Welcome back.
A quarter of the campers are gone. It's halfway until the merge with Eva leaving us last chapter. How will things fare for everybody?
Here's a question for you reviewers: How is my writing? Are there any problems with the way I write dialogue or character interactions? I usually find it difficult to write scenes with a large number of characters within it (i.e. the mess hall or the amphitheater).
Find out this week on Up The Creek!
The camera flashed back to Chris sitting comfortably on a chair, curling the previously executed camper's dumbbells.
As he counted 'thirty' he set down the dumbbell, coughed to clear his throat, and flashed a smiley grin at the camera.
"Welcome back to Total! Drama! Island!" He said. "Last time, we saw our cast face their greatest fears!" The camera flashed from Beth diving into a pool of leeches to Tyler stiffening in fear of chickens.
"It was hilarious! Gwen was trapped underground for hours and went unconscious!" The camera flashed to a buried Gwen cursing and smashing her fist against the glass interior of her glass coffin.
"I really should be more careful with our TV stars… nah… too much effort and it makes good TV when they die suddenly!" Chris stood up from his chair and began strutting down the Dock of Shame.
"The two besties also put their friendship to the test when the fat twin got herself zapped by the skinny twin!" The camera cut back to the previous episode where Katie activated her friend's collar with a remote, causing Sadie to receive painful shocks.
"Another notable event was our delinquent facing his fear inside the treacherous boathouse!" The camera flashed to Duncan closing the boathouse door to see the mortifying ghastly corpses of the previously executed campers before dashing out of the entrance as quickly as a cartoon character.
Chris let out a small, sick laugh of insanity. "But the star moment of last night's episode was when Little Miss Brutus finally got sheared off the competition!"
The camera flashed once more to Chef throwing the bully's still corpse onto the ground. The right side of her face was peeling off from the treadmill used for her execution, revealing skin, then bone, then blood, then brain. Small peelings from her face ended up on the sweet summer grass beside her. Otherwise, she looked completely at peace with herself for a painful death.
"I'm gonna miss her, and all the chaos she caused…" Chris shrugged and smiled. "Eh. Not really. It puts me on the edge of my seat to watch who dies next! Speaking of which, who do you think it will be? And how do you think our campers will fare today? Keep yourselves in your seats to witness this week: Up The Creek, on Total! Drama! Island!"
Theme Song
A flickering lightbulb buzzed above from an awakening competitor. Her vision went from darkness to blurred, slowly regaining sight.
The second thing she noticed after the glowing light was an oxygen mask wrapped around her mouth, pumping oxygen directly into her respiratory system.
Grateful for the plentiful of oxygen entering her, she took in a deep breath.
Her vision was finally clearing, not too sharp, but clear enough to identify where she was: the infirmary tent.
The girl, Gwen, brushed her teal hair out of her eyes and slowly sat up carefully on the infirmary bed.
She looked around the room and saw the standard equipment for nursing quarters, cheap as the show would buy, but still effective.
After taking in another deep breath, her eyes darted to a familiar green object in the corner of the tent, almost blending with the color of the tent's tarp.
A green wheelchair, the one DJ and Eva had both used. She immediately connected the dots.
I guess that explains who left us yesterday… Good thing we won, I guess… I didn't almost die for nothing…
She rubbed her eyes with her hand, feeling something wrapped around her fist as she rubbed it against her face: bandages.
The memory of her banging her fist against the glass, causing it to bleed, quickly came to her mind. She brought down the less bloody hand and observed it.
Red liquid could still be seen staining the side of her hand, exactly between her pinky and wrist, but it was being covered up by the white bandages around it.
After observing it a bit more she brought her arms up and stretched.
At the same moment, the large black cook entered through the flaps of the tent.
"Good, you're awake." He said in his old rough voice, not bothering to acknowledge the goth further, and walked to the countertops to gather something.
Gwen blinked a bit, letting her vision calibrate back to normal. She knew better than to insult Chef and cut straight to the point. "So. Am I fine?" Her raspy voice was clouded through the oxygen mask around her mouth.
Chef nodded, not taking his eyes on whatever he was fiddling with.
"Yup. Your team won yesterday. Brutus-ette was eliminated."
Gwen turned to her right, her eyes straight at the green wheelchair. "I can tell…"
Chef nodded as he finished organizing the countertop and brought out some pills.
"Damned girl was foolish to piss off her team. Here, take these, they'll make your hand less painful."
The loner reached out to them before stopping. She remembered what happened yesterday after trusting Chris and Chef the day before.
"Don't worry, they won't do anything bad to yah, there ain't any cameras in here anyways, so there's no point in pointless suffering."
Gwen pulled off her oxygen and gobbled down the pills, before raising an eyebrow at Chef's last statement.
"So… why do you even do this? You know, why you're on the show? Why do all of this sick shit in the first place?" Gwen leaned back in her bed as Chef froze, letting out a bitter attitude at the tough cook.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Chef sighed.
"It ain't my place to tell you much 'bout the show, but if I'll tell you anything, it's that pretty boy Chris has hired me to do whatever he pleases: For him, the audience, and the show."
Chef turned away and went over to the sink to rinse his hands as Gwen sat in thought.
After Chef finished cleansing his hands of bacteria, he continued in his rough voice.
"I'm just doin' my job. Don't mean I enjoy it." Chef spat as he dried his hands with a towel.
Gwen was slightly agitated by the multitasked cook and gave a bitter rebuttal. "It just means you're sick in the head, you and everyone in this hellhole show."
Chef shrugged before heading out the flaps, not saying a word to the dazed goth.
"Assholes," Gwen murmured before lying back down in her bed.
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen rubbed her eyes with her bandaged hand while sitting against the confessional wall. She was still fatigued from losing consciousness, but functional.
"Yesterday was awful, to say the least. At least we won, otherwise it'd probably be me dying..."
She let out a sigh, looking up at the flies buzzing around the flickering lightbulb, lost in thought but unable to let words leave from her mouth.
"I don't even know why I bother to talk to this stupid thing. What's even the point?"
Gwen kicked her leg at the side of the confessional before opening the door to leave.
(End Confessional: Gwen)
Four female gophers slept peacefully in their beds as the sun rose to morning, almost as if they had forgotten about the competition as a whole.
But the show came back to bite them when Chris let the loudspeaker screech and cackled into it.
"Rise and shine campers! Get ready, eat your slop, and get down to the center of the campgrounds!" Chris's voice screeched through the cheap loudspeaker.
LeShawna quickly rose from the alert and bumped her head on the bunk above where an absent Gwen was.
She clutched the top of her skull in pain and whined. "I swear, that jackass has some fetish with torturing kids. When I get my hands on him…"
"We know, you'll smack his ass to smithereens, you don't need to remind us." Heather interrupted with a groan.
No comment was given by LeShawna, she had somewhat gotten used to the song and dance of bickering with Heather over the most minute of details. Plus, she was drowsy.
Beth, who was above and woken from the loudspeaker and more alerted by LeShawna bumping her head on the bottom of Beth's bed, narrowed her eyes at the Queen Bee.
"I'll never understand you, two nights ago, you would've died if it wasn't for Trent, but you still act like a complete bitch." Beth lisped with each word.
"You got that right, homegirl," LeShawna added, exiting her bed.
"Shut up, miss piggy. I have confidence in myself, I am pretty and popular after all." Heather flicked her hair as she got out of her bed. Her hair seemingly was perfect, not tainted by the poor quality of the bed.
LeShawna averted her glare from Heather to Katie, who was lying in her bed deep in her own thoughts, presumably about her bestie the night before.
"More like you have confidence in other's who do your dirty work…"
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna sassily sat against the side of the confessional.
"I ain't a fool. A tiebreaker with Heather against Beth meant that four people voted for Heather: aka me, Beth, Gwen, and supposedly Cody. I have doubts about Cody's intentions, but ever since Trent made himself bear food, it seems as if he's gotten his ass straight."
LeShawna adjusted herself in the confessional to a more comfortable position before continuing.
"The Queen of Mean seems as if she's gotten herself a couple of minions wrapped up in some sort of alliance. Also known as the twiggy wonder twin, turkey legs, and Justin."
She mentioned the last name with a dreamy aura before returning back to her strategy talk.
"Out of the four in my circle, I'm the strongest one, so I gotta knit ourselves tighter and find a way to weaken Heather…"
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
(Confessional: Heather)
Heather filed her nails, not batting an eye at the camera.
"I know I almost died at the tiebreaker a few challenges ago, but as of now, with Noah's scheming like a weasel, it's almost guaranteed that we get the power over the rest of those losers."
The mean girl finished filing her nails and looked up at the camera.
"Honestly, it seems unfair that I've gotten placed on a team with complete losers. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm the only competent one on our team."
"Sure, my teammates can call me whatever they want, but they can't deny that I'm the most useful member of my team."
(End Confessional: Heather)
(Confessional: Katie)
Katie sighed as she leaned against the wall, hugging her legs.
"I hope Sadie isn't too upset about… you know…
I just wish that she'd understand! She's wrapped up in some sort of dreamworld and won't snap out it!"
The skinnier BFFFL's voice began cracking as she tried to prevent tears from falling out of her eyes.
"I did it for us! If we're weak, we'd die! Why can't she just see it that way…"
(End Confessional: Katie)
As the girl's side of the cabin withered to a population of two with Heather exiting the room and Katie exiting shortly after, Beth sat down on an available wooden chair and leaned back into it.
"She has way too much ego for her own good. Not even an electrocution execution can put her in her place…"
LeShawna raised an eyebrow at the wannabe. She was surprised by her sudden switch in attitude compared to her mopiness the day prior.
"Look who's jovial now, I thought you were just gonna mope around for the next week about you know who."
The short brunette girl looked up and nodded. "Hey, if people are gonna die, might as well live on for them."
The black girl let out a small smile at her. "That's the spirit, hon."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna gave a soft smile as she looked at the camera.
