other gear there."
The camera flashed forward to Chris reading out of a notebook.
"Okay… let's see here… we have eight hunters hunting seven targets."
"Um, Chris, that's an uneven amount of people. One team would naturally have one extra target." Harold pointed out in his nasal voice.
"That team is yours, dweebo, now shut up before I even out the teams by shooting you, okay?"
The threat quickly shut Harold up.
"Let's see, so for the Bass, our hunters will be you, Harold, along with Sadie, Geoff, and Bridgette!"
A few interns handed the plastic guns to the four Bass as Bridgette looked indifferent.
"It isn't real, babe, you aren't hurting anybody at all," Geoff said to his girlfriend.
Bridgette had to remind herself this a few more times in her mind until she fully convinced herself it was nothing like actual hunting.
Sadie examined her paintball gun, it was a salmon red and made of cheap plastic, it held a magazine with around sixty paintballs in it.
"It seems to be modeled after a Heckler & Koch G36, an assault rifle designed in 1990's Germany-"
"Nobody cares, Harold, it's paintball." Chris rudely interrupted before reexamining his notes. "Now, for the Gophers, the hunters will be LeShawna, Katie, Beth, and… Justin!"
The Gopher hunters were handed their respective paintball guns by the interns, which were green and notably a different model than the Bass paintball guns.
The dweeb opened his mouth to commentate on the model of the Gopher paintball guns before being shoved to the ground by Duncan.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold pulled his wedgie out from his ass as he sat on the confessional.
"Nobody seems to appreciate my Mad Skillz or knowledge. Our assault rifles were clearly inferior to their guns! Which were a-"
The camera flashed to static, cutting Harold off midsentence before he could ramble on the gun design.
(End Confessional: Harold)
Lastly, Chef came on-screen holding a large cardboard box.
"As for our targets, you'll be wearing Deer costumes!" Chris announced this revelation as Chef spilled the deer costumes all over the ground. "You'll get antlers, a cute nose, and little deer tails!"
Gwen picked up a pair of deer antlers and observed it.
"This is so humiliating…" Gwen muttered.
"It'll be fine, homegirl, it's definitely ain't the most important thing here…" LeShawna called out from the hunter's crowd.
The goth girl rolled her eyes in response. "Easy for you to say when you're a hunter, but I really don't care." She put on her antlers.
Heather and Duncan shuddered at the sight of the deer antlers and nose, their tough exteriors threatened.
"Do we have to wear these?" Courtney asked.
"Hey, you don't have to if you want to spend a fun night at the boathouse, with your dead brethren I might add!"
This quickly got Duncan into his deer costume, reminded of the horrors of the boathouse.
"This is so degrading…" Noah complained as he put on his nose.
"You look good, Bambi." Katie complimented using Noah's sarcastic attitude.
"Shut up," was all the bookworm could say in response as he put on his little deer tail.
Chris clapped his hands together once all the deer had their equipment on.
"You all have five minutes to talk with your team before I give the deer a ten-minute head start to scatter. Then, the hunters can start hunting for three hours!"
The Bass were grouped up as they instinctively looked at Courtney for her leadership.
"Okay, so, the plan is… hunters hunt and the deers… scatter?"
"Great plan, coach!" Tyler responded enthusiastically.
Courtney, taking it as an insult yelled "Shut it, jockey, it's hunting, I don't really have much to say about it."
The surfer girl sent the prodigy girl a look of concern before Courtney gave a half-hearted apology.
"Ok, sorry about that, but, seriously, deer should try to stay away as far separate as they can, got it?"
The Bass nodded while the prairie boy raised his hand. "What should we do if them hunters find us, eh?"
"Just run."
Heather snapped her fingers demandingly to get her team's attention.
"Okay slackers, we are down a person, so I want to see everyone at their utmost effort today! We are not gonna lose another person today, okay?"
"Whatever you say, your Majesty," Gwen remarked.
"You shut up, Gothball. You, I, and turkey legs over there are deer so we should try to stay away from each other."
"Hey, I try to do that every day with your nasty mood and smell."
Heather scoffed. "Well, you are so not getting memorial when I get out of here alive."
"I bet you'll just make everyone kill themselves with how much of a bitch you can be. Better to be dead than to spend any minute with you."
The two girls continued arguing as Noah gave a sly smirk at the two girls arguing, Justin ignored everyone obsessing over his vanity, and Katie stared into the distance remembering her crimes from the day before.
LeShawna watched this with concern as Beth tugged on the large girl's shirt to get her attention.
"LeShawna, I want to talk with you about Cody…"
Ugh, not this again.
"Look, Beth, not now, I know what you think about Cody, and I think it's naive. End of story."
"But it really felt like Cody was changing! And Katie has been acting weird ever since! It seems like nobody is noticing! Won't you just think for a couple of seconds?"
The loud-mouthed girl sighed as two other louder girls argued with each other in the background. She pinched her nose, about to disregard Beth's comment before remembering one important detail from a few days prior.
The tiebreaker.
Where she had deduced that in order for the chance of a tiebreaker at all, Heather would have needed to convince Justin, Noah, and Katie to vote for Beth. She deduced already that the four were in an alliance, but was so wrapped up with the previous challenge and Cody's scandal that it had completely slipped her mind.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The black girl facepalmed repeatedly as she was in her confessional.
