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Total Drama Survivor is an ongoing competition fic written by Gumball2. The game, as the name suggests, is styled around Survivor. The fic can also be found on Fanfiction.Net

Fanfiction.Net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9529142/1/Total-Drama-Survivor

Prelude

For a monetary compensation that seemed to satisfy, television studio CBS has purchased the rights of Total Drama from Chris McLean. Now under supposed protection from the obstacles presented by abuse and corruption, Malcolm Stevenson has been assigned to continue his career for hosting. But from years of hosting a competition of a similar structure and fashion, their new product will be a flame that continues to preserve an atmosphere of triteness and routine.

Cast

Jumping Seagulls

Flying Monkeys

Angel Masterson

Rickie Harrison

Anthony Burton

Macy Millington

Alexis Connely

Anders Eller

Benjamin Lisle

Lola Castro

Natasha Walker

Ed Ganova

Cooper Smith

Melika Olani

Monica Blaine

Cedric Walker

Simon Silverston

Riley De'Royal

Skylar Carter

Benny Watson

Johnny Beckford

Mystery Greenleaf

Aubrey Buctha

Jordan Laster

Episode One: This Is What I Signed Up For?

Day One

Up in the sky, about 1,500 feet above the surface, a white aircraft flew amongst the clouds. This military style helicopter was used to transport the new arrivals to the island of Palau Tiga, Borneo, somewhere in the Malaysian archipelago.

The large helicopter contains inside twenty-two random teenagers sitting on the benches the aircraft provided. None of them have spoken a word during their flight.

In the middle of them was a middle-aged man standing with an apparent smile of anticipation on his face. He had short, black hair and was wearing clothes that let the audience know he was ready for adventure. This man was clearly not Chris, who had hosted previous seasons of Total Drama. As matter of fact, no season of Total Drama had ever really started out with all the contestants and the host shown on the first shot. One could easily tell that the series was now in a new set of hands. The host began to speak with a voice very different from that of Chris'.

"Inside this military helicopter,we have twenty-two teenagers. None of them know each other, or have even spoken to each other. But they do have one thing in common! They are on their way to a remote island where they will spend the next thirty-nine days competing for one million dollars and the title of Sole Survivor. I'm your host, Malcolm Stevenson and this is Total Drama Survivor!" "Survivor" theme plays.

Several minutes later, the helicopter started to make its landing. The contestants couldn't help but cheer that their time of fame was about to start.

The aircraft made its final landing on the sand, and everyone on vacated the compact space with their bags and luggage. Upon the sand was two large mats spread out on the terrain. One of them was orange and the other was yellow. The contestants split into two groups and each got on their own mat. Oddly enough, the groups composed of the same people who sat on the same bench on the helicopter. Malcolm was the last to get out and he settled in between the two groups.

"Welcome to Total Drama Survivor. We have arrived at the island of Palau Tiga, an unsettled island in Borneo, Malaysia. You will spend the next thirty-nine days here competing against nature, each other, and yourself." he briefed. Some of the contestants looked around, confused. Finally, one of the contestants spoke up. She had dark skin and had far more luggage than anyone else.

"Excuse me, but...where's the resort?" she asked the host. "because Macy Millington can't stand the beach." she continued.

"I'm sorry, but we never mentioned anything about a resort on the website or on the application. Have you ever seen Survivor?" the host responded.

"Yeah, that's what the application said in its introduction." another girl spoke up. This one was blonde, but had strands of various colors from the rainbow. Everyone else nodded in agreement. Malcolm confusedly looked at them for a moment.

"Uh...crew...can I have a copy of the application?" Malcolm asked to the camera. One of the interns then ran in front of the camera and gave Malcolm an application. Malcolm then read it over while still facing the camera. He then looked up with a peeved look on his face.

"Chris." he spoke quietly to himself.

Almost on cue, one of Macy's bags began to rumble. The other contestants looked at the bag, horrified. The rumbling began to grow more intense until it burst open. Chris McLean stood up like a god. The contestants were very surprised, especially Macy and Malcolm.

"How...how...how did you get in there?" Macy asked, flabbergasted. "I learned this stunt from Penn and Teller of course. The three of us are just the best of friends. I tell you, we go way back." Chris told everyone, reminiscing.

"But I packed stuff in that bag! Where did it go?!" Macy demanded.

"Don't worry, it's in a safe place." Chris then winked to the camera, letting the audience know he was lying.

"Chris, you can't be here. I'm the host of this show." Malcolm explained.

"Well, too bad! I hosted the original series! It's my show!"

"Not anymore. It now belongs to CBS."

"I'm already here! So can we be co-hosts?" Chris asked. Malcolm sighed.

"Alright fine, you can stand by me while I explain the game. But then you can't interfere with the game anymore. Okay?" Malcolm offered. Chris nodded and he stood beside him.

"Anyway, as you may have noticed, you guys were divided into two teams before you got here." Malcolm then turned to the eleven on the orange mat and called everyone on that mat out by name.

"Rickie, Macy, Anders, Lola, Ed, Melika, Cedric, Riley, Benny, Mystery, and Jordan. You will be known as-" "The Flying Monkeys!" Chris shouted out.

"No. It's going to be Tagi." Malcolm explained.

"I kind of like Chris' name better." Rickie declared. Everyone else except for Anders agreed. "I like Tagi." he said to himself.

"Well, what can I say Malcolm? They like it better." Chris told Malcolm. Malcolm sighed and didn't intervene. Once they quieted down, he threw over a bag of orange buffs. The eleven sorted through the bag and they each got one.

"Now I really feel like I'm on Survivor!" Rickie exclaimed.

Malcolm then turned to the yellow mat.

"Angel, Anthony, Alexis, Benjamin, Natasha, Cooper, Monica, Simon, Skylar, Johnny, and Aubrey. You will be known as-"

"The Jumping Seagulls!" Chris yelled out again. Their reaction was pretty similar to that of the Flying Monkeys. Malcolm was hoping for it to be between Tagi and Pagong, but he saw no hope with Chris. But yet, he handed them their yellow buffs and continued.

"It is time for your first challenge. About a hundred feet into those woods are boxes and crates of supplies. These supplies vary from food, tools, and anything else you might need to build your camp. You will have two minutes to get everything you need. After that, you will follow a map to your new home." Malcolm then tossed each team a map.

"Ready? Go!" and with that, the two teams rushed into the woods, leaving behind their luggage. Malcolm looked over at the many bags the contestants had brought with them. There was no way anyone was going to be using anything from them, aside from their swimwear and their one luxury item. Malcolm then called up a bunch of interns to bring these items to the camp sites while the rest would be stored. Meanwhile, the teams approached the boxes of supplies and fought for them like savages.

Monica stumbled upon a crate full of blankets and pillows and decided to take it, but was then tackled by Macy.

"Get your own comfort, sweetheart!" she yelled at girl on the ground.

Anders opened up one of the crates to reveal bags of rice. He snickered.

"Bags. Way too mainstream."

He grabbed one of the bags and tried to open it, in an effort to pour all the rice in the crate. Because to him, it was better storing rice in a wooden crate. But he was suddenly confronted with a battle cry.

"THAT'S MY RICE!" Anders then turned to see Riley charging at her. She lunged and attacked Anders. She would've knocked him out if Rickie hadn't stepped in.

"Stop that. He's on our team." he told her calmly, surprisingly calmly. Riley realized her mistake and got up. "Oh, sorry. I'm just uncomfortable around new people." she apologized.

"Are you kidding me?!" Riley recoiled in fear as Anders continued.

"Punches are way too overused! You should've given me the sleeper hold or an Indian sunburn! But my personal favorite is when someone sticks their finger down another person's throat in an attempt to make them puke." 

In the midst of the fighting, Angel stayed away from it all. She was far too nice to get in someone's way. The blonde just sat there, hoping that her tribe could get some good stuff.

But to her surprise, a man in a suit approached her. He had black hair that covered his right eye. He was pushing a crate toward her.

"Here you are, madam; a crate full of various fruits that I think we can do well on." he said in an attempted British accent. Angel was shocked to see such loyalty.

"Thanks, sir." she told him softly. He then walked away to join the others. Angel just sat there by the crate. 

A loud was then heard, which caused everyone to freeze in place. Chris then approached them, using an air horn into a megaphone.

"Your two minutes is up! Get to camp!" he yelled.

The tribes gathered what they had earned and began to luge their supplies to their camps on opposite ends of the island.

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Chris went back to Malcolm, who was waiting for him.

"You need to go home now." Malcolm instructed.

"Hold on here, I'm not going anywhere!" Chris rebelled.

"CBS specifically cast me to host this series." Malcolm then took out a series of papers.

"You gave us Total Drama, Chris. That means you don't have any part in it anymore. I was nice enough to give you your fifteen second of fame." Malcolm handed the papers over to Chris.

"The crew has already called for a helicopter. Tomorrow, it'll be here to take you home so you can get back to doing what you love best; watching action movies, eating nachos, and living in your own fantasy." and with that, Malcolm walked away from the man to attend to other business.

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The Jumping Seagulls were attempting to manuever through the harsh jungle the island has to offer. Unfortunately, the tribes were not provided compasses. As a result, the more initiative members disputed where to go.

"Guys, I assure you we are going the wrong way!" Monica exclaimed.

"What makes you so sure?" Johnny asked.

"Oh, trust me. I use Google Maps so much that I have a natural sense of direction. Besides, if there's anything Wikipedia hasn't taught me, the sun always sets in the north." she explained.

"Wow, your whole argument just became invalid." Johnny stated.

"What did you say?!" Monica yelled.

"If you ask me, you probably wrote that Wikipedia article, didn't you?" 

"Do you want trouble?!" Monica threatened.

"What are you gonna do? Throw your Nokia at me?" Johnny intimidated.

"That's it! I'm calling my daddy!" Monica reached into her pocket for her phone, but was shocked to not find it.

"Where is it?" she asked to herself softly.

"Where's what?" Johnny asked.

"WHERE'S MY PHONE?!" Monica screamed. This alarmed the whole tribe. She turned directly to Johnny.

"GIVE ME MY PHONE!" she demanded.

"What are you looking at me for?" Johnny asked innocently. Monica wasted no more time and began to pat his body.

"I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!"

"I swear to God, I did not take your phone."

Monica finished searching Johnny's body, but to no avail. She then turned to the rest of the tribe.

"Alright," she said softly. "WHO TOOK IT?!" she burst out of nowhere. Everyone looked at each other, confused. Some were willing to accuse one another, even though they knew nothing about Monica's phone habits beforehand.

"WE ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I FIND MY PRECIOUS PHONE!" she commanded. Monica took action and quickly patted everyone's bodies, but with no success.

"SO IT MUST BE IN THE CRATES!" she yelled to herself. She began to approach them when she was stopped by a short blonde.

"Stop it! We shouldn't be frolicking over something like this!" she complained in a childish voice. Monica only chuckled.

"That's cute, kid, but-"

"Cute?! Listen, you...meanie! My name is Alexis Connely, and I'm not just some "kid"! I'll have you know that I am fourteen years old, and I'm way too old to be called "cute"!" Alexis huffed angrily before continuing.

"Look at us! We haven't even arrived at camp yet, and we're already falling apart! Me and my mom used to watch Survivor all the time! We would watch new episodes and we saw just how nicely the campers got along! But..then...one day...we were walking down the s-street. And then...and then...a truck came by...and it...hit her! Now I'm here...playing in her...m-memory!" she then sobbed uncontrollably.

Most of the others surrounded the poor thing to comfort her.

"Come on, are you really gonna do this to her?" Skylar jumped in.

"My phone, though." by this point, Monica's voice had died down to normal.

"Who cares about your phone? You're not supposed to have it out here anyway."

Monica heavily sighed, looking upon Alexis.

"Alright, let's go." Monica gave in.

As most of the group moved along, Angel looked back to see the man in the suit falling behind, pushing all of the crates. She instinctively went back to him.

"Do you need any help?" she asked him. The man looked at her, with an exhausted look on his face.

"No thanks, I'm only doing good to our tribe. Besides, you don't need to hurt your frail little body."

Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the man's remark.

"By the way, I don't think I got your name earlier." Angel pointed out.

"My name is Simon Silverston, servant to the tribe of Pagong, or as you know it as, the Jumping Seagulls." he announced.

"I'm Angel, just...any other girl." she chuckled a bit before looking on to Simon's hard labor.

"Why are you doing this all by yourself? No one ever made you their slave." she pointed out.

"Back home, my family runs a servant business. Elite families hire us to meet their every demand, no matter how small. Even outside there, I can't imagine myself not being of another's service." he explained. He then looked up. "Is there anything I can do for you, my dear?" he asked.

"Please, you don't have to call me "my dear."" she laughed.

"As you wish, Angel." he then bowed down to her.

"Is it alright if I walk with you?" she asked.

"Absolutely." Simon quickly answered.

The rest of the Jumping Seagulls have reached the end of the jungle, where they saw a giant yellow banner with the 'Total Drama Survivor' logo on it.

"Yes! We've made it!" Alexis cheered in her childish voice. The rest of the tribe joined in her celebration, except for Monica. She just remained standing there with a straight face and her arms folded.

"Say, does anyone know where the supplies are?" Johnny asked, confused. No one really noticed their delay until he had stepped in. They looked around, worried at where they could be.

Luckily, though, Simon and Angel showed up moments later with the crates. Everyone ran over to them to begin opening them up. They ignored the supplies and went straight to the food. Most of them began to help themselves to bananas, coconuts, and mangos. Simon and Angel couldn't help but look on in disgust. Angel began to grow peeved, and then angry at the hungry savages that her tribe was made up of.

"EVERYBODY STOP!" she suddenly yelled. Shocked, the tribe turned to her angry face.

"Is this how we are gonna spend our first day here at camp?!" she then went over to the open crates to see what was left. There were still plenty of fruits to go around. She then examined an unopened crate that was marked "Rice."

"We're gonna STARVE like this!" she screamed. The blonde then took a look at the camp site, while the other campers looked on. "I don't see any shelter here! How are gonna sleep tonight?!" she asked angrily. Everyone was speechless.

"Well I don't intend on sleeping on the sand tonight! Do you?!" she pointed to the group. Again, no one was able to speak. "That's what I thought! Now get your asses over there and start making camp!"

Everyone rushed straight to the crate marked "Tools." and took out a machete and several bundles of wood.

As everyone ran over to begin constructing a shelter, Angel covered her mouth in shock. Simon went over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What have I done?" she whispered, worriedly to herself.

"Don't worry, Angel, it wasn't that big of a deal." Simon assured her.

"Yes it is. I ruined my one chance to be trusted."

"They'll be thanking you later when they have a comfortable place to sleep and food to eat."

"But what if they vote me out? It'll be too soon."

"You won't. I'll make sure-" but he was suddenly interrupted.

"Hey, you two! We need more hands!" Johnny shouted. The two complied and went over to them to help.

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The Flying Monkeys had an easier time getting to camp than the Jumping Seagulls. Before they knew it, they saw the orange banner that signified their camp. They celebrated their success, but Rickie got on top of the crates and addressed.

"Listen everybody!" he shouted. Everyone turned to his attention.

"As much as I'm proud of getting here, I think we'd best start setting up camp." he commanded calmly.

"Camp? It's been done a million times! Let's just sleep on the sand. That would be way better!" Anders stated.

"Yeah, like that's happening!" Macy said sarcastically. "My beautiful body does not belong in the sand!"

"Well you can build your precious camp if you want! But I'm sleeping in the sand!"

Rickie couldn't help but intervene.

"Alright, we can't be tearing apart here. We need to get started." Rickie then got down from the crates and opened the one marked "Tools." He took out the machete first.

"Who's good with a machete?" he asked.

"Allow me." boasted a blonde man. He went up to Rickie and took the machete. "The name's Jordan, strongest man in the world who is at everyone's assistance." Rickie just looked on awkwardly.

"Uh...I'm Rickie. Um...glad you could help."

Jordan then went to a small tree and began to chop at it with the machete. The women on the team were amazed with how effortlessly he took the structure down. Rickie, however, was a little suspicious.

Jordan then started to chop the fallen tree into smaller parts. He made longer parts for the frame of the shelter, and smaller ones for the floor. When he finished his work, he looked up at Rickie.

"Will this be enough wood, Rickie?" he asked.

"We'll work with that for now, then if we run out, you can get more." he answered. Rickie then reached into the crate and found a long strand of rope.

"Alright, everybody. We got a shelter to build! Can we do it?" he shouted cheerfully. Unfortunately, no one really got the reference, but agreed anyway. They went over to the wood and began to assemble.

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Malcolm was well aware that Chris wouldn't be easy to get rid of, so he decided to give the man some dinner. He summoned the stubborn Chris over to a huge buffet full of food. The long table was filled with buffalo wings, fried chicken, steak, hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and salad for the vegetarians. Malcolm, filling into the latter category, only took a plateful of salad. Chris, however, went full out with the other foods. Afterward, they sat down at a table for two. Chris dug right into a cheeseburger, and was overwhelmed with its flavor. Malcolm could tell he was enjoying the meal and started to converse.

"You know, Chris. I was talking with the executives over the phone and they just loved the idea of having you as a co-host." Chris was just flabbergasted.

"Really?! But you said-"

"I know what I said earlier, but I don't control the game, CBS does. You're right Chris, we're getting a generation of Michael Bay fans who just need an explosion every five seconds. Survivor doesn't have that, and that's why we're losing our younger audience. We need someone like you." Malcolm stated.

"Definitely! I'll get the interns to get started on crazy challenges right-" but Chris' head then fell forward on the table. He was unconscious.

"It worked!" Malcolm exclaimed to himself. He then had some interns carry him to a helicopter that was waiting some distance away. Malcolm got up proudly and saw the body being placed in the aircraft. When he saw the thing fly out of sight, he was relieved.

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Night One

The Jumping Seagulls had finished their wooden shelter within a couple hours, thanks to Angel's little temper tantrum. An intern had dropped by soon after they arrived to give them their luxury items. Everyone had brought one except for Simon, who thought that one item for serving his tribe just simply wouldn't have been enough.

Angel still felt guilty about her outburst earlier. Simon's words were true-the camp had been built and they had enough food to go around-but they weren't enough to make her forget. She decided to settle down on the sand in order to pay the tribe back. No one commanded her to do so, but she just couldn't help it. Simon saw her lying down over there and planned to go over there, but then he overheard Alexis.

"Can someone help me open his coconut?" she asked in her whiny voice. Simon instinctively went over to the smaller girl to help her out. The man grabbed a machete and hastily sliced open the coconut in several strokes. Alexis then greedily grabbed the coconut and drank the precious milk it contained. She then looked up at Simon.

"Thank you! You're really nice!" she cheered. Simon couldn't help but smile.

"You're welcome." he returned. He then rubbed the girl's head and decided to go over to Angel. He sat down beside the blonde. She looked over and saw him.

"Oh, hey there." she greeted quietly.

"You don't have to worry Angel. I was just over there and no one was talking about you." he reassured her. "I guess that's a start." Angel responded sarcastically.

"You don't have to sleep in the sand. You should sleep with the others in the shelter." Simon advised.

"You don't understand, Simon. I don't think I really had anyone special in my life. For the last couple of years, people at school look right through me and I have a brother who absolutely hates me. I saw this as a chance to start anew. No one knew who I was coming in, and this first day was just very important on getting a first impression and I blew it. Now people are gonna stay away from me."

Simon was listening the whole time and got to understand the girl's predicament.

"Do you want me to be your mattress?" he asked. He expected some angry retaliation, but he decided to give the full deal before she could react.

"Don't worry, I'll face down."

"Won't that be a little uncomfortable?" she asked, chuckling a bit.

"With a person as sweet and beautiful as you, I would do just about anything to make her happy."

Angel smiled at his remark and allowed the man in the suit to lie down in the sand.

"I'll try not to squish you." she whispered into his ear.

She got on top of Simon and looked up at the starry night. She knew that she had someone to trust.

Episode Two: Will You Ever Get A Clue?

Day Two

The sun rose over the ocean, creating a beautiful mirage of blue and light orange along the water. The Jumping Seagulls were all sound asleep as the light began to shine upon their bodies.

One of them, though, had risen at the sun's entrance. A spiked-haired man quietly got himself up from the shelter and moved quietly about the beach. There was barely any light in his scarlet T-shirt with forest green sleeves.

Since his arrival at Borneo, he hadn't talked much to anyone. He only knew some of the others' names by overhearing them in other conversations. He knew for a fact that no one knew his name. Who would have when he has done a good job of becoming part of the background?