"I like Beth, she's got some confidence issues, but she keeps it real. Doesn't mean I'm gonna give my own life up for her though."
LeShawna's soft smile swiftly switched to a tough look.
"But hey, if I don't get out of here, I hope she does…"
The ghetto girl shuddered at the thought before the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Birds chirping could be heard from within the Gopher boy's cabin. However such noises were overshadowed by the screeching megaphone awaking the three remaining Gopher boys.
Sunrays skewered through the windows and into the room, onto the crushed bed Owen had demolished accidentally on the first day.
The two weaker gopher members groaned as they got out of bed.
Justin let out a yawn and a stretch.
"Doesn't Chris realize that getting an improper amount of sleep will make me more ugly?"
Cody rubbed his eyes. "How's that the most important thing right now?"
Justin rubbed his chiseled chin, appreciating every detail of it. "When you're as sexy as me, you'll understand."
The bookworm nudged the other scrawny kid. "Big talk about Justin's prioritizations when just last week you couldn't keep your mouth shut about your horniness."
The tech geek rolled his eyes at Noah.
"Okay, true, but I change quickly. My hormones were just going batshit insane from this island. This place does crazy stuff to you, man."
The High-IQ Indian shrugged. "Fair enough."
The beautiful beast, who had started ignoring the scrawny boy's blabbering, pulled out a mirror and observed himself to pluck out any unwanted hairs.
Noah sighed before leaning back into his bed. Although it was uncomfortable compared to other mattresses, it was the softest thing around.
(Confessional: Noah)
The Indian bookworm rubbed his hands together, giving a blank expression.
"I gotta sway Cody to my side if we want to get the majority on the team, otherwise, I'd have to go with plan B, which I'm not all too enthusiastic about…"
Noah scratched the back of his head in thought about the ominous 'plan B' before the camera turned to static.
(End Confessional: Noah)
As Noah made himself comfy in his bed, he closed his eyes and began speaking.
"Our team is pretty dysfunctional, all things considered."
The short brunette perked up at the bookworm's words.
"Yeah? How?"
Noah rolled his eyes. Wasn't it obvious?
"Well, for starters, the two of us aren't physically strong, no matter how crafty or smart we can be."
Cody nodded, as much as he hated it, it was true.
"Justin is the literal definition of Vanity."
Justin flexed his biceps in the mirror sexily, enough to increase the temperature in the room by ten degrees.
"Beth and Katie aren't very strong either, physically or mentally."
"I don't even know if Gwen's awake, alive, or in a coma."
With all the turmoil yesterday, and a good night's rest, Cody had completely forgotten about Gwen becoming unconscious due to lack of oxygen.
"LeShawna's alright sometimes and can do pretty good in challenges, but is always bickering with Heather."
"Speaking of, do I really need to explain?"
Cody opened his mouth to speak, before being interrupted by a glass-shattering scream from the girl's side of the cabin.
"Heather is Heather." Cody shrugged.
"Exactly, at least with being on a team of losers, each and every one of us shares the burden of being potential targets." Noah continued on.
Cody nodded. "I wish Trent was here. Not only was he really helpful in challenges, but he was also a pretty cool dude."
The High IQ's mind lingered back to Trent, who was brutally mauled by a vicious bear two days prior. In the atmosphere of the island, it was surprisingly easy to lose track of who was alive and who was 'absent'. He had rarely spoken to the guitarist, usually just greeting him in the morning or during the challenges, but it was still offsetting to see him die so abruptly.
His mind wandered back to the cabin and he let out a sigh.
"That's why this isn't the place to make friends or get attached to anybody: one of them will have to die anyway."
The tech geek raised an eyebrow at Noah. "Much the optimist?"
The schemer curled up from his bed and sat on the comfy blanket.
"Meh. Look at the other team for example, the beach blonde couple is getting their act on together, thinking they'll both have a shot at getting out of here, when everyone else is thinking the same. It's a depressing thought, sure, but it's the truth. Better anyone else than me."
(Confessional: Cody)
Cody stretched as he leaned against the side of the confessional, dragging his finger against the side of the confessional wall, where various marks of damage from previous confessionals were.
"I miss Trent a lot, even more than Lindsay, he helped me out a lot, I got to survive for him. Perhaps Noah can give me good advice too, he is pretty smart after all…"
Cody stretched his arms up.
"But if I do want to get out of here alive, I got to start thinking strategically and I can be pretty crafty sometimes. I'm already on good terms with most of the girls and can probably try to keep myself under the radar so I don't get chopped soon. Noah's right about our team is weaker than the Bass, after all, with all of those muscular men on the bass…"
(End Confessional: Cody)
The prairie boy homeschooler had just finished his morning walk along the shoreline. It had become a daily habit of his, where he would be left alone with himself and his memories.
Ezekiel flicked a booger into the ocean as he stumbled towards the main center of the camp, where a certain surfer girl was sitting back in a lawn chair.
She looked up and spotted the toque-wearing farm boy.
"Hey, Zeke, can I talk with you for a minute? I heard that you're the 'team therapist' and I just want to vent a bit."
The farmer boy smiled. He had no idea what a 'therapist' was and what 'venting' was either, but he was glad that people, besides Tyler and Harold, were eager to talk with him.
"Sure, how are you, eh?"
Bridgette took a deep breath.
"Not doing great."
The prairie boy nodded while fumbling his fingers together.
"Understandable, eh. I don't exactly know many people who are excited about death."
The pacifist shuddered at the prairie boy's blunt usage of the word death.
"Yeah. Except when I'm with Geoff, I always feel nervous here… I can't get my mind off… dying... It just scares me so much…"
A small smile was let out of Zeke's face as he searched for encouraging words.
"Well, that is why you should try to enjoy your time here while it lasts, eh?"
"That's what I'm trying to do. Relax with Geoff and forget about the future. Even if Geoff isn't the smartest or someone I can really talk to about these things, he's comforting."
"I'm glad that you two find happiness with each other."
"I do, but the thing I really want to talk about is Courtney."
Bridgette had a lot to say about Courtney, to say the least. She was tired of her relentless attitude and relieved to finally be able to let her frustrations her out.
Ezekiel had not much to say about Courtney. He knew that she had a fiery temper, but was a natural-born leader, all things considered. From what he could gather, Courtney had the exact opposite philosophy that Ezekiel had and was determined to motivate her team to victory and more importantly, get herself out alive and well.
"What about her, eh? She seems bossy."
A sigh came out of Bridgette's mouth.
"Exactly. When I first arrived on the island, I was in shambles. I thought Courtney was nice when she tried to cheer me up when we first went to our cabins, but ever since, she's just been yelling at us, relentlessly. I mean, you've seen her, right?"
The nose picker nodded as he brushed away a booger onto his pants, not seen by Bridgette who kept her eyes on the tidal waves.
"I wish Courtney would just cool it sometimes… Every time she yells at us, it just stresses me out, even when I'm around Geoff. All she does is make me feel more like a failure. Whether it's doing crappy in dodgeball, not facing my fear, or getting lost in the woods, for crying out loud, she doesn't have anything sophisticated to say except berating me with complaints."
Bridgette avoided mentioning one instance of Courtney getting upset at her for breaking her violin, it was admittedly her fault after all.
"Even if I try to defend myself, she seemingly doesn't care at all… I know she wants to motivate us to 'do our best' but I do try. I am trying to toughen up, as Eva said we should. I just… don't know what to do…"
Zeke, who had now sat down on the beach sands besides the lawn chair, looked up at the surfer girl who finished ranting.
"Well… uh… have you talked with Courtney about her problems?"
The pacifist nodded. "Not really, I try to defend myself from her nagging, but I don't think I, or anybody here, has really told her to cool it… I just don't have the courage to tell her that to her face…"
Ezekiel shook his head.
"I'm not talking about the problem of her bossy attitude. Have you thought why Courtney acts this way?"
"Um. To motivate us, I thought that was obvious."
"And why does she want to motivate you, eh?"
"Because she wants us to live, I already know this."
"But what you may not consider, is why Courtney motivates you so harshly. It's because she's stressed. That's why she keeps demanding to be the team leader. That's why she's so bossy, eh?"
Bridgette hugged her legs up to her chest, sitting up in the lawn chair.
"Huh. I guess I haven't considered how Courtney's feeling too much…"
Ezekiel nodded.
"That's why you should talk to her about it. Her worries are harmful, eh. That's why I try to preach acceptance."
"Why don't you talk with her about her stress then? You're the 'team therapist' after all."
Ezekiel picked up a handful of sand before letting it drip from his cold hands.
"The two of you will get along better if you try to relieve her of her stress."
The surfer girl nodded. "Thanks, Zeke. I'll remember that if I get time to talk with Courtney today."
Zeke smiled, glad to help out another camper. He would not let the island's despair get to him, and he would try his best not to let the despair get to other campers either.
His smile turned into a questioning look. "Uh, one more thing, Bridgette."
She raised an eyebrow as the prairie boy asked: "What's a there-a-piss?"
Bridgette smiled. How could someone so wise be so clueless at the same time?
"It's someone who helps other people out with their feelings."
(Confessional: Bridgette)
She let out a sigh as she leaned against the damaged confessional wall. The confessional had seen better days and was deteriorating the same way as the campers were dwindling.
"I'm glad I finally got my issues with Courtney off my chest. Geoff's not exactly someone I can talk to about my frustrations, no matter how much I love him…"
Bridgette blushed in the thought of Geoff.
"Though, next time I see Courtney, I should talk with her. I sorta see it, how she can be uptight from her stress. I know for a fact that there's a kind person under there, right?"
(End Confessional: Bridgette)
(Confessional: Ezekiel)
Ezekiel picked his nose and rubbed it against the tormented confessional wall.
"I don't know much. But I think I make a good there-a-piss, eh?"
