Author's note:
Well, well, well, look who has a new chapter ready for you guys, and trust me this one I loved to write every single word of it. So firstly I wanted to tell you all about the last chapter... That chapter was planned since September from the last year. At the time I was thinking into writing this fanfic, and I was so glad to publish the chapter I wanted so much to publish and everyone loved it. I'm glad because that was one of my favorite chapters I ever wrote.
Secondly: I would like to thank the youtube channel EMMMA-kit, for this amazing idea which you will be seen on this chapter. A theory that I never thought about it, but I will be happy to write it for you all. So check on her youtube channel to see the good theory she gave.
Thirdly: I can't wait to read your reviews after this chapter.
And now for replying the reviews:
jon9051 : You got in time before I publish the chapter, and thank you for thinking this story deserved to be fav again and again. XD Have fun reading this chapter.
KenWil2001 :You will understand more after reading this chapter, I promise. Have fun
duskrider :If you think about it, that situation no girl would ever be fine with it, and Izzy was the one which would be have the most reason to hate Owen but she didn't.
Just a wee guest : Yeah if you think about it, both Trent and Owen really messed up, but the time Owen is very likeable and we always forgive him because he is always a great guy, that isn't much different, but causes always has consequences, so even if the public and the drama would try to cancel him, he still has his friends who would always support him.
Mr. E Guest : Thank you for your kind words, I try to work all this time in regard of this fanfic because I'm enjoying into writing it so far. So yeah, it will take a while until Izzy forgives Owen, but don't worry about her, enjoy this chapter.
Djinn : Yeah, while Chef was the person who captured Izzy, the things would have gotten worse if was the true psycopath.
MatiasND : I'm glad that you all liked this chapter so far, and I surprised you with this idea I had for a long time. Now enjoy this chapter because it's going to be very interesting.
Wolfang21 :Yep, Eva followed the steps of her heroine, and Izzy now had to deal with the feelings she got after the betrayal, so enjoy this chapter. XD
bardockfloo : You have no idea.
Benny Farr : Truer words never had been said, but differently than Owen, most of people thinks he would do something stupid, but not on that level, and he is always charismatic, so even if the people are angry with him, it wouldn't be forever, differently than Trent who dug his grave more and more with the episodes... Owen had Izzy, and that's a difference on it's own, read this chapter and you will know what I mean. XD
HeavenlyMark : What I'm planning next? This, check this chapter.
Now go read it, and enjoy it. XD
To say Chef Hatchet had a crazy night was an understanding, from a simple idea of a horror challenge, to become a fiasco made on live television, and with the possibility of one of the campers being hospitalized because of the lack of security. That was something that indeed would bite in the ass of the show somehow. While Chef is known for being an expert in military fights and had missions around his life, he wasn't 2, neither 3 and most importantly, he wasn't an army... He knew very well the importance of having a squad and having partners to help...
And it seems the good hair rich two shoes, finally understood that somehow his ideas would come to bite his ass, but surprisingly, this challenge wasn't his fault. It was clearly a coincidence... which was by far a cruel joke made by destiny. And from saying that, the serial Killer may be finally having peace when he gets in jail with no chance to get out from there, but from the bones, Eva broke...
Chef remembered a girl who would have been able to do the same easily... But as the cook of the camp, he knew that his kitchen was probably messed up at the hands of the campers, and the main lodge would be in total disaster from what he watched at that time.
As the clock struck 1 a.m., Chef Hatchet made his way into the Main Lodge of the camp. The scene before him was one of desolation and chaos. Tables lay broken and overturned, evidence of the previous night's turmoil. Holes marred the floor, a result of Eva's frenzied attack against the fake serial killer. A few drops of blood showed how serious the situation even became towards the chaotic episode it had...
Amidst the wreckage, one table stood defiantly intact, a lone survivor amidst the destruction. From that table, a figure sat silently, unmoving. This made Chef recognize that silhouette even on the shades of the night, and without the lights to give a better view, the military veteran could recognize the same orange hair and green clothing... It was Izzy, but she appeared different from her usual exuberant self. There was no playful grin on her face, no hint of mischief in her eyes. Instead, she sat solemnly, her gaze fixed on the table before her.
At that time, Chef could see it, a little glimpse of the past, as after a while could have been, on the training grounds, where walls of metal were the security where both he had to train a very important squad which would be beneficial for their missions in the future, a temporary project of the military which showed great success on their missions... But there was still a way he could remember that time when he had to train 15 infantile units, and from that squad... a little girl wearing military clothing with a little Canadian flag on the bag, and a little military cap... sitting around the metal table, sitting solemnly and her gaze fixed...
Chef blinked, as he shook his head to recover himself from that position... he knew what happened, he knew who it was... and that wasn't his first rodeo... and he knew what to do.