He found a stick along the sand and picked it up. It was then that the blue-eyed man began to engrave the beach. He spent the next five minutes drawing a beautiful abstract mural. He assumed no would know what it really meant; they would see no more than an intricate set of lines, curves, and shapes. But the sixteen year old knew very well that it was his way of expressing his loneliness. This wall seemed to be impossible to surmount. He wanted to try, but every instinct in his body veered away from it.

The last thing he did in the sand was engrave his signature on the side. Unlike the rest of the mural, the signature was rather printed very clearly. And with that, the man went back to the shelter. The mural was swept away by the waves within minutes, as well as the words that read "Anthony Burton."

Anthony took a look at the sleeping contestants in the wooden shelter. One thing that drew his attention was a blonde man in a white shirt and a black vest, who was snuggling next to a redhead with a red "Trill" crop top, jean short shorts, gray knee high socks, and Timberland boots. The girl had a gold necklace on that had the word "Skylar" on it. Anthony assumed that was the girl's name. He looked out on the sand and saw a blonde sleeping on top of a man in a suit with black hair. To add to that unusual scene, there was a rolled up piece of paper on the girl's resting stomach. His timidness led him to believe that someone else would discover it when they woke up. He had wanted to go get it himself, but he feared that that would upset the tribe. Such an argument would've sounded ridiculous to a normal person, but Anthony saw it as common sense. He was about to head back to the wooden shelter, when he heard a voice in his head.

"Anthony, is this how you want to spend your time in the game?"

The wall in the spiked-haired man's mind was somehow able to get this thought across.

"You came here to make friends and make something of this experience. Take action!"

Anthony thought for a moment.

"You made that promise! You prayed for the opportunity, and now you've got it! Use it!"

He did remember making that promise. He also remembered the isolation he endured back at his old high school. Everyone was going to laugh at him if he just stood on the sidelines the whole time. So he made the final decision to get the parchment.

The sixteen year old went up to the frail, pale girl and saw the paper resting comfortable, moving up and down at the movement of the blonde's stomach. He reached his tanned arm forward. He tried his best to not wake her. Luckily, he snatched the paper quietly and quickly. He rose up successfully and looked at the rolled up paper. He easily untied the rope attached to it and opened it up. Inside was a message in the form of a poem.

"Tree Mail is out in the wood

but you don't have to go far.

Follow the trail behind you

and you'll see the wooden jar."

Anthony looked toward the jungle and he saw the trail that the tribe followed to get to the camp. He was perplexed. He saw most of the background as the tribe was going down the path. He didn't see anything resembling a basket. Despite this, Anthony took up the challenge and went into the forest.

As he walking in the jungle, he didn't notice anything strange or anything he hadn't seen the previous day. But, as the letter described, there was now a wooden basket attached to one of the trees with a sign above it reading "Tree Mail". He looked back and saw the end of the trail in sight. The spiked-haired teen opened the lid to the "jar" and saw another piece of paper inside. He took it out and he saw another poem.

"Warm up your body

and prepare for a brawl.

If you don't have what it takes

one of your own will take the fall."

Anthony read the poem over again to make sure he understood what it said. From the looks of it, he could make out that there would be a fight and that someone will "take the fall." Closing the lid, he took the paper with him back to camp. Now too active to lie back down, he decided to draw some more in the sand. He went to get the stick he was drawing with earlier. He proceeded to make another abstract drawing. The sixteen year old didn't have any sort of plan when he focused on art; he just put down whatever his brain thought of. Back home, people praised his art. He won awards based on something he merely doodled in class one day.

As he continued to draw, he was suddenly interrupted by a blood curdling scream. Anthony looked up and saw that it had come from the redhead he saw earlier.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU SICK PERVERT?!" she yelled. Everyone rose at the sound of her cries of terror.

"Skylar, please. Cooper Smith always know how to protect the ladies." the blonde man said in a calm, seductive voice. He knew the girl's name from the necklace she was wearing. He was met, however, with a slap to the face.

"You're sick!" Skylar sneered.

"Don't worry, Skylar! All you have to do is scream and I'll be right there!" he told the redhead. Cooper then turned and saw a girl with choppy caramel hair, corresponding skin, and blue eyes that greatly contrast from the rest of her body. Cooper couldn't help but go over to her.

"Hey, there! Cooper Smith has something special for you." he flirted.

"Sorry man, but I'm off limits." the girl warned him.

"A feisty one, I see. Well maybe I can," he paused arrogantly before continuing. "lower your walls."

"Forget it!" the caramel girl then gave Cooper a hard push and got out of the shelter. The girl then met up with Skylar, who was searching for breakfast from the crate.

"Hey, girl. How are you holding up?" she asked as the redhead was digging through the crate.

"Cooper's definitely the most annoying person in the tribe. I want to see him gone as soon as possible." Skylar stated as the blonde tried to get something going with Monica. The reddish-brown haired girl responded with a slap to Cooper's face.

"By the way, I'm Natasha." she introduced. Skylar then got out a red, plump mango.

"Well it's good to meet you. Glad to have a friend around here." the redhead cheered. Skylar went over to the machete and sliced the fruit in half. She then held up on half to Natasha and offered it to her. The caramel girl agreed and grabbed the tropical fruit.

Natasha couldn't believe that she didn't get to know Skylar more the previous day, but when you have an angry Angel, she was just so focused on not getting another outburst.

"So, is there anyone on the island that you'd like to take to the end with?" Natasha asked.

"No one else really, but you seem alright."

Natasha couldn't help but blush; she knew she had a real companion in the game. But she felt her heart starting to beat a little bit. She tried to hide that with a smile that unfortunately came out to be forced.

"Are you alright?" the redhead asked concerned. The caramel girl noticed the look on Skylar's face and quickly brushed it off.

"Oh, I'm fine." she lied. She hoped that would hold her off.

"I know Facebook, Twitter, 4chan, and all those other sites. That has to be one of the biggest lies a human can say. It ain't cool to lie." she spoke in a tone that to Natasha's surprise was not angry or concerned. Skylar then broke out into an improvised rap.

"Don't say everything's fine

when you're about to cry.

Always tell the truth

don't see me as a booth.

I'm your journal right now

to tell your every vow.

So step up and speak

there's no need to grow weak."

Natasha was fascinated by Skylar's performance.

"You're an amazing rapper." she commented. The sixteen year old redhead just smiled.

"Thanks, I've been going to a lot of parties over the years. You tend to pick things up."

Natasha's heart started to pound even faster, but she now knows better than to let that show in front of Skylar.

"Do you want to be in an alliance?" Natasha asked. Skylar quickly nodded her head.

Anthony was looking at the paper he had retrieved this morning. He thought it would be a piece of cake to just stand up and tell everyone the clues. He thought that everyone wouldn't mind, but then he thought something.

"Everyone's been up for quite some time now. It's too late to say something without them getting mad."

The spiked-haired man realized this truth. Even if to another this may or may not be the case, to him it wasn't a chance worth taking. So he got up and simply "dropped" the paper on the floor of the shelter and went into the woods, where no one would disturb him. It was there that he started to draw in the soil.

It didn't take long for that piece of paper to be discovered. A girl with wide, blueish-gray eyes and mostly light brown hair was walking by the shelter when she stumbled upon the parchment. She picked it up and read the respective poem.

"Warm up your body

and prepare for a brawl.

If you don't have what it takes

one of your own will take the fall."

She pushed back her light brown and blonde bangs, confused by the poem.

"Hey guys! Does anyone know what this means?" she shouted from the shelter. Everyone noticed the pale-skinned figure and went over to her.

"This poem." she indicated.

Cooper snatched it and read it over.

"Maybe it'll involve getting down with the ladies." he implied seductively. The blonde then leaned against the brunette's shoulder. She moved back, causing the man in the white shirt and black vest to fall flat in the sand.

Skylar then decided to take a look at the paper, this time with a different interpretation.

"I think it might be a game of Twister." the redhead suggested. A redhead man started giggling at this remark. Skylar noticed this and turned to him.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked the man.

"Oh, nothing. It's just...Twister...in Survivor?" he then broke down, laughing. But then he coughed a bit and grabbed an inhaler. The redhead breathed into it several times before calming down.

"I see you have asthma." Skylar noted.

"Yeah. I've had it just about my whole life."

"The name's Skylar." she then offered her hand.

"Benjamin. Benjamin Lisle." the man answered, taking Skylar's hand. It then turns out that everyone else has been listening to their conversation.

"Um...awkward conversations later. First, we need to find out what this poem means." the brunette said.

"Have you considered me yet?" Simon jumped in. "I enjoy reading with a passion. I bet I can decipher it." the black-haired man then took the piece of paper and read it. Angel couldn't help but stare at him. To her, his piercing blue eyes reflecting against the sun made him even more beautiful.

"From the looks of it, there's probably going to be some sort of fight between the two tribes and the losing one will have to send somebody home."

Those who have read realized where he was coming from as the pieces were put together as such.

"Warm up your body...brawl...one of your own will take the fall."

"Well I certainly hope not. I'm not very strong." Johnny concerned.

"Well, we got everyone else then." Simon responded.

The "slave" then turned to the brunette.

"Where did you find this?" he asked.

"I just found it on the floor in the shelter." the girl answered, pointing to said surface.

"Well I didn't see anything in there beside the ladies." Cooper stated, staring at Skylar in a flirtatious manner. The blonde was met, however, with another slap to the face.

"I think you STOLE it, Skylar!" Alexis cried in her childish voice. Everyone looked at the redhead, suspicious.

"I didn't steal it! And even if I did, would it really matter?" she defended.

"What if we lost the fight because we didn't know about it!" Alexis argued. Everyone else except for Natasha seemed to believe the younger girl. They saw a stronger sense of charm and truth from Alexis' blue eyes than from Skylar's green ones. The caramel girl, however, trusted Skylar and wanted to side with her.

"I'm starting to believe this one." the brunette stated, indicating Alexis. The little blonde wrapped her arms around her.

"Oh thank you! Um..." she stopped, confused by her name.

"Aubrey." the brunette played along.

"Oh yes! Aubrey is my favoritest person ever!" Alexis cheered. Skylar just rolled her eyes as the others started favoring the fourteen year old. However, she then noticed at the start of the trail a spiked-haired man coming toward the crowd. No one else appeared to notice him as he approached Aubrey. Just then, the man tapped the brunette on the shoulder. She was startled to see the spiked-haired man and let out a yelp. Everyone turned to see the two.

"What?!" she exclaimed, surprised. Skylar thought the man would defend her by telling the truth, but he simply pointed to her the trail he had come out of. Aubrey wasn't entirely sure what he was indicating, so the tanned man shakily yet surely directed her in said direction. The others seemed to follow him.

The spiked-haired man led the tribe down the trail they had originally walked down to get to camp yesterday, eager to see what the man had to show. It didn't take too long, before they had arrived at the Tree Mail tree. Everyone looked at it curiously.

"So is this where you got the poem?" Aubrey asked to the spiked-haired man. He simply nodded. Alexis drove right through the crowd to see the wooden basket for herself. The little blonde then turned to the redhead she had previously accused.

"I'm sorry, Skylar..."

Skylar, of course, was still not impressed by Alexis' act.

"Well whatever. At least now we know where to go." Aubrey stated.

Most of the tribe went through the trail back to the camp. The spiked-haired man stayed behind, however. Skylar, looking back, noticed this and decided to go back for him.

"That was...pretty cool of you." the redhead said awkwardly. The tanned man simply shrugged.

"You're not much of a speaker, are you?" she asked. The man nodded.

"Are you shy?" Skylar asked. The man turned around awkwardly, as if he were spoken to like a child.

"I can tell you want to be alone right now." Skylar noted. The redhead simply got up and walked slowly back to camp.

Skylar went back to the camp and saw Benjamin waiting for her. He looked rather anxious. To distract herself from the redhead's worries, Skylar simply stared at his Nirvana T-Shirt as she approached him.

"Look Skylar, I'm very sorry. It's just that I'm very easy to sway and I didn't anyone thinking bad things about me! Forgive me!" the artificial redhead pleaded. Skylar merely smiled, thinking the man is cute that way.

"Say, Benjamin. Do you want to be in an alliance with me and Natasha?" the redhead girl asked. Benjamin nodded his head.

"Sure."


The Flying Monkeys awoke at the crack of dawn in a unison fashion. Unlike the Jumping Seagulls, everyone on the Flying Monkeys already knew most of their names. Unfortunately, the very idea of alliances didn't seem to exist and the tribe saw each other as one big, happy family.

Rickie quickly got into his red swimming trunks and dived straight into the crystal clear ocean. The splash caused everyone to look on. After allowing himself to soak into the tropical water, he rose. Water droplets sparkled against his dark, African skin. His orange dreadlocks remained in tact, despite its wet exposure.

"Come on in guys! The water's warm!" he cheered.

A tanned girl with wavy brown hair and bright brown eyes joined in almost immediately after. The girl practically jumped out of her light blue camisole and khaki shorts and got into her pink and black wet suit. Along with that was her luxury item, a surfboard. With the board in hand, the girl rushed toward the ocean while still chanting and made a dive into the tropical water. A splash ensued, allowing a gush of water to hit Rickie's dark skin.

"That was great, Melika! Who's next?" he asked excited.

Another girl immediately followed, with an even more enthusiastic scream than Melika's. She had similar features than that of the surfer girl, but her eyes were green with blue tints and her hair was in a ponytail as opposed to just being laid out. She also had much more convenient swimming wear than Melika: blue swimming trunks and a gray Nike muscle shirt. She got into her swimwear much faster and ran quickly along the sand before making a head first dive into the ocean.

"Fantastic, Lola!" Rickie exclaimed before giving her an excited high-five.

Riley had jumped in before any of the others in the water could've noticed, creating a huge splash. Rickie looked at her, excited at what he had seen and gave the rainbow-haired girl a high-five.

Sadly, nobody else really bothered to go in, especially Macy, who refused to even get out of the shelter.

"I'm not getting my hair wet!" the dark girl voiced.

"You sound just like Heather." a man spoke from behind her. Macy turned around and saw an ethnically diverse man lying down behind her. He has a blue mohawk and buzzed, light brown hair. He was wearing a sleeveless blue buttoned-down shirt underneath a sleeveless black leather jacket. To top it off, he was wearing black denim shorts. His clothing resembled Duncan to some degree.

"Do you want to start with me, Cedric?" she asked angrily. Cedric's hazel eyes clearly affirmed this.

"We don't need another Heather, okay! I don't want to constantly hear your blabbering!" the brown man argued.

"I DON'T BLABBER!" Macy screamed, attracting the tribe's attention.

"Whatever, Queen Bee." Cedric said to himself.

"Oh! Now you're gonna get it!" Macy yelled before grasping Cedric. She was getting ready to assault when she was pulled back by Rickie.

"Calm down, Macy. We can't have this family be tearing apart on Day 2." Rickie stated calmly.

"No! I will not stand for such ridicule!" the black woman screamed.

"Come on. Do we really need to be arguing over this?" Rickie asked.

"That's it! I'm officially on your bad side!" Macy warned Rickie. Macy then got out and stormed down the trail into the jungle. Rickie just looked at her, confused.

"She's really Heather now." Cedric commented.

"Well, whatever. It's much more original than being nice all day." Anders added.

Everyone tried to put that little argument in the back of their heads and dispersed. Behind Cedric was another man; a white man. He was the one person that nobody knew the name of. He had been sleeping through the entire confrontation. The brown man looked at the figure that had choppy black hair. The white man was also wearing a white T-Shirt with blue block letters on it, a short sleeve black jacket, jeans, white and blue sneakers, and a necklace attaching a blue star. But what was prominent in the man was a pair of scars on his wrists. Cedric looked at them, wondering where they came from.

"Hey Cedric! Come over here!" a man nearby shouted. The brown man was quick on his feet and went over to the voice.

Meanwhile, the white man arose. He stretched his arms and opened his light green eyes. He rubbed at them before rolling to the other side of the shelter. He was planning on getting up from that position to sit down at the edge, but he noticed a flattened piece of paper on the floor where he had been sleeping. Curious, the black-haired man approached the paper and picked it up. It was slightly crumbled from him lying down on it, but it still looked nice. He noticed a poem on it and read.

"Tree Mail is out in the wood

but you don't have to go far.

Follow the trail behind you

and you'll see the wooden jar."

The man could tell by the poem that the message was of importance, but he instinctively wanted to keep people from knowing about it. As a result, he slid it into his jeans' pocket. With that out of the way, he sat on the edge of the shelter and watched his fellow tribe interact.

Cedric had been called over by a spiked-haired man with a T-Shirt and khakis.

"So what's up, Benny." the brown man asked.

"You know, I've noticed that we haven't started a fire yet." the spiked-haired man noted.

Cedric looked on at Benny, confused.

"What does that have to do with me?" the brown man asked.

"Well, I can't help but notice that you're on the more "fit" side of the tribe. So I was wondering if you could help-"

"No." Cedric immediately shook his head.

Benny was bewildered by this.

"No? But I haven't even told you what I wanted."

"No. The first thing you have to know about me is that I hate responsibility."

Benny remembered yesterday, of how Cedric slacked off while the rest of the tribe was building the shelter.

"Think about it, though! You can get a ton of firewood with that body of yours, and I have the know-how to get a flame going."

"I'd rather wait until we're out of food and start seeing people getting angry. That'd be awesome!" Cedric cheered.

Benny just sighed and walked off into the jungle.

Meanwhile, Macy was standing in the trail, furious by what Cedric told her. She wouldn't dare punch a tree, fearing of it damaging her skin or even worse, her nails. A flame was burning strong in her dark grey eyes.

Benny had decided to go down the trail, hoping to find wood in the immediate tracks. The spiked-haired man had found several hunks of wood to be used. He felt like he didn't even need to trek outside the path. As he felt his luck beginning to climax, he stumbled upon a tree. Sure, there were other trees, but this one was different. There was a sign nailed onto it that read "Tree Mail." Below it was a wooden jar. Dropping the pieces of wood, he approached the basket and opened the lid. Inside, he found a piece of paper. Benny removed the parchment and read the poem that accompanied it.

"Warm up your body

and prepare for a brawl.

If you don't have what it takes

one of your own will take the fall."

The spiked-haired man looked at it, wondering what it could mean. He looked to his left and he saw Macy, who had been standing next to the tree the whole time.

"Macy, did you notice this?" Benny asked.

"Notice what?" Macy said, aggravated.

The brown woman didn't even bother to turn around.

"This Tree Mail."

Macy turned around this time and saw the sign and the basket.

"Why didn't anybody tell me about this?!" Macy yelled.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice." Benny sighed to himself.

Unfortunately, Macy overheard.

"What did you say, punk?!" the brown girl intimidated.

"Nothing. Anyway, we should really get back to camp about this." the spiked-haired man pointed out. Benny didn't wait, and he rushed back to camp; never picking up his wood. Macy followed behind, annoyed by the "nerd."

The spiked-haired man returned to the camp and made the bold announcement.

"HEY GUYS! I FOUND SOMETHING!"

Everyone was surprised by the sudden outburst and approached Benny.

"What is it?" Riley asked excitedly.

"I don't know." Benny concerned.

"Let me handle this!" exclaimed a girl with black ponytails. The girl grasped the paper and read it over.

"I think we're gonna go watersliding!" the girl yelled.

"I was gonna say that, but now you ruined it, Mystery!" Anders complained.

"Well, let me take a look." Cedric requested. The brown man took his chance to solve the puzzle. He then looked up with an excited grin on his face.

"If we're gonna win, we need to warm up!" he pointed out. He approached Mystery and suddenly punched her in the face. Cedric placed his hands on his hips in pride.

"I think we stand a good chance today." he stated.

Mystery angrily gritted her teeth and let out a growl. The tanned girl lunged at Cedric and began to fight him.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" she screamed.

She was then pulled back by Rickie, who had the paper in hand.

"I honestly think it could be a fight, but we can't be killing each other." Rickie announced.

"Rickie's right. We need to unite as one." Jordan jumped in. "I bet the other tribe is fueling up for that fight! They're probably working together! And look at us! We could definitely warm up, but we can't be tearing ourselves apart!" the blonde continued.

"Let's run some laps!" Riley cheered.

"Let them know who we are!" Melika jumped in.

"Let's fuel up on food!" Lola finished.

Most of the Flying Monkeys took that cheer to heart and began to warm up for what could be a grueling challenge.


Episode Three: Who's It Gonna Be?