(End Confessional: Ezekiel)
The camera switched over to the mess hall. The poor unfortunate souls had already begun chowing down on their breakfast, served 'fresh' from Chef Hatchet.
After a few days of only having Chef's food to eat, one would think they'd get used to his cooking, but each day would provide a new meal that broke the previous barrier of disgust.
This morning's meal was 'cereal' which was just small bits of bread floating around in milk.
An octopus tentacle, about four feet long, came out of Beth's bowl of cereal and grabbed her utensils before retreating back into the bowl, causing the wannabe to push her bowl away from the table. Nobody seemed to notice or care.
Many gopher members were glad to see Gwen alive and well, sans her bandaged hand.
Gwen rambled on and on about her dreadful disdain for Chris and the production team, especially after her near-death experience while buried underground yesterday.
Sadie was sending glares towards her bestie. Katie tried to ignore them, focusing her eyes on her 'food' but could feel guilt from her glare crawling up her back.
Chris entered the mess hall with a trigger-happy smile on his face, before noticing one absent delinquent from the area.
"Last time I counted, there were sixteen campers left to be executed, where's Duncan?"
Harold gulped down his gruel. "He said he had a headache, he didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
Courtney let out a groan. "I swear, your snoring is gonna be the end of us all."
The dweeb narrowed his eyes at the CIT. "One: it's a medical condition, and two, I wasn't even snoring that much this night!"
Chris snapped his fingers to get the attention of the campers.
"As much as I enjoy hearing you all bicker, we have a show to continue. One of you guys go fetch him."
Geoff stood up from his seat, pushing away his revolting breakfast.
"I'll fetch him." He sprinted out of the mess hall and towards the Bass Boy cabin.
Around seven or so minutes later, the bass duo entered the mess hall. Geoff lead the drowsy delinquent into his seat. He had bags under his eyes and his green hair was ruffled.
(Confessional: Duncan)
Duncan yawned sluggishly into the confessional camera.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, it seems to be a recurring habit here… but this time it's not because of Harold's snoring for once…
I failed that stupid fear challenge yesterday, that boathouse was horrifying, but I don't want my team to think I'm soft or anything.
Becoming a softy here of all places? Yeah right, that's a deathwish right there."
(End Confessional: Duncan)
The host glared at the delinquent, with Chef ready at his side.
"Don't be late again dude, I'll bring out the branding iron like it's the 1700s in rural Virginia."
The threat of a branding iron was enough to alert Duncan. Not enough to be fully awake, but enough overall.
Chris clapped his hands together to alert the conversing campers.
"So! The handicapped Brutus is gone! What are your thoughts?" Asked the host.
"Are you gonna bring out the dead again? That's a total bummer, dude." Geoff asked, receiving a slap on the back by Harold.
"Don't give him any ideas!" He whispered.
"No, no. Trent was just a one-time thing since you guys didn't have much to say about Lindsay's death the day before. It won't happen again…" Chris winked at the camera, obviously lying.
"I knew wouldn't be here for much longer, but it's weird not seeing her here anymore…" Duncan swirled around his cereal with his spoon.
"I honestly wasn't expecting her to just… leave like that yesterday…" Harold murmured, eying his supposed alliancemates. Tyler gulped in response.
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler crossed his arms awkwardly in the confessional.
"I don't know if I made the right choice voting for Eva yesterday…
…yeah I did, if I didn't we'd just keep losing…
…maybe?
Well, Harold will understand, right? I'll just hope he can see my perspective…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
"I just hope that without her being a… 'burden'... we'll finally start picking up victories." Courtney said, careful with her choice of words.
Justin cleared his throat. "Well, are now down a quarter from our original lineup…"
"Gee, I didn't know you could count," Noah remarked.
The eye-candy shrugged. "Me neither."
Chris smiled. "That's right! Twenty-five percent of the campers who arrived here in the beginning are now gone! Deadso! Fucking died a painful death! You should all be proud of yourselves!"
A spell of melancholy sparkled around the campers with the cheery psychopath's ominous words.
"In just around a week, six more of you will be dead and gone. At that point, life idols will be placed around the island and two surprise competitors will be added to the competition!"
The campers' minds all dreamed about the aforementioned life idols. They were the ultimate reward. Not only would they allow them to escape the island with their lives, but it would also mean they wouldn't have to go through the suffering of more potential challenges just to either fail near the end or come out more scarred than necessary.
However, most of the campers had already forgotten about the two surprise competitors being added in the exact middle of the competition. The victims didn't have much time to dwell on their thoughts, however, as Chris pulled out the treacherous remote and pressed on its button.
Eva's poster turned from her scowling frown to a tainted red image of the brute with a large appalling scratch peeling the entirety of her right face off. The poster showed a blend of her skin to her skull to her brain, all splattered over with blood.
The campers flinched away from the painful sight.
"That looks painful…" Beth murmured.
"And today's execution method will be much more painful! Fun! Anyways, meet me by the beach just east of the docks in around thirty minutes. Finish your slop, do your confessionals, talk, fuckin' whatever." Chris left the mess hall and within minutes after, so did the campers.
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold groaned in frustration, yanking on his red hair.
"Gosh! I can't believe Eva died yesterday! We were supposed to vote out Duncan! Now, next time we vote, it'll be a tie, which if we lose, will put us at the disadvantage, just making us die sooner on this forsaken island."
Harold's voice started cracking up.
"I have an idea who might have voted Eva… It's just… GOSH! Idiots!"
(End Confessional: Harold)
The nerd finished complaining in the crooked confessional and exited. He immediately spotted his jock friend conversing with the nose-picking Ezekiel across the main campground.
He took in a deep breath and approached the two.
"Hey Zeke! Hey Tyler!"
Ezekiel brushed his germy finger against his hoodie and waved at his bud. Tyler did the same, sans the nose-picking.
The two less intelligent stooges greeted the nerd. Harold didn't waste any time and immediately got straight to the point.
"Did one of you two vote for Eva last night?"
The prairie boy's face remained blank as he nodded no. Tyler, on the other hand, blushed in surprise at the abrupt confrontation.
"Y- yeah?" Tyler barely chucked the word out of his lips.
The dweeb's frown grew stronger.
"Gah! Why did you do that, Tyler? Don't you see? That'll put us at a voting disadvantage!" Harold eccentrically gestured with his hands at each word with distress.
Tyler barely stuttered the words out of his mouth. He wasn't good at straight confrontations.
"W- well. I thought that i- if we kept Eva, we'd keep losing…" The jock scratched the back of his head and looked away from Harold's gaze.
"Gosh! We had a voting advantage! Now, the next time we lose, we have to face off in a tiebreaker!"
"B- but if we don't lose, we won't have to vote anybody off…"
"Listen. This isn't football anymore. In this competition, you have to think strategy. You can't just be a team player, you have to look out for us rather than the whole team, understand?"
The jock sighed. "I guess…"
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler picked some of Chef's gruel out of his teeth.
"I'm not too good at this strategy thing… usually I just listen to coach's game plan, and usually mess it up. I know I'm not exactly the smartest and I can be a 'bit' clumsy sometimes…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
The camera flashed forward to sixteen slouching campers at the beachside. Canoes were sitting on the sands of the beach. Four for each team, to be exact.
"Campers! Today's challenge is another summer camp favorite! A canoe trip, where you'll paddle your canoes across the lake to Boney Island!"
Chris ominously waved his fingers at the mention of Boney Island.
"Once there, you'll have to portage your canoes to the other side of the island, which is about a two-hour hike through dense jungle!"
"We gotta pour what?" Geoff asked.
"He said we gotta pour porridge, bro." Tyler responded.
"No and no. I said portage."
The two unintelligent strong players gave the host a look of confusion.
"Walk with your canoes, dammit!"
Both boys nodded in understandment.
"When you get to the other side of the island, you'll build a fire that'll be judged by me! The first team to paddle back home will be the winner of invincibility! Now before you move it, legend has it that if you take anything off the island, you'll be cursed forever!"
Chris wiggled his fingers just as he did at the mention of Boney Island.
"I guess we'll keep that in mind?" Beth skeptically said.
"Seriously, I don't recommend it," Chris explained in an oddly concerned tone. "One intern took a magic skull from there and ended up breaking his arms the day after."
"Huh, charming. Magic." Noah commented.
Chris whined. "Whatever. You kids are no fun." He pulled out an airhorn and let it buzz. "Now get your asses moving!"
The campers scurried down to the canoes and quickly partnered up.
Courtney was the first one there and immediately spotted Bridgette.
"Hey, Bridgette! Wanna partner up?"
The surfer chick had initially wanted to go canoeing with Geoff but decided that now would be a perfect time to talk with the CIT privately.
"Sure!"
The two bass girls began dragging their canoes towards the water as Geoff arrived on the scene. He thought he'd canoe with Bridge, but saw her hopping onto the canoe with Courtney. He immediately turned to his left and saw Tyler sprinting fast beside him, stumbling over the mushy beach sand.
"Hey, bro, wanna buddy up?"
"Sure."
Soon after pushing the canoe into the water, gophers began arriving. First was LeShawna, then Heather, then Justin, and Gwen.
"Homegirl, let's go together. This body can surely canoe hard to help you out with that injured hand."
The goth shrugged. Saying nothing as the two pushed their canoe into the water.
Heather nudged the sexy model. "I'll go with you before Beth and Katie show up and start nagging to go with you."
"Sounds good to me," Justin replied as Ezekiel, Katie, and Beth arrived on the scene.
Before either of the girls could ask to go with Justin, Heather told them that they were leaving, causing Beth and Katie to pair up.
Sadie ran up to the prairie boy who was waiting by the canoes, already out of breath.
"Hey, Ezekiel? Can we partner up? I don't wanna partner with Harold or Duncan. They're like totally gross."
The farm boy shrugged. He wanted to go with Harold, but if Sadie really didn't want to go with either of them, he'd go with her.