In the dim light of the lodge, Izzy seemed almost ethereal, a solitary figure amidst the ruins. Her presence spoke volumes, a silent testament to the toll of betrayal and chaos. As Chef Hatchet observed her, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. Something had shifted in Izzy, and he knew that whatever had transpired had left its mark on her soul.
"Hey, kiddo. You okay?" Chef instead of asking what the girl would have doing around his Main Lodge and Kitchen, decided to approach the girl who seemed to be glooming and staring at the center of the table, unable to say a single word. Izzy looks up, her eyes brimming with tears. She shakes her head. This made Chef remain calm, but see once again something happening from the time on before.
He wanted to say something, but then he gave a slight glance around and saw it... a little lens of the camera, which even, as usual, nobody would be interested in seeing it... There were some things that he never wanted to share around television...
By walking towards the camera device... Chef simply took the wires, and pulled out, one by one, until the red dot marking the recording finally turned off... And with that, Chef could finally turn and check the problem.
Izzy was still staring at the table, and Chef turned his back to walk towards her.
Walking in her direction, it was difficult to distinguish from the glimpse of the past and the present for the cook, since each step reminded him the same way he had to approach the same girl. And on the first time, it worked, so why not repeat it?
"INFANTILE SQUAD ATTENTION." Chef didn't roar, he commanded, and at the time his loud voice was heard at the Main Lodge, it was auto-pilot since the ginger girl stood up on her position and gave a strong stomp on the floor, not turning herself to the person who called for her.
"Leader of Infantile Squad Izzy presenting herself, Chief." The usual crazy voice tone around the girl was lacking at the moment, but it sounded the tone exactly from the same person who had on that position years prior. Even as the marks of tears and red on her eyes showed the signals of her crying, she still obeyed the orders given to her.
"At ease." Then Chef gave the simple command, which left the girl to relax her posture, and sat straight on the table... And then Chef does the same thing as he did around the first time he saw his soldier in the past. He walked to the other side of the table, and sat in silence, waiting for the soldier Izzy to speak her mind.
Minutes of deep silence were enough, until the girl who seemed to be looking at the table, decided to speak her thoughts.
"It's funny... from the time I was sitting in distraught like this was when I was just a little child, by our first mission training failed while I was being their leader. Thinking about if I had what it was enough for being chosen as leader." The ginger girl commented with a sarcastic sad laugh, while the person who chose her was in front of her. "Thinking about everything I did which could lead to such failure on that operation... and what every single circumstance I could have done better."
Chef remained quiet as he remembered from the glimpse of his eye, the comparison of a little girl and a grown-up teenager, and yet showing so many similarities around the feelings she had on the past.
Chef usually would have ignored soldiers for stupid things like feelings in relation to war, since war happens to everyone and most had to endure the consequences of life... but teaching that to a child had been one of the most difficult tasks, and that made him learn that showing moments of vulnerability to the ones who he could trust wasn't a bad decision.
"Chef," Then Izzy had the courage to raise her head at him, and with tears in her eyes, decided to speak her mind. "I'm not okay."
"Report leader of infantile squad Izzy," Chef commented in the same he did in the past, and for a glimpse of time, he forgot he was dressing his cook attire, and was now wearing his military outfit, as the same one who made the little girl compose herself to report everything on her mind.
The grown-up soldier gulped her tears and proceeded to tell everything she felt.
"Your leader failed to survive a close combat with the enemy as a member of her squad subjected to cowardice in front of the enemy and did the ultimate betrayal by pushing the leader of the squad to the enemy," Izzy commented as officially reported the military service, but then she decided to describe her feelings. "I was ready for combat, I could have protected him easily, and engaged the close combat since I trained a lot... but that push, I wasn't ready for that... and I... I..."
"Could have died," Chef commented as he found the reason why the girl felt like a storm in her mind. "You would have ignored this, if wasn't for the fact that one member of the camping engaged the true enemy, and not risked her life, but got hurt in the process."
"Yes, sir," Izzy replied as she looked at the table again. "I... I... never felt so betrayed, I thought I was playing nice, and he was a sweet guy... but... but..."
"Moments of danger would determine the true character of the others, soldier, and in times of that, you would learn who truly is a coward, and who is valent. Sometimes, even those we trust can let us down." Chef Hatchet decided to move on from his seat and walk beside his soldier as he sat near her. "Betrayal hurts, Izzy. It's a tough lesson, especially out here. But remember, you're stronger than you think. You've faced worse than this."
The girl who sat there, sniffed as she tried to recover herself, and Chef knew very well how painful must have been for the girl. But still, he knew exactly who she was.
"Do you remember one of the lessons I gave to you when it comes to leading your squad?" Chef asked which he could see the girl not answering him, and even that, he decided to comment. "In war, there is no greater betrayal than turning your back on your comrades, your unit, your mission. Loyalty is the bedrock of the soldier's code."