Day Two, Immunity Challenge

Malcolm looked at the jungle that was ahead of him. Just behind him was the sparkling ocean, but it was not a part of the beach that any tribe possessed. A series of buoys were spread out, forming a square about forty feet on each side. All these Ryaners were roped together by rope. Halfway down the ropes heading away from the beach were two poles, each indicating the halfway Ryan. Finally, there was a secure platform with a chair for the aging man to sit on. Beside him was a table with a small cover on it.

"Come on in, guys!" Malcolm said in his tradeRyan announcers voice. On cue, the two tribes came out single file, everyone wearing their swimsuits. The Jumping Seagulls emerged first, with Simon carrying a thin yellow banner. The rest of that tribe followed the groomed black-haired man. Behind them were the Flying Monkeys, with Rickie carrying a respective orange banner. The line split between the tribes and they got on their corresponding mats.

"Are you ready for your first Immunity challenge?" the host asked. Everyone nodded.

"Alright, each tribe got a clue that led to Tree Mail earlier today. In Tree Mail was a clue for today's challenge. I assume everyone got that message." everyone nodded.

"Today's challenge will be like a game of basketball, only in the water. I will be the referee and will make all calls. Each round, you will bring in five people; one center, two forwards, and two guards. Everyone will meet in the center of the court and I will put the ball in play. Once then, you will try to get the ball in your net, each one will be represented by your tribe color. You are free to fight your way to the net. Once someone scores a basket, you will swap out your team and bring in five more people. First tribe to three will win Immunity and will be safe from Tribal Council tonight."

Malcolm then went to the table next to him and removed the cover, reveal a wooden tiki statuette.

"Losers will go to Tribal Council where someone will be voted off tonight. I will now give you a minute to strategize." Malcolm then started to make his way to his chair.

The Flying Monkeys got themselves in a huddle.

"Alright, now I think we shouldn't be throwing in all of our athletic powerhouses in at once. Because then, we'll have an entire team of underdogs." Rickie suggested. He knew that by now, most of the tribe had accepted his leadership. 

"Now I think we should throw in Riley as the stronghold for the first round." the brown man stated.

"Alright!" Riley shouted. Mystery, who was next to her, cupped her mouth.

"Thank you, Mystery." Rickie commended.

"No problem." the girl in black pigtails expressed.

"Um, not to brag or anything, but I think I'd be a better contender." Jordan announced.

"Well, it's not really a matter of skill, it's just we need to limit the true athletic strength in each round so that every set of five has at least one athlete." Rickie said. Nervous, he continued; think he acted a little mean.

"Um...of course, all of us are great athletes. It's just that...um...I don't want to overestimate." the brown man made out shakily. Jordan placed a hand on Rickie's shoulder.

"It's alright. Besides, it's hard to be this strong." the blonde defended while boastfully showing off his physique. His body wasn't too muscular, but it was enough to break even with the rest of the tribe.

"Now Cedric, you look like you have potential, so you'll be the center in the next round." Rickie told the brown man with the blue mohawk.

"I think Macy should be thrown into center this round." Cedric suggested, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Back off!" Macy warned.

"Jordan, you'll go in third round and then we'll repeat that." Rickie finished.

"You know, Rickie, I do have some physical strength." Lola jumped in.

"You can be a guard in the first round. Anyway, who else wants to volunteer?" Rickie asked. No one really rose their hands.

"I don't really care, I'll just do it." Skylar said openly.

"Anyone else?" the brown man asked. Still, no one raised their hand.

"Alright, I'll just have to make up a system."

Rickie pointed at Macy and began to do "Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo." After going around, he landed on Anders. The hipster then surprisingly bowed.

"I will give you a great act!" the pale man vowed. Rickie looked at him confused.

Rickie repeated the procedure and this time, and this time picked Benny and Mystery.

"Alright." Benny said.

"Okay." the girl in pigtails responded.

The brown man went through the ranks one last time and picked Macy.

"I can't!" Macy exclaimed. The others hushed her.

"You were selected fair and square, Macy. You have to work with us." Rickie explained.

"No! I will not! I will throw the challenge!" Macy whined. Rickie then sighed.

"Alright, I'll go in your place." the brown man compensated.

The Jumping Seagulls quickly compromised the first round pick. They had on their side Cooper, Skylar, Aubrey, Simon, and Anthony. The tribe waited patiently for the Flying Monkeys to pick their team.

Once the teams were selected, they made their way into the water court and met in the center. Malcolm was perched in his chair with a white ball in the air.

"Play!" the aging man announced as he threw the ball toward the two teams. Rickie was the first to get the ball and he quickly passed it to Anders. Skylar and Aubrey then proceeded to chase the hipster. Riley noticed this and started to charge at the two other girls.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" the rainbow-haired girl cried as she grasped the opponents and slammed them into the water. She resurfaced and attempted to drown Aubrey and Skylar.

"DIE, YOU TWO!" she screamed. The girl was then pulled back by Rickie.

"Don't kill them, Riley." the brown man responded calmly. He then noticed that Anders scoring a basket.

"Point to the Flying Monkeys!" Malcolm announced. The tribe celebrated as they made their way out of the court. Cedric grasped Macy's arm and started to drag her out.

"Alright, Round Two!" he cheered.

"Get your arm off me!" Macy yelled.

"Nope! It's your turn, honey." Cedric affirmed. The woman continually attempted to break from the sadist's grip, but to no avail.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she cried. Rickie tried to jump in.

"Come on, Cedric. Don't put her through this." he said.

"No! She needs to learn that people don't always get what they want!" the man with the blue mohawk argued.

"Cedric! Please don't do this." Lola pleaded.

"We need to get back to the challenge." Melika chimed in.

Despite their wishes, Cedric continued to pull Macy toward the ocean.

"We are getting back to the challenge!" Cedric responded to Melika.

"CEDRIC!" everyone yelled. The man with the mohawk sighed and released Macy. The brown woman rubbed her skin.

"You jerk! You almost ruined my skin with your meaty hands!" she retorted.

"Alright, so Jordan and Macy will sit out with the rest of us. Everyone else, get out there." Rickie commanded. The remaining players made their way onto the court. The Jumping Seagulls had sent out Monica, Natasha, Johnny, Angel, and and Benjamin.

Malcolm was propped back up on his white chair with the ball. The players approached the center of the water court and looked up at the host.

"Play!" the sphere flew in the air before being caught by Cedric.

"Cedric! Over here!" Lola yelled. The sadist ignored her, however. Johnny attempted to tackle him, however Cedric was able to slam into the nerdy brunette.

Benjamin rushed over to pick him up.

"Thanks." Johnny replied.

"It's all co-" however he was interrupted by Malcolm's announcement.

"Point to Flying Monkeys!"

The two looked to see Cedric jumping in cheer as he rushed back to the shoreline.

Dismayed, the members of the Jumping Seagulls rejoined their tribe. Among one of them was Angel. The pale blonde did what she could, but stood no chance to Cedric's wrath. She was specifically awaited by Simon, who still managed to wear a bowtie for the occasion. The man, who's groomed hair was now a watery mess, placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You did what you could." Simon told her.

Angel smiled as she glanced into his slightly tanned complexion that contrasted greatly from her ghost-like figure.

"COME ON GUYS! WE'RE LOSING!" Alexis whined.

Angel and Simon gathered with the "smaller" girl to contemplate their next round.

"Yeah, seriously. Are we really that bad?" Monica sneered.

"WE NEED TO WIN, GUYS! FOR MAMA!" Alexis cried.

"Well then, don't you think it's time you went out there." Monica continued.

"Without anybody big to protect me?! Everyone else already went!" Alexis complained.

"I'll go in." Simon volunteered.

"So will I!" Cooper said.

"I will die for you!" Benjamin jumped in.

Natasha shrugged. "What the hell?"

"The four of us are at your service." the black-haired "slave" stated.

The moment didn't last very long before a scream from the other tribe.

"NO!" Macy cried.

"You're the only person that hasn't competed yet!" Cedric said as he dragged toward the water.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she screamed.

"That ain't gonna work, tuts!" the man with the mohawk responded.

"I'M CALLING MY DADDY!" the brown girl said as she attempted to rush back to retrieve her purse.

"We confiscated all electronic devices." Malcolm intervened from his chair in the water.

"WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED WORLD IS THIS?!"

"This is Survivor; a game on a tropical island completely isolated from the society we were used to."


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Macy: I can't believe Courtney got away with using a PDA and Sam got away with some Gameboy! Can't a girl just use her iPhone in peace?!


"On top of that, Cedric does have a point. Every member of a tribe has to compete in this challenge. If anybody refuses to compete, then their whole tribe forfeits the challenge."

The Flying Monkeys gasped before going on a banter. They were all pleading Macy, the alpha-girl, to compete and place her interests aside. Cedric drew her near and placed his mouth to her ear.

"You don't compete and you're dead!" he silently threatened.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" Macy said grinding her teeth.

"I don't want the team to win, I just wanna see you get wet." Cedric explained.

"You're a sick monster! You know that?" the brown girl whispered.

"Call me a monster, I just flat out don't care."

Macy continued to restrain before a thought came to her mind.

"You know, Cedric, if you let me forfeit then you'll get to see the whole team suffer."

Cedric pondered for a minute.

"If I let you go, you will NOT throw me under the bus! Do you understand?" he whispered.

"Trust me on this." Macy said.

Cedric couldn't help his sadistic urges.

"You got yourself a deal." he complied. He then let go of the brown girl and faced Malcolm.

"She won't do it." Cedric announced.

The rest of the Flying Monkeys stirred up a commotion.

"She just won't budge." the man with the blue mohawk stated.

"Macy, are you sure you don't want to do this?" Malcolm asked from his chair.

"I would rather DIE than go in that water!" she sneered.

"In that case, Jumping Seagulls win immunity." Malcolm announced.

The Jumping Seagulls cheered as the host made his way down from the chair. Most of the Flying Monkeys gave Macy ugly looks, but the alpha-girl was unfazed.

Malcolm grabbed the coveted statuette and handed it over to Simon.

"Jumping Seagulls, you are safe and have earned yourselves another two days here. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

The winning tribe complied and filed out victoriously. Once they were out of sight, Malcolm turned to the Flying Monkeys.

"Flying Monkeys, I will see you at Tribal Council tonight where one of you will be voted off tonight. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

They did as such as they headed out with darkened spirits and moral.


The Jumping Seagulls were discussing their victory as they approached their campsite along the beach. Simon placed the Tribal Immunity on the roof of the shelter as he went over to Angel who was still in her pink bikini.

"Hey, Simon." the blonde greeted.

"Good afternoon, Madam Angel." the man greeted.

Angel couldn't help but chuckle. Now having done his greeting, Simon found a seat on the sandy beach. The butler turned toward the girl, who's pale skin was burnt from being out in the sun. Strands of her sandy, wet hair was returning to the wavy blonde he had known her for. He also took respect to her beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"You know, Simon, I was wondering if you wanted to ally with me." Angel said.

To Simon, it was no more than doing everything the girl said. But he didn't care about that, for he was born to do so.

"Definitely..." he answered timidly. He wasn't sure why he stopped dead in his tracks.

Angel, however, just smiled.

"Great." she cheered.

Simon took in her response and remained silent, unsure how to carry on with the conversation. He wanted to continue, but didn't know what to say.

"So...still can't believe we won that challenge." he made out.

"Yeah, that Macy girl. She acts just like my brother." Angel said.

"You have a brother?" Simon asked.

"Yes, his name is Dylan. He's eleven and he's really annoying!" she responded.

"I've always been an only child."

"Well then, you must have it pretty easy." Angel said.

"If you want me to be honest, then it is "easy." the butler pointed out.

"What is it like?" the blonde asked.

"Well I spend my days in school and then the afternoons at work."

"Where do you work?"

"I work for the Tysons, a wealthy family that lives just outside my hometown. I go in there, clean up their house, tutor their children, and tend to their garden."

"Sounds boring." Angel replied.

"Not really. If anything, it's the best part of the day. School is a bore and I can never wait to get there. So in the meantime, I warm myself up by assisting my peers. That way, I'm already for the Tysons' service come 2:15." Simon told.

Angel giggled.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" he asked.

"Well, um...my school doesn't really have a "butler". It's just any ordinary high school. In fact, I'll be graduating this upcoming June." she said.

"Do you plan to go to college?" Simon asked. Angel nodded her head.

"Which one?"

"I recently got accepted into Syracuse." the blonde cheered.

"What do you plan to major in?"

"I haven't decided yet, but my mom's very supportive." she answered.

"You must have a really nice mother." Simon said.

"Yeah, she's the greatest person who ever lived!"

Simon simply smiled, taking in Angel's happiness.


Johnny awkwardly approached Benny, who was resting in the shelter.

"Um...thanks for helping me out earlier..." Johnny made out.

The artificial redhead rose to face the skinny brunette.

"Why are you coming up to me like this?" he asked, confused.

"It was rather kind of you. The least I could do is thank you for it."

Benny still looked puzzled by Johnny's actions, but went along with it.

"It was only best." he responded lightly.

Johnny sighed to himself and walked off.

On the other side of the camp, the light brunette, Aubrey had been witnessing the event while sitting in the sand. She couldn't exactly make out the words they were uttering, however she came to her own conclusions.


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Aubrey: I have been thinking about Benny lately; just listening to him and watching him. He's just hilarious! His girly mannerisms and his red hair that's too pure to have been natural. If only he were straight, though. I wish I could ask him, but that'd be weird. And now having that Johnny guy coming up to him!

(hyperventilating)

I just need to sort this whole thing out!


Aubrey got up from the sand and started to make her way to Johnny, who was leaning against a tree.

"Hi." she greeted.

"Hey Aubrey, how are you?" the male brunette asked in return.

"Good...um...can I ask you a question?"

Johnny simply shrugged.

"Sure."

Aubrey then scratched the back of her neck.

"Are you...in love with Benny?" Aubrey asked.

Johnny's forest green eyes widened.

"What?!" he said, shocked.

"It's okay if you don't want to admit it right away. When confronted with discomfort, a turtle will hide away in its shell. But once he's had some time he'll come out right out of the closet. Feel free to visit me when you're ready."

Aubrey then gave Johnny a hug and a pat on the back before going back to where she was. Johnny looked on, incredibly confused by the events that just occurred.


Anthony sat in the shadows, alone. He hadn't speculated on anyone needing him for strategy or maintaining the camp. There also wasn't much necessity to engrave upon the sun-deprived soil or the dark bark attached to the tropical trees. He was in a state of bliss; one where he didn't need anyone around or pieces to be represented in the real world. He had his imagination where he knew he was above all. He could craft anything instantaneously and animate them to take part in adventures of his choosing no pen or paper needed. He wished he could spend his entire life in this condition, but the everlasting presence of people struck him down into place. He had no way of ascending the hierarchy that they have established yesterday and he found no purpose in trying to fight a war that was already lost.

Little did the spiked-haired man know that a certain redhead that he encountered earlier was coming back. The tanned girl crouched down and observed the loner who was in a similar state from her earlier encounter.

"Hey there." she welcomed.

Anthony merely sat there, assuming that he had not heard. The redhead, however, was not convinced.

"Why don't you get down and dirty?"

She quickly looked around before stumbling upon the sparkling ocean.

"Looks like nobody's in the water. Why don't you stun them by plopping yourself in?" she said enthusiastically.

Still, Anthony remained silent. The redhead acted quickly and reached for a nearby stick. She held it up to the spiked-haired man.

"Why not try to stick this up somebody's nose!"

She looked back and saw Angel, who was sleeping on the sand.

"Try that girl! She'll never see it coming!" she said pointing to the pale blonde. Anthony, however, remained uninterested.

To the redhead, anyone who attempted to integrate the spiked-haired man to the social community would've been considered an extremist at best. At worst, somebody who has no one else to interact with. She assumed herself to be the former; before coming out to the island, she was one of the most confident and easygoing people at her high school. Although only being sixteen, she was known for hosting many parties with her peers and her exceptional presence and participation at them.

"Why are you doing this?..." a soft voice echoed.

The redhead, surprised, turned around and saw that the words had come out of the spiked-haired man's mouth.

"Doing what?" she asked in return.

"Talking to me?..."

To the redhead, it was surprising how anyone would ask that. Everything, to her, seemed like one of her parties.

"Well it's never fun to be missing out on the fun." she answered.

Anthony was rather unconvinced.

"Please...go away..." he requested.

"But...don't you want to win?" the redhead asked, twirling her hair.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..." the spiked-haired man said.

The redhead was always saddened by loners, but knew better than to get under their skin. Respecting his wishes, she got up and returned to the shelter.

As Anthony looked on at the girl, he thought about the promise he made to himself before he left. He knew that he would gain his courage to become a part of an alliance, pact, or even just a friendship. He knew the way to it and a gate just flew by for him to enter. He felt bad for himself, for being too timid to take an opportunity that was slapping him clean in his face. He thought about getting up to catch up with the redhead, but he looked upon the sun that was shining brightly onto his fellow tribe members and how chill it was in the shadows. He was used to being chill, and his instincts wanted to keep him from getting burned.


Alexis was sitting in the shelter, trying to escape the heat that Borneo brought to all its inhabitants on a consistent basis. With an effort only built on several hours, mere timber wouldn't suffice. She complained as it got ever hotter in the shelter. She wanted to avoid the water because she had just dried off, however as she heated up, the idea grew from its roots in her options to its bark coated log in her desires and finally peaking in the leaves of necessity. She never bothered to change out of her icy blue bathing suit, so a swim would be a run down the beach away.

Jerking upward, she sprinted with her scrawny legs kicking hard against the sand before diving into the water. It was still warm due to the sun's everlasting exposure upon it, but it provided more benefit than the shelter. The blonde took in what she could while keeping her body underwater. It was only when her tiny lungs had used up its air that she arose, gasping.

Meanwhile, Cooper had watched Alexis make her desperate journey to the watery resolution to her overheating. He knew that she was too young for his interests, but found another use for people like her.

Making his way over, he found a seat on the submerged sand beside the wet blonde.

"I can tell you were hot." Cooper said.

Alexis turned around to discover him. Frightened, she tried to move away.

"Get away from me, you weirdo!"

"No. No. No. I only focus on older women, so you don't have to worry." Cooper clarified.

Trying to act in character, Alexis inched her way back; her big blue eyes filled with doubt.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" she asked, worriedly.

"You know, nobody really likes having a little kid like you running around camp. Sooner or later, they'll grow annoyed of you and vote you out." Cooper explained.

"Nah uh! They love me just for the way I am!" Alexis argued.

Cooper merely chuckled.

"How innocent! I wish I could be your age again; where everything appeared perfect and happy and had rainbows spewing out of every opening. But I guess we all need to get a reality check at some point." he said.

"It's not true!"

"Well let me ask you this. If you were a senior in high school and you had prom coming up, would you pick a boy your age?" Cooper asked.

Alexis started to think about her answer, but the male continued.

"Didn't think so. But I have a plan that will help you out."

The younger blonde looked on at Cooper.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You see, I kind of need your help too. And there's a very special way that you can do that. You see, all you have to do is vote with me, talk with me, and play with me. It's called an alliance." he said patronizingly.

Alexis continued to listen.

"But if you say 'yes' to it then you have to stay with me all the way through. You can't vote with anyone else unless I say so, you can't help them, and you can't join an alliance with them. So, will you join?" he asked.

The girl had to think about the matter for a moment. She knew the guy was an idiot, but she couldn't break character as a seven year old girl.

"Okay." the female blonde agreed.

Cooper then reached out his hand to the girl.

"Thank you. I know that we will do great together."

Innocently, Alexis grasped the man's hand and shook it.


Natasha was watching Skylar return from her visit in the shadows.

"Hey there!" the dark girl cheered.

The redhead turned and noticed Natasha.

"Oh hi!" Skylar greeted.

She then made her way over to her.

"So...what were you doing back there?" Natasha asked.

Skylar thought about what the spiked-haired man had said to her just recently.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..."

The redhead was no person who liked to disrespect the wishes of others.

"...Nothing really. Just thought I'd get some shade." she responded.

Natasha listened, but saw a mysterious figure sitting against one of the trees in the shadows. In fact, the same one that Skylar was just visiting. She knew it wasn't her business, but a spark of suspicion started to circulate.

"Uh huh." Natasha said.

"So, do you want to talk strategy?" the redhead asked.

The dark girl shook her head.

"Trust me, I came out here to make friends; considering I'm not really popular at school right now." she said as she started to drift on a walk.

Skylar started to follow.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know, really. I did have friends for a while. We would play games, cheat with each other on tests, and sit with each other at lunch. But when I was in eight grade, they said they were moving."

"Moving where?" Skylar asked.