"I was so stupid yesterday! I fuckin' forgot that the only way for a tiebreaker to happen was if the four of them happened to vote with Heather! I knew this ever since yesterday morning, but I forgot to tell Gwen and Beth and Cody, goddammit!"
She slammed her fist against the confessional seat before the camera turned to static.
"I should've listened to Beth yesterday…"
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Gwen and Heather's argument was rudely interrupted from LeShawna pulling Heather off the loner.
The mean girl whined in retaliation before the black girl quickly asserted herself.
"Look, Heather, I don't like you one fucking bit, but I know for a fact that you have an alliance with these three incompetent fools."
She gestured her hand over to Noah, Katie, and Justin. The former of the three was surprised.
(Confessional: Noah)
Noah sat on the confessional, calculating his next move.
"So, it turns out, LeShawna knew about the alliance. So much for keeping it a secret, but at least we have the advantage right now. I just hope it isn't too fragile that Katie or Justin leaves, I want to keep them around because they're… weaker opponents and easier to defeat if worse comes to worse."
(End Confessional: Noah)
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth girl groaned.
"That's why Heather was acting so cocky! She knew she was safe because of her little alliance thing! It all made sense once LeShawna just spelled it out there… Noah, Justin, Katie, and the Queenie herself are all teaming up to gang on us… That's just not fair…
(End Confessional: Gwen)
"So look here, Heather, let's get our act together, calm down, and you can go hide. We are not losing today." The black girl was pointing at Heather's chest, while she seethed with anger.
Heather opened her mouth as Chef sounded an airhorn, signaling for the campers to run.
"Get running!" She barked as the mean girl scoffed and scurried away.
"Whatever, if we lose I at least know I'm safe!" She smirked as she slithered away into the shrubs as Gwen and Noah followed, leaving the hunters behind.
The queen bee speeded ahead as Gwen and Noah walked beside each other.
The loner gave the scheming bookworm a skeptical look before confronting him.
"So you're in an alliance with… everyone else?"
Noah sighed there was no point in hiding the fact anymore.
"Yeah, it's nothing personal, but I'd know for a fact that you would target me after eliminating Heather. You and your friends made a three-person alliance that would've outvoted everyone else on our team."
"They're not my friends."
"I can respect that."
Gwen turned back at the bookworm, upset by his monotonous tone and his choice to side with the mean girl.
"Well, I don't respect you very much for siding with that cold-hearted bitch, if we're all gonna die here, it's better for her sooner than later."
"Damn, you don't like her."
She scoffed. "Why wouldn't I? She cares about nobody but herself and will backstab the weak and pitiful you whenever she gets the opportunity to."
Noah shrugged back. "I'll take my chances with Heather, even if she can have a massive ego."
"Whatever, I'm gonna get out of here." She started to walk away only to hear him call back at her.
"Oh, by the way, since you guys were to busy yelling at each other instead of strategizing, I suggest you hide far off the main area in a pile of leaves or a bush. I still want our team to win after all, and that would probably be our best bet."
The goth said nothing in response before disappearing into the foliage of the forest.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth wrapped her arms around her legs and sat on the confessional toilet.
"Dammit, after this whole challenge, it struck me how shitty of a situation I'm in right now. At least for the next 2 losses, I should be safe with LeShawna and Beth being more of a nuisance, but then I'd be stuck with no allies…"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
A smooth beautiful hand was raised into the sky, the tip of the finger was slightly wetted to determine the path of the wind.
After detecting the direction the wind chased, Justin jerked his eyes to set toward hunting deer, equipped with a gun and a hunter's instinct!
He cautiously navigated through the bushes with finesse, careful not to let his panache body get scratched by any branches or dreaded acorns.
He hated the outdoors, why would anybody purposely venture outside when dangerous creatures lurked that could harm his body?
Anyhow, he knew that he must prove his worth to the team by at least eliminating one of the Killer Bass's deer.
And through the crevasses of the bush, he saw his first animal, peacefully grazing the grass.
"Just like cousin Colleen's grass soup back home, eh!" Exclaimed the deer while picking up fresh grass to consume.
Justin smirked as he sneaked behind the deer, aiming his gun at his fuzzy little tail.
Unfortunately for the model, he was glowing with beauty. Literally, the hot sunlight reflected off his skin, alerting the deer as if headlights were behind him.
"Oh tartar sauce, eh!" The deer exclaimed before making a break for it.
The eye-candy groaned as he chased after the graceful mammal.
"Come back here, homeschooled! I want venison for dinner! Venison!"
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
The homeschooler was picking his nose on the confessional toilet before wiping his dirty hand on his olive green hoodie.
"My cousin Colleen used to pretend she was a deer, eh, eating grass and dressing up like one in a costume. She was pretty weird, but who knew that eating grass was pretty tasty, eh?
(End Confessional: Ezekiel)
Courtney swore as a small twig extending from a tree gave her a small paper cut on her arm.
It was nothing to fret about, but it did alert another camper around the area, peering through the branches of the bushes.
"Courtney?" called out a surfer chick's voice.
The perfectionist sighed in relief, for a split second she thought that a hunter from the opposite team had found her.
"Hey Bridgette, have you had any luck finding any deer?"