Izzy nodded her head, as Chef placed his hand over her shoulder.
"I'm... I'm going to be eliminated on the next challenge Chief, I said Condor for the Killer Bass team, and I'm... I'm exhausted," Izzy replied as the veteran could see that indeed the shock of the betrayal, and from much it took from her, made her second-guess every decision she made, so she decided to give up...
Chef felt like a blow on the stomach, since the moment the fat boy pushed his soldier to possible death, he saw his student breaking in front of him, and from the time she analyzed everything, from the distance of her neck and possible sharp objects? If the assassin just pushed the hook... she would have died, and moments like that could potentially cause PTSD, which made him grit his teeth, reminded of a time when he was younger, and had a person who resembled the ginger girl, whoever the hair was more brownish and she wore a black three-quarter length crop top, green sport jeans, dark grey gloves, black shoes, and a brown belt.
The times when things were simpler when both she and her boyfriend would visit him to walk around, train combat, eat some Mexican food, and even take care of that naked mole-rat mascot. Those were the days the group was in the military and had any kind of challenges in their daily life.
There was a time when Chef felt the pressure of the time he went to Vietnam, as a young soldier who had to deal with Vietnam in the final years of war... it has been chaos, and yet the same good friends who saw him on his worst... they gave him one of the most important lessons of his life. And from seeing the kiddo being almost in the same position as him...
"You know, your mother once gave me very important advice..."Chef commented as it brought the attention of the girl who threw the towel... "The greatest generals know when to advance and when to retreat. Rest is not retreat; it is strategic repositioning for the next decisive move."
Izzy remained quiet, as she nodded his head at him, she remembered those words since it had been her main strategy from going on the show and using the loopholes to make her return... And Chef decided to go even further.
"You didn't turn your back to your comrades, you tried to help them, you even helped me to take care of the hurt soldier. You got scared, Izzy." Chef commented as he saw the words reaching not just her mind but also her heart, deep down needed to hear those words more than anyone, even at the time she hesitated and froze in a moment of danger. "But that doesn't define you. You're still the same girl I trained all those years ago. The one who faced every challenge head-on, fearless and determined. Just like I remember."
"Really? Do you remember everything?"Izzy gave a slight look to the commander who trained her, and at that moment, Chef could see sparks returning to her eyes.
Chef at that moment chuckled.
"How could I forget? You were a handful, Izzy, destroying my stoven, my car, my car, my bathroom, my car, MY CAR, AND MY CAR. MY CARRRRRRR."Chef started remembering every single problem that the leader of the infantile squad created around the time he was training them, and most of them were related to chores which always ended up destroying his favorite car... But then looking at the grinning smile from the ginger girl, he coughed on his fist and decided to continue his speech.
And by taking something from his pocket, he decided to open his wallet where there were a few pictures inside, one of them was about his mother, another about his grandma, another was from his best friends, but there was another one. Which he was glad to show at Izzy.
The girl looked at the picture where she found a group of kids in military uniform, as they all stood up proud for the picture, while she was giving a look like a courageous girl ready to take the whole world and beat them up, and Chef Hatchet stood with his chest stuffed in the same view of the little kids... A military squad proud of serving their country, their family, and themselves.
"You were also brave, and resourceful. A natural leader, the smartest kid who followed your instincts. And a soldier that I never have been so proud of training in my life." Chef Hatchet commented with his deep voice, but Izzy could hear from the tone of it, like a commander proud of his soldier and giving a tap on her head exactly like she had in childhood.
And on that moment, Izzy sniffed, but smiled with pride, as she even cleaned up her tears...
"Permission from the Leader of the Infantile squad request for a hug, Master Chief," Izzy commented as the cook with a smirk on his face, decided to open his arms.
"Permission granted soldier." And Chef immediately felt like hit by a cannonball since Izzy just jumped on him to hug... And the military veteran couldn't help but smile towards the soldier he had been part of her life, since childhood. A girl who trained so much for their nation, for him, and for making her parents proud. "Now soldier, since we are off camera, I know that you made some mischief, so tell me, why don't you tell me where have you been after you had to flee from the soldiers while I make some nachos for you?"
From hearing Chef preparing her favorite food, and with the idea of talking with him off camera, Izzy gave her crazy smile and decided to tell him, about the time she became a Billionaire, and how a good friend insisted for her to pay her taxes... While she pouted... Chef never had laughed so loud in his entire life...
It seems that it was indeed good times for the military, just like the old times.
In the Playa del Losers, nobody slept, as Ezekiel shouted and made everyone turn their television, seeing the distraught look of every single camper on the show, saw for a glimpse of what happened, there was a slight video of Eva bandaged, and ready to be taken to the hospital, while there was also what would be a total stranger who was with his broken bones ready to go to jail after being treated his bones...