Finally, the last two gophers and a less tired Duncan arrived at the canoes.
"It seems we're the last two." Cody noticed.
Noah nodded. "Physical strength. Not my forte."
The two scrawny gophers got into the last green canoe as the delinquent let out an annoyed groan.
He had run slower from lack of sleep, yet was still faster than the last bass member who hadn't arrived. Harold.
The nerd wheezed and gasped as he finally arrived on the beach. He quietly cursed in frustration after realizing he had to go with Duncan.
"Why do I have to go canoeing with you?"
Duncan shrugged. "I'm asking the same thing. Just shut up and let's row our asses there."
The juvie and, to a much lesser extent, the lanky nerd pushed the canoe into the water before they began rowing towards the island.
The two bass boys began following the rest of the canoes heading towards an island with a large skull engraved in the side of a mountain around half the height of the cliff they jumped off of in the second episode.
They were noticeably lacking behind the other red canoes, much to Duncan's annoyance.
"Come on, Dorkus, we're lagging behind. Put those cheese string arms to good use."
"You know, it wouldn't kill you to show some kindness here and then." Harold rebutted from the back of the canoe.
"Whatever. I'm trying to get our asses there so we don't hold our team back."
"You definitely held us back yesterday," Harold murmured, which Duncan heard.
The delinquent stopped rowing and looked back at the weak nerd with furious eyes.
"The fuck did you just say? Care to repeat yourself?"
Harold angrily mumbled. "I said you held us back yesterday. If it weren't for you, we'd be up Eva and the gophers would be down a camper."
The criminal scowled and returned rowing, thinking of what to say in response. "You didn't get trapped in a room of dead bodies…"
(Confessional: Duncan)
The juvie groaned in frustration, looking at his signature skull carved into the confessional wall.
"Harold's got a lot of nerve reminding me how I 'failed' the challenge for us yesterday. But hey! I'm on top of the food chain here, I don't enjoy watching these people die, but better them than us! I'm being realistic. None of that pussy denial that one of those wonder twins keep dreaming about.
I don't care if I'm acting like an asshole.
You gotta detach yourself emotionally if you wanna survive here… you gotta be tough… that's what my brother would do… I just know it…"
(End Confessional: Duncan)
Far ahead the two squabbling bass boys, two girl gophers were rowing. Beth and Katie.
So far, the two were rowing in silence before one of them decided to break the ice.
Katie coughed multiple times to get the notice of Beth who perked up at the Malaysian BFFFL.
"How are you hanging, Beth?" Katie asked.
"Good."
"How are you feeling about… you know who? I know you were really upset about the way he… you know…"
The wannabe shrugged once before rowing some more. "I'm feeling better from the whole Trent thing, I guess. Except for whenever Heather mentions it. How about you?"
The tan girl sighed. "Not too good. I feel really bad about Sadie yesterday."
"Yeah. I heard that you buzzed Sadie for your fear yesterday. That's a shocker."
Katie rolled her eyes at Beth's poor attempt at a pun.
"Sorry…" She lisped.
"It's fine. I just… feel so bad about her…"
"You should tell her that. I mean you are 'BFFFLs' after all. You wanna get stuff done sooner rather than later…"
Katie frowned at the wannabe's poor wording.
"Sorry." She lisped again. "I'm not good at this comforting others thing."
"It's fine. You do make a good point though. I mean, I did it to earn a point, if I keep showing my worth, then I'll survive. And I want Sadie to survive too, of course, she's just…"
"Stuck in denial?"
The twiggy twin nodded.
"Like I said, try to snap her out of it. You should get stuff done sooner rather than later."
Katie let another frown at Beth's poor wording. "I'll try. I just hope she listens to me…"
(Confessional: Beth)
"Katie's really sweet. I wished I had a best friend the same way she has Sadie…" She lisped with each word.
(End Confessional: Beth)
Another pair of Gophers - Cody and Noah - were rowing their canoe behind the main pack, rowing as fast as their twiggy arms could handle. Cody sat behind Noah.
Once they were around a third of the way to Boney Island, the tech geek decided to strike up a conversation.
"So, I heard you like reading books. What kind?"
"Mostly classical literature."
At this point, Noah had already read all the books he had brought to the island at least once. Truth be told, he didn't bring many novels as he wasn't completely confident on how long he would last there.
"Right… read any comics? Spiderman? Invincible? Walking Dead?" Cody asked with excitement.
Noah rolled his eyes. He thought comic books were often childish for his 'sophisticated taste' but didn't mention it to Cody.
"Nope. Not my cup of tea. Is that all?"
Cody took in a deep breath.
"So… me and some of the gopher girls are in an alliance to take down Heather. From what it looks like, you've been flying solo. You seem cool. You wanna join?"
The bookworm was surprised. He never took Cody as the strategic type or daring enough to make moves in the game.
"Uh, thanks but no thanks to joining your coalition."
The High IQ knew that from a strategic standpoint, the only thing that separated him from being next on the chopping block was his alliance and Heather's ego making her enemies. Once the gopher girls and Cody got the advantage over his alliance, it would be downhill from there.
"Why not?" Cody asked.
Quick to respond, Noah said, "An alliance of five is too big. Once, everyone else is gone, who are the girls gonna vote for next? Sure as hell not gonna be each other. I'll tell you what, next time we lose, we should vote off one of the girls. I can try to see if I can convince the others to vote one of them off as well, I know that at least Heather is gonna be eager to."
Noah had to be careful not to reveal his secret alliance to the tech geek.
Cody had quite some consideration to do. It never occurred to him that the girls might just end up voting him to die after a while, but Trent's advice pursued through.
"I think I'll just stay with the girls for now. I'm not keen on voting them off yet…"
Dammit. Noah thought. Oh well, I've tried.
"Whatever, your loss. I should've known that you prefer keeping the girls here on the island. I can still see remnants of your pervertedness." Noah bitterly spoke, upset of his failure to bring Cody to his alliance.
An offended Cody had nothing to say back, and the two continued rowing their merry way to Boney Island.
Near the very front of the pack of boats were the two of the physically strongest players, Geoff and Tyler.
The jock held his grip tight on the oar as he rowed, careful not to accidentally drop it into the water.
The party animal rowed calmly across the lake. He smiled as he saw a pair of seagulls flying above. Nature was just totally righteous, dude. His smile lessened as he saw a boat with armed interns pass by the two. They had been watching all the campers canoeing to Boney Island, assuring that none of the campers would try to row away from the vicinity.
The small canoe wobbled a bit as the boat rushed by them, turning steady after a few seconds of rocking.
"That's a bit harsh, dude, don't you think?"
Tyler shrugged. He didn't talk much to Geoff, but from what he had gathered, he seemed to be an easygoing guy, strangely not minding the situation he was stuck in.
"So how are you doing so far, bro?" Geoff asked with a relaxed smile.
The jock sighed. "Not good, dude. I feel like I let my bros, Harold and Zeke, down yesterday. I should have voted off Duncan like they asked."
The blonde was surprised by this. He knew people didn't like Duncan, but he didn't realize that some of his teammates would try to vote him to his death.
"I know Duncan can be a bit of a bummer sometimes, but he's a pretty cool dude once you get to know him."
"Eh, rapa-phooey. I'll believe it when I see it. Let's just focus on getting our boat to Boney Island. We don't wanna lose."
Geoff shrugged and continued rowing. "So, what sports you play, bro?"
The jock raised an eyebrow at the blonde. Can this guy focus on the game for one second? "Essentially everything. Football, hockey, basketball, cross country, tennis… you name it I probably play it. I, uh, am not the best at them sometimes though…"
"Coolio. I play football back at home for my school. West Plains Stingrays. You?"
Tyler perked up in realization. "Oh yeah, you guys, I remember you totally demolished us last September. My high school's team is the Northcross High Cardinals. But uh… honestly, if I get out of here I might take a small hiatus on sports for a while."
The party animal chuckled. "Man, if I get out of here I'd go to parties double. Life's to short to not have a blast every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. 'Specially after all of this."
Tyler smiled. Geoff's optimistic attitude was a nice breath of fresh air in such a melancholic place.
(Confessional: Geoff)
The blonde partygoer leaned back in the confessional toilet.
"Everyone here is pretty cool… except for Duncan and Courtney sometimes… It's such a bummer that so many of these dudes and dudettes are gonna end up dead. Don't get me wrong, I wanna get out of here, 'specially with Bridge, but I don't like these guys to ending up dead, y'know?"
(End Confessional: Geoff)
The goth girl's raspy voice groaned as she rowed with her injured hand.
"You doing good, girl?" LeShawna asked from behind her.
"I'm great. Sunshine and rainbows and all." She said back sarcastically.
LeShawna sighed, tired of Gwen's bitter antics.
"Girl, you know you don't have to be so angsty all the time? Right?"
The goth rolled her eyes. "What's the point? We're all gonna die anyways. I won't waste my time making friends and making 'fun friendship bracelets' together. I'm just trying to get by alive."
The ghetto girl narrowed her eyes. "Well, you shouldn't act like a jerk, hon. I appreciate you keeping it real, but sometimes a positive attitude can go a long way. I don't want you to end up as bitchy as Heather, 'kay?"
Gwen nodded satirically. "Sure, whatever."
(Confessional: Gwen)
Gwen grazed her finger against her injured palm.
"I can tolerate LeShawna and Beth. Hell if I care if one of them ends up though… that could've been worded better… but I'm not going to cry if anyone dies, I am concerned with getting me, myself, and I out of here."
Gwen slammed her fist against the wall rhythmically with 'me, myself, and I.' Recoiling in pain after her aggravating bangs only further irritated her injured hand.
"Gah! Damn Chris and his stupid fucking show!"
(End Confessional: Gwen)
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna stereotypically sat sassily against the confessional wall.
"I appreciate Gwen keeping shit real, but damn does she have a pessimistic attitude. I mean, it's true that eventually, I might have to put her down myself, but I ain't gonna stop myself from socializing. I still have my eye on leaving here alive."