"I mean, I found you." Bridgette joked.
"I meant about the other team." Courtney quickly corrected herself.
"Nope, me and Geoff were going to loop around the area before meeting back with each other in about thirty minutes."
"You're exploring all by yourself? Weren't you afraid of being in the woods by yourself?"
The pacifist shrugged. "Well… I am… but I'm trying to brave it out for now."
"So why couldn't you brave it out for that fear challenge a few days ago?" The overachiever bitterly spat.
"I had gotten lost in the woods the day right before, I was not looking forward to spending six whole hours wandering the woods, especially after almost getting mauled by a bear."
The CIT muttered as she adjusted the fake deer antlers on her head. "Stupid antlers. Still, we wouldn't have lost two days ago if you just faced your fear."
The surfer chick rolled her eyes. "I know… but I'm trying hard for today's challenge. Heck, I'm braving it out right now!"
An owl hooted within the woods, causing the pacifist to tense up.
Courtney sighed. "Sure. Just try to do good on this challenge, okay? Our team is doing better right now, but I want us to stay on top, we cannot afford to slip up, okay?"
"I will, Courtney, just don't stress too much about it."
The CIT brushed her fingers through her brown hair with slight irritation. "Bridgette, I appreciate you looking out for my well-being, but I'm the de facto leader, I have to make sure everyone is in line. I have been trying to be a bit… less demanding… but it's called being responsible."
The surfer chick frowned at the CIT's stubbornness, about to give a rebuttal before something whizzed past her shoulder.
BANG BANG
Two green paintballs flew right past the surfer chick, one grazed by her shoulder and another hit Courtney right on the leg.
The CIT yelped as she began to run away from the bullets.
"Run, Courtney!" Bridgette yelled as she shot back from where the paintballs came from.
Courtney scurried out of the scene and into the woods as a short wannabe cried out as paintballs berated her in response.
"Ow! My face!" Beth cried as she stopped shooting, as did Bridgette who felt slightly guilty for hurting the wannabe.
"Sorry!" Bridgette called back, seeing that Beth had raised her gun again to shoot back. "No! Don't shoot! I'm a hunter!"
"Oh, sorry! You were with a deer, though, right?"
The surfer chick nodded with a frown.
"Who did I get?"
"Courtney."
The short girl scratched the back of her stubby neck with a nervous smile.
"I… uh… don't exactly know who that is…"
"Really? We've been here for a week and a half already, how do you not know who she is.."
"I'm bad at remembering names, but I'm guessing it's that bossy girl who always wears green pants."
"Yup. Bossy…" Bridgette smirked.
(Confessional: Courtney)
The CIT rubbed her left calf, where the paintball had struck her.
"These things hurt a lot… Dammit, Bridgette, if we hadn't talked so loud, I wouldn't have gotten hit.
Whatever, it's fine, it's not a big deal…"
Courtney inhaled a deep breath before exhaling.
(End Confessional: Courtney)
A chubby BFFFL walked through a clear area of the forest where trees were not as densely packed.
She was finally ready to prove herself to the team, enough pretending she would be fine, if she really wanted to get out alive, she would have to put the utmost effort she could.
Sadie knew for a fact that exploring a clear area of the forest would facilitate finding deer.
Yet, somehow, she couldn't see a person bumping right behind her.
Sadie yelped with surprise as someone very familiar to her apologized.
"Oops! Sorry," said Katie.
The two locked eyes with each other, they hadn't spoken much ever since the shocking that occurred two days prior.
"Oh. You." Sadie crossed her arms and gave out a 'hmph!' clearly still upset from Katie's actions from the fear challenge.
"Uh… Sadie… I want to… apologize…"
"Save it! You hurt me! You chose to zap me! How could you?"
The skinny BFFFL felt guilt crawling up her spine awkwardly.
"Sadie…."
"Don't 'Sadie' me! I thought we were BFFFLs! And you still decided to electrocute me.
"Sadie! I'm so sorry! I only did it so I could prove myself to my team, so you and I would live longer! You're my best friend, always have been, can't we stop arguing?" The tan BFFFL pleaded with sorry eyes.
The chubby girl sighed, calming her from her anger frenzy. "Katie, what you did, it hurt… you can go be with your Gopher friends, I have a challenge that I need to win. I know I'm not getting out of this hellhole without effort."
"I'm glad that you finally got your head in the game, but I don't want either us to die while we're arguing. Can't we resolve this? You're my best friend and I love you…"
"Just go."
The tan girl sighed before walking away, gun in hand, facing the ground.
(Confessional: Sadie)
She sighed in thought of her conversation with Katie, it had been on her mind ever since she spoke with her.
"I'm still upset with Katie, what she did is absolutely unforgivable, don't get me wrong, I still want me and her to get out of here, but I think I need some time…"
(End Confessional: Sadie)
The hunt chased on!
Justin ever-so-elegantly navigated through the forest with such precision.
His fear of any falling leaves or acorns fueled his drive to navigate the forest without touching anything.
Ezekiel huffed and puffed as he ran away from the chasing hunter.
"How are you still catching up, eh?" He squealed as he looked back at the Hawaiian-style eye candy gaining on him.
A proud smirk formed on the model's face as he aimed his green gun at the homeschooler.
The prairie boy yelped before dodging to the left as paintballs passed by him.