Nobody had a freaking idea of what just happened, and they would need to wait until the episode of the next day to explain everything about what happened, and while everyone was trying to find the campers, some went to sleep, and some decided to go to the Aquarium...
And at that moment, every single member of the Playa del losers... lost their words, into seeing Izzy losing control of herself, and breaking down crying... it was hard to watch it, to see a girl who was always crazy and ready for everything, to confess that Owen from all people to push her in the probably death.
And from all campers... there was one who was so distraught, but not from fear, but guilt.
"What have I done..." Ezekiel commented differently from the episodes aired on television, from the pay-per-view perspective, it was far worse than he imagined, the reason why Izzy lost her marbles around the show, and how she had a grudge against Owen on the next episode. He knew Izzy would be pushed in the direction of Chef, but he never realized the logical reason why Izzy was so pissed off at Owen to have pushed her in danger. And the worst part... he always had ship Owen and Izzy since his childhood, but never realized that Owen fucked up so badly, that he didn't know who did it worse. Trent or him... but everyone loves Owen, he was always the best guy... "And yet he fucked up badly..."
He didn't tell the future challenges because he wanted all the campers to have a fair chance of winning the show, but in the end... he just discovered that Izzy regretted being a Gopher and wanted to have what he had on the Killer Bass...
And from that thought, Ezekiel wondered, if it was worth it to hold the secrets of episodes to his friends who knew about his identity.
He doesn't know... but from seeing Izzy crying like that, and Eva hurt like that? It was like fate was making fun of him for not realizing that he could have changed everything for the better and yet he chose to not do it. He didn't know that was going to happen, or if that happened while he was in the real world... it was so strange, and yet... that would be the natural reaction of it. Who wouldn't be pissed at the person who pushed them to a person who resembled a serial killer, with the real serial killer on the island?
Should he have told the truth about the real serial killer appearing? Should he have told Izzy about all the challenges? Will any of his other friends recover from that? In times like that, he cursed himself for not being there, if he had been there he would have done something. Anything, he could have taken his bow and arrow, he would have placed traps, could have told Chef and Izzy to track down the serial killer, since 2 archers and 2 militaries would have been a great way to defeat someone...
Ezekiel had no one else to blame, than himself... for him, to have gotten pneumonia, he gave up the chance to return because he wasn't ready... And now his friend is hurt...Ezekiel looked at his bedroom and found the weights Eva had told him to train on exercises...
"Screw it exercises, I'm going to be wearing weights all the time. I swear. This isn't going to happen again, I will not let my friends hurt like that again." Ezekiel swore to himself, and took out his bennie, and since he wasn't going to sleep... He was going to remain awake and use that time to continue his writing.
With the weight of his wrists and legs... he was going to start to write his fanfic on the typewriter while using weights. And he would just take them off, only when he was going to sleep.
It was the decision he made with his own heart, and as a way to train himself to get better. Because he may not see how Eva got hurt like that, but he will see in the next episode, so he was going to prepare his body for the time that would come, and until then... He had another chapter to be done.
The forest was in silence, as the house that reached the middle of the forest was covered with sounds of sobs and cries...
A patriarch of the family who was at work, felt his heart clinch because Mother Nature told him one truth, his daughter watched the Pay-per-view, he had no idea what happened, and he was sure that the next time he was going to watch the edited episode, he would see what happened. He just hoped that his wife would have the strength to console their daughter...
But somehow, it felt in his soul, that it was going to be a long week for him and his wife because he didn't know why. But something bad just happened, it was on his core, and Mother Nature warned him, about Dawn watching the pay-per-view...
It seemed that not just his daughter, but also his wife shed tears about what happened... And that made the druid patriarch wonder, what the hell happened on the show to cause such tears in his family? How bad it was? Just on the next day, he would find out, and he had fear of knowing the answer.
The sisters couldn't find energy anymore, from the suspense, the horror, and from the tears they saw in Izzy's eyes... It was too much for them, both Jane and Sky had to hug themselves and cry for half an hour to process everything that happened.
The first moment about the challenge, everything seemed to have been okay, and they laughed at some interaction of Owen simply pushing Izzy to Chef, and how she beat him down, they thought it was just a simple idiotic thing Owen just did to a girl... But then when the real serial killer appeared, how did he hurt Eva to the point she got bleeding and seriously hurt? The suspense was too much. And they felt horrified about her elimination because she desperately needed to go to the hospital.
But what broke the girls, was the revelation of why Izzy was so mad, they found out more about her, her military way of life, and why she was so mad at Owen, and they never processed that information before... they thought it was just a simple thing they would forget in the future, but when Izzy told them her thought process... it was impossible to argue with it. Owen could have killed Izzy if it was the true Serial Killer, 29 centimeters was literally a ruler size, and having their lives at risk by someone pushing them to death?