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Bridgette and Courtney were row, row, rowing their boat up the creek. Bridgette was rowing as gently as a stream while Courtney was rowing like life was but a nightmare, harshly.
"Come on! Put more effort, Bridgette!" Courtney spat as she rowed her oars. The two were in the front, far ahead of the pack of boats.
Bridgette groaned as she put more effort in her strokes.
"Courtney, I know you mean well and try to push your team to victory… but you could tone down your yelling."
The CIT scoffed. "Excuse me for trying to make sure none of us die today. I already made a huge mistake yesterday when I didn't consider the fact that the five bass members not in our alliance could have targeted one of us, which from what it seems, was going to happen."
The surfer chick raised her eyebrow.
"Court, I know that your stressed out about each of us dying, but this isn't healthy for you. You should try to relax."
"Yeah, sure, should I find a fuck-buddy like you did?" Courtney bitterly spat, before blushing in embarrassment.
"Jesus, Courtney! Cool it!" The surfer chick replied in shock as Courtney half-heartedly apologized.
"Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have said that…"
"You shouldn't have, but seriously, take what I said into account. I can tell you're stressed. So… just take a breather every once in a while. I'm not saying that you should completely forget about the game, but don't yell at our teammates, especially me and Geoff, it hurts when you do."
The surfer chick put a comforting hand on Courtney's shoulder, both of them had stopped rowing.
Courtney bit her lip in thought. Bridgette does have a point…
"Just take a deep breath, Courtney, and let it out. Contain your worries."
Courtney said nothing. She took in a deep breath and let it out.
Calm down, Courtney.
Don't worry about dying or getting out of here.
Don't worry about whether you can survive out of here or not.
Don't worry about what your parents are thinking.
Just take in a deep breath, and calm down.
"Thanks, Bridgette, I appreciate it."
The CIT, now relaxed looked up, Boney Island was in the distance.
The wicked, twisted island was in the distance. A skull carving was engraved on the side of a mountain. An ominous gray fog shrouded the island. The island was enveloped with a horrid feel.
The two bass girls rowed their boats toward the cursed island and landed on the beach sand.
On the island, an immediate feeling of fear overtook the campers. The Bass had gathered on one side of the beach, where after a while, an upset Duncan and Harold had arrived.
The perfectionist leader, rather than insult Duncan and Harold's shortcoming, cleared her throat to get the attention of all the Bass members there.
"Alright, team. Everyone needs to portage their canoes across the jungle to the other side. I'll read the map, everyone follow my direction. The gophers are already ahead and we need to keep up."
The campers nodded and followed the CIT and surfer's leading canoe as they entered the dense jungle.
The gophers had been running through the jungle running urgently. Heather was leading the pack, reading the map with Justin right behind her, flexing his arms sexily as he carried the canoe through the jungle. Behind him was LeShawna and Gwen carrying their canoe. Behind the two of them were the other two groups, struggling to carry their canoes.
"Ugh, why did I get stuck with a team of weaklings." Heather spat as she continued navigating the woods with the map.
"Sorry, I forgot my steroids at the gym." Noah yelled back.
"I can show you weak!" LeShawna spat back.
The Queen Bee rolled her eyes back at the loud-mouthed girl. "Whatever. We're coming up on a crossroads, we can either go left or right."
"I say we go right because it's the 'right' path." Justin joked, receiving a nudge in his chest by Heather.
"Ow, my chiseled chest!" Justin cried.
"Just because of that, we're going left." Heather narrowed her eyes at her team.
"Fine, fine, sheesh," Justin whined as he began trotting down the left path.
Not even five steps later, Justin stopped dead in his path. He couldn't move anymore.
"Uh, what's the holdup?" Beth asked from the back of the pack.
"I'm stuck! I can't move! What is this magic? God?" Justin cried as he threw the canoe onto the side, struggling to climb out.
"It's quicksand, you buffoon! Stop struggling, you're only going to make it worse!" The Indian bookworm cried out, much to the ignorance of Justin.
"I don't listen to ugly people! Gah!" The eye candy struggled more before holding onto a large stick, he was sunken up to his hips in the sands from his struggling within only seven seconds.
"Shut up and stop moving! Your sinking!" Heather cried out in concern for the eye candy.
The tech geek, Cody, dropped the canoe, causing it to collapse on the bookworm. With quick thinking, he ran over to a tree and grabbed a vine, he ran back to the quicksand and threw the vine at Justin.
Just as Justin was chest-deep in the quicksand, he saw Cody's vine extending out to him.
"Justin! Grab a hold of it!" The tech geek yelled out.
The model gripped the vine with his fingers tighter than his buns.
"Help me pull!" Cody cried out as Beth and Katie came to his side to help him.
Justin kept sinking in, neck deep in the sand.
"Y'all need some real strength!" LeShawna cried as she came to pull the model out of the sand.
As soon as LeShawna yanked the vine, Justin came flying out of the sand and onto the unsinkable sand.
The four Gophers who pulled Justin out of the sand sighed in relief as Justin brushed the sand and dirt off his precious skin.
Cody wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He'd saved his teammate.
Justin gleefully smiled and ran over to Cody.
"My hero!" Justin rejoiced.
The model gave a sloppy kiss on Cody's cheek, causing Cody to blush and become wide-eyed.
(Confessional: Cody)
Cody scratched the back of his head, dazed.
"Uh… I always thought of myself as a ladies man…"
(End Confessional: Cody)
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna angrily groaned at the camera.
"I did all the heavy lifting there! Why didn't I get one from pretty boy?"
(End Confessional: LeShawna
(Confessional: Justin)
"I like girls."
Justin winked, clicked his tongue, and gave finger guns to the camera.
(End Confessional: Justin)
The Killer Bass were traversing through the forest. Courtney read the map and led the way with Bridgette and Geoff portaging a canoe behind her. Duncan was carrying a canoe on his lonesome, careful not to drop it as it teetered and tottered by branches extending onto the path. The other two canoes were held up by Sadie and Ezekiel as well as Harold and Tyler, the latter thankful not to carry a canoe by himself as he'd likely drop the boat.
"Just two more rights, a left, and then we keep heading straight, then we get to
Courtney's eyes narrowed at the map, looking up occasionally as to not walk straight into a tree.
The rest of the campers frantically looked around. Skulls skewered on spikes littered along the trail that the campers navigated through.
Grrr.
A few of the Bass in the back perked up at the sudden noise.
"Uh… what was that?" Harold asked, looking around frantically.
"I… don't know… it's best if we keep moving though…" Duncan added fearfully, a rare show of fear by the delinquent.
"It's probably just nothing… let's keep moving." Courtney easily dismissed, keeping her nose buried in the map.
Screech!
"Court! I seriously think that we should get out of here, bro!" Geoff whispered worryingly to the CIT, who at this point was on high alert.
Before Courtney could respond, Sadie let out a high pitched scream.
"WATCH OUT! EAGLE!"
The so-called eagle swooped down and tried to nag on Tyler and Harold's canoe, just barely missing by a couple of centimeters.
"What is that thing?" The jock yelled.
(Confessional: Chris)
The host leaned against the confessional wall, speaking in a bored, monotonous voice.
"The Candian Bone Geese are a species native to Boney Island. They are very territorial birds, blah dee blah dee blah. Point is: they're meat eaters!"
(End Confessional: Chris)
The Killer Bass ran as fast as their teenage legs could, using their canoes as protection from the invasive geese.
The bellicose geese swooped down truculently, their claws wide open, ready at the opportunity to snatch up the fearing campers.
In the distance, Courtney saw a cave where they could momentarily hide.
Courtney, who had the paper map above her head in protection spurted out "Cave!" making a mad dash towards the tunnel, followed by her team.
The Killer Bass ran and ran, not daring to look back at the Bone Geese.
Courtney, Bridgette, and Geoff quickly dove into the cave for protection.
Duncan, Harold, and Tyler were right behind them still in the open.
Ezekiel and Sadie staggered back due to their lack of strength and the heavy canoe above them.
Suddenly, a goose swooped down…
…and picked up Sadie by the ankle.
"Help me!" She yelled as she was dangled by the ankle from the Geese's sharp claws.
Ezekiel, who was too weak to hold the canoe, collapsed under the canoe. It covered him as it was upside down and he opted to hide underneath and wait for the chaos to end.
The Killer Bass screamed as the goose began flying low to the ground, intending to drag the poor BFFFL against the ground painfully.
With instant reflexes, Duncan grabbed an oar from atop the canoe and smacked the goose hard.
The goose was instantly killed and Sadie fell to the ground with a thump. The other geese, in fear of their safety,
She stood up and brushed herself. She was miraculously unharmed.
(Confessional: Sadie)
Sadie held her legs tightly at the memory, for some odd reason, she was dripping with water.
"I was so scared for a second there! That goose was like totally horrifying! I'm so happy Duncan saved me there though, he's a nice guy, if he hadn't then I would've… I would've died… Oh, God..."
(End Confessional: Sadie)
"Thank you so much!" She squealed in joy and gave the delinquent a tight hug.
The three stooges - Ezekiel, Tyler, and Harold - snickered quietly as the surprised juvie attempted pushed away the chubby BFFFL.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Could you let go? I'm running out of air."
Sadie ended her hug and smiled sheepishly.
"Oops. Sorry!"
"Nice going, bro! You really showed those geese, man." Geoff offered a fist bump to Duncan who accepted it.
"It's what I do."
The perfectionist cleared her voice to get the attention of everyone, exiting the protection of the cave.
"Well, at least the geese chased us the right way. The campsite is just over this hill. If they chased us any other way, we'd be dead lost."
The Bass nodded and followed the CIT over the hills.
The Screaming Gophers had been at their campsite for five minutes, scavenging and searching for dry firewood they could use.