He looked back to where he was running, watching his feet not trip on any roots or large stones.
Up ahead he spotted a forest clearing, huffing and puffing, he entered it, immediately alerted by the sound of a river rapids rushing by the area.
Ezekiel jumped across the river with deerlike abilities, hopping from one rock to the other elegantly.
The model was well aware of the river as Ezekiel had gotten to the other side. The prairie boy gripped his cross necklace as a thanks for God letting him cross the river easily.
Justin tried to imitate the deer's jumping before he slipped on a wet rock and fell, yelling.
"Ow! My paintballs!"
(Confessional: Justin)
A slow tear went down the model's cheek before he quickly wiped it away. He couldn't let any tears damage his beautiful face.
"There goes one of my contract agreements…
and my nuts, those were there before. I swear."
(End Confessional: Justin)
Tyler pushed branches out of his way as he navigated through the forest, making sure that his antlers wouldn't get caught in the low-hanging branches and make him trip.
He was at the far edge of the game area, he knew this as he saw interns lined up, claiming that any further east, he'd enter an 'employee-only area' where he'd get shot asap.
Nonetheless, he was far away from the main area, always surveying the area he was around, there was no way anybody would find him.
"Hi, Tyler!" said a nasally voice from behind the trees.
The jock jerked his head back and saw Harold, equipped with a camo hat and a green gun.
"Oh, hey Harold. Nice job finding me, I guess."
The dork nodded. "I'm circling the perimeter of the allowed sector, scouting for potential bucks."
The jock looked confused at his friend's not-so-complex language.
Harold sighed.
"I'm going around the border of the area."
"Oh, ok!"
The dweeb sighed nasally again.
"Tyler, I want to reiterate how you voted off Eva two challenges ago."
"Yeah…"
"It was a bad move, and it's honestly been stressing me out for the past two days, because what happens the next time we lose?"
"But we shouldn't lose, our team is so much stronger than the Gophers."
"Still, what would happen in the off chance we do lose?"
"Uh… didn't we already talk about this yesterday?"
Harold rolled his eyes. "Just answer the damn question."
"Uh… we vote out Duncan?"
The nerd shook his scrawny head. "We could've last time, but now the four people who are not in our alliance will vote for one of us, presumably either you or me."
"Oh shit."
"In that case, there'd be a tiebreaker, you get what I'm talking about?"
"Like overtime?"
The dweeb rolled his eyes around his glasses. "Yes, like overtime. Anyways, it would probably be in our best interests to vote Bridgette, since she's the weakest of their alliance."
"But she's really nice…" Tyler pointed out.
"Tyler, you can't just choose people based on how nice or good at challenges. Just because someone is cool, popular, and good at challenges doesn't mean you should always keep them alive, this is life or death, and you need to have strategy in these situations."
"Okay…" The clumsy boy said, rubbing the back of his neck.
The dweeb narrowed his eyes through his glasses, remembering how Tyler often couldn't understand Harold's diction. "You understand what I'm saying?"
"You're saying that you're the coach, and I should listen to you, right?"
"Sure," Harold said, annoyed with Tyler's jock terminology.
BANG BANG BANG
Three blue paintballs splattered on the back of the jock's red tracksuit.
"Alright, alright, I'm out! Dammit!" Tyler said while rubbing his back.
"Run, Tyler, I'll hold em' off!" Harold gritted his teeth and shot back from where the paintballs originated from.
"If you want him, you'll have to get through me!" He declared valiantly.
Out of the bushes came the hunter who had shot him. "Move it string bean, I got a deer to bag."
She ran past the dweeb, shoving him to the ground with her shoulder, and pursued the quick jock.
(Confessional: Tyler)
The jock was dripping with blue paint all over, blue paint was splattered all over the dirty confessional. He rubbed his body from the stinging paintball shots.
"Maybe talking so loud wasn't the best idea… neither was voting off Eva according to Harold."
Suddenly bangs came from the confessional door and the black cook barked at him.
"Hey! Clumsy boy! Take a shower before you talk in there! You're getting paint all over the whole damn thing! Chris will cut off one of your arms if you stay in there for five more seconds!"
The jock yelped before quickly exiting the confessional, paint dripping along the way.
(End Confessional: Tyler)
Courtney rubbed her calf, where the paintball had hit her as she was wandering through the woods.
"Stupid…" she muttered. The challenge was almost over, 30 more minutes remained according to the positioning of the sun.
She saw another pair of antlers peering out of the bushes, along with a green mohawk which could've been mistaken for part of the bush itself.
It was Duncan.
The perfectionist peered through the bushes and saw the delinquent looking up at a squirrel chowing down on an acorn, almost as if he was hypnotized by it.
"Duncan?"
The delinquent jolted back into reality and looked around to find the source of the voice.
"Oh, uh, hey Courtney what's up."
The delinquent leaned against a maple tree with a cool demeanor, crossing his arms.
"I don't know how you haven't been shot while squirrel watching but I got shot in the leg, so I could be better."
"Huh, who shot you?" He said in a taunting voice.
The CIT rolled her eyes with agitation. "I don't know, I was running."
"Jeez, okay, no need to get so angry."
"But I was talking with Bridgette right before it happened, actually now thinking about it, maybe we shouldn't talk so loud here."