Owen pulled a Trent on Izzy, and that was a sin that most fans would forget or forgive.
"The blog tomorrow is going to destroy him," Jane commented as Sky felt the pain of Izzy, from the fact Izzy said she belonged on the Killer Bass before changing teams, and that was hurtful to hear because it was true. Since she had to change places with Katie and Sadie to be together, if she hadn't done that, she would have remained on Killer Bass and had become one strong power for them.
They always thought Owen and Izzy were meant to be with each other... but after that night, everyone from work and school who never watched the Pay-per-view will notice many shouting curses at Owen for being a coward like that.
Some would defend him for being a good guy... but Trent was also like that, both committed a terrible and mortal mistake... And it will take a long time for them to get in the good graces of the public again.
But now, Izzy deserved to use Condor's word. Since she was an honorary Killer Bass before the exchange, she was broken at that moment.
Nobody blames her for the decision she is making on that night.
"And that's my plan after my departure," Izzy commented as she was finishing her nachos, with Chef already having dark circles on his eyes, but solemnly listening to every word carefully from the girl who needed so much to vent. "Thank you, Chief, for everything."
"It's what I can do for my soldiers," Chef commented as he then glanced around... and now that the cameras were deactivated. "Izzy, since you are a billionaire, I want to make a proposition for you."
Izzy looked at the commander who helped her, and when he usually was in his scummy voice, this time it seemed that he was in serious mode to talk to her.
"I don't know if this show will have more seasons, if will have a green light after today's episode, but in case we would need to bring back the contestants... I would like you to return." Chef commented as Izzy had her eyes wide open, as she remembered the words on how many seasons the show would have in the future. "I got a challenge from the producers, and I need at least 2 campers to at least one of them to win the next season... if I win I want to gain half of the prize, but also I will be able to gain a thing that I want so much... and I would like to ask you to do it."
"You want me to be in an alliance?" Izzy asked, as she got herself remembering what happened to her in the future when she denied the offer from the Chef, about the time she lost against Duncan in acting, which was salt in her wounds... But she remained in control of her feelings. Especially the person who trained her was looking at her in seriousness, and knowing that he could trust her... Izzy decided to make a difference in her life. "I will accept if Ezekiel is in."
"What?" Chef blinked as Izzy got up from her seat, and stared at him.
"You said 2 right? Let me and Ezekiel do it. If we two go there in the next season, we are going to win. And that way you win whatever you want." Izzy commented as the military man never thought to hear from his soldier before, he remembered that girl talked about him in her stories, but to know that she trusted her future on him? "I believe in him... please, give us a chance..."
Chef remained quiet, but thought about the challenges the group had... and indeed the boy was there, like a soldier until the end, even in his worst sickness won a war, showed military strategy, and even created a supreme stink bomb... Chef would have thought Izzy would have trust in nobody after the challenge, but for her to trust that boy. Chef saw something that he never thought before, determination and the desire to continue to fight but stronger than ever.
"Alright soldier, at the moment you find him, tell him about our alliance, and that way we can win the next season." Chef Hatchet smirked, as Izzy gave another hug at him. "Now stop with the hugs soldier, and prepare yourself to rest, it has been a long time and it's 5 a.m. And I refuse to let my soldier not rest after rambling with her commander, now MARCH LIDER OF INFANTILE SQUAD."
"SIR, YES SIR," Izzy shouted happily, but before she was going to leave Chef once again called.
"Ohh... and about the coward who left in front of the enemy, you have my permission to punish him before leaving the island. And I will make my own sort of punishment for him in the future, but for now. You can have some fun..." Chef chuckled as he remembered something from the past when the little girl became the type to punish someone from her squad. "I recall there was a persona you created whenever someone messed up on the squad... what was the name again? Ex. ext. exa..."
"Explosivo," Izzy murmured, as Chef snapped his fingers in recognizement.
"Oh her, yes... have fun." Chef Hatchet commented, as the girl marched outside of the Main Lodge... leaving the military veteran alone with his thoughts... "Fuck...it was a shitstorm."
The cook got up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen, with how crazy everything went... he never thought things like that would have turned upside down drastically, and from a situation like that, even at it happened with one of his squad, he needed to talk about it.
It has been years since the incident, and probably it was still a sore subject to talk about, but he had been avoiding that day for so long, for an accident which happened in the middle of a sparring, he sometimes wondered if was her who didn't forgive him, or if was him who didn't forgive himself for that shit happening, but the damage was done, and he clearly needed to speak to her again.