"Well there were three others. One of them was Erin and she moved to Alaska because her father became the president of the fishing industry there. Another was Terri and she moved to Brazil as an exchange student. Finally, there was Noel, who moved to Afghanistan to help a young boy with no family."

The redhead was baffled.

"That sounds a little extreme...don't you think?" she asked.

"Well there was nothing Erin could do about his father, but Terri and Noel are just really good people. I bet they'll win the Nobel Prize one day!" Natasha cheered.

Skylar placed aside her confusion and went along with it.

"So what happened after?" she asked.

"Well once high school started, nobody popped up to be my friend. I tried asking them, but they said that they all said that they're too busy with high school. And they're right; you have all that homework, some of them do sports, and others just have clubs. Who has time for friends?" Natasha responded.

Skylar was considering more and more of verbal intervention, but she knew she wasn't a meddler.

"Well...that's interesting." she replied.

"So. What's your life like?" Natasha asked.

"Well...I go to a lot of parties. They're very fun! Lots of boys, girls, and just people I know." the redhead said.

Natasha smiled in amazement.

"Wow! Everyone you know plus you must be a super league! You probably get that homework done super quick and you do clubs very quickly; leaving time for parties and stuff. I wish I could be like you!" the dark girl said.

Skylar scratched the back of her head.

"Um...yeah." she made out.

Little did the two girls know that Monica was making her way over to them.

"Hey girls!" she said, bursting out.

The two others turned at the girl with utter surprise. And a sense of eccentricity showed in her plastered smile and her messy auburn ponytail.

"Oh...hey Monica." Skylar made out awkwardly.

"What'ya guys talking about?" she asked eagerly.

"Nothing much, really." Natasha responded.

Skylar was overwhelmed with confusion and could barely comprehend how normal Monica's sudden outburst appeared to the dark girl.

"Natasha, can I talk to you in private?" Monica asked.

The dark girl nodded and rose to follow the darker redhead with Skylar looking on.


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Skylar: When I first met Natasha earlier, I viewed her as an understanding ally. But now...I'm worried. It's bad enough that I chose to left that other boy to himself...but this?! She'll never make it out here.


Monica lured Natasha into the jungle, away from the other redhead.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Natasha asked innocently.

"About Skylar." Monica said.

"What about her?" the dark girl asked.

"Listen Natasha, I know that Skylar may appear nice, but she's actually out to get you." she explained.

"Out to get me? What does that mean?" Natasha questioned.

Monica sighed in annoyance.

"It means that she's not your friend." she said.

Natasha widened her eyes.

"What?!" the dark girl gasped.

"Trust me, I know these things. I talked to her last night, and she was going on and on about how much she hates you. She'll vote you off the first chance she gets." Monica stated.

"Well...gee...I really thought I had a friend." Natasha said to herself.

"It's okay! But we need to get rid of her as soon as possible." she explained.

"But...we're not up for elimination tonight..." the dark girl pointed out.

"Well no, but the first Tribal Council we have, we cut her loose! Do you have a deal?"

Natasha nervously nodded her head.

"Good." Monica said before walking off, leaving her alone.

Little did Monica know that once she was out of hearing distance from the other girl, Natasha stuck out her tounge and let out a raspberry.


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Monica: My goal is simple; get the dumb girl on my side and get her to do what I say. Easy enough!


Somewhere far away from the Jumping Seagulls' camp was the residence of the defeated force. What was once an atmosphere of childish enjoyment and carelessness has been nearly asphyxiated by its father: reality; a punishment administered from the foil that the couple created. That child had grown up to follow in its master's footsteps.

This negative vibe had affected Rickie the most, knowing that he and his newly made friends will have to make a decision that would sooner be pushed aside than being forced to swallow a dry handful of cinnamon.

However, others were eager to play this game the way it should be: to outwit, outplay, and to outlast.

Cedric approached a pale brunette who was taking in shade beneath a tree.

"Hey you, who you voting for tonight?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"How are you gonna get her off?" he asked.

"What made you think I was voting for her?" Cedric asked.

"Trust me, I know what you copycats are all about! I have to put up with them every day, but you learn something and that's this: The more you hate someone, the more you want them to just disappear."

"Well, I do hate Macy, but not in that way. I enjoy making her suffer. There's nothing better than someone telling me what they hate, and doing everything you can to make sure that one thing gets in their faces. That splurge of joy that fills you when you see them terrified! Classic!" Cedric laughed.

"Do you really think I want that to go on the second day?" he asked the brunette with white glasses.

"Well...I'm glad you're not like everyone else." the brunette said, placing a hand on Cedric's shoulder.

"Who are you voting for?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"That's kind of hard to decide. After all, there are three athletic on this tribe." he explained.

"I see you're going for the obvious move." Cedric replied.

"Anders thinks otherwise. Anybody would be an obvious pick in my book." he said.

"I see." Cedric said.

"I'm probably thinking about Rickie. He's acting nice now, but with someone like him as a leader? It's only a matter of time." the man with the mohawk continued.

Anders nodded his head.

"I see where you're coming from." he responded.

"Do you want to join me?" Cedric asked.

"In voting out Rickie?" Anders said.

"Yes. It will be the perfect blindside; he'll never see it coming! Besides, think of all the people that would be pissed!" Cedric presented.

"You know what? You got yourself a deal?"

The two people stood up and shook hands.


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Cedric: I can't believe I got someone on my side! Someone actually agrees with me! Just four more people and I'll be sold!


Macy was sitting angrily against the wall of the shelter. She had learned to never tolerate anything as degrading as what had occurred earlier today and she wasn't prepared to abandon that established principle.

A dark man then entered the shelter and sat beside her.

"Rough day, huh?" said the man, twirling his orange dreadlocks.

"Don't bring me there!" Macy sneered.

"Listen, I wish I wasn't talking about these matters either. I joined this show to meet new people, but also for the obvious reason that made everyone else sign up. The one thing I knew that I would hate is afternoons like this. But-"

"Who do you think, Rickie?!" the dark girl yelled.

Rickie sighed.

"Sadly, Cedric would have to be my pick too."

"Finally! You choose to have common sense." Macy stated.

"Well it wasn't like I could pick somebody else. I want the money too." Rickie said.

Anders was approaching the beach to lie down. He had the discourse between the two darker people, but tried to ignore it.

"Hey, Anders." Rickie called.

The pale brunette stopped, but he didn't turn to meet the voice.

"Come over here, we want to talk strategy."

Anders had remained still. He heard the name of the man he had just had a conversation with, and wasn't ready to betray.

"The team commands you to come over here."

He twitched a bit, but he stayed silent.

Cedric was still by the tree, listening to Rickie's offerings. Although he saw the brunette staying true to his word, the man with the mohawk feared more and more that Anders would give in. Luckily, he managed to walk off from the shelter and take his seat in the sand.

Cedric relaxed himself and slid down to the ground. He had heard no further words from Rickie and was relieved. He looked through the canopy of leaves to see the beams of light radiating as the sun started its decline.

A thought came across him, though.

"He will turn on you..."

It escalated his fears. Surely, the possibility wasn't certain, but it was a possibility. The man with the mohawk removed the idea and cleared his mind. Tribal Council still was yet to come, but the day was still alive.


Jordan, with the machete in hand, sliced open a coconut to exploit its precious milk. Rickie, who was his supposed superior, came up to him in a similar fashion to Macy.

"Do you wish to vote out Cedric?" Rickie asked.

"I truly can't say enough how over the top he was at the challenge. I would keep him, but I'm thinking about everyone else." the blonde answered.

He managed to get the coconut into two rough halves. Jordan held both of them up, one in each of his hand. He reached out his right arm, with a respective half resting on it.

"Want one?" he asked.

Rickie nodded and accepted the gift.

"Thanks." he said as he started to drink from it.

"You know, we really do have a lot in common." the blonde noted.

The man with the orange dreadlocks separated the cup from his lip as he prepared to respond to Jordan's comment. 

"Well...I guess we do."

"In fact, I think we can do great together in an alliance." he said.

"You think so?" Rickie asked.

"Certainly. Considering that you assumed the role of leader, I think it's great to have an ally; someone who can mediate those who oppose the thought of a governed tribe. Since I am the most favorable, I think I would stand for the people." Jordan proclaimed.

"Um...okay." he simply replied.

"Do you accept?"

The decision wasn't easy for Rickie. He knew that he was honest and kind, but still couldn't resist a sense of doubt in the blonde. Not to say any were evident, but the darker man still thought the idea of forming "special" relationships so early in the game were flabbergasting. This clash between ethics and knowledge struck Rickie down.

"I'll think about it." he finally answered.

To Rickie's relief, Jordan wasn't offended.

"I understand." he said.

Jordan then moved away from Rickie, leaving him to suspect the impact of his comment.


Mystery, Riley, Melika, and Lola had wanted some time away from the rest of tribe. The foursome had grown tight. The latter three had a passion for sports, while Mystery was flat out not a fan of "girl" things. This alliance was unlike the others either tribe has established at this point. The members of this one have recognized a sense of self-righteousness-courtesy of Mystery; that they are self-sufficient without the dependency of the Flying Monkeys. In fact, they formed their own fire away from the camp and hung out. They were noticed from someone once in a while; sometimes they looked the other way, but other times- particularly on an afternoon like this- they would wonder if the group were talking about them or their allies.

"Some challenge today." Mystery started.

"You said it. We should have annihilated them!" Riley commented.

"If only there was surfing in there." Melika added.

"Well at least it was in the water." Lola said.

The other three concurred with her statement.

"It is what it is. But the question is, who do we vote for?" the surfer girl asked.

"That's easy: Anders." Mystery answered.

Riley opened her eyes in shock.

"But he was good at the challenge today. He even scored us a point." the rainbow girl said.

"I know, but it's just his attitude. He didn't even help us build camp; he just sat around, being an arrogant bastard!" Mystery replied.

"You can say that again." Lola commented.

"I think he could be useful in challenges, and what not. We need a force that would make the other tribe piss their pants in fear!" Riley argued.

"That's what we have Cedric for." Melika said.


Confessional

Riley: I don't get it! I just don't! When we formed this alliance yesterday, I thought I was an alliance full of strong, athletic women like me. That's what I got...however I thought they were going to focus on challenges and stuff! Not stupid politics! I was thinking Macy because she didn't participate, and therefore cost us the challenge. I mean Cedric is good at sports, but the more the merrier.


"Look Riley, we can't always focus on who's the strongest or who's the fastest or whatever." Melika continued.

The rainbow faced the surfer girl and faced her brown eyes.

"But isn't that what this alliance is about; the strongest and toughest set of women this game has to offer?" Riley asked.

"Well, to a degree. We are very athletic women, well...mostly everyone." Mystery said.

"Are you not athletic?" Riley asked her.

The black-haired girl shook her head.

"Did you see me at the challenge today? I sucked! Trust me, I couldn't play a sport if my life depended on it. I'm not, however, a prissy little girl who's into makeup and shopping. I wanted to form an alliance with you and these other girls because I like you all. You appear tough and that's just how I like it."

Mystery then stared into Riley's auburn eyes.

"Are we friends?" she asked.

It took her a moment, but the rainbow girl nodded.

Mystery rejoiced.

"Great! This is exactly the kind of character that makes you so likable!"

Although Riley hadn't quite received what she paid for, she was willing to accept the others for who they were.


It came back.

In the midst of relaxation and thoughtlessness, it found its way back onto the beach.

"He will turn on you..."

The panic resumed inside the man, but this time it wouldn't go away. No matter the extremity or fashion he tried to digress into, those five words were attached to him like leeches.

He thought it was time to sort things out and went out to find Anders.

The pale brunette was lying down on a hammock that Jordan built yesterday.

"Anders." Cedric said.

The man saw the guy with the mohawk standing against the yellowing sky.

"Are you gonna blindside me?" he asked.

The very idea left a shocked look on Anders' face.

"What?!" the brunette reacted.

"I keep on thinking you're going to vote for me instead of what was originally intended."

Anders was still surprised to have this idea come before him.

"Why would I do that?" he ask.

"Because you think you're going to get away with it. Not just that, but to protect your own hide." Cedric explained.

Fear enveloped the brunette's face.

"Are you okay?" Anders asked nervously.

"I'm uneasy, Anders. Very uneasy." he answered.

The brunette continued to look at his supposed friend, who was pacing slowly, but automatically. Then, out of nowhere, Cedric grasped Anders' shoulders. He winced in fear.

"Are you going to turn on me?" he yelled.

"No." Anders answered, collecting himself.

"That's not good enough! You gotta tell me right now! To my face!" the man with the mohawk screamed, even more anxious.

"No! I will not vote for you!" the frail brunette said, attempting to equal the sincerity and intensity that his fellow man displayed.

"I need to know!" he continued, this time shaking Anders.

"I will not vote for you!" he screamed, this time being audible to the rest of the tribe. They turned toward the duo in surprise. Cedric faced them with a blank expression. The wave appeared to have died quickly, and the others resumed their activities.

Cedric slowly and shakily released Anders.

"One word. Doesn't matter if it comes from you or from someone else. Should I get the slightest bit of doubt added, you're dead!" he threatened.

He then left the brunette on the hammock.


Rickie and Macy have long left the shelter for other purposes, however another pair has taken their place. Benny was exhausted after spending a good two hours gathering firewood. He had built up quite the mound in the back of the shelter. The Caucasian lied himself down and rested his back. His arms were aching from carrying a heavy load. He knew nobody asked him to retrieve it, but after having seen many programs on National Geographic, he knew that it would benefit the tribe later. He planned to get some more in the morning, but for the moment tried to get in some relaxation before Tribal Council.

As he lied down, looking up at the tropical wood canopy, another figure sat down on the end. Benny looked up and saw a tall, muscular man. He had a paler skin tone than him, but not much else. The person also had a head of short, choppy black hair.

"Hello," Benny said.

No response came out of the larger man. The spiked-haired man assumed that he hadn't heard his greeting.

"Hello?" he repeated.

Still, he remained silent.

At this point, Benny found the strength to push himself toward the figure. Once having himself sitting on the edge of the shelter, Benny looked at the man. The first thing that he noticed were two scars. Each were identical to one another; faded red Ryans that appeared to curve to meet each other. Drawing a line from their upper ends could easily form a rough semi circle.

The spiked-haired man then looked up and saw that the man's light green eyes were staring towards the ocean. His mouth had a serious and firm positioning. The reason behind his fixed position was unknown, and it perplexed Benny.

"Tough day. Huh?" he attempted.

The man's lips didn't quiver even in the slightest motion. The man looked as if he were a statue.

"With the vote and all and..." Benny stopped briefly before continuing.

"Who do you plan on voting for?" he asked.

The man, in a surprising fashion, turned towards Benny and opened his mouth.

"Cedric," he said.

"You know, that's what I was thinking too. Did you see him at the challenge today?"

The larger man turned back toward the sea.

"I know." he responded, facing away from him.

Benny thought about the man's reserved attitude. He was the only one who socialized so little on the tribe. Benny wasn't sure what to think.

"Could this man be planning a huge move?"

"Why did he sign up for this game in the first place?"

These questions went through the spiked-haired man's mind. There certainly must be a reason behind this person's reservation.

"What's your name?" Benny asked.

"Ed." he simply said.

Benny decided to not make Ed talk anymore. It has been a long day. And considering that this was probably his first interaction, he thought it was best not to overindulge him. He decided, instead, to get some more rest for the events that will inevitably follow. However, he and Ed were suddenly confronted by Cedric, who was gasping for air.

"You won't believe it!" he barely made out.

Benny shot up to look at the man.

"What won't I believe?" the spiked-haired man asked.

The man with the mohawk caught his breath and then crouched down to Benny.

"I just overheard Anders. He's planning to blindside Rickie." Cedric answered.

The spiked-haired man opened his eyes in shock.

"What?! Rickie's our tribe leader and probably the coolest guy I've ever known. Why would Anders want to get rid of him?" he asked.

"He thinks that he's too good for him and that Rickie will pick us all off one by one. He has the numbers: eight to three! I don't know how he convinced all those people, but somehow he has!"

"Well...gee...I thought everyone liked him."

"That's what I thought too! But we can stop this! All we have to do is vote for Anders. I don't know if it'll be enough, but every vote counts."

Benny and Ed looked at each other for a moment.


Tribal Council

The day has died and night has been resurrected. Far off from any place that has been visited was a secluded space that was lit by fire. Nearby were the eleven members of the Flying Monkeys making their way to this palace of fire. Rickie took the lead, followed by Jordan and everyone else. Each were holding a wooden pole in their hands. Rickie took the lead as he started to make his way up the stone steps. Each step made by him and his followers was made with fear; for they knew that one of them would not be heading back down.

At the top of those steps rested Malcolm, who looked as if he had waited for them to arrive for hours. In front of him was a bonfire that was blazing up the stone arena.

As the individual members were completing this journey, Malcolm spoke over like an intercom,

"Grab a torch and dip it in to get fire. In this game, fire represents life. Once your flame is gone, so are you."

Everyone listened and grab a wooden staff from a long row behind two stone benches. In a line, they placed their torches down into the blazing fury that lit up the night. Once resurfaced, a smaller flame was sticking on. Although now separated and vulnerable to the elements, these small flames maintained the intensity that their mother had produced.

After the last staff was engulfed, the Flying Monkeys took their seats upon the benches. Malcolm took a single seat on the other side of the bonfire and faced the tribe.

"Welcome to Tribal Council, everyone. For those of you who haven't seen Survivor, the rules are simple. I will be asking you all a series of questions about tribal interactions, the challenges, and anything before we go to a vote. Does everyone understand."

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. Macy, you refused to participate in the challenge today and cost your tribe the challenge. Do you feel worried?" the host asked.

"Not at all, Malcolm. Only an idiot would be dumb enough to get their hair wet!" she answered confidently.

Cedric gave her a glare that she didn't notice.

"Cedric, do you feel like you've gone too far during the challenge?" Malcolm asked.

"You know Malcolm, I wasn't prepared to throw the challenge just because one snobby bitch didn't want to get their hair wet. I really was just trying to get everyone to participate because we could've won that challenge right then and there." he answered.

"Liar! Malcolm, I'd like you to prosecute this man for perjury!" the dark girl screamed.

Malcolm merely looked at her.

"This isn't a trial, Macy. Even if he was lying, it would fly completely past the radar."

Macy gasped as the host's blunt words. Meanwhile, everyone on the tribe started to get tense. Some chose to express their concern, while others found it better to suppress.

"Anyway, Jordan, how did you feel around camp?"

"Well, Malcolm, things were great the first day; we got along, we had some fun. But ever since this morning, Cedric and Macy have been antagonistic toward one another. This may sound silly, but it's really been a downer to me." the blonde responded.

"I would like to confess. It hasn't pleased me either." Rickie jumped in.

"So, Cedric. Judging by what's being said here, it seems like your fellow tribe mates are bothered by you." Malcolm reported.

"You know, guys." Cedric said, turning to the rest of the tribe.

"I'm not the one to blame here. If anything, it should be toward Macy. She's the sour-"

"You're gonna talk smack to me?!" the dark girl interrupted.

"I'm just saying, if you were a little more flexible to the operations of Survivor, if you care a little bit about others, and if you start to look beyond the money, then I wouldn't have felt the need to do those things to you. It's a mere matter of making sure everyone else doesn't suffer because of your actions."

Macy looked at the man with the mohawk, willing to argue back, but pulled back.

"You know, Macy, Cedric does bring up a good point. One of this game's main functions is being able to work with everyone else." Malcolm said.

"But when has he ever cared about me?" Macy demanded.

"Macy, Macy, calm down." Cedric said in an attempt to appease the dark girl.

"No! It's not my fault that I am! Look at you! You don't give a shit about others! I like to keep my hair dry and nobody can change my mind!"

"But on a similar level, you fail to consider the interests of others! The majority wins!"

As the two continued to argue, they started to approach each other. Their strides were fueled by their hatred as orange light reflected onto them and the heat was rising.

Rickie rose from his seat and got in between the two.

"Please stop! You're both making us uneasy as you speak. Besides, you wouldn't want to look like savages on national television." he mediated.

Macy and Cedric paused before making their way back to their seats. The crimes they used to maintain their aggression still roared as its waves crashed the sandy beach.

The contestants awaited Malcolm's next question, however he instead directed the tribe.

"It's now time to vote. What you're going to do is walk to the voting booth, write down the name of the person you're going to vote, and state your reason into the camera. Rickie, you'll be voting first."

The tribe leader complied and made the long journey along the walkway that led to the booth. The other contestants watched the distant figure as he inscribed a name that was unknown.