The juvie shrugged. "Meh, this part of the forest is pretty dense, the bushes cover up our voices."
Courtney looked back into the forest, she couldn't see five meters away.
"I suppose you're right, anyway I was talking with Bridgette and I got shot for talking too loud. Sometimes, she can be a bit annoying. She tells me not to be stressing out about our team when she's the source of 30% of it."
"Someone's not happy with Malibu," Duncan commented.
"At least it's better than her being completely miserably, I'm at least glad Geoff can make her happy, but I just hope he doesn't… sidetrack her… too much."
Duncan chuckled at Courtney's euphemism for sex.
"I don't know. I just wish she put a bit more effort into her survival." Courtney waved her arms before sitting down.
"You know," Duncan responded, "you do worry too much about Bridgette sometimes."
Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Yeah because she's a teammate and an alliancemate."
"Courtney, if you want to get out of here alive, you have to be tough, people are gonna die, even Bridgette if you want to live. So don't worry about the team, worry about yourself."
"Duncan, I know I have to be tough," Courtney said, almost insulted by Duncan's advice, implying Courtney was unaware of this fact.
"I know you do, I'm just… emphasizing the fact… you have to be tough here… I'm only telling you this because you're the only person here who isn't either completely incompetent or Harold."
He was also telling her this because it's what his brother would do.
"Huh, so you do think Harold is worth something on this team?"
The delinquent shrugged. "Sometimes, but don't let him know that."
"Alright, whatever you say, but we should probably hide in a better spot if we don't want to get shot mid-conversation, I'll look for a different place to hide, see you, Duncan."
The chase continued uphill!
The deer quickly ascended the hilly heights up to the thousand foot cliff, he knew at the end he'd either had to jump off or accept being shot at.
Justin slowly staggered up the hill behind his prey, he was slowed down due to his 'injury' he had faced whilst chasing the prarie boy.
But after several minutes of climbing the cliff, huffing and puffing along the way, he had reached the top, where Ezekiel was waiting.
"I, oh man, I got you now, deer! The hunter is ready to feast upon you!"
"Uh, I'm not that tasty, eh!" Ezekiel responded in fear. "And I ain't going down that easily!"
Ezekiel prepared to jump off the cliff while Justin quickly thought.
No! He can't jump off, I'll never get him!
With quick thinking, Justin tore off his easily rippable shirt and exposed his sweet, sexy abs.
This stopped the homeschooler's attempt to jump as he looked back.
Aha! I caught him!
Unfortunately, Ezekiel was a good Christian boy and did not give in to lusting for Justin. Instead, he picked up the paintball gun Justin dropped while ripping off his shirt.
"Oh shit." Justin said.
"Who's the hunter now, eh?"
Ezekiel shot back at Justin's exposed chest, getting paint on his abs.
"NO! NOT THE CHEST!"
Justin was mortified as paint would easily damage his smooth skin if not washed off immediately.
In a quick panic, Justin identified the closest source of water, the lake, and dived down the thousand-foot cliff, barely missing the buoys by a meter, and into the cold waters of the lake, washing off the paint easily.
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
The prairie boy smiled at his accomplishments in the challenge.
"Thank the Lord that he dropped his weapon, eh! I would've been toast otherwise in the off chance he jumped off the cliff after me!"
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
(Confessional: Justin)
Justin rubbed his crotch in pain, the fall had agitated the area again, however, he was dry after the water had evaporated from his steamy hot body.
"How could I be such a fool! I dropped my Hunter's instinct as soon as I dropped my gun!"
(End Confessional: Justin)
Katie was wandering through the woods in search of any Bass deer. Her mind was occupied by her talk with Sadie.
The two of them would get into arguments from time to time, such as one incident a year ago where Katie had crashed Sadie's mom's car into a snack shack, but they'd always get over it and become besties again.
But this time was different obviously, with the ruthlessness and dangers of the island.
Sitting on a large stone was the ringleader of the Gophers, almost as if she was waiting for something.
"Uh, Heather? Why aren't you hiding somewhere?"
The Asian mean girl looked behind her and saw Katie with her paintball gun and camo hat.
"Katie. I was hiding in one of these bushes. I left them because they're just so itchy."
She scratched her arm to show how itchy she was.
"Anyways, we probably have around 30 minutes left, have you shot anybody yet?"
"Uh, no, but I did speak with Sadie and briefly saw Geoff, they're both hunters though."
"Of course, you run straight to that fatass," Heather muttered under her breath.
Katie's ears picked up Heather's nasty comment but she decided not to speak up about it.
The Queen Bee saw her frown and decided to 'lighten up her mood' with fake comments.
"Aw, don't be so down! You know, you did a great job yesterday with framing Cody. It might be a stretch, but not even I could have such great acting skills! You should do it more often."
The Malaysian bestie's frown doubled.
"I feel… awful about it… I wish I didn't do it."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Don't lie to yourself, twiggy twin, of course, you wanted to do it. After all, it helps you and your bestie live longer, doesn't it? You don't need to gather fake sympathy, be honest."
Katie sighed in response as another Gopher hunter came on scene.
"Oh great, you two schemers." Lisped the hunter.
"I could give the same tone, Miss Piggy!" Heather spat back.