He glanced at the picture of his wallet, where it showed nobody other than a smaller and skinny version of a person who seemed to be almost bulky but smaller than the Jamaican who was on the island, a blonde and skinny boy, a black haired girl who had paled skin and a girl of brownish and orange hair, all sitting together in military suits on a time they were in the weekend off from a mission. Even as the annoying mascot the boy had it. In the end, the quartet worked together in so many operations, and the quartet became great friends, but the time he left for Vietnam was something that made him more serious, and even learned about the worst things about humanity.
Chef calmly took the telephone and still remembered the same number he always used to talk to whenever he wanted to speak with his friend... After a few minutes, a person took the phone.
"Kim, we need to talk about your daughter, if you saw the episode, you know why I called..." Chef commented and the voice was in silence for a second... until the same familiar voice commented, something he hadn't heard for years. But was glad to hear her voice again...
"What's the sitch?" The female voice asked as Chef decided to tell everything that happened from his encounter with the ginger girl. Like mother, like daughter.
"It's been a while, McLean. You left them there to rot. Why are you here again? Because of guilt? Because of sympathy? Or is it because you can't stand the blames being sent to you for something you did? You're just doing this because you miss being the good guy in the eyes of others. Who cares anyway? Just find them. Hope you find good news. And pray you don't end up the same way you think they did."
It had been chaos, those words were heard at the time he found himself taking a boat back around to the island, he wasn't alone, and he didn't recognize who had been with him... But one thing he knew for sure... A serial killer had been around that island, and he had left the first boat while leaving all the campers alone with him.
And at the time Chris got there, he discovered there were rules that should be followed, or something terrible was going to happen to him... And to his surprise, the first person he found... Was Ezekiel, from all the people, it had been one of whom he saw in such a horrifying way...
Ezekiel: Find him quickly. ( Dismembered and scattered all over the island by The Man in the Woods.)
Then came Lindsay as the second victim - Backstabbers get what they deserve ( Got her mouth sewn shut alive before getting thrown off a cliff by The Man in the Woods.
Then Sadie: Be aware of the differences (Fed to a pack of wolves caused by The Man in the Woods.)
Then the sugar candy Justin: Don't look at his face (Face cut off before getting his body dumped into a river.)
Beth: Once you see her, don't turn around (Head bashed into a boulder while leaving her mouth in a permanent smile.)
Then Tyler: Everything is okay /To not engage him (Elongated and tortured by a wrack used by The Man in the Woods)
Noah: Mind your business (Strangled with a Rope and stabbed before having his body thrown into a lake.)
Bridgette: Don't start a fight you can't finish (Thrown into a pit of fire, causing her to get burnt to death.)
Geoff and Owen who were fused together: Give him what he wishes/ Give it to him now (Dismembered by the Man in the Woods with a machete and had his head and right arm sewn onto Owen Waterflower./ Knocked out with a bat by The Man in the Woods, then had Geoff's head and right arm sewn on him.)
DJ: Don't ever harm nature (Pushed off a hill by The Man in the Woods. Body was never found.)
Trent: Never interrupt him (Impaled with several meat hooks after catching him with a bear trap, and got his vocal cords flayed out of his mouth.)
Harold: Don't mess with things that aren't yours (Head slammed 2 times into a table then into a TV by The Man in the Woods.)
Courtney: Never deny your wrongdoings (Leg snapped and was hung on several hooks in a dance position on the stage by The Man In the Woods.)
And then... Heather... (Decapitated with a chainsaw before having her head left in the fridge.) "LEAVE THIS ISLAND NOW." It was the shout which made from many hairs, and it was enough for him to finally understand what happened. It was the worst of his fears... and he couldn't do anything...
Until he saw the boat where he was supposed to leave... however... the boat departed with the campers and the survivors, while he was left alone on the cursed island... and at that moment, the ghosts got him...
"Did you really think you can run away this time? And avoid the consequences again? What a fool. This is the punishment you deserve. And you will be locked out of heaven for all eternity."
"NO, NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Chris woke up screaming from the terrible nightmare he had on his bed... knowing clearly that the situation had been way worse than he imagined. And from a single psychopath coming at the island, the damage it had done on the dream was so much that he felt his heart beating way too fast, and his chest tightening in pain and fear...
The host of the show... planned for them to get hurt in a hilarious way, and it was supposed to be just a single scaring challenge. But to have a real serial killer? It had been affecting him, affecting everyone... And for the first time, when the telephone rang... The host of the show walked at it, and instead of his fearful and nervous call around accepting whatever the producers would say. His eyes were with a bloodshot.