Interns on a boat were quietly spectating the campers on the beach as they scavenged for their very lives. Armed rifles were in their hands for no other reason but to look menacing.
Heather was rubbing a bow drill made by Noah as hard as she could to no avail.
The Malaysian BFFFL, Katie, was gathering tinder and placed it into the the firepit.
The other campers were doing various other things such as gathering kindling, firewood, or flexing sexily in the case of Justin. Cody had been far away from the model ever since he had kissed the tech geek's cheek.
The Killer Bass had finally arrived at the area, tired from the chase and annoyed from arriving later than the gophers as they set down their canoes and oars into neat little piles.
"Gosh, we're late. We'd better start our fire quick then." Harold mentioned, pointing his finger nerdily. "Thankfully, I have been to Arsonist Steve's Camplighting Camp."
The delinquent grew a sly smile as a sudden realization came to his mind.
"Hey, I have a lighter!" He turned and called out to the interns spectating on the boat and showed his shiny lighter. "Can we use this? It's mine!"
An intern with menacing sunshades pressed something on his ear, supposedly to contact Chris, and nodded.
"Chris says lighters are a-ok!" He yelled back.
The Queen Bee had her mouth gaping. "How can they do that? That's not fair!"
The intern touched something on his ear again, whispering something. Once he got messaged by Chris, he aimed his gun up and pressed on the trigger.
BANG
The bullet hit the sand around five meters left from where Heather was sitting down, rubbing the bow drill. She yelped in surprise along with many other campers on the beach.
"Okay! Okay! Jeez! No need to be so hasty, dickwad." Heather turned back to her bow drill, muttering the last insult quietly.
Far from the action, Beth and Cody were gathering firewood logs together, alerted by the gunshot.
"W- what was that?" Beth frantically asked.
The tech geek peered through the bushes and onto the beach where the two interns were cooly standing on the boat with guns in their hands as the campers returned to their tasks.
"I'm pretty sure one of the interns fired their gun. Just a warning shot, though, nobody seems hurt."
The wannabe sighed and nodded. "That's good… that's good… I don't want another person to die in these horrible challenges."
The tech geek went quiet for a couple of seconds before nodding. "Yeah… it wasn't good seeing Trent… die like that… painfully…"
She shivered at the memory before gulping. "Well, I learned that you shouldn't dwell on such fears. We should remember Trent for his heroics and learn from them. We should keep our hopes up."
Cody smiled. The gap between his teeth stuck out like a sore thumb. "Hey, that's pretty wise. Thanks, Beth."
The short brunette nodded. "No problem. We just gotta keep fighting, you know?"
The dork nodded and walked back to the campfire where Heather still tried rubbing her sticks together, getting jack shit.
(Confessional: Beth)
The brunette girl smiled, showing off her braces.
"Cody's pretty nice now that he's shed off his perverted ways. On our way back, he told me that Trent gave him a lot of advice on how to be less creepy. I can tell he's changed for the better!"
(End Confessional: Beth)
The Killer Bass had a small fire going already. Harold and Geoff had gathered some kindling and threw it into the fire.
"We need a lot more firewood if we're gonna make a big fire, eh." Ezekiel pointed out. The interns who were overseeing the bonfires gave a thumbs down to the small fire that the bass had made.
"I got it, bros!" Tyler said, eyeing a large pile of wood.
He heaved the dry wood and threw it into the pile of fire, letting it blaze large.
The bass received a thumbs up from the intern and cheered.
Courtney patted Tyler on the back.
"Good job on the fire, Tyler, but how the fuck are we gonna get home without our oars, you fucking retard!" The perfectionist bitterly spat at Tyler as he looked back at the piles of oars.
They were gone, reduced to atoms. He had thrown the oars into the fire.
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler smacked his forehead in disappointment and frustration.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should've paid attention back there, I let my team down hard, that attitude is not gonna fly by well if we're supposed to keep winning…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
(Confessional: Harold)
Harold picked his nasally nose in the confessional stall.
"Tyler's making it really easy to be a target. I love the guy, but GOSH is he bad at this… If he keeps this stuff up, he's going to die…"
(End Confessional: Harold)
(Confessional: Heather)
The Queen Bee looked pleasantly surprised.
"Back there, I was planning to steal their oars and use it in our fire so we'd win. I guess they bet me to it."
(End Confessional: Heather)
"Nice going, you fish-for-brain fucks!" Heather teased the Bass.
"Shut up! You don't even have a fire!" The CIT spat back.
Bridgette patted Courtney's shoulder reassuringly.
"Relax, Courtney, remember what I told you. We have a fire and they don't we can think of what we can do once we get to shore."
The bass portaged their canoes and scampered off the beach quickly.
After around ten more minutes, the Gophers finally sparkled their kindle and had a small fire going.
LeShawna and Gwen immediately dumped their kindling into the fire, letting it grow large.
"Finally!" LeShawna cried. "Your blazing ass finally managed to light it on fire."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Real nice insult, ghetto trash. Let's get our asses moving, they're far ahead, even without oars."
The gophers all carried their canoes and ran into the dense forest, lead by the Queen Bee.
The Bass had finally arrived on the beach, out of the dense jungle of Boney Island, and put down their canoes.
"So! What do we do now? I don't have any ideas." Courtney surveyed her team expecting no responses, only to be surprised at a certain prairie boy raising his hand.
"Zeke, what are you thinking?" Courtney questioned.
"Back on the old farm, my Uncle Gabriel dropped his oars to the bottom of the lake while fishing. So he flutter kicked behind the canoe and pushed it to the end of the lake, eh?"
The Bass nodded at the prairie boy's plan.
"Good plan, Zeke, so who's gonna push us there?"
Tyler perked up proudly and raised his hand.
"I'll do it!" He said.
Duncan immediately dismissed the jock. "Tyler, no, you already messed up for us once today."
The sporto nodded. "Exactly! I gotta make it up to you guys! These canoes are gonna be heavy! And if you remember, I can curl eighty pounds with my bare pinky! I have to do this!"
The CIT sighed with agitation. "And why can't Geoff or Duncan do this?"
"Because I need to do this. I want to prove myself to the team."
"Go for it bro! I believe in you! You can do this!" Geoff complimented the sporto, slapping his back enthusiastically, giving the confidence Tyler needed.
"Thanks, Geoff." Tyler looked back with nervous eyes.
"No problem, bro, just focus on getting us to the other side of the lake, 'kay bro?"
"Fine, you can do it, just don't mess up for crying out loud." Courtney narrowed her eyes at the jock with skepticism.
Tyler nodded and gulped.
(Confessional: Tyler)
Tyler nervously sat on the confessional toilet.
"It was up to me then. I had to show myself my worth to the team. If I did it, we'd win, but if I failed… you know what would happen… I'm glad Geoff was there to back me up though."
(End Confessional: Tyler)
The Screaming Gophers had finally arrived on the beach after minutes of trekking through the dense skull-filled jungle. Luckily, they had not encountered any mutant carnivorous creatures in their merry way.
Gwen looked around. The Killer Bass were nowhere in sight. "They aren't here yet, they must've gotten lost or found some quicksand."
The Queen Bee threw her canoe into the water and boarded it.
"Whatever! We're ahead, let's start rowing our boats. If they got lost, then there's no way they'd get across the lake without their-"
"Attention! Attention! The Killer Bass have won the challenge!" Chris announced through the one lonely loudspeaker on Boney Island.
The Gophers were speechless. How? They haven't even rowed their oars once in the water. The Bass had no way of rowing their canoes across the lake, right?
"How the fuck!" Heather screeched in annoyance.
"Tyler pushed the canoes like a motorboat back to the Dock of Shame, earning his team a victory! Heh. Motorboat."
The Gophers sighed in defeat, pained by the fact that they'd be facing an execution that night.
"The Gophers should get their asses back to shore where one of them will eat their last meals and die a painful death!"
After a few minutes of sluggishly rowing their canoes back to shore, the Gophers saw Chris smiling shinily at their loss, clicking his tongue.
"Well, well, well, Gopherinos! You guys are facing an elimination today! How does it feel?"
"Awful." Beth muttered, "We were doing so good too…"
"Well, that's too bad. Meet us in the mess hall for dinner, do your confessionals, and at exactly eight o'clock, I want all of you to meet me by the bonfire for your fourth elimination ceremony."
"Fine…" Heather muttered with disappointment.
The camera switched back in time where the sporto was pushing his team's canoes towards the main camp, swimming quickly and pushing strongly.
"Come on, Tyler! You can do it, bro!" Geoff encouraged.
"We're going fast!" Harold exclaimed.
The remaining bass cheered for Tyler swimming as gracefully as a dolphin with his high strength shoving the canoes onto the finish line.
The Bass were scattered all over the sandy shore and gave a cheer for Tyler, who was dripping with sweat and water.
"And the Killer Bass win! I thought you were toast once you burned your oars, but nice job! I'll just announce this through the loudspeaker."
Geoff offered a fist bump to Tyler, who gladly accepted it.
(Confessional: Tyler)
The sporto smiled at his accomplishment.
"I totally rocked it today! At first, I messed up with the oars, but I showed my team that I could be a valuable asset! If I keep this up… maybe I won't be dying as soon as I thought… I hope Harold's proud of me, even though he's upset at my blunder yesterday…"
(End Confessional: Tyler)
"Here's the plan," Noah announced.
He had gathered his alliance mates, Justin, Katie, and Heather, to debrief him on the scheme he had chucked up. They were gathered in a spot near the campgrounds covered by tree shade so as to not be seen.
"Now, look, I don't like what we're going to have to do, but it has to be done if we don't want to be outnumbered." The bookworm had the attention of the two girls but not Justin who was looking at his steamy hot body with a hand mirror.
"I'm all ears. Shoot." The Queen Bee paid full attention.
"So, I've examined a weak point in the Gopher-Girls alliance."
"And that is?" Katie questioned.