"Well, for your information, I shot Courtney, so I'm at least contributing to the challenge." The wannabe lisped angrily.
"I haven't been shot at all yet, so I'm contributing to the challenge as well, snout face!"
The wannabe continued walking past the two. "I don't understand why you have to act so mean all the time, and I don't understand why you chose to be on her side, Cody killer!"
Beth gave an accusatory glare at Katie, so strong that it pulled Katie out of her sea of guilt and let her fight back.
"You, shut the hell up. You're one to talk considering that it's your fault Trent died from your incompetence."
The brunette girl gasped.
"I- Trent's death was not my fault…" Beth's tone switched from highly confident to unsure of herself in a matter of seconds. "B- but it's your fault that Cody's dead. Completely yours. You're a sick framing schemer!"
Beth's words stung through Katie's skin. The tan girl bit her lip with a blend of guilt and anger brewing in her brain.
Heather watched the scene with anticipation, smiling as Katie grew more away from Beth and closer to her.
"J- just shut up! You killed Trent! Y- you're an incompetent bitch!"
Beth gritted her teeth furious at Katie. How could she feel no remorse?
The Wannabe raised up her gun at Katie.
BANG
"Ow! Dammit!" Heather squealed.
Through the tree's, someone had shot Heather.
"Oops, sorry girl!" LeShawna apologized, realizing that she had shot a Gopher member.
Her eyes immedietly turned to a seething Beth and Katie, who looked like they were about to strangle each other's throats.
Katie's face was filled with anger, but looking at the fiasco Heather and LeShawna were in, so she wasn't prepared for when-
BANG
Beth had shot her in the face with a paintball.
The twiggy bestie recoiled back into the ground with blue paint on her face.
After a second of shock, she wiped the paint off her forehead and aimed her gun back at the Wannabe.
Blue paintballs volleyed back towards Beth in an instance, covering her with the blue substance as she fired back.
LeShawna's mind was filled with confusion as Heather took her gun and aimed it at the black girl's face.
BANG
The loud-mouthed girl recoiled back as Heather continued shooting the poor girl.
Beth and Katie continued their exchange of fire as LeShawna struggled with Heather, trying to grab the gun while paintballs still fired out of it.
All the noise generated from the fight alerted Geoff and Bridgette, who quickly rushed to the area together before firing blue paint at the quartet of girls.
The girls all shriveled as they were each covered in paint, the tiny pellets stung their bodies harsher than bees and the loudspeaker screeched loudly before an airhorn noise played to it.
"HEY! HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH! NO KILLING EACH OTHER! THE KILLER BASS WIN, I REPEAT THE KILLER BASS WIN! I WILL PERSONALLY THROW ALL OF YOU INTO LAVA IF YOU DO NOT STOP SHOOTING EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW!"
Chris yelled with absolute fury, causing all six of the campers in the area to stop shooting and fighting.
The four of the gophers had let go of their guns and breathed heavily, exhaling massive amounts of paint-scented air.
After all the chaos was over, Katie looked around, she along with Heather, LeShawna, and Beth were covered in orange and blue paint, and the forest around them had splotches of orange littered as if it were maple sap on a tree.
The anger that Katie felt in the moment quickly phased into guilt and worry. She realized what she had caused.
The anger in Beth remained as tears began flowing out of her eyes. She knew for a fact that Trent's death wasn't her fault now, yet the stinging feeling of shame had returned, forming needles around her heart.
(Confessional: Heather)
The Queen Bee pulled on her now clean hair after many showers, plagued with distress. She wasn't planning on Katie unleashing her entire paintball magazine onto Beth, but at least she was able to capture the tan girl onto her side.
"I wasn't expecting that…" She said with unease, unsure of what to say about the chaotic fiasco. "I didn't want us to lose there, we already have a piss poor performing team… But, LeShawna? She. Is. SO. Dead."
Heather's distress quickly turned to fury at LeShawna, who dared to shoot her in the challenge. LeShawna was the true cause of them losing.
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Katie)
The paint free bestie curled up on the confessional toilet, feeling a mixture of guilt and shame.
"I… I didn't mean what I said to Beth there… Why do I keep doing bad things?"
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Noah)
Noah was pissed as he sat on the confessional.
"Are you kidding me? I've been sleeping on top of a tree this whole time, not getting seen once, only for us to lose? Why the fuck was I stuck with this team?"
He banged his hand weakly on the confessional wall before the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Noah)
Chris stood with disapproval as he looked around at the fifteen remaining campers. Everybody's nerves were at an all time high, afraid that Chris would punish them with brutality.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk,"
Chris first looked at Justin, who was dripping wet.
"Getting neutered in the middle of a challenge."
Justin looked down at the ground in shame. Chris then looked at the blonde Bass duo.
"Doing it in the middle of the woods during a challenge."
The two instantly blushed red as Courtney rolled her eyes at the two. Duncan gave Geoff a smirk and a thumbs up.
"And don't even get me started on you four."
Chris was glaring daggers at the four gophers involved in the paintball fiasco, unholstering his handgun. All the campers kept their eyes on Chris's handgun, almost as Chris was itching to whip it out and set a frenzy on the four.
"Do you know, what I see here? I see a very undisciplined group! I see a disgraceful mess! I see a massive waste of paint product. And, most importantly, I have to say:
That was AWESOME! Great television, guys, no really, absolutely spectacular! Our audience is going eat this up!"