The rest of the tribe went up and followed the appropriate procedure. Tension filled as each vote accumulated.

After the final person voted and returned to their seat, Malcolm made a trek to the voting booth. After a short time, he returned with the wooden ballot box with all the votes in it and placed it on a podium.

"Once the votes have been read, the decision is final. Person voted out will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately."

Malcolm then removed the lid and took out the first piece of parchment.

"First vote, Macy."

The dark girl turned to Cedric with an annoyed expression.

"Cedric."

Cedric returned Macy's expression with a similar one.

"Anders."

The pale brunette opened his eyes in surprise.

"Anders. That's two votes Anders, one vote each for Cedric and Macy."

The host then removed the next piece of paper.

"Anders; that's three."

Anders started to become nervous.

"Cedric. That's three votes Anders, two votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Cedric. We're tied; three votes Anders, three votes Cedric."

Malcolm placed his hand into the box and took out another vote.

"Anders. Four votes Anders, three votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Anders. That's five."

The brunette was shaking as his frail figure could barely keep up.

Malcolm unfolded yet another vote.

"First person voted out of Total Drama Survivor..."

The host then turned the paper to reveal a name.

"Anders. Six votes, that's enough. You need to bring me your torch."

Barely able to move, Anders slowly and shakily made his way up with his torch. He looked at his tribe mates, too shocked to know why they voted him off. He stopped when he was near Malcolm.

"Anders, your tribe has spoken."

The host then grasped a cup-like instrument and placed it over Anders' flame. When it rose again, only smoke remained.

"It's time for you to go."

Anders nodded his head and exited the area.

"Well for a first vote...this certainly has been surprising. This only shows you that you must always be careful in this game and never make assumptions. Grab your torches, head back to camp."

The remaining members got up simultaneously and departed down the stone steps that they entered.


The room was dark. It was daytime, however the blinds were shut all the way. The estate it was on was most definitely large and it was all owned by one proprietor. This room in particular didn't have all that fame. It had a soft carpet that had crumbs ingrained into it, along with wrappers, bags, bottles, and cans spread out throughout it. In the middle of the room was a chair that was of a similar condition. The only other light it received was that from a bright television screen set on some random channel. In that chair was a man with messy black hair and looked as if he had slept forever.

The man finally awoke from his slumber. His eyes opened wearily as he took in that bright light. He took another look around and saw he was surrounded by scraps. It took a few minutes, but the man finally realized where he was. He rose frantically trying to see if it was just a dream, however he soon realized it wasn't. In his discovery, he screamed loudly.


Anders: What did I do to deserve this? I did as Cedric said; I voted for Rickie. Why didn't Malcolm read that vote?!


Cedric- Macy

Macy- Cedric

Lola- Anders

Riley- Anders

Melika- Anders

Mystery- Anders

Anders- Rickie

Jordan- Cedric

Rickie- Cedric

Benny- Anders

Ed- Anders

Episode Four: Why Should I Trust You?'

Night Two

The Flying Monkeys returned to their camp and rested their torches against the outside wall of the shelter. Some did this in relief; happy to know that they are guaranteed another night in the game. However, others were thinking about their fallen tribe member.

Benny walked slowly into the shelter and lied down; his mind lost in an abyss.


Confessional

Benny: No words can describe Cedric at this point! Anders may have been annoying at times, but he didn't deserve to go on a night like this!


He knew the vote count; only one voted for Rickie. Who it was, he didn't know. This was the first time the tribe had ever seen each other's handwriting, and nobody could figure out the author of any of them other than their own. Benny wanted to believe that Cedric was the one who made that vote, however his fueled fight with Macy made the truth a blur. No matter the circumstance, it wouldn't matter; it was only one vote.

But Cedric's cruelty didn't end there. There was still the matter of the others. The fact that Cedric deceived him and Ed into thinking they would be the deciding votes made his distrust toward the man with the mohawk even stronger.

It was now certainly clear to the spiked-haired man that Cedric must be the next to go. To him, this truth is manifest to the rest of the Flying Monkeys and must be executed as soon as possible.

Benny wanted to go to sleep, however he heard a voice.

"Come on, Benny."

The spiked-haired man looked up and saw Jordan.

"Why?" he asked.

"We're all going to sit around the fire." the blonde answered.

"Right now?! I'm so tired.." he said.

"Don't worry. We were all affected by this Tribal Council in one way or another. That's exactly why I want one." Jordan said.

Benny was a person who could be condemned to his emotions, but also by kind words.

The spiked-haired man found his way up and found his fellow tribe mates, sitting around the fire. He found a seat next to Ed, who was as solid as a rock.

Jordan went over to his bag and took out a long wooden pipe. This pipe had various textures and fabrics upon it. It was truly an elegant design.

The blonde brought the pipe over and took a seat around the fire.

"What is that thing?" Macy asked.

"This is a Ceremonial Peace Pipe. I brought it as my Luxury Item."

Each contestant was allowed to bring one Luxury Item that they could use around camp. Although others took advantage of this opportunity, Jordan was among the first on this tribe to showcase it.

"Well that sounds pretty Native American to me." Riley commented.

"Yes, I am Native American." the blonde said.

Some were utterly surprised by this revealed. They were mainly thrown off by his hair and accent. However, the main physical indication is the man's tanned skin, which the tribe finally started to make the association with.

"What tribe are you from?" Rickie asked.

"Cherokee."

"Well you don't look very Indian to me?" Cedric added.

"That's because I'm only part Native American. I'm also Scottish, which should explained the diverse look." Jordan answered.

"I think it's pretty cool." Melika complimented.

"Why thank you. Anyway, I brought this thing out to raise hopes. I know that Tribal Council was rough, but we can all relax now with a little puff."

The blonde then proceeded with an inaugural exhale into the tube, sending mystical smoke toward the stars. He then placed it down and offered it to everyone else.

Rickie accepted this offer and took a smoke. He wheezed a bit, however he was glad to have had done it. The dark man then offered the pipe to the rest of the tribe.

"No way! I'm not letting my mint condition lungs be damaged by that joint!" Macy sneered.

"It's not about smoking, it's about friendship. Nobody's forcing you to smoke this pipe." Jordan explained.

Everyone took that word, and refused to take up the blonde's offer.

Jordan then placed down the pipe.

"What will I do when you are gone?

Who's gonna tell me the truth?

Who's gonna finish the stories I start,

The way you always do?"

Rickie had noticed Jordan, who had begun to sing in a soothing tone.

"I know that song!" he noted.

"Feel free to join along, then." the blonde added.

When somebody knocks at the door,

Someone new walks in.

I will smile and shake their hands,

but you can't make old friends." the two sang in unison.

"Come on everybody!" Rickie cheered.

As the following verse was being performed, the four allied girls join with them.

"You can't make old friends

Can't make old friends

It was you and me, since way back when.

But you can't make old friends."

Benny wished that he could join in, however he had never heard of this song. Macy and Cedric weren't in the mood to sing. Ed remained his normal self.

"How will I sing when you are gone?

Cause it won’t sound the same." Rickie sang solely as Jordan provided accompaniment with his hands.

"Who will join in on those harmony parts,

When I call your name?" Jordan relayed. The other singers joined in for the chorus.

"You can't make old friends

Can't make old friends

It was you and me, since way back when.

But you can't make old friends.

When Saint Peter opens the gate,

And you come walking in.

I will be there just waiting for you.

Cause you can't make old friends

Cause you can't make old friends.

When I am out on the stage all alone

And I hear the music begin.

We all know the show must go on.

But you can't make old friends.

You can't make old friends.

Can't make old friends

And you and me, will be young again.

You can't make old friends.

You and me, will be together again.

Cause we both know, we will still be old friends.

You can't make old friends

Not the way we have always been."

The six singers cheered as they finished their song. The experience sure was fun for them, but not too moving for the isolated. Jordan didn't mind, knowing that they probably had no interest. None the less, the blonde hoped that morality would return to him and his fellow tribe mates. Before heading to bed that night, he looked up at the stars that had just witnessed their performance.


Day Three

Life around camp was boring. The idea of winning a million dollars by just sitting around a beach for thirty-nine days sounded easy, but there were many obvious challenges that came along with it. The major one that people fail to see until they arrive is boredom.

This fact came down especially hard for Skylar, who was used to a fast paced life. Everywhere she went was faced with excitement, sound, and action. To her, nowhere else in the world could she be in a place that skewed farther from those parameters.

To try to pass the time, she thought of ways to pass the time; things she could recreate with such limited resources. Sadly, without the aid of an outlet or a signal, she couldn't do much. But she couldn't think very hard while lying in the shelter with the rest of her tribe, so she got up and sat in the sand.

The redhead then thought of the very basics. With the new mindset, she had an idea.

Getting off the beach, she grabbed a machete and headed into the forest. She found a smooth tree and cut a slab of its bark off. Skylar then returned and found a total of twenty-four small and similar rocks. But it was the next step that left her stuck.

Though she knew it was helpless, she rummaged through her bag in the hopes of finding a writing instrument. She would've brought a game of Twister as her luxury item, however the producers wouldn't allow it. She instead brought a frisbee, however she knew from years of experience that it wouldn't be enough to have just one form of recreation. 

She then saw the other bags; some were resting against the sandy shelter wall and others were hanging atop one of the wooden poles.

Skylar thought to herself if it were right to search through the others' bags, granted it was their property. The redhead considered refraining from the invasion and just heading back to bed. However her wild spirit told her that her idea would entertain the entire tribe. Besides, even if she didn't find anything, then nobody would have to know.

The redhead started to grab a bag, when she stopped again.

"What if someone wakes up?" a voice in her head argued.

That was a good point. The girl looked out at the partly cloudy sky where the sun had already ascended into day. The termination of sleep, even from just one one other person, was inevitable at this point. Skylar was bound to be untrustworthy and voted out. The girl couldn't bear to let that happen.

The redhead dropped the bag and returned to the shelter; but just as a blonde was awakening.

"What are you doing?" a child-like voice uttered.

"Nothing." Skylar answered.

The redhead didn't hear another sound for a few more minutes, when more people started to wake up. Obviously, since they weren't there, they didn't question her.


As the tribe awakened, Simon made his way over to the rice bag and started to distribute the Jumping Seagulls' rations. Cooper made his way over to Alexis and whispered something nearly inaudible by the others.

"Meet me after we get our rations."

The little blonde complied and found her seat on the sand where Cooper was waiting.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"We're talking about eliminations." the male blonde affirmed.

Alexis' blue eyes widened.

"Now?! We aren't even up for voting yet!" she gasped.

"I know, but an alliance needs to have a plan for when it happens."

The little girl was unconvinced.

"Who said we were ever gonna lose?!"

Alexis' attitude didn't surprise Cooper, given that she was young.

"Well what are the chances that we're going to win every challenge?" Cooper said.

"As long as I'm in this game, I won't have to go to any stupid voting thing!" Alexis yelled.

Cooper quieted her before continuing.

"Okay, let's take out the whole losing thing. If you could get rid of anybody on this tribe, who would it be?" the male blonde asked.

Alexis thought about the question, taking into consideration all of the tribe members faults.

"Angel." she merely answered.

"Why's that?" he asked, trying to assume the appearance of a decent "parent" figure.

Her true reasoning would sound far too complex for a six-year-old to comprehend. An idiot with her knowledge would've responded somewhere along these guidelines:

"She's far too weak to help us in the challenge. In addition, she's with Simon, the butler. She could be getting better treatment than us."

With that second tidbit, Cooper would've bound to notice her break from character. With her great improvisation, though, she pulled through a proper response.

"Did you see her in the challenge yesterday? She couldn't do anything!"

"Well it is true that she didn't do great at that first one, but how do we if she's good at puzzles? She could be a decent asset in those."

The little girl had thought that he would bring up Angel's "relationship" with Simon, but he had completely ignored it. This clinched her belief of superiority in this alliance. Cooper truly was dumber than she thought.


Sitting alone in the water was a certain brunette. Her hair came all the way back to float along the sea's surface despite the girl sitting upright. But she wasn't in the water to escape the heat. Although originally intended, that necessity had died down. Besides, the partly cloudy sky had robbed the water of its bright, sparkling surface. Instead, the girl's blue-gray eyes were focused on a certain on a certain man who was lying down in the shelter. The man shared her eyes, but that wasn't the girl's motivation. She wanted to talk to him more than anything, however she had a thought that it would be a temerarious battle that would cost her her reputation.

Her eyes then glanced over to another man with moderately long black hair. This man's eyes were a brighter shade of blue- a clear sky. Knowing this man's loyalty to the tribe, the brunette felt as if she could seek help from him.

Getting up, she made her way over to the man. Up close, she could see clearly the man's face. Although he looks good, the brunette reckoned that he wouldn't be interested in forming a relationship.

"Excuse me, sir." she made out.

The man suddenly jumped up.

"Miss Aubrey. How may I assist you today?" the man asked eccentrically.

Aubrey shuddered for a moment; nearly regretting ever initiating this plan. But she made out her words.

"Um...I need your help...to start a relationship." the brunette said.

Simon seemed on board.

"Well I'm not too great with romance, but I can try to help you."

Aubrey followed through and listened anyway.

"The first thing you should do is figure out why you like this man." Simon explained.

It wasn't terribly hard for the brunette to find an answer to this.

"He's very cute both appearance and personality wise, he's also very nice and seems like a fun guy." Aubrey answered.

The loyal servant listened intently.

"Okay, now what do you two have in common?"

The brunette thought about this. The more she thought about it, she hasn't spent a lot of time with her love.

"...I don't know..."

"Well, try spending time with him and learn about him." the servant said.

Aubrey took that in, and he thanked Simon.

"Thank you. I'll try my best!"

"I know you will, Miss Aubrey."


In the midst of seeing her only true companion in the game hanging out with another girl, Angel felt it was time for herself to start making other friends. This action has been contemplated ever since yesterday when she started to analyze her fellow tribe mates in group meetings and the challenge. Considering her outburst from the other day, the blonde still had a feeling of doubt that anyone on her tribe would want to stay true to her.

She looked around her tribe to see who could have potential. She wasn't interested in Cooper due to his somewhat perverted nature. And the fact that he had been spending a lot of time with Alexis would signify an alliance. To her, the only way to get to the smaller blonde would be the get past Cooper, which she had no interest in.

Other than that, Angel's interests seemed to be rather diverse. She would accept nearly anyone that she felt she could connect with. However she felt that besides Simon, Benjamin seemed to be the most compatible. That man's geek-like nature got to her.

"He could make a great boyfriend." she thought.

The blonde made her way over to Benjamin and gave him a proper greeting. The redhead seemed happy by her presence.

"Oh hi Angel. What brings you here?"

"Nothing much. Just thought I'd pass the time with you." she answered.

That seemed like a good enough reason for him.

"How wonderful! Johnny, Skylar, and I thought we'd just chill out and talk about life. Want to join us?" the redhead asked exuberantly.

Angel accepted the man's offer and gladly took a seat around the bonfire.

"So who would like to go first?" Benjamin asked.

The redhead quickly volunteered.

"Me! So...um...I went to my first party back when I was seven. I really liked it and I chose to party some more...and now I party all the time." Skylar said off the top of her head.

Benjamin didn't mind.

"Not bad."

Johnny then decided to go next.

"Growing up, I lived in San Diego. I've always been an enthusiast for film and television. I also have a penchant for acting."

"What are your favorite movies?" Benjamin asked.

"I appreciate quite a bit of filmmakers; Tarantino, Kubrick, Nolan. But in all honesty, film isn't quite my favorite medium. That would have to be anime and manga."

"Cartoons and comics? How childish." Skylar whispered to herself.

Sadly, the brunette heard her.

"Childish?! As sensitive as American programming, anime and manga are rich art forms! They can test your mind, push you to your emotional limits, and truly satisfy-"

"Can we please not start a war! Think of what the viewers are watching!" Benjamin intervened.

Johnny sighed.

"Sorry. I just get angry when people make stupid comments like that."

"It's alright. We all have our pet peeves." Skylar said.

"What's yours?"

"People who try to boss others."

"You mean people who disagree with you?"

"No, just girls at school who do nothing but brag and spit in everyone's eye, and they would have girls who stick by their side even though you know they're not even going to know who they are after high school. Those people just drive me insane."

"I can see where you're coming from." Benjamin commented.

"Yeah, so who would like to go next?" Skylar asked.

"Alright, then." the male redhead said.

"Basically, my entire life was centered around my five older sisters. Sure I had parents, but they were always working. I love them and all, but I can safely safe that the sisters took over."

"What did they do to you?" Skylar asked.

"Girl stuff, really. We spent our days watching American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, Dancing With The Stars, and America's Got Talent. But then later we started watching The Voice as well. And we also did other things like reading magazines and talking about fashion. It's just great!"

Benjamin then turned to Angel, who hasn't said a single word in the entire discussion.

"Hey, Angel. What's life like for you?" he asked.

The truth was that the blonde was interested in listening to everyone else, but couldn't quite secure her place in the conversation. It really is fascinating to learn about the life of another, but telling one's own story is dragging.

"The truth is, my life...isn't very strange like your's...It's sad, really..., because I really wish I had a lot to say." she said slowly and unsure.

"Well then, don't be afraid. Tell us what life is like for Angel." Benjamin encouraged.

"Well...um...I have a brother...younger...and he's kind of annoying...there's also my parents. You know I have a normal old father and my mother...she's great...I love her very much"

The blonde thought for a moment. She looked up at the others; wondering if she looks suspicious.

"And that's really it. Nothing too special." she finished.

Benjamin noticed that she had said her statement somewhat awkwardly, but he dismissed for the tone of this discussion.

"Well I think that's wonderful!"

And thus the discussion continued about other things. That was until a certain brunette decided to find her seat next to Benjamin.

"Oh hi Benjamin...I see that you have your whole pack with you."

"Why yes, Aubrey, we were all just talking. Do you want to join us?"

The girl looked around the group, who was staring at her.

"Um...I think I better talk to you later. I don't think these sloths could stay awake for this one-on-one."

The others started to grow confused the girl's excessive use of metaphors.

"Okay..."

"Why great!"

The brunette then grabbed the male redhead by his arm. Everyone else looked at each other.


Aubrey dragged Benjamin through the woods. She wanted to be certain that no one could hear her.

"What's going on?" the redhead asked trying to be eccentric.

"Um...I can't believe that a pup like me is meeting the alpha dog! So..."

The brunette started scratching the back of her head.

"It's crazy...you know...when messages have to be delivered. It's like a worker bee reporting this to the queen."

"Well...what is it?" the redhead asked.

"It's just..."

Aubrey had suddenly realized that she didn't think things through.

"...Never mind." she sighed.

Benjamin looked at her funny before walking away.


Confessional

Aubrey: I was right there! I imagined everything being some enchanted moment! But...I just cracked! My mind was at a blank and I felt deadlocked! Now he's going to see me as this weird girl! God damn it!


The board and pebbles remained on the ground, sand partly coating them. A certain male brunette had discovered it, just lying there. He picked it up and shook the sand off it. He then examined the wood along with the many tiny rocks and came up with an idea.

The man looked out and saw a certain girl whom he had a discussion with. The girl had curly, red hair.

"Hey Skylar!"

The girl then turned to the brunette, who was holding the board and the rocks.

"Yeah" she said nervously.

"Want to play checkers?"

Skylar suddenly looked relieved and started to make her way over.

"The only question is how do we signify pieces and lines." he said.

"Well do you have any paint?"

"No. I brought manga as my luxury item."

Skylar then looked at all the bags on the side of the wall.

"I know what you're thinking." the man surprised her.

She practically jumped.

"I wasn't going to-"

"It's okay! It's okay!"

The redhead then turned to a certain man, sleeping under a tree. His bag was by his side. She thought about it before sighing.

"Look over there." she said, pointing at the ominous man.

The brunette gazed his eyes in Skylar's direction. He was surprised.

"Huh...never met him."

"I don't think anyone has. So clearly taking from him couldn't possibly affect us."

Johnny thought about it.

"Well...if it gets the rocks painted."

Skylar sighed.

"Alright."

The redhead knew what she was doing wasn't right. No matter who it was, stealing was terrible and could signify a label for the felon who commits it. But at the same time, she felt that if this man did have anything art related that it would be for the greater good. It would seem like a great way to pass the time for everyone. And maybe, just maybe he will come out and join them. Skylar was by no means a meddler in one's beliefs, but sometimes she just feels opt to make things proper.

And thus she rose from the sand. Johnny also got up as well, but the redhead stopped him.

"No. I don't want you to be eliminated."

"What are you talking about?"