"Cody… and his desperate attempt to get laid before he… you know…"
"So, what do you want us to do about it?" Heather sassily asked.
"You? Nothing. This job is for Katie."
The Malaysian BFFFL raised a concerned eyebrow.
"What? Why me?"
"If Miss Ego did this plot, it'd raise too much suspicion."
Heather ignored the insult and pursued on.
"So what are you thinking, geek?"
The Schemer took in a deep sigh.
"Katie will have to frame Cody for acting like a complete pervert."
The two girls were surprised.
"What? No way, I am not doing that." Katie quickly denied.
The bookworm shrugged. "Hey, it's the best plan I've come up with so far."
Katie disgruntedly groaned at Noah. "No. I'm not going to frame anyone. That's… just not right…"
"Hey, I don't like it either, but you know what is right? Living. Staying Alive. Especially, staying alive for Sadie."
The mention of her BFFFL caused a moment of hesitation for Katie.
"I'm… I don't know… What would I have to do?"
"It's simple. Pretend to find your bra in Cody's bed and freak out on him. Punch him, run away, whatever. It'll cause the girls to lose all trust in him and likely vote him out."
"That… doesn't sound very nice…" Katie scratched the back of her head.
"Are you always thinking about these things? Are you just a Cody who can keep his mouth shut?" Heather sassily asked.
"Shut up, I'm not. Do you think you can do it? Because you need to if you want us and your best friend to live." The bookworm intimidatingly asked the BFFFL, as intimidating a scrawny short monotonous kid could demand.
"I'll… fine… I'll do it…" She replied.
Noah nodded in approval, as did Heather.
"Good, Katie, you better not mess this up…" Heather looked at the BFFFL much more menacingly than Noah had. Her eyes slithered sharply toward her soul.
Katie inhaled a huge breath of air.
This isn't right… but I have to…
Sadie sat on a large rock. She was wringing out water from her shoes, which had gotten wet in the fiasco of Tyler hauling the boats.
The team's delinquent sat down on a log around five meters away from the BFFFL, he shook off the water from his wet hair.
The chubby bestie smiled from her rock.
"Thanks for saving me back there, Duncan! I was like totally scared, I would've been eagle food, so thanks! You're a good guy!"
Duncan shrugged, neither smiling nor frowning. "Sure, it's whatever, it's the least I can do in a hellhole like this. It doesn't mean I'm soft or anything like that, though. Remember that I'll still fight back when push comes to shove."
The bubbly BFFFL smiled back, unphased by Duncan's threats. "Okay! Just… thanks!"
Duncan got up to leave, before stopping. He was annoyed by Sadie, from her obnoxious squealing, crying, and blabbering, especially the day before when she was blabbering about Katie zapping her like a thunderbolt. Most importantly, he was annoyed at how she was stuck in a constant loop of denial. He turned around and sat back on the log he was sitting on.
"Sadie, do you realize the… situation we're all in, right?" Duncan asked.
"Well, what do you mean?" Sadie asked with an innocent look.
"I'm not dumb. I keep hearing you blabber on and on about how you're going to get out of this shithole with your friend alive."
The large BFFFL began sweating. "Y- yeah, of course we are! We-"
"Don't go rambling on how you just 'know' that you're gonna live or whatever, because the truth is, there's a high chance you won't. And an even lower chance you'll get out of here with Katie."
The BFFFL's bubbly smile lowered immensely.
"B- but-"
"Look, I'm only saying this because I'm annoyed by your blabbering, but snap out of it. If you keep living in Dreamland, if you keep ignoring the fact that you might die, you will absolutely die. Got it?"
The BFFFL sniffled. "But… I don't want to…"
The delinquent rolled his eyes. "Nobody wants to here, hell knows I don't, but you gotta get your head in the game.
"That's why Katie zapped your ass yesterday, she wants to live, and if you want to live too, I suggest not flailing around uselessly, got it?"
Everything felt still for Sadie, her whole worldview shattered. The message finally broke through the barricades barring off to her brain.
If you don't do anything. You will die. Katie will die.
The bestie finally let it out, tears wailing out of her eyes, a week and a half of ignoring what was in front of her very eyes: I'm not going to survive… am I?
(Confessional: Duncan)
Duncan carelessly crossed his hands as he sat against the confessional.
"Courtney can suck it if she thinks that I'm 'helping the enemy' or whatever. I'm just sick and annoyed from that chubby buddy's squealing. 'Look at me, I'm not gonna die! I have to live for Katie! Blahdeeblah!' I'm just helping out a teammate get back on track. It doesn't mean I'm going soft or anything, got it? Staying strong is what my brother would have done…"
(End Confessional: Duncan)
(Confessional: Sadie)
The brokenhearted girl sniffled in her seat.
"I don't want to die… I don't want Katie to die…"
(Confessional: Sadie)
Cody strutted along the beach. The sense of freedom was as large as it could be when away from the center of the island. Within the dangerous maniacal forest or prison-like summer cabins. The shoreline was as close as the campers could get to freedom, the only reminder being the occasional armed interns on boats around the coast.
He walked back by the main campsite area, right outside of his cabin. In the distance, roughly thirty to forty meters, he saw Noah from a distance, with Gwen, LeShawna, and Beth behind him.
That's odd. Cody thought. He quickly disregarded the oddity and waved at the bookworm as soon as Noah saw him.
Noah didn't return the wave, simply giving a blank stare.
The door behind Cody barged open and out came a certain bestie, holding one of her undergarments.
Cody turned around, surprised by the door suddenly barging open. The loud noise caught the attention of the other gopher members watching from a distance.
"You!" She spurted out of her shaking mouth, loud enough for the girls and Noah to hear.
"H- Hey, Katie! You surprised me there!" The tech geek saw a mixed look of regret and fury within the tan girl's eyes. He had no idea what was to come, but his stomach twisted horribly.
"W- What was this doing in your bed, y- you creep!" Katie waved her bra in the air, speaking loud enough for the girls to hear and see.
"Oh, hell no." LeShawna's temper quickly skyrocketed and she strutted over to get a closer hearing on the action.
A similarly furious Gwen and a conflicted Beth followed the ghetto girl to the girl's cabin.
"Katie, I swear, that was not in my bed!" Cody was frazzled. What in the world was happening?
"T- there must be some sort of mistake…"
"S- stop lying, you creep!" Katie tried keeping in her tears, lying through her very teeth.
"Y- you stole my bra! You pervert!" Katie shoved the tech geek to the ground. Bewilderment took over Cody's mind as he couldn't get any words to his mouth.
LeShawna who had heard the whole conversation was furious.
"This motherfucking prick… You've had this coming since day one!"
The tan skinny girl ran away from the scene as fast as she could, tears filled her eyes from her sinful lies. Hoping her act was convincing enough, yet a storm of guilt plagued her.
Cody couldn't get a word out of his mouth as he stood up, only to receive a punch straight to the face by LeShawna.
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He staggered back in pain, his nose was bleeding hard. He held up his hand to his face only to receive a gut punch from the ghetto girl.
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"You think that you can get away with acting like such a pervert you dickwad?" LeShawna was engulfed by rage and slapped the boy in the face again.
"Jesus, LeShawna! You're hurting him! Stop it!" Beth cried out, pained to see Cody get punched. She tried to restrain LeShawna's brigade of punches only to be pushed away by the black girl's strong arm.
Gwen had nothing to say. She was seething with anger at the 'traitor.' He was a pervert all along, not even Trent's death was a wakeup call to his lust. It was all a ploy to get closer to the girls.
Noah, who had been watching from far away, felt his stomach twist as if a knife her jolted into it. He watched with wide eyes with each punch LeShawna gave to him. He wanted to look away from what he had done, but for some reason, he couldn't look away from what he his orchestration.
After LeShawna was done, Cody was a shivering mess. He was bruised all over from her blunt fists, whimpering in pain weakly.
The loud-mouthed girl spat on the ground beside Cody in absolute disgust of his perverse actions.
She and Gwen walked away from the sobbing pathetic boy, Beth looked at him with curiosity as both of them asked the same thing.
Why?
(Confessional: Katie)
The tan BFFFL was facing away from the camera and holding herself up against the rims of the toilet, where she threw up into it's pit. She breathed in heavily for a couple of seconds before barfing up again.
"I- I'm a dirty liar… I… H- He's going to die b- because of me…" She sobbed out.
She threw up again into the toilet
(End Confessional: Katie)
(Confessional: Cody)
He sobbed on the toilet, ignoring the smells of vomit that came from below.
"Why? I- I followed Trent's advice… Everything was going so well… Just… Why?"
He continued sobbing desperately.
(End Confessional: Cody)
(Confessional: LeShawna)
LeShawna was mad. Furious.
She cursed and swore at Cody's action. He deserved what he got, she was a fool for thinking that he would change at all.
(End Confessional: LeShawna)
Dinner time was treacherous for poor Cody. Gwen and LeShawna had stayed secure in their cabin, not daring to leave until it was time to give their verdict on Cody's soon-to-be execution.
Cody depressingly played with his last meal, observing every detail of it, marinating in his last few minutes alive. The meal was as bad as usual. Chef had cooked up tacos with rubbery meat and liquid lettuce. Cody dragged his finger along the taco shell. Coarse and rough, just like the bruises all over his body.
Many of the Killer Bass had heard what had happened and given disapproving looks to Cody. The women especially were eager to yell at him for his wrongdoing. At dinner, many of them gave disapproving glances and glares at the geek.
A couple of minutes had already passed, and the scheduled ceremony was less than thirty minutes away.
Only Cody and a few of the Bass were left in the mess hall. The dim light flickered above them melancholicly.
Beth entered the mess hall, immediately spotting the depressed tech geek alone by his table.
"Hey, Cody…" She called out to him, receiving no response.
"Cody, did you steal Katie's bra?" She asked awkwardly.
"No… I- I swear on my life…" He spurted out.