"HOW THE FUCK A SERIAL KILLER WAS ABLE TO GET INSIDE OF THE ISLAND? " Chris shouted as the fusion of anger and fear, from all the stress he had, he lashed out to his producers which usually would have been a bad idea, but he didn't care, he wasn't going to take the blame for that. "YOU GUYS TOLD ME THAT THIS ISLAND MOST DANGEROUS THINGS WOULD BE THE ANIMALS AND THE CHALLENGES, SO HOW THE FUCK A SERIAL KILLER WITH A CHAINSAW AND A HOOK MANAGED TO GET INSIDE OF THIS ISLAND?"
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"Okay, okay. I'm calm." Chris said as he composed himself from the stressful morning he had, and from the terrible night he wasn't sure if he preferred to have been awake instead of sleeping. "But yes, I have no idea how it turned out like that. It was a scary challenge, and now we have a situation that was great for the ratings, but if we are not delicate around this, there will be a guaranteed lawsuit for everyone. So tell me, what to do."
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"Okay, it seems, wait hold on. How much was the reward for capturing the serial killer again?" Chris commented as he heard the response of the producers. "Okay, 20 thousand dollars is very good for Eva as a way to pay for her to not continue on the show, and the medical treatment?"
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"Okay, it has been nothing serious, thank God, we have avoided a lot of lawsuits with that, but there were also other things we had to proceed around, the security and the risk of the campers getting hurt again, what are we going to do?" Chris commented as he waited for more instructions, and he was humming from the information. "Okay, we have money to hire interns, so hiring interns from the medicine area will be a great way to add on the challenge... and for the budget, maybe we could hire some cadets in training. Maybe 2 newbie cadets and we can give them teasers and weapons in case we have a danger again."
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"It's everything we could do with the budget... wait, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE ALL THAT FROM MY HAIR GEL BUDGETTE? YOU WEASEL... WHAT? JUST BECAUSE I SHOUT AT YOU? IT WAS YOUR IDEA TO USE THIS ISLAND, AND NOW YOU ARE BLAMING ME?" Chris turned the game of blame once again, but it seemed that he couldn't do anything, but he had to gulp his pride and accept. "Okay, maybe I can use a little less of my hair gel... but that's because I want to be sure that you will hire the new interns for our security. Fine, I will leave the process of paying her medical bill too. Remember, this isn't only your show that is in line, but my career as well, and you guys need me. Nice, good day..."
At the moment the telephone was off, the host sat down on his own bed, and tried to calm down... it was a risky move, but he secured his career and showed the upper hand. Sometimes he loved the producers for paying him money for a job that he loves, but sometimes he hated them for taking out his money for also not being aware of some shit happening without him happening.
He just wished to go back to sleep, but thankfully someone started to knock on the door of his trailer... And between returning to a nightmare that will scare him for the rest of the day, or remaining awake a bit more, the choice was obvious.
But Chris couldn't help but be surprised to see Chef who didn't also give a single wink of sleep.
"Chef?" Chris asked as he saw the bulk man holding a few suitcases which made him look at the military man in surprise. "Please tell me that you aren't going to quit your job."
"No you buffon, I'm taking a few days off," Chef replied as Chris Mclain blinked at what the cook had said to him. "I'm going to be a few days out of this island, need to see my mother and granny, catch up with some friends, and that stuff. I will be out probably 3 or 4 days."
Chris blinked as the person in front of him didn't say the words he thought he would say.
"But what about the others?" Chris commented about the campers who were on the show, but he could see the annoying face of the Chef, who looked impatient but also did not care about his opinion.
"Order them some pizza, bring Chinese food, I don't care, these kids just dealt with a Serial Killer, Chris, they watched a girl being stabbed by a psychopath while she broke his arms and legs, and while she overcame that, it's clear that nobody is fine around this show Chris," Chef remarked angrily as the host of the show flinched from the words which remind him of the nightmare. "I'm not going to cook crap food for them for surviving on the battlefield, sometimes everyone needs a day off..."
"Right," Chris commented, as he could accept that things escalated beyond his control, and for the damaging control he and the producers have been making around it since the last night, it showed that it clearly things got out of hand. "You're right, maybe we need to just tone down, just for this week."
"Good, I'm going to leave right now. And if I were you, I would also take a few days to relax," Chef commented as he could see the host still shaken from what happened, he wasn't sure why, but the tiny wimp man was trying to hold himself together but he was doing a terrible job at it.
"Yeah, I will do it. But first I need to make sure to tell the camera crew about what to edit on the episode, then I will do it." Chris commented as he could see the cook raising his eyebrow at him, which made him roll his eyes. "I'm fine, now go, have your day off or whatever. I want to see you in a few days."
Chef chuckled, but with that, he took his suitcases and left... Leaving Chris to spend a few hours to prepare himself. Takes a shower and carefully uses his hair gel which he will need to administrate in the future. He would need everything to be sure of how things will go.
And by seeing the camera crew, some answers must be answered. Most of the editors were in a rush and watching scene by scene, trying to find the good close scenes, and even checking the sound of the microphones working in their favor. But there was one biggest issue happening around.