"Who knows? That guy might wake up while his bag is being searched and we will both be thieves."

"But didn't you say no one knew him."

Skylar froze. She looked at the male brunette and then back at the distant one.

"I do."

"What?"

"I've talked to him a couple of times."

"Are you friends?"

Once again, Skylar was in position of confusion. She briefed over the times she had interacted with him.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..."

"We're still kind of warming up to each other."

"So then...why don't you just ask him for it?"

"Won't that...seem weird?"

"Then just take it! If he's sleeping, he'll never know!"

The redhead drew in a deep breath and then exhaled softly.

"Okay."

Skylar started to make his way over to the tree. As she walked, she keeps bringing up her ideology; that he will come over.

But it was then that she thought of what everyone else would think. Of course, somebody had to have seen her next to the spiked-haired man before and assume that they're friends. But this was also an environment where one can never be sure. What could be a friendly conversation would be just code for "he's got to go".

"What if Johnny uses this as leverage to get me out?" the redhead thought.

Skylar believed that was nonsense, or at least, she wanted to.

The girl was now within five feet of the spiked-haired man.

His head was propped against a tree. It was unsupported against the rough bark. His dark hair was far straighter in the back than in the front. His skinny stature was rather loose and open. The man looked so peaceful, yet so vulnerable.

Skylar suddenly felt horrible for herself; to steal from such a innocent being. She had wanted to abort the mission, but at the same time couldn't return to Johnny empty-handed. And not just that, but her own structure of beliefs, which centered around having a good time, would be contradicted. And the redhead did have the hope of this man coming over.

With that, she reached down and saw the man's black bag, which was against a nearby tree. Luckily, all the bags the contestants received were provided specifically by the producers. And these bags just so happened to open by just unbuckling a hatch. It was quick and easy for Skylar to get the bag open without even the slightest sound.

Inside was a rather similar layout to the girl's own bag; a change of clothes and a luxury item. Skylar rummaged through the bag before bringing out a small plastic bottle. The exterior was yellow and had a white cap. Along its surface was black text that read "Yellow".

The redhead opened the cap and gently squeezed the bottle. A small dab of yellow substance appeared on her finger.

"Yes." she said to herself.

Looking around again, the girl closed the bag and started to get back up. It was then that she noticed something on the man that she didn't before. On his right wrist rested a bracelet. It was composed of black string and had various pieces that made it up. They were all white.

Not willing to risk awaking him, Skylar silently, but diligently left the scene; hoping to have left zero traces.

The redhead approached a patient Johnny, who was pleased to see the yellow bottle in her hand.

"Alright. Just take some rocks and color them."

Skylar followed his "orders" and took half of the rocks.

"Would he be upset?" she asked herself.

"He can't be! This is for the better. Remember?"

This argument convinced the redhead to continue.

Before she knew it, she had finished the duty, but had paint smeared across her finger. She didn't mind, though.

"Alright, which color do you want?"

"Black." she sighed.

Skylar proceeded to take the unpainted rocks and place them on her end of the board. Johnny took his and organized his accordingly.

"You may move first." Johnny offered.

Trying to resume to her normal attitude, the redhead accepted the offer and moved one of her pieces across the board.

"So you know that guy who you took the paint from." he said, recalling what Skylar had told him no more than five minutes ago.

"Like I said, I don't even know his name."

"You've spoken to him a couple of times, but you don't know his name?" he asked confusedly.

"Well I can't say our interactions are that extensive. He's kind of shy, so that's why he won't fess up and say it."

"Then why do you hang out with him?"

"Because I want him to get out there."

The brunette took a yellow rock and made his move.

"Well don't you think he's kind of doomed at this point. After all, it's already day three. There are alliances and bonds among us."

"Think of it this way: three is only one thirteenth of thirty-nine. He's still got twelve thirteenths left."

Johnny wasn't convinced by the redhead's defense.

"You're pretty confident that he'll make it that far."

"Look, if nobody knows who he is, then no one can vote him out. He's under the radar."

"Except for us."

Both of them exchanged turns, each putting a new piece into play.

"If someone who's on the chopping block found out about this person, then they could just use him as a scapegoat."

"Scapegoat?"

"Well, maybe not a scapegoat, but definitely a way out."

"But that's stupid! If someone is clearly a threat, then it's a threat to get out as soon as possible!"

Skylar had already made her move at this point. The brunette remained silent as he moved yet another piece; this one aimed directly for one of Skylar's pieces.

"What if he's seen as a threat?"

"What? You mean like he's planning something?"

"Yes. Nobody likes to tell outsiders about their plans. It entirely messes up their plan. My bet is that he's coming after you."

"But where would he have the numbers?"

"Who knows? Maybe he has a secret alliance of his own and is plotting something big."

Skylar had placed her piece in a bad position, allowing Johnny to expunge it.

"Have you ever read Death Note?" the brunette asked.

"No."

"Well in it, there's this detective named L. He has to be the greatest in the world. And he solved the most difficult cases in the world; posing an absolute danger to any criminal who comes to his attention. But he's incredibly secretive; going to great measures to make sure that nobody ever finds out who he is. And when I mean great, I mean great!"

After the redhead made her move, Johnny was able to knock out another piece.

"But he doesn't look like someone who's trying to plot something."

Or at least, that's what Skylar thought. And thus she moved one more piece.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he's just a little nervous. But listen, try to be a bit more attentive. Try not to trust someone too much. Because otherwise, you'll find yourself dead."

Johnny then rose and offered his hand.

"Good game." he said.

Skylar looked down and saw that Johnny had successfully moved a yellow rock to her end of the board.

"Okay, then." she said, taking his hand.


Far off, under a tree, a man rested. But it was now that his mind chose to return to the game.

He opened his blue eyes and raised his head.

It took him a moment to realize where he was and he looked to the right, where he saw a redhead and a brunette sitting on opposite sides of a board, talking.

The man raised a smile for some reason as he saw them having fun. He wanted to join them.

"Look at them, they're having a blast! Go over to them!"

It was true, and the idea excited him.

He started to get up and make his way, but then a burn struck him.

Said feeling resisted the motion and instilled him with fear.

"They don't want you. They're fine just the way they are."

"But look how they play."

The man tried to brush off the negative feeling and took a step closer to them. But the sensation only grew stronger. 

Not willing to endure more of it, the man got back down on the tree and sat as he usually did.


Soon after Skylar had left the game, one of her friends came up to her. The dark girl smiled as she approached her.

"Hi there."

"Oh hi Natasha. How are you doing?" the redhead asked kindly.

"Great!"

Skylar then remembered her checkers game.

"So listen, I made a game of checkers. Do you want to play?"

"Sure." the dark girl answered.

Natasha started to follow her when another girl approached.

"Meet me in the woods right now." the voice whispered.

Natasha turned to see Monica. For the first time, the dark girl could see Monica's pretty emerald eyes; much purer than Skylar's, who had tints of hazel in them.

"Certainly." she answered.

And thus, Natasha turned the other direction towards the trees, which were lush and full of life.

This action was noticed by the other redhead, who saw the dark girl walking in the other direction with Monica.

"Should I trust her? After abandoning me yet again." she asked herself.


Natasha leaned back against a tree to relax while Monica was more comfortable standing straight.

"What did I tell you yesterday?" Monica asked angrily.

"About what?"

"Skylar! She's your enemy! Remember?!"

The memory of their conversation from the previous day suddenly hit the dark girl's mind.

"Oh, yeah. But she doesn't-"

"I know she doesn't look evil! But don't you see?! She's playing you!"

"But... why?"

"The same reason everyone else is! To win!"

Natasha thought about this for a minute.

"But wouldn't that mean that you're trying to get me out too?"

The redhead slapped her face with her hand.

"No. Because I like you and I want you in the finals with me. Skylar on the other hand does not."

"So what are we going to do to eliminate Skylar?" Natasha asked.

For a person who normally had words come to her, Monica was at a loss. She leaned back against the tree, trying to think of possible options.

"I don't know. But I will figure it out. Just give me some time, okay?"

"Alright." Natasha said before walking back to camp.


Confessional

Monica: I know that I should use this girl for the sake of numbers because she is the dumbest. But by God, she can be really hard to work with!


Natasha stepped foot once again onto the sand and took a look at Skylar, who was kindly playing checkers with Benjamin.

She knew she was ordered to not like this girl in the least bit, but yet she couldn't abide. Not due to natural forgetfulness but by a yearning. The dark girl couldn't exactly explain it. But the way this redhead speaks, the way she looks, and by the way she acts just fills her with a sense of enchantment. Not just tender sweetness as any other would feel, but something that struck her; something that's- at least by a conservative's view- unnatural.

If only she could be brave enough to share it.


Today was just another morning for some people. Even after cheating fate and people's minds. But some people just never learn and have fun.

This was definitely true for Cedric, who felt as if he hadn't had his full share of enjoyment.

The dark man looked into the shelter, where another dark girl was still sleeping. But everyone else was awake at that point, which to him meant laziness and also an opportunity.

One of the other things that the Flying Monkeys have won during the initial reward challenge was a bucket; supposedly to be used for boiling water. And at this moment, it was being used to filter out the tribe's morning ration.

Cedric made his way over to the fire pit, lifted the stick that was holding the bucket, and removed the container.

"What are you going to do with that?" a voice said.

The dark man turned to see Rickie, who was worried.

"You're not going to-"

"Nonsense!" Cedric answered.

He then started to walk back to the shelter.

"Please don't! This is not the time to be-"

"Can you relax?!" Cedric yelled.

Unfortunately, for Rickie, the other man was already in front of the shelter.

"No! Don't do it!"

But it was too late. Cedric had splashed the hot water over the sleeping girl. He was definitely lucky that the water hadn't reached boiling point yet.

The girl let out a scream as she awoke in agony.

The dark man couldn't help laughing after his little stunt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Macy yelled.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"I'll kill you!"

"Okay. Okay. Cedric, don't you have other business to attend to." Rickie said.

"Well with all that done. I think I'll take a walk."

The dark man then left the scene, leaving Rickie and Macy alone.

"He has got to go! Now!"

"Now hold on, Macy. I'm sure some fine tuning will-"

"No it won't! He'll just continue this shit for as long as he wants! He doesn't care!"

"Now everyone has good inside them. If you just give him some time, then-"

"I bet even you want him gone!"

"No I don't. I care about each and every-"

"You have to vote for somebody!"

"I'll have you know that all those decisions are extremely difficult to make."

Macy snickered.

"Whatever."

The dark girl then went back into the shelter to get some beauty sleep.

Rickie sighed.

One of his friends then approached him.

"Must be rough." Jordan said.

"I know." Rickie whispered.

The two then started to walk away from Macy, who could still hear them. The dark man then continued.

"I really don't get it, Jordan. Cedric just keeps on making her life miserable, no matter how much she tells him otherwise. I know there's another side to this, but to be honest, I'm starting to get scared."

"I see what you mean. It's like he has no empathy for anyone."

"And at this point, I'm starting to wish that he would just disappear...voted off, I mean."

"I'm definitely with you on that one, Rickie."

"Luckily, with you and Macy, we have three votes already. Now the question is where do we get the other three?"

"I'm not sure."


"This meeting of the Girl's Alliance will now come to order." Mystery decreed.

Lola, Melika, and Riley sat in the sand and took in their leader's role-playing.

"So what should we talk about on this fine morning?" the leader asked.

"Well...who we should vote out next, of course." Riley said.

"Well that's obvious, Cedric." Melika responded.

"Agreed." Lola answered.

The girls' unanimous decision didn't quite convince Mystery, though.

"Well hold on. Now I also believe we should eliminate Cedric, but we should at least consider possible outcomes."

"Okay...um, Macy won't be screaming anymore." Riley said.

"That's true, Riley. But I'm talking about long-term. What could happen by say...Day 20 if we do this?"

"I think Macy will also be gone by then." Melika said.

"Maybe. But we shouldn't be quick to assume that we will become the majority on this tribe. We still need to eliminate three more outsiders." Mystery said.

"Cedric will probably be the easiest to vote out because I think safely say that he's the annoyance of everyone." Lola added.

The other two girls concurred with this statement.

As Mystery wanted to believe this, though, she remained skeptical.

"Now Lola, it isn't safe to assume."

"Well alright then. Cedric will likely be easy to get out." Lola corrected.

Riley started to grow suspicious of Mystery's proclamations. She was beginning to feel like this alliance's own leader wasn't entirely loyal.

"Wait a minute!" the rainbow-haired girl jumped in.

"What is it?" Mystery asked.

"Why are you suddenly acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"It kind of sounds like you're disrespecting us!"

"In what way?"

Mystery appeared curious to know.

"Look at yourself? You're constantly disagreeing with what we're; like we don't know how to play the game!"

"Well Riley, this is Survivor, one of the hardest games in the world. You can never be certain about anything! Just when you think you're all nice and secure, bam! You're now sitting at home, watching yourself on TV, and asking 'Why didn't I see that coming?' You need to consider every option! There's a chance that there's someone right now contemplating your own demise."

The rainbow-haired girl thought about what her own leader had just said.

"Well how do I know that it's not you?" she responded.

"Because I'm in an alliance with you. And if I turned on you like that, now I would be on the chopping block. And Lola and Melika would want my head on a pike! Do you understand?"

Riley nodded her head.

"Good. So, I think we should start off by splitting up and talking to the other tribe mates. Not right now, but probably soon because everyone else is probably seeing us having this meeting as we speak. We should just pass it off as some girly discussion and then, approach 'em! Riley, you should probably talk to Benny and that guy he hangs out with. They seem to be tight and we will be bound to get two more votes on the spot. Lola, you can talk to Jordan and Melika, Rickie. I'll take on Macy."

"Alright. I can live with that." Melika said.

"As can I." Lola added.

"And what about you, Riley." Mystery asked.

Although she still had her doubts, she decided to go with the alliance.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Next order of business, who do we vote out next?" Mystery asked.

"Well one of the biggest threats in the game right now is Rickie and Jordan, two very smart people. They'll take over as long as they're together." Melika said.

"Then why don't we do that now?" Riley asked.

Melika looked at her funny, as if she had just said something stupid.

"Because we don't have the numbers. No one else is going to want to get rid of them at this point. And even if we tried, then the outsiders will still have the numbers to cripple us."

"She's right, Riley. It's a risk that we can't afford to make at this time. Once we get a majority, then we can pick off whoever we want." Mystery added.

"But that's only assuming that we continue to lose Immunity Challenges. So I say let's throw them and influence people to vote our way. Kind of like what Scott did in Revenge of the Island." Lola said.

Melika raised her arm and pinched her nose.

"It wouldn't work." she answered.

"What do you mean?"

"That season of Total Drama was scripted."

"I don't think it was." Mystery added.

"I know it wasn't! But when you think about it, it looked like it operated on a poorly written script. Scott could have been caught a million times the way he did things, but everyone acted like idiots and did what the script told them too. But this isn't a work of fiction, this is real life. People are smarter than the characters that were crafted in that reality show equivalent of a blockbuster sell out! As you said Mystery, this is Survivor! People on this show don't just fall under a "false sense of security". These people think things through and can draw suspicion from even the smallest clue. We would all be in trouble!"

Mystery took a moment to absorb Melika's finding.

"That is a good point." she responded.

"Besides, the mere will have to come someday and we will be back at the bottom."

"Alright, so we'll vote Cedric out then." Lola said.

"Exactly!" Melika answered.

"Yeah, I don't think I can give anything less than a hundred percent at challenges." Riley commented.


A tall man decided to head out to get the daily Tree Mail. Although he had originally intended to go alone, he was accompanied by Benny.

"So how are you doing?" the spiked-haired man asked.

The taller man ignored and continued to walk until he reached the wooden container.

"Ed, are you going to answer or what?"

Ed continued to ignore him as he grabbed the piece of parchment that Tree Mail held.

"Oh, I see. What challenge are we having today?" the spiked-haired said as he snatched the paper.

"Many parts you must pull together

and there are many dead ends.

But if you are able to crack the code

then the water will be your friend."

"Huh. Looks like we'll be solving some sort of puzzle."

The taller man acted as if he didn't even hear him and started to walk back to camp.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

Again, the other man gave out no answer.

"Why doesn't he want to speak to me?" he asked himself.

It seemed like he had done something wrong, but the spiked-haired man was sure that he hadn't offended him in any way.

"Did he not hear me?"

As absurd and unlikely it sounds, the spiked-haired man wanted to believe it.

"That's right. Benny Watson; the invisible man! And his only Ryan is a mountain of firewood back at camp. How did it get here? It just did!"

But Benny was not crazy nor depressed. He does have a good spirit and will to live, similar to that of many others. But the mystery of this man's previously open nature is unsolved. Maybe later or maybe never. And all the spike-haired man would want is to have his "friend" go back to normal.


Day Three, Reward Challenge

The setting was relatively different from the physical competition that yesterday brought. Instead of having structures in the water, two smaller ones were set up along the beach. They were two long tables with walls up along each of them. On the front end was a giant bag tied to a small rack. Beside Malcolm was his own personal table with a tarp covered over it.

"Come in, guys!" Malcolm said.

Almost on cue, the two tribes entered in from two paths on opposite sides. They rested their banners on their side.

"Are you ready to get to today's reward challenge?"

The two tribes nodded as they yearned to listen to their host.

"Okay, today's challenge is going to focus on the mental aspect of this game. What you're going to do is select one person from each tribe who's going to come up here to solve a puzzle."

The contestants were surprised by the simplicity of the challenge.

"That's it?" Macy asked.

"Yes. Your representative is going to untie the bag of puzzle pieces and use them to solve it. Once your representative thinks they have solved, I will go check it. First tribe to accurately solve the puzzle will win reward. Do you want to know what you're playing for?"

The tribes nodded, and Malcolm removed the tarp off the nearby table, exposing the contents. Along the table's surface was a metal lobster net, a fishing pole, a spear, a fishing net, a pair of swimming goggles, and a snorkel.

"You will be playing for fishing supplies. The waters surrounding this island has some belly-filling fish that will really help you out. Also, a canoe will be sent to your camp that will be awaiting your return. Worth playing for?"

The two tribes nodded.

"Okay, you have one minute to choose your representative."

The Flying Monkeys immediately began discussion.

"So who's good at puzzles?" Rickie asked.

"You know, I'm pretty good at puzzles. I get straight A's at school, plus I like to take one for the team."

"Well, fantastic. Make us proud!"

The Jumping Seagulls were also quick with their decision.

"Growing up, my mom and I would always do puzzles together. And I've built up quite the skill." Angel said.

And with that, the competitors have been chosen.

"Okay, we have Jordan from the Flying Monkeys and Angel from the Jumping Seagulls. Survivors ready?"

They were most definitely.

"Go!"

Both players began to rapidly untie their knots. Knots weren't usually a problem for competitors on Survivor, however that didn't make them by any standards simplistic. But, as precedent goes, both knots were undone within seconds.

Jordan happened to finish his knot first and he started to dump the pieces all over his board. Angel wasn't too far behind him.

As he organized the orange pieces, the blonde man started to notice that most of the pieces had big, black letters while others had blanks.

"You're looking for a phrase." Malcolm announced.

Angel had similar pieces, only her's were yellow to correspond with her tribe.

The girl examined the different types of pieces. There were a total of twenty-two; two blanks and twenty letters.

Jordan decided to place the blanks on the ends of the board, thinking that they were mere ends.

Angel, on the other hand, used them as spaces between words, to form a grand total of three.

Jordan then started to notice something about the letters. There were exactly three "O"s, three "U"s, and three "T"s, making three instances of the word "Out". Now thinking about this, he moved the blank pieces from the end to try to figure out a phrase, as opposed to a long word. He then decided to formulate the phrase "Out Out Out"

"I think I got it, Malcolm."

"Jordan thinks he's got it! We'll let's see."

The host then examined his phrase.

"Nope, that's not correct. You're supposed to use all the tiles."

Jordan then started to go back to the drawing board.

Angel then noticed that there would still be eleven letter left to choose from. It was then that she noticed two extra "T"s to work with. She also started to notice two "A"s and an "I". These extra vowels gave the girl a sense of relief.

Jordan also started to make her observations. Although he couldn't see her work due to the walls, his mind was still working fast on its own. He also noticed a "W", a "P", a "Y", and two "L"s.

It was around that time that Angel started to remember something from past seasons of Survivor. She wasn't really an avid fan, but she had seen the logo of the show before and something about it reminded her about this arrangement of letters.

And with that, she quickly started to form her phrase. It did require some deep thinking, however she was certain that she remembered it properly.

"I think I figured it out!" she said.