"Katie… lied… I never stole her bra…" He tried to keep tears from cascading out of his eyes.
"I… I believe you, for what it's worth." Beth replied.
The geek sniffled. "You… you do?"
The wannabe nodded. "There's no way that Trent didn't change anything in you. I know that he didn't die for nothing… I'll vote Katie with you, she seemed… fishy when she was accusing you…"
Cody nodded. "What does it matter? There's nothing I can do… I'm fucked…"
"We can try to convince more people to vote for Katie…"
On queue, Noah walked into the mess hall, Green Mile was in his hand.
The two gopher's eyes immediately flicked onto Noah as if he were glowing brightly.
"Noah!" Cody yelled out.
The scrawny bookworm was caught off guard by Cody calling out to him.
He had made sure as to not interact with Eva or DJ as much as possible when he led to their demise, but Cody being on his team made it much harder to avoid him. Especially with factors such as waking up in the same room as him every day and spending a week and a half on the island already.
"Uh… hey, guys…" Noah had an awkward feeling usurp him. He had come to the mess hall to read silently as he was annoyed by Justin in the boy's room, he had thought Cody and the rest of the campers would leave at this point.
"Noah, please, I promise that I never stole Katie's bra. I swear on my life! Please, please, please vote her!" Cody got down on his knees, begging the bookworm.
The schemer bit his lip and backed.
"I'm… your friend, right? We can help each other out… I'm just not ready to die yet…"
Noah backed away against the mess hall door.
"Look… I'll… I'll vote Katie with you, alright?" He lied. "Something seems… off about this whole thing."
Cody sniffled a smile. "Thank you…" He mumbled.
"I can also try to convince Justin to vote her off. After all, he's too dumb to figure out most things." Noah lied again, opening the mess hall door, eager to leave.
"Thank you so much… You're… you're a good guy, Noah…" Cody gave a thankful hug to Noah, perhaps he wouldn't die after all… right?
The High IQ pried Cody off of him and backed out through the door. "Well, I'll see what I can do… good luck…"
Noah rushed out of the mess hall door and ran outside near the closest bush.
As soon as he was alone, the bookworm let out his dinner, hurling it on the ground.
Jesus, Noah, keep it together, this is all part of the plan… it's just like chess, it's all strategy, it's all just a game…
The bookworm hurled once more, letting more of his dinner out.
It was elimination time. Chris smiled at the drama turmoiling in the Gophers, he specifically eyed Cody and Katie. LeShawna was glaring daggers straight into Cody's nervous soul. Chris smiled flashily as he held up his tray of marshmallows.
"Campers! Today was quite the day! You all lost, and it seems a lot more happened while I was getting a massage! Good job, TV stars!"
LeShawna spat at the ground beside Cody, causing him to shiver.
Katie kept her eyes fixed on the bonfire, thinking about what she had done.
"Let's just get this over with, shall we? But before I hand out these symbols of immunity, I wanna reveal today's execution method to make it extra spicy!"
Chef pulled tarp off of a large object. Once revealed, it was metallic and shiny, glittering against the sparkling fires.
The campers flinched as they saw the torturous object, especially Cody.
"A meat grinder! Grinds you up into little bits and pieces! Makes sense for someone obsessed with grinding people's meat!" Chris was the only one to chuckle at his little joke. Chef stared blankly at the host before turning on the machine. Sharp buzzing saws could be heard from it.
"When I call your name, I'll give you a marshmallow which means you'll live to see another day… for now…" Chris picked up the first marshmallow.
"Heather, for the first time, since day one, you aren't getting any votes! Good job staying out of drama!" Chris winked
The mean girl flicked her hair proudly as her marshmallow flew into her palm, giving a sly smile.
"Noah! You're probably the weakest on your team, but you know how to stay out of drama as well, here's your marshmallow."
Noah grabbed the marshmallow tossed to him and threw it into the fire. He peeked over at the desperate dork next to him who had closed his eyes in anticipation.
"Beth! You're also safe! Grab your marshmallow!" Beth grabbed her marshmallow and skewered it on her stick.
"Gwen! You're safe as well!" The goth grabbed her marshmallow and skewered it as well, toasting it against the fire. She sent a spiteful look to Cody, who didn't see her glare, yet still felt the presence of it.
"Justin! You're just chilling around beautifully, not much to say. Here's your treat!"
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"LeShawna! You pummeled Cody like you're fucking Muhammad Ali! But you still haven't gotten any votes."
The marshmallow flew into LeShawna's palms.
"I don't regret anything I did, pervert." She narrowed her eyes at the pleading geek.
"You do you, sister, but there's only one marshmallow left here, one of you will be turned into a dude smoothie right here, right now." Chris smiled evilly at the last campers.
Katie had kept her eyes on the fire, listening to every word. Her mind swarming with questions of what she had done and what she was capable of doing, but as soon as Chris announced one marshmallow left, she panicked. Even though she followed through with the scheme, doubts flickered through her mind. Only stopping after reassuring herself that her alliance should back her up.
Cody was in complete turmoil. He was crossing his fingers, closing his eyes, and praying like there was no tomorrow. He anticipated for Chris to give the final marshmallow to him. He hoped with every ounce of his body that somehow, Noah could convince enough people to vote off Katie…
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The tan bestie sighed in relief as she got her marshmallow, still distressed about what she had caused Cody's fate to be.
Cody couldn't keep in any tears. He cried. He tried to change, he really did, yet was framed to his undeserving death.
"Why!" Cody sobbed as Katie ran to the area where the safe Gophers remained.
"Why!" He squealed, his voice cracking.
"I- I swear I never stole that bra!" He fell to the ground in absolute despair.
Chef sinisterly approached the poor geek as he bawled on the ground.
"Sorry, bro, you should've kept it in your pants!" The host teased as Cody got up from the ground and ran.
He ran as fast as his scrawny legs could, but Chef was too fast.
The black cook grabbed him by the hips and brought the dork up to his shoulder. Walking back to the buzzing meat grinder.
Cody in absolute panic reached his hand out to the Gophers.
"No! Fucking God, no! You're all making a mistake! I swear it wasn't me! I swear on God! I don't wanna die, please!"
BUZZ!
The cook threw Cody straight into the human meat grinder. Its saws instantly shredded through the geek's clothes and through his fragile skin. Bloody red chunks of meat plopped out of the end of the machine along with bone and shredded clothing. Cody had died within seconds of making contact with the buzzsaws of the machine.
The Gophers all looked away from the poor boy's fate, even LeShawna, despite disliking what Cody had done, her anger for Chris murdering them was far greater. Even Cody didn't deserve such a painful death.
Noah averted his eyes ever since he received his marshmallow. His guilt grew from the slums of his heart. He had thrown up everything he had eaten so far, giving him nothing to hurl out at his teammate's death.
Katie couldn't keep in her dinner and threw up all over the grass in disgust.
What has she done? What has she become?
Chris laughed maniacally as Cody quickly went quiet. The machine stopped buzzing as Chef turned it off. Bits and chunks of Cody leaked out of the machine's end.
"Fresh meat! Haha! The numbers dwindle again! The drama and despair continue on! But who will dwindle next time? What will the Screaming Gophers face tomorrow? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Island!
Voting Confessionals:
Gwen: "What a fucking idiot. He couldn't just keep it in his pants. Absolute fucking prick. Trent himself said that he had changed, but… no! He's still the same perverted horndog who arrived here on the first day. Everyone here sucks. Fuck you, Cody."
Justin: "Sorry, Cody, but you shouldn't have done that… I may not be the smartest, but even I know that the only way to a woman's heart is to look as sexy as me! Sorry, Cody!"
Heather: "Well, well, well! It looks like Noah, the scheming weasel, has found a way to get me off the chopping block for once! Well played, Katie. Well played, Noah. See you in hell, Cody, years from now!"
LeShawna: "That two-faced, little, horny, sex-crazed bastard thinks he can fool me and get away with it? Nuh-uh. I ain't gonna let that creep stay here any longer. I should've tried to get him out sooner…"
Beth: "I don't believe Cody really did all of that… He seems like he's changed! I wish LeShawna and Gwen could see it too… but they're just… so caught up in their anger! I vote for Katie! I don't know why she lied, but it's just so wrong for her to do that! Unless she didn't lie…"
Katie: "I'm… I'm so sorry, Cody… I- I don't want to do this… but I have to survive… oh… my stomach hurts so bad… why did I do this… why did I do this…"
Noah: "Jesus, this is all part of the plan… Noah… get your head in the game… I vote for Cody… I just… gah… it feels so wrong…"
Cody: "I vote Katie… It's just not right for her to frame me like that… it's just not right… please, God, please don't let me die tonight…"
Cody: (6 Votes): (Heather, Noah, LeShawna, Gwen, Justin, Katie)
Katie (2 Votes): (Beth, Cody)
Screaming Gophers: Gwen, Justin, Heather, Katie, Beth, Noah, LeShawna
Killer Bass: Duncan, Geoff, Tyler, Sadie, Courtney, Harold, Ezekiel, Bridgette
24: Owen
23: Izzy
22: DJ
21: Lindsay
20: Trent
19: Eva
18: Cody
Final Words: "No! Fucking God, no! You're all making a mistake! I swear it wasn't me! I swear on God! I don't wanna die, please!"
So… yeah… that happened… absolute brutality! Many shifts and struggles from all the campers. The end of this chapter especially is harsh… don't expect it to get any lighter from here…
Man, these chapters are taking longer and longer to write. This chapter took a long time to come out because of schoolwork and other responsibilities… Expect chapters to come out every 1-2 weeks or so. Make sure to leave a review though! It really helps me whenever I receive feedback!
- Who do you think will die next time?
- What are your favorite character arcs so far?
- Who are you rooting to survive?
- How do you think these campers will fare next chapter?
You'll find out next time in Paintball Deer Hunter!
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-Lapizite