"Sir, we have the entire recording of everything around the island from the last 24 hours." One of the members explained as Chris examined around the long duration of what happened around the show. "It's been difficult to edit everything to 21 minutes since there are too many scenes that it would be missing."
Chris looked at the screens, and from all the shitstorms happening on the day before, many things happened and 5 hours looked like an eternity, and from seeing that at the moment that episode would be on air... He needed to make sure to not hide anything because it would be worse if they were found in court, so he made the important decision.
"Do an episode of 1 hour," Chris commented as the camera crew paused, and everyone stared at the host of the show who usually would have his smirk, but this time was replaced with a serious face and a deep frown... "They took my hair gel money, so let's expose everything, showing that we have nothing to hide, and we are taking care of the situation."
"But sir." One of the camera crew stared in surprise and wanted to intervene, but Chris immediately interrupted him.
"The producers already gave a green light, we need to do damage control, now. I need a camera, and someone to help me write the disclaimer script, because the people who watched on the Pay-per-view probably are sharing the news of what happened, so in case we save our face, we need to show that even after the moment the episode was done and the mistakes were made. We are taking care of the situation." Chris said as the camera crew remained in silence but nodded their heads at him, ready to make a round of him explaining what was going to happen.
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"Alright, I hope you guys are ready," Chris commented as he sat in front of the camera, with his hair well-made, and even with makeup to hide his tired face on camera. And at the moment the film started rolling, it was show time. "The episode you all just watched was a mere record of the events which happened yesterday. The news regarding Eva was that she is stable, and the damage caused to her body, thankfully the hook missed an artery by millimeters which means the girl is now under treatment and ready to recover... She won't return since she had to remain at the hospital for treatment, but for her capture of the serial killer with a chainsaw and a hook, she got the reward for his capture of 20 thousand dollars, which by fair in my opinion a good reward for her heroism. The Total Drama Island show will pay for her medical expertise and hope that her recovery will be done quickly giving that crazy woman another day to hurt another person. "
Chris used that time to let sink, the information as he took a few seconds to continue explaining the events.
"The campers will not have challenges for a week, since each of them needs a recovery from the events which happened. So in case you are worried about them, the pay-per-view will still be rolling, while the crew and I won't record another episode of the show for a week, since each of us will need to step down and let it sink about the lives who were in danger from the last challenge. From a circumstance that it didn't happen because of me." Chris commented as the camera crew looked at each other, but let their boss speak his mind. "The campers will take it easy until they recover from this, and then we will return to our show like it always has been. And for the disclaimer of the show, you had watched blood, betrayal, broken bones, and potential mental scars for many campers. And this is awesome for the audience and for the show, however terrible for people who almost lose their lives because of dangerous criminals traveling across Canada. Since that, our production has been hiring interns from the medicine expertise, if you are interested in helping the campers while getting experience in dealing with all kinds of wounds and weird sicknesses... you can apply to enter. And about our security, we are hiring Cadets for our national police academy which will be the new security protocol in case of future criminals have in mind to appear in the show... I'm Chris McLean, and I will see you on the next episode of Total Drama Island."
Inside the police academy, the principal's office exuded an air of authority and professionalism. The room was spacious, with walls adorned by framed certificates and commendations, showcasing the academy's prestigious history. A large wooden desk dominated the center of the room, meticulously organized with files and paperwork. Behind the desk sat the principal officer, a stern yet distinguished man whose presence commanded respect.
The principal officer himself was a formidable figure, with a commanding presence and sharp, piercing eyes that missed nothing. His neatly trimmed mustache added an air of gravitas to his demeanor, accentuating his no-nonsense approach to leadership.
"You may be wondering why I called you both today," he began, his voice firm and unwavering. "I have called you two since I received a request application for potential cadets who would be inside of a television show that recently received an intruder who seemed to be a serial killer."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "Now they are safe from the danger, but not without one of their contestants suffering some collateral damage, and since they are hiring cadets willing to do crazy stuff for potential grades and a small salary, I decided to choose you two for this operation."
The principal officer leaned forward, his expression serious as he addressed them directly. "You remember the seminar you received and swore upon yourselves at the time you started your training. And with the practical training around the chaotic world of the reality shows, it will give you a great advantage in dealing with all kinds of people."
He paused, his gaze unwavering as he looked at each cadet in turn. "So I have faith in both of you... Cadet Sanders, and Cadet MacArthur. Do not disappoint our academy."
The duo stood at attention, their resolve evident in their posture as they responded in unison, "Sir, yes sir..." Their voices were crisp and disciplined, a testament to their dedication to their training and duty. With a final salute, they awaited their instructions, ready to embark on their mission with determination and professionalism.