The campers laughed sheepishly, assuming that Chris would not send Chef or the interns to punish any of them with sheer brutality.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to 'reward' you guys like I did to Eva, but I do want to ride on this high! Gopherinos! Your elimination ceremony is in fifteen minutes! Do your confessionals and meet me at the campfire!"
This notification immediately soured the Screaming Gophers.
LeShawna and Beth looked at each other with unease, knowing well that one of them would be dying within the hour.
(Confessional: Gwen)
The goth girl kicked the floorboards with exasperation.
"Arghh! How did we lose? I hid well, apparently Noah hid well, but Heather's dumbass had to provoke hell to come lose! What the fuck is wrong with this team? Why can't we just keep our focus on winning! I too hate Heather, but can LeShawna and Beth focus on the challenge?"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: LeShawna)
The black girl sighed as she sat on the confessional.
"Well, we lost today. Again. That's not good for us. I… know what I have to do… just know that I ain't gonna be proud of myself."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
The seven, soon to be six, Screaming Gophers sat on the wooden stumps by the fire. Chris was smiling with anticipation as he held a cold tray of marshmallow goodiness.
The host walked up by the fire with the black Chef right by his side, standing menacingly.
"Campers! Welcome to the eight campfire ceremony of Total Drama! You all know the drill, you've casted your votes and one of you will become the hunted in a few minutes!"
The campers looked around at each other, most notably at Beth, LeShawna, and Heather, knowing that one of them was bound to die.
"You all did good today! The tension's just that high in the air! I'm loving it! Anyways, Chef! Reveal today's execution method!" Chris instructed the tough supposed war veteran as he unveiled tarp from a large glass pot filled to the brim with water. The pot was see through in order to see the poor victim drowning.
"Drowning! It doesn't seem too painful, but it's a slow death!"
Noah particularly shuddered, as if one recalled, he was highly afraid of drowning.
"I can see Noah is very excited for today's death show! So am I! As much as I'd like to drown you, we have another embarrassing execution planned for you when that time comes, Noah, here's your marshmallow."
The host tossed his marshmallow to the scrawny bookworm who scurried away to the safe zone.
"Justin! You did absolute dogwater in today's challenge. You really fumbled the ball there, but you're good at laying low, maybe to good… Come and get your marshmallow!"
The model smiled sexily as he grabbed his marshmallow before skewering it on his stick.
"Gwen! You may be in the minority, but you know how to not be an immediate target, come up and get your marshmallow!"
The goth sighed in relief before skewering her marshmallow onto her stick.
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"Heather! People have voted for you, but I don't think anybody's gonna be greatly surprised when I say you're safe. I have two other campers who would skyrocket the tension."
Heather had a confident smile as she grabbed her marshmallow, not bothering to skewer it onto her stick.
The trigger happy host smiled as he eyed the last two Gopher girls, waiting in anticipation for their marshmallow.
"Beth, LeShawna, this is the last marshmallow of tonight. Whoever doesn't get this token of life will not live to see another day."
The two girls looked at each other nervously.
Beth had her nerves at an all time high. Over her time at the island, she grew more confident, but had she grown too daring? Her small eyes looked at LeShawna, then the marshmallow, filled with despair, she desperately waited for the marshmallow to be given to her.
LeShawna too, kept her eye on the marshmallow. She held a depressed face, she anxiously waited for the marshmallow. LeShawna looked to the left, where Beth was nervously shaking.
"Beth, know that whatever happens, I'm glad to have met you."
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…LeShawna!"
The ghetto girl cracked a thankful smile as Beth slumped depressingly into her stump, dropping her stick to the floor.
LeShawna walked up to grab her marshmallow, flashing Beth a sorry look before standing with the rest of the gophers in the designated safe zone.
"You should've known your place, Miss Piggy!" Heather yelled from the crowd before receiving an elbow to the side by a disapproving Gwen.
Beth couldn't do anything to stop tears from flowing out of her eyes, highly afraid. Chris looked down at the poor wannabe, hands on his hips.
"Well, Beth! It appears your time on Total! Drama! Island! Has come to a close!"
The host looked to his right where Chef began walking towards the brunette girl.
"Chef! Do your magic!"
Beth slowly crawled back, away from the host's accomplice, before being picked up by him. She gave no resistance, almost as if she was accepting of her fate, but her words spoke different.
"No… no… not like this! Not so soon!" She cried out between her tears as Chef carried her to the pot before plunging it in.
"Say buh-bye Beth!" Chris taunted.
SPLASH
Beth took a deep breath as Chef plunged her into the pot, quickly placing the large lid on top of it and holding it down so she couldn't leave.
The wannabe tried swimming up to the surface of the pot, but there was no air at all for her, it really was filled to the brim.
She swam around worryingly, banging the glass as the Gophers looked back with shame or remorse for Beth.
The small girl could slowly feel her lungs getting tighter and tighter, desperate for air.
Most of the Gophers looked away, except for LeShawna, who couldn't help but cry as her friend drowned in front of her very eyes.
She kept banging against the glass, it getting slower and slower.
Her lungs were tightened to a point of no return with a burning desire for air.
At this point, she had stopped banging the glass and clutched her torso painfully.