"Okay, let's see."

He then examined her result.

"Outwit, Outplay, Outlast! Jumping Seagulls win reward!" Malcolm cheered.

The tribe started to celebrate as well as Angel returned.

The blonde couldn't have felt happier. For it was the first time that she has proven herself in this competition.

"Okay, Jumping Seagulls, you are free to take your fishing supplies back to camp. And a canoe will be resting on the sand when you get there."

The winning tribe grabbed the various tools and started to lug it all back to their camp.

"Flying Monkeys, I got nothing for you. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

Episode Th: Who's It Gonna Be?'


Day Two, Immunity Challenge

Malcolm looked at the jungle that was ahead of him. Just behind him was the sparkling ocean, but it was not a part of the beach that any tribe possessed. A series of buoys were spread out, forming a square about forty feet on each side. All these Ryaners were roped together by rope. Halfway down the ropes heading away from the beach were two poles, each indicating the halfway Ryan. Finally, there was a secure platform with a chair for the aging man to sit on. Beside him was a table with a small cover on it.

"Come on in, guys!" Malcolm said in his tradeRyan announcers voice. On cue, the two tribes came out single file, everyone wearing their swimsuits. The Jumping Seagulls emerged first, with Simon carrying a thin yellow banner. The rest of that tribe followed the groomed black-haired man. Behind them were the Flying Monkeys, with Rickie carrying a respective orange banner. The line split between the tribes and they got on their corresponding mats.

"Are you ready for your first Immunity challenge?" the host asked. Everyone nodded.

"Alright, each tribe got a clue that led to Tree Mail earlier today. In Tree Mail was a clue for today's challenge. I assume everyone got that message." everyone nodded.

"Today's challenge will be like a game of basketball, only in the water. I will be the referee and will make all calls. Each round, you will bring in five people; one center, two forwards, and two guards. Everyone will meet in the center of the court and I will put the ball in play. Once then, you will try to get the ball in your net, each one will be represented by your tribe color. You are free to fight your way to the net. Once someone scores a basket, you will swap out your team and bring in five more people. First tribe to three will win Immunity and will be safe from Tribal Council tonight."

Malcolm then went to the table next to him and removed the cover, reveal a wooden tiki statuette.

"Losers will go to Tribal Council where someone will be voted off tonight. I will now give you a minute to strategize." Malcolm then started to make his way to his chair.

The Flying Monkeys got themselves in a huddle.

"Alright, now I think we shouldn't be throwing in all of our athletic powerhouses in at once. Because then, we'll have an entire team of underdogs." Rickie suggested. He knew that by now, most of the tribe had accepted his leadership. 

"Now I think we should throw in Riley as the stronghold for the first round." the brown man stated.

"Alright!" Riley shouted. Mystery, who was next to her, cupped her mouth.

"Thank you, Mystery." Rickie commended.

"No problem." the girl in black pigtails expressed.

"Um, not to brag or anything, but I think I'd be a better contender." Jordan announced.

"Well, it's not really a matter of skill, it's just we need to limit the true athletic strength in each round so that every set of five has at least one athlete." Rickie said. Nervous, he continued; think he acted a little mean.

"Um...of course, all of us are great athletes. It's just that...um...I don't want to overestimate." the brown man made out shakily. Jordan placed a hand on Rickie's shoulder.

"It's alright. Besides, it's hard to be this strong." the blonde defended while boastfully showing off his physique. His body wasn't too muscular, but it was enough to break even with the rest of the tribe.

"Now Cedric, you look like you have potential, so you'll be the center in the next round." Rickie told the brown man with the blue mohawk.

"I think Macy should be thrown into center this round." Cedric suggested, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Back off!" Macy warned.

"Jordan, you'll go in third round and then we'll repeat that." Rickie finished.

"You know, Rickie, I do have some physical strength." Lola jumped in.

"You can be a guard in the first round. Anyway, who else wants to volunteer?" Rickie asked. No one really rose their hands.

"I don't really care, I'll just do it." Skylar said openly.

"Anyone else?" the brown man asked. Still, no one raised their hand.

"Alright, I'll just have to make up a system."

Rickie pointed at Macy and began to do "Eeeny Meeny Miney Mo." After going around, he landed on Anders. The hipster then surprisingly bowed.

"I will give you a great act!" the pale man vowed. Rickie looked at him confused.

Rickie repeated the procedure and this time, and this time picked Benny and Mystery.

"Alright." Benny said.

"Okay." the girl in pigtails responded.

The brown man went through the ranks one last time and picked Macy.

"I can't!" Macy exclaimed. The others hushed her.

"You were selected fair and square, Macy. You have to work with us." Rickie explained.

"No! I will not! I will throw the challenge!" Macy whined. Rickie then sighed.

"Alright, I'll go in your place." the brown man compensated.

The Jumping Seagulls quickly compromised the first round pick. They had on their side Cooper, Skylar, Aubrey, Simon, and Anthony. The tribe waited patiently for the Flying Monkeys to pick their team.

Once the teams were selected, they made their way into the water court and met in the center. Malcolm was perched in his chair with a white ball in the air.

"Play!" the aging man announced as he threw the ball toward the two teams. Rickie was the first to get the ball and he quickly passed it to Anders. Skylar and Aubrey then proceeded to chase the hipster. Riley noticed this and started to charge at the two other girls.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" the rainbow-haired girl cried as she grasped the opponents and slammed them into the water. She resurfaced and attempted to drown Aubrey and Skylar.

"DIE, YOU TWO!" she screamed. The girl was then pulled back by Rickie.

"Don't kill them, Riley." the brown man responded calmly. He then noticed that Anders scoring a basket.

"Point to the Flying Monkeys!" Malcolm announced. The tribe celebrated as they made their way out of the court. Cedric grasped Macy's arm and started to drag her out.

"Alright, Round Two!" he cheered.

"Get your arm off me!" Macy yelled.

"Nope! It's your turn, honey." Cedric affirmed. The woman continually attempted to break from the sadist's grip, but to no avail.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she cried. Rickie tried to jump in.

"Come on, Cedric. Don't put her through this." he said.

"No! She needs to learn that people don't always get what they want!" the man with the blue mohawk argued.

"Cedric! Please don't do this." Lola pleaded.

"We need to get back to the challenge." Melika chimed in.

Despite their wishes, Cedric continued to pull Macy toward the ocean.

"We are getting back to the challenge!" Cedric responded to Melika.

"CEDRIC!" everyone yelled. The man with the mohawk sighed and released Macy. The brown woman rubbed her skin.

"You jerk! You almost ruined my skin with your meaty hands!" she retorted.

"Alright, so Jordan and Macy will sit out with the rest of us. Everyone else, get out there." Rickie commanded. The remaining players made their way onto the court. The Jumping Seagulls had sent out Monica, Natasha, Johnny, Angel, and and Benjamin.

Malcolm was propped back up on his white chair with the ball. The players approached the center of the water court and looked up at the host.

"Play!" the sphere flew in the air before being caught by Cedric.

"Cedric! Over here!" Lola yelled. The sadist ignored her, however. Johnny attempted to tackle him, however Cedric was able to slam into the nerdy brunette.

Benjamin rushed over to pick him up.

"Thanks." Johnny replied.

"It's all co-" however he was interrupted by Malcolm's announcement.

"Point to Flying Monkeys!"

The two looked to see Cedric jumping in cheer as he rushed back to the shoreline.

Dismayed, the members of the Jumping Seagulls rejoined their tribe. Among one of them was Angel. The pale blonde did what she could, but stood no chance to Cedric's wrath. She was specifically awaited by Simon, who still managed to wear a bowtie for the occasion. The man, who's groomed hair was now a watery mess, placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You did what you could." Simon told her.

Angel smiled as she glanced into his slightly tanned complexion that contrasted greatly from her ghost-like figure.

"COME ON GUYS! WE'RE LOSING!" Alexis whined.

Angel and Simon gathered with the "smaller" girl to contemplate their next round.

"Yeah, seriously. Are we really that bad?" Monica sneered.

"WE NEED TO WIN, GUYS! FOR MAMA!" Alexis cried.

"Well then, don't you think it's time you went out there." Monica continued.

"Without anybody big to protect me?! Everyone else already went!" Alexis complained.

"I'll go in." Simon volunteered.

"So will I!" Cooper said.

"I will die for you!" Benjamin jumped in.

Natasha shrugged. "What the hell?"

"The four of us are at your service." the black-haired "slave" stated.

The moment didn't last very long before a scream from the other tribe.

"NO!" Macy cried.

"You're the only person that hasn't competed yet!" Cedric said as he dragged toward the water.

"I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE! I'LL THROW THE CHALLENGE!" she screamed.

"That ain't gonna work, tuts!" the man with the mohawk responded.

"I'M CALLING MY DADDY!" the brown girl said as she attempted to rush back to retrieve her purse.

"We confiscated all electronic devices." Malcolm intervened from his chair in the water.

"WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED WORLD IS THIS?!"

"This is Survivor; a game on a tropical island completely isolated from the society we were used to."

"On top of that, Cedric does have a point. Every member of a tribe has to compete in this challenge. If anybody refuses to compete, then their whole tribe forfeits the challenge."

The Flying Monkeys gasped before going on a banter. They were all pleading Macy, the alpha-girl, to compete and place her interests aside. Cedric drew her near and placed his mouth to her ear.

"You don't compete and you're dead!" he silently threatened.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" Macy said grinding her teeth.

"I don't want the team to win, I just wanna see you get wet." Cedric explained.

"You're a sick monster! You know that?" the brown girl whispered.

"Call me a monster, I just flat out don't care."

Macy continued to restrain before a thought came to her mind.

"You know, Cedric, if you let me forfeit then you'll get to see the whole team suffer."

Cedric pondered for a minute.

"If I let you go, you will NOT throw me under the bus! Do you understand?" he whispered.

"Trust me on this." Macy said.

Cedric couldn't help his sadistic urges.

"You got yourself a deal." he complied. He then let go of the brown girl and faced Malcolm.

"She won't do it." Cedric announced.

The rest of the Flying Monkeys stirred up a commotion.

"She just won't budge." the man with the blue mohawk stated.

"Macy, are you sure you don't want to do this?" Malcolm asked from his chair.

"I would rather DIE than go in that water!" she sneered.

"In that case, Jumping Seagulls win immunity." Malcolm announced.

The Jumping Seagulls cheered as the host made his way down from the chair. Most of the Flying Monkeys gave Macy ugly looks, but the alpha-girl was unfazed.

Malcolm grabbed the coveted statuette and handed it over to Simon.

"Jumping Seagulls, you are safe and have earned yourselves another two days here. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

The winning tribe complied and filed out victoriously. Once they were out of sight, Malcolm turned to the Flying Monkeys.

"Flying Monkeys, I will see you at Tribal Council tonight where one of you will be voted off tonight. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

They did as such as they headed out with darkened spirits and moral.


The Jumping Seagulls were discussing their victory as they approached their campsite along the beach. Simon placed the Tribal Immunity on the roof of the shelter as he went over to Angel who was still in her pink bikini.

"Hey, Simon." the blonde greeted.

"Good afternoon, Madam Angel." the man greeted.

Angel couldn't help but chuckle. Now having done his greeting, Simon found a seat on the sandy beach. The butler turned toward the girl, who's pale skin was burnt from being out in the sun. Strands of her sandy, wet hair was returning to the wavy blonde he had known her for. He also took respect to her beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"You know, Simon, I was wondering if you wanted to ally with me." Angel said.

To Simon, it was no more than doing everything the girl said. But he didn't care about that, for he was born to do so.

"Definitely..." he answered timidly. He wasn't sure why he stopped dead in his tracks.

Angel, however, just smiled.

"Great." she cheered.

Simon took in her response and remained silent, unsure how to carry on with the conversation. He wanted to continue, but didn't know what to say.

"So...still can't believe we won that challenge." he made out.

"Yeah, that Macy girl. She acts just like my brother." Angel said.

"You have a brother?" Simon asked.

"Yes, his name is Dylan. He's eleven and he's really annoying!" she responded.

"I've always been an only child."

"Well then, you must have it pretty easy." Angel said.

"If you want me to be honest, then it is "easy." the butler pointed out.

"What is it like?" the blonde asked.

"Well I spend my days in school and then the afternoons at work."

"Where do you work?"

"I work for the Tysons, a wealthy family that lives just outside my hometown. I go in there, clean up their house, tutor their children, and tend to their garden."

"Sounds boring." Angel replied.

"Not really. If anything, it's the best part of the day. School is a bore and I can never wait to get there. So in the meantime, I warm myself up by assisting my peers. That way, I'm already for the Tysons' service come 2:15." Simon told.

Angel giggled.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" he asked.

"Well, um...my school doesn't really have a "butler". It's just any ordinary high school. In fact, I'll be graduating this upcoming June." she said.

"Do you plan to go to college?" Simon asked. Angel nodded her head.

"Which one?"

"I recently got accepted into Syracuse." the blonde cheered.

"What do you plan to major in?"

"I haven't decided yet, but my mom's very supportive." she answered.

"You must have a really nice mother." Simon said.

"Yeah, she's the greatest person who ever lived!"

Simon simply smiled, taking in Angel's happiness.


Johnny awkwardly approached Benny, who was resting in the shelter.

"Um...thanks for helping me out earlier..." Johnny made out.

The artificial redhead rose to face the skinny brunette.

"Why are you coming up to me like this?" he asked, confused.

"It was rather kind of you. The least I could do is thank you for it."

Benny still looked puzzled by Johnny's actions, but went along with it.

"It was only best." he responded lightly.

Johnny sighed to himself and walked off.

On the other side of the camp, the light brunette, Aubrey had been witnessing the event while sitting in the sand. She couldn't exactly make out the words they were uttering, however she came to her own conclusions.

Aubrey got up from the sand and started to make her way to Johnny, who was leaning against a tree.

"Hi." she greeted.

"Hey Aubrey, how are you?" the male brunette asked in return.

"Good...um...can I ask you a question?"

Johnny simply shrugged.

"Sure."

Aubrey then scratched the back of her neck.

"Are you...in love with Benny?" Aubrey asked.

Johnny's forest green eyes widened.

"What?!" he said, shocked.

"It's okay if you don't want to admit it right away. When confronted with discomfort, a turtle will hide away in its shell. But once he's had some time he'll come out right out of the closet. Feel free to visit me when you're ready."

Aubrey then gave Johnny a hug and a pat on the back before going back to where she was. Johnny looked on, incredibly confused by the events that just occurred.


Anthony sat in the shadows, alone. He hadn't speculated on anyone needing him for strategy or maintaining the camp. There also wasn't much necessity to engrave upon the sun-deprived soil or the dark bark attached to the tropical trees. He was in a state of bliss; one where he didn't need anyone around or pieces to be represented in the real world. He had his imagination where he knew he was above all. He could craft anything instantaneously and animate them to take part in adventures of his choosing no pen or paper needed. He wished he could spend his entire life in this condition, but the everlasting presence of people struck him down into place. He had no way of ascending the hierarchy that they have established yesterday and he found no purpose in trying to fight a war that was already lost.

Little did the spiked-haired man know that a certain redhead that he encountered earlier was coming back. The tanned girl crouched down and observed the loner who was in a similar state from her earlier encounter.

"Hey there." she welcomed.

Anthony merely sat there, assuming that he had not heard. The redhead, however, was not convinced.

"Why don't you get down and dirty?"

She quickly looked around before stumbling upon the sparkling ocean.

"Looks like nobody's in the water. Why don't you stun them by plopping yourself in?" she said enthusiastically.

Still, Anthony remained silent. The redhead acted quickly and reached for a nearby stick. She held it up to the spiked-haired man.

"Why not try to stick this up somebody's nose!"

She looked back and saw Angel, who was sleeping on the sand.

"Try that girl! She'll never see it coming!" she said pointing to the pale blonde. Anthony, however, remained uninterested.

To the redhead, anyone who attempted to integrate the spiked-haired man to the social community would've been considered an extremist at best. At worst, somebody who has no one else to interact with. She assumed herself to be the former; before coming out to the island, she was one of the most confident and easygoing people at her high school. Although only being sixteen, she was known for hosting many parties with her peers and her exceptional presence and participation at them.

"Why are you doing this?..." a soft voice echoed.

The redhead, surprised, turned around and saw that the words had come out of the spiked-haired man's mouth.

"Doing what?" she asked in return.

"Talking to me?..."

To the redhead, it was surprising how anyone would ask that. Everything, to her, seemed like one of her parties.

"Well it's never fun to be missing out on the fun." she answered.

Anthony was rather unconvinced.

"Please...go away..." he requested.

"But...don't you want to win?" the redhead asked, twirling her hair.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..." the spiked-haired man said.

The redhead was always saddened by loners, but knew better than to get under their skin. Respecting his wishes, she got up and returned to the shelter.

As Anthony looked on at the girl, he thought about the promise he made to himself before he left. He knew that he would gain his courage to become a part of an alliance, pact, or even just a friendship. He knew the way to it and a gate just flew by for him to enter. He felt bad for himself, for being too timid to take an opportunity that was slapping him clean in his face. He thought about getting up to catch up with the redhead, but he looked upon the sun that was shining brightly onto his fellow tribe members and how chill it was in the shadows. He was used to being chill, and his instincts wanted to keep him from getting burned.


Alexis was sitting in the shelter, trying to escape the heat that Borneo brought to all its inhabitants on a consistent basis. With an effort only built on several hours, mere timber wouldn't suffice. She complained as it got ever hotter in the shelter. She wanted to avoid the water because she had just dried off, however as she heated up, the idea grew from its roots in her options to its bark coated log in her desires and finally peaking in the leaves of necessity. She never bothered to change out of her icy blue bathing suit, so a swim would be a run down the beach away.

Jerking upward, she sprinted with her scrawny legs kicking hard against the sand before diving into the water. It was still warm due to the sun's everlasting exposure upon it, but it provided more benefit than the shelter. The blonde took in what she could while keeping her body underwater. It was only when her tiny lungs had used up its air that she arose, gasping.

Meanwhile, Cooper had watched Alexis make her desperate journey to the watery resolution to her overheating. He knew that she was too young for his interests, but found another use for people like her.

Making his way over, he found a seat on the submerged sand beside the wet blonde.

"I can tell you were hot." Cooper said.

Alexis turned around to discover him. Frightened, she tried to move away.

"Get away from me, you weirdo!"

"No. No. No. I only focus on older women, so you don't have to worry." Cooper clarified.

Trying to act in character, Alexis inched her way back; her big blue eyes filled with doubt.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" she asked, worriedly.

"You know, nobody really likes having a little kid like you running around camp. Sooner or later, they'll grow annoyed of you and vote you out." Cooper explained.

"Nah uh! They love me just for the way I am!" Alexis argued.

Cooper merely chuckled.

"How innocent! I wish I could be your age again; where everything appeared perfect and happy and had rainbows spewing out of every opening. But I guess we all need to get a reality check at some point." he said.

"It's not true!"

"Well let me ask you this. If you were a senior in high school and you had prom coming up, would you pick a boy your age?" Cooper asked.

Alexis started to think about her answer, but the male continued.

"Didn't think so. But I have a plan that will help you out."

The younger blonde looked on at Cooper.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You see, I kind of need your help too. And there's a very special way that you can do that. You see, all you have to do is vote with me, talk with me, and play with me. It's called an alliance." he said patronizingly.

Alexis continued to listen.

"But if you say 'yes' to it then you have to stay with me all the way through. You can't vote with anyone else unless I say so, you can't help them, and you can't join an alliance with them. So, will you join?" he asked.

The girl had to think about the matter for a moment. She knew the guy was an idiot, but she couldn't break character as a seven year old girl.

"Okay." the female blonde agreed.

Cooper then reached out his hand to the girl.

"Thank you. I know that we will do great together."

Innocently, Alexis grasped the man's hand and shook it.


Natasha was watching Skylar return from her visit in the shadows.

"Hey there!" the dark girl cheered.

The redhead turned and noticed Natasha.

"Oh hi!" Skylar greeted.

She then made her way over to her.

"So...what were you doing back there?" Natasha asked.

Skylar thought about what the spiked-haired man had said to her just recently.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..."

The redhead was no person who liked to disrespect the wishes of others.

"...Nothing really. Just thought I'd get some shade." she responded.

Natasha listened, but saw a mysterious figure sitting against one of the trees in the shadows. In fact, the same one that Skylar was just visiting. She knew it wasn't her business, but a spark of suspicion started to circulate.

"Uh huh." Natasha said.

"So, do you want to talk strategy?" the redhead asked.

The dark girl shook her head.