One minute more and fourteen campers were now on the island.
Chris chuckled maniacally as Chef pulled the drowned corpse out of the water.
"Haha! Beth soup! You guys are dismissed. Go eat your dinner."
The six remaining Gophers slowly walked to the mess hall, having lost their appetite.
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen sighed depressingly as she sat on the toilet.
"LeShawna has been mopey ever since Beth died, saying that she's gonna 'avenge Beth.' You see, this is why I don't make friends here. Now LeShawna's gonna get all pissy around Heather until she gets voted to die."
She sighed again.
"At the very least, I'm glad that LeShawna didn't backstab Beth…"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
LeShawna didn't return to the mess hall after the elimination ceremony. She was lying in her bed, facing the underside of the bed above, lost in thought.
Flashback:
LeShawna took a deep breath before walking to the yawning bookworm. She knew that it was either her or Beth getting executed that day, and she definitely didn't want it to be her.
"Hey, turkey legs!" LeShawna called out.
Noah raised an eyebrow back at her. "Sure, get your last insults in. Whatever floats your boat."
He continued walking away as LeShawna grabbed a hold of him.
"Wait, I wanna talk with you about today's execution. Heather's the little ringleader of your group, right?"
Noah was somewhat annoyed and glad he wasn't seen as the 'leader' of his alliance. He begrudgingly nodded.
"You tell Heather that she better vote off Beth, not me, I'll even vote for you guys, just this time though."
The bookworm perked up with interest. "Huh, I mean, I do see what point you're gonna make, you're a better competitor than Beth is and I would like it if our team would win here and there."
"Exactly, string bean, exactly, you tell that to Heather, capische?"
Noah nodded tiredly, before leaving to go find his alliancemates, exiting the scene.
LeShawna sighed once she was alone.
"I'm so sorry, Beth…"
End Flashback
Katie too, was lying right outside of the Gopher cabin, not hungry enough to eat.
She had let her guilt turn into anger, letting her team lose the challenge.
Her attempt to repair things with Sadie had gotten nowhere and she had been distracted with horrid schemes to deceive her fellow teenagers to death.
She didn't know why she was becoming such a bad person, but she knew one thing for sure:
"I'm gonna change for the better…"
Voting Confessionals:
Noah: "Well, I wasn't expecting LeShawna to approach me like that, I was gonna try to convince my alliance to vote for Beth anyways since LeShawna does better at challenges, anyways, sorry Beth, but I vote for you."
Heather: "Finally! The air is gonna be so much cleaner without that pig girl stinking up the place! I vote for Beth, even though I'd much prefer LeShawna's fatass leaving, I don't want our team to become too weak, and she's very good at challenges when she's not shooting her own teammates."
Gwen: "Stupid Heather and her stupid alliance. I vote for Heather, but it won't even matter in the end. This is what happens when you get too friendly, people! Focus on the goddamn game!"
Justin: "Uh, I vote for Beth, she isn't pretty and not that good at challenges. Sorry, but this beautiful beast has gotta live!"
Katie: "I… shouldn't have lost it out there today… if I just kept my cool, maybe we would've won. Well, I vote for Beth, I… didn't mean what I said back there."
Beth: "I vote for Heather... I know it's not gonna do much, but I just pray that they vote out LeShawna! I'm not ready to die yet... I'm not..."
LeShawna: "Dammit! Stupid game and stupid Heather! I'm sorry, Beth, I really am! But a girl's gotta do what she can to live! I vote for you, Beth, but I'm truly sorry."
Beth: (5 Votes): (Justin, Noah, LeShawna, Katie, Heather)
Heather (2 Votes): (Gwen, Beth)
Screaming Gophers: Gwen, Noah, Justin, LeShawna, Heather, Katie
Killer Bass: Tyler, Harold, Courtney, Sadie, Geoff, Duncan, Bridgette, Ezekiel
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DK
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
18: Cody
17: Beth
Final Words: "No… No… Not like this! Not so soon!"
Why was Beth eliminated?
Beth… I have to admit, when I first was drafting the plot idea for this story, I didn't have much of an idea of what I should do with her. I have to admit that she isn't one of my favorite characters (though I do think that her hate is way too overdone and that she is not a bad character or TDA finalist). After coming up with using Trent's elimination to develop Cody's plot, I thought I could also use that to fuel Beth's plot. I probably should have explored her dynamic with Cody a bit more before he got the axe, but otherwise, I'm somewhat satisfied with the way I portrayed Beth, as a nervous girl quickly growing confidence on an island where power triumphs over fear, only for her courage to backfire once she confronts Heather.
Hey! Good thing this chapter didn't take as long as Up the Creek, huh? It felt like these chapters were just getting longer and longer to write! It feels super weird not having a chapter longer than the last one! I'm sorry that this episode (and the last one too, I guess) was mostly Gopher-focused. I promise that you'll see more of the Bass in the upcoming chapters.
Speaking of, man, am I excited for the next four chapters… these upcoming four will probably be my favorite part of Isle of Despair, the ideas I have in mind are cunning and stunning… especially in Basic Straining… but I'm not gonna give you any sneaky little spoilers…
Remember to review, follow, and favorite! If you do review, please tell me who do you think will be the last four deaths before merge? Thanks and until next time!
-Lapizite