"Trust me, I came out here to make friends; considering I'm not really popular at school right now." she said as she started to drift on a walk.

Skylar started to follow.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know, really. I did have friends for a while. We would play games, cheat with each other on tests, and sit with each other at lunch. But when I was in eight grade, they said they were moving."

"Moving where?" Skylar asked.

"Well there were three others. One of them was Erin and she moved to Alaska because her father became the president of the fishing industry there. Another was Terri and she moved to Brazil as an exchange student. Finally, there was Noel, who moved to Afghanistan to help a young boy with no family."

The redhead was baffled.

"That sounds a little extreme...don't you think?" she asked.

"Well there was nothing Erin could do about his father, but Terri and Noel are just really good people. I bet they'll win the Nobel Prize one day!" Natasha cheered.

Skylar placed aside her confusion and went along with it.

"So what happened after?" she asked.

"Well once high school started, nobody popped up to be my friend. I tried asking them, but they said that they all said that they're too busy with high school. And they're right; you have all that homework, some of them do sports, and others just have clubs. Who has time for friends?" Natasha responded.

Skylar was considering more and more of verbal intervention, but she knew she wasn't a meddler.

"Well...that's interesting." she replied.

"So. What's your life like?" Natasha asked.

"Well...I go to a lot of parties. They're very fun! Lots of boys, girls, and just people I know." the redhead said.

Natasha smiled in amazement.

"Wow! Everyone you know plus you must be a super league! You probably get that homework done super quick and you do clubs very quickly; leaving time for parties and stuff. I wish I could be like you!" the dark girl said.

Skylar scratched the back of her head.

"Um...yeah." she made out.

Little did the two girls know that Monica was making her way over to them.

"Hey girls!" she said, bursting out.

The two others turned at the girl with utter surprise. And a sense of eccentricity showed in her plastered smile and her messy auburn ponytail.

"Oh...hey Monica." Skylar made out awkwardly.

"What'ya guys talking about?" she asked eagerly.

"Nothing much, really." Natasha responded.

Skylar was overwhelmed with confusion and could barely comprehend how normal Monica's sudden outburst appeared to the dark girl.

"Natasha, can I talk to you in private?" Monica asked.

The dark girl nodded and rose to follow the darker redhead with Skylar looking on.

Monica lured Natasha into the jungle, away from the other redhead.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Natasha asked innocently.

"About Skylar." Monica said.

"What about her?" the dark girl asked.

"Listen Natasha, I know that Skylar may appear nice, but she's actually out to get you." she explained.

"Out to get me? What does that mean?" Natasha questioned.

Monica sighed in annoyance.

"It means that she's not your friend." she said.

Natasha widened her eyes.

"What?!" the dark girl gasped.

"Trust me, I know these things. I talked to her last night, and she was going on and on about how much she hates you. She'll vote you off the first chance she gets." Monica stated.

"Well...gee...I really thought I had a friend." Natasha said to herself.

"It's okay! But we need to get rid of her as soon as possible." she explained.

"But...we're not up for elimination tonight..." the dark girl pointed out.

"Well no, but the first Tribal Council we have, we cut her loose! Do you have a deal?"

Natasha nervously nodded her head.

"Good." Monica said before walking off, leaving her alone.

Little did Monica know that once she was out of hearing distance from the other girl, Natasha stuck out her tounge and let out a raspberry.


Somewhere far away from the Jumping Seagulls' camp was the residence of the defeated force. What was once an atmosphere of childish enjoyment and carelessness has been nearly asphyxiated by its father: reality; a punishment administered from the foil that the couple created. That child had grown up to follow in its master's footsteps.

This negative vibe had affected Rickie the most, knowing that he and his newly made friends will have to make a decision that would sooner be pushed aside than being forced to swallow a dry handful of cinnamon.

However, others were eager to play this game the way it should be: to outwit, outplay, and to outlast.

Cedric approached a pale brunette who was taking in shade beneath a tree.

"Hey you, who you voting for tonight?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"How are you gonna get her off?" he asked.

"What made you think I was voting for her?" Cedric asked.

"Trust me, I know what you copycats are all about! I have to put up with them every day, but you learn something and that's this: The more you hate someone, the more you want them to just disappear."

"Well, I do hate Macy, but not in that way. I enjoy making her suffer. There's nothing better than someone telling me what they hate, and doing everything you can to make sure that one thing gets in their faces. That splurge of joy that fills you when you see them terrified! Classic!" Cedric laughed.

"Do you really think I want that to go on the second day?" he asked the brunette with white glasses.

"Well...I'm glad you're not like everyone else." the brunette said, placing a hand on Cedric's shoulder.

"Who are you voting for?" the man with the mohawk asked.

"That's kind of hard to decide. After all, there are three athletic on this tribe." he explained.

"I see you're going for the obvious move." Cedric replied.

"Anders thinks otherwise. Anybody would be an obvious pick in my book." he said.

"I see." Cedric said.

"I'm probably thinking about Rickie. He's acting nice now, but with someone like him as a leader? It's only a matter of time." the man with the mohawk continued.

Anders nodded his head.

"I see where you're coming from." he responded.

"Do you want to join me?" Cedric asked.

"In voting out Rickie?" Anders said.

"Yes. It will be the perfect blindside; he'll never see it coming! Besides, think of all the people that would be pissed!" Cedric presented.

"You know what? You got yourself a deal?"

The two people stood up and shook hands.

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Macy was sitting angrily against the wall of the shelter. She had learned to never tolerate anything as degrading as what had occurred earlier today and she wasn't prepared to abandon that established principle.

A dark man then entered the shelter and sat beside her.

"Rough day, huh?" said the man, twirling his orange dreadlocks.

"Don't bring me there!" Macy sneered.

"Listen, I wish I wasn't talking about these matters either. I joined this show to meet new people, but also for the obvious reason that made everyone else sign up. The one thing I knew that I would hate is afternoons like this. But-"

"Who do you think, Rickie?!" the dark girl yelled.

Rickie sighed.

"Sadly, Cedric would have to be my pick too."

"Finally! You choose to have common sense." Macy stated.

"Well it wasn't like I could pick somebody else. I want the money too." Rickie said.

Anders was approaching the beach to lie down. He had the discourse between the two darker people, but tried to ignore it.

"Hey, Anders." Rickie called.

The pale brunette stopped, but he didn't turn to meet the voice.

"Come over here, we want to talk strategy."

Anders had remained still. He heard the name of the man he had just had a conversation with, and wasn't ready to betray.

"The team commands you to come over here."

He twitched a bit, but he stayed silent.

Cedric was still by the tree, listening to Rickie's offerings. Although he saw the brunette staying true to his word, the man with the mohawk feared more and more that Anders would give in. Luckily, he managed to walk off from the shelter and take his seat in the sand.

Cedric relaxed himself and slid down to the ground. He had heard no further words from Rickie and was relieved. He looked through the canopy of leaves to see the beams of light radiating as the sun started its decline.

A thought came across him, though.

"He will turn on you..."

It escalated his fears. Surely, the possibility wasn't certain, but it was a possibility. The man with the mohawk removed the idea and cleared his mind. Tribal Council still was yet to come, but the day was still alive.


Jordan, with the machete in hand, sliced open a coconut to exploit its precious milk. Rickie, who was his supposed superior, came up to him in a similar fashion to Macy.

"Do you wish to vote out Cedric?" Rickie asked.

"I truly can't say enough how over the top he was at the challenge. I would keep him, but I'm thinking about everyone else." the blonde answered.

He managed to get the coconut into two rough halves. Jordan held both of them up, one in each of his hand. He reached out his right arm, with a respective half resting on it.

"Want one?" he asked.

Rickie nodded and accepted the gift.

"Thanks." he said as he started to drink from it.

"You know, we really do have a lot in common." the blonde noted.

The man with the orange dreadlocks separated the cup from his lip as he prepared to respond to Jordan's comment. 

"Well...I guess we do."

"In fact, I think we can do great together in an alliance." he said.

"You think so?" Rickie asked.

"Certainly. Considering that you assumed the role of leader, I think it's great to have an ally; someone who can mediate those who oppose the thought of a governed tribe. Since I am the most favorable, I think I would stand for the people." Jordan proclaimed.

"Um...okay." he simply replied.

"Do you accept?"

The decision wasn't easy for Rickie. He knew that he was honest and kind, but still couldn't resist a sense of doubt in the blonde. Not to say any were evident, but the darker man still thought the idea of forming "special" relationships so early in the game were flabbergasting. This clash between ethics and knowledge struck Rickie down.

"I'll think about it." he finally answered.

To Rickie's relief, Jordan wasn't offended.

"I understand." he said.

Jordan then moved away from Rickie, leaving him to suspect the impact of his comment.


Mystery, Riley, Melika, and Lola had wanted some time away from the rest of tribe. The foursome had grown tight. The latter three had a passion for sports, while Mystery was flat out not a fan of "girl" things. This alliance was unlike the others either tribe has established at this point. The members of this one have recognized a sense of self-righteousness-courtesy of Mystery; that they are self-sufficient without the dependency of the Flying Monkeys. In fact, they formed their own fire away from the camp and hung out. They were noticed from someone once in a while; sometimes they looked the other way, but other times- particularly on an afternoon like this- they would wonder if the group were talking about them or their allies.

"Some challenge today." Mystery started.

"You said it. We should have annihilated them!" Riley commented.

"If only there was surfing in there." Melika added.

"Well at least it was in the water." Lola said.

The other three concurred with her statement.

"It is what it is. But the question is, who do we vote for?" the surfer girl asked.

"That's easy: Anders." Mystery answered.

Riley opened her eyes in shock.

"But he was good at the challenge today. He even scored us a point." the rainbow girl said.

"I know, but it's just his attitude. He didn't even help us build camp; he just sat around, being an arrogant bastard!" Mystery replied.

"You can say that again." Lola commented.

"I think he could be useful in challenges, and what not. We need a force that would make the other tribe piss their pants in fear!" Riley argued.

"That's what we have Cedric for." Melika said.

"Look Riley, we can't always focus on who's the strongest or who's the fastest or whatever." Melika continued.

The rainbow faced the surfer girl and faced her brown eyes.

"But isn't that what this alliance is about; the strongest and toughest set of women this game has to offer?" Riley asked.

"Well, to a degree. We are very athletic women, well...mostly everyone." Mystery said.

"Are you not athletic?" Riley asked her.

The black-haired girl shook her head.

"Did you see me at the challenge today? I sucked! Trust me, I couldn't play a sport if my life depended on it. I'm not, however, a prissy little girl who's into makeup and shopping. I wanted to form an alliance with you and these other girls because I like you all. You appear tough and that's just how I like it."

Mystery then stared into Riley's auburn eyes.

"Are we friends?" she asked.

It took her a moment, but the rainbow girl nodded.

Mystery rejoiced.

"Great! This is exactly the kind of character that makes you so likable!"

Although Riley hadn't quite received what she paid for, she was willing to accept the others for who they were.


It came back.

In the midst of relaxation and thoughtlessness, it found its way back onto the beach.

"He will turn on you..."

The panic resumed inside the man, but this time it wouldn't go away. No matter the extremity or fashion he tried to digress into, those five words were attached to him like leeches.

He thought it was time to sort things out and went out to find Anders.

The pale brunette was lying down on a hammock that Jordan built yesterday.

"Anders." Cedric said.

The man saw the guy with the mohawk standing against the yellowing sky.

"Are you gonna blindside me?" he asked.

The very idea left a shocked look on Anders' face.

"What?!" the brunette reacted.

"I keep on thinking you're going to vote for me instead of what was originally intended."

Anders was still surprised to have this idea come before him.

"Why would I do that?" he ask.

"Because you think you're going to get away with it. Not just that, but to protect your own hide." Cedric explained.

Fear enveloped the brunette's face.

"Are you okay?" Anders asked nervously.

"I'm uneasy, Anders. Very uneasy." he answered.

The brunette continued to look at his supposed friend, who was pacing slowly, but automatically. Then, out of nowhere, Cedric grasped Anders' shoulders. He winced in fear.

"Are you going to turn on me?" he yelled.

"No." Anders answered, collecting himself.

"That's not good enough! You gotta tell me right now! To my face!" the man with the mohawk screamed, even more anxious.

"No! I will not vote for you!" the frail brunette said, attempting to equal the sincerity and intensity that his fellow man displayed.

"I need to know!" he continued, this time shaking Anders.

"I will not vote for you!" he screamed, this time being audible to the rest of the tribe. They turned toward the duo in surprise. Cedric faced them with a blank expression. The wave appeared to have died quickly, and the others resumed their activities.

Cedric slowly and shakily released Anders.

"One word. Doesn't matter if it comes from you or from someone else. Should I get the slightest bit of doubt added, you're dead!" he threatened.

He then left the brunette on the hammock.


Rickie and Macy have long left the shelter for other purposes, however another pair has taken their place. Benny was exhausted after spending a good two hours gathering firewood. He had built up quite the mound in the back of the shelter. The Caucasian lied himself down and rested his back. His arms were aching from carrying a heavy load. He knew nobody asked him to retrieve it, but after having seen many programs on National Geographic, he knew that it would benefit the tribe later. He planned to get some more in the morning, but for the moment tried to get in some relaxation before Tribal Council.

As he lied down, looking up at the tropical wood canopy, another figure sat down on the end. Benny looked up and saw a tall, muscular man. He had a paler skin tone than him, but not much else. The person also had a head of short, choppy black hair.

"Hello," Benny said.

No response came out of the larger man. The spiked-haired man assumed that he hadn't heard his greeting.

"Hello?" he repeated.

Still, he remained silent.

At this point, Benny found the strength to push himself toward the figure. Once having himself sitting on the edge of the shelter, Benny looked at the man. The first thing that he noticed were two scars. Each were identical to one another; faded red Ryans that appeared to curve to meet each other. Drawing a line from their upper ends could easily form a rough semi circle.

The spiked-haired man then looked up and saw that the man's light green eyes were staring towards the ocean. His mouth had a serious and firm positioning. The reason behind his fixed position was unknown, and it perplexed Benny.

"Tough day. Huh?" he attempted.

The man's lips didn't quiver even in the slightest motion. The man looked as if he were a statue.

"With the vote and all and..." Benny stopped briefly before continuing.

"Who do you plan on voting for?" he asked.

The man, in a surprising fashion, turned towards Benny and opened his mouth.

"Cedric," he said.

"You know, that's what I was thinking too. Did you see him at the challenge today?"

The larger man turned back toward the sea.

"I know." he responded, facing away from him.

Benny thought about the man's reserved attitude. He was the only one who socialized so little on the tribe. Benny wasn't sure what to think.

"Could this man be planning a huge move?"

"Why did he sign up for this game in the first place?"

These questions went through the spiked-haired man's mind. There certainly must be a reason behind this person's reservation.

"What's your name?" Benny asked.

"Ed." he simply said.

Benny decided to not make Ed talk anymore. It has been a long day. And considering that this was probably his first interaction, he thought it was best not to overindulge him. He decided, instead, to get some more rest for the events that will inevitably follow. However, he and Ed were suddenly confronted by Cedric, who was gasping for air.

"You won't believe it!" he barely made out.

Benny shot up to look at the man.

"What won't I believe?" the spiked-haired man asked.

The man with the mohawk caught his breath and then crouched down to Benny.

"I just overheard Anders. He's planning to blindside Rickie." Cedric answered.

The spiked-haired man opened his eyes in shock.

"What?! Rickie's our tribe leader and probably the coolest guy I've ever known. Why would Anders want to get rid of him?" he asked.

"He thinks that he's too good for him and that Rickie will pick us all off one by one. He has the numbers: eight to three! I don't know how he convinced all those people, but somehow he has!"

"Well...gee...I thought everyone liked him."

"That's what I thought too! But we can stop this! All we have to do is vote for Anders. I don't know if it'll be enough, but every vote counts."

Benny and Ed looked at each other for a moment.


Tribal Council

The day has died and night has been resurrected. Far off from any place that has been visited was a secluded space that was lit by fire. Nearby were the eleven members of the Flying Monkeys making their way to this palace of fire. Rickie took the lead, followed by Jordan and everyone else. Each were holding a wooden pole in their hands. Rickie took the lead as he started to make his way up the stone steps. Each step made by him and his followers was made with fear; for they knew that one of them would not be heading back down.

At the top of those steps rested Malcolm, who looked as if he had waited for them to arrive for hours. In front of him was a bonfire that was blazing up the stone arena.

As the individual members were completing this journey, Malcolm spoke over like an intercom,

"Grab a torch and dip it in to get fire. In this game, fire represents life. Once your flame is gone, so are you."

Everyone listened and grab a wooden staff from a long row behind two stone benches. In a line, they placed their torches down into the blazing fury that lit up the night. Once resurfaced, a smaller flame was sticking on. Although now separated and vulnerable to the elements, these small flames maintained the intensity that their mother had produced.

After the last staff was engulfed, the Flying Monkeys took their seats upon the benches. Malcolm took a single seat on the other side of the bonfire and faced the tribe.

"Welcome to Tribal Council, everyone. For those of you who haven't seen Survivor, the rules are simple. I will be asking you all a series of questions about tribal interactions, the challenges, and anything before we go to a vote. Does everyone understand."

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. Macy, you refused to participate in the challenge today and cost your tribe the challenge. Do you feel worried?" the host asked.

"Not at all, Malcolm. Only an idiot would be dumb enough to get their hair wet!" she answered confidently.

Cedric gave her a glare that she didn't notice.

"Cedric, do you feel like you've gone too far during the challenge?" Malcolm asked.

"You know Malcolm, I wasn't prepared to throw the challenge just because one snobby bitch didn't want to get their hair wet. I really was just trying to get everyone to participate because we could've won that challenge right then and there." he answered.

"Liar! Malcolm, I'd like you to prosecute this man for perjury!" the dark girl screamed.

Malcolm merely looked at her.

"This isn't a trial, Macy. Even if he was lying, it would fly completely past the radar."

Macy gasped as the host's blunt words. Meanwhile, everyone on the tribe started to get tense. Some chose to express their concern, while others found it better to suppress.

"Anyway, Jordan, how did you feel around camp?"

"Well, Malcolm, things were great the first day; we got along, we had some fun. But ever since this morning, Cedric and Macy have been antagonistic toward one another. This may sound silly, but it's really been a downer to me." the blonde responded.

"I would like to confess. It hasn't pleased me either." Rickie jumped in.

"So, Cedric. Judging by what's being said here, it seems like your fellow tribe mates are bothered by you." Malcolm reported.

"You know, guys." Cedric said, turning to the rest of the tribe.

"I'm not the one to blame here. If anything, it should be toward Macy. She's the sour-"

"You're gonna talk smack to me?!" the dark girl interrupted.

"I'm just saying, if you were a little more flexible to the operations of Survivor, if you care a little bit about others, and if you start to look beyond the money, then I wouldn't have felt the need to do those things to you. It's a mere matter of making sure everyone else doesn't suffer because of your actions."

Macy looked at the man with the mohawk, willing to argue back, but pulled back.

"You know, Macy, Cedric does bring up a good point. One of this game's main functions is being able to work with everyone else." Malcolm said.

"But when has he ever cared about me?" Macy demanded.

"Macy, Macy, calm down." Cedric said in an attempt to appease the dark girl.

"No! It's not my fault that I am! Look at you! You don't give a shit about others! I like to keep my hair dry and nobody can change my mind!"

"But on a similar level, you fail to consider the interests of others! The majority wins!"

As the two continued to argue, they started to approach each other. Their strides were fueled by their hatred as orange light reflected onto them and the heat was rising.

Rickie rose from his seat and got in between the two.

"Please stop! You're both making us uneasy as you speak. Besides, you wouldn't want to look like savages on national television." he mediated.

Macy and Cedric paused before making their way back to their seats. The crimes they used to maintain their aggression still roared as its waves crashed the sandy beach.

The contestants awaited Malcolm's next question, however he instead directed the tribe.

"It's now time to vote. What you're going to do is walk to the voting booth, write down the name of the person you're going to vote, and state your reason into the camera. Rickie, you'll be voting first."

The tribe leader complied and made the long journey along the walkway that led to the booth. The other contestants watched the distant figure as he inscribed a name that was unknown.

The rest of the tribe went up and followed the appropriate procedure. Tension filled as each vote accumulated.

After the final person voted and returned to their seat, Malcolm made a trek to the voting booth. After a short time, he returned with the wooden ballot box with all the votes in it and placed it on a podium.

"Once the votes have been read, the decision is final. Person voted out will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately."

Malcolm then removed the lid and took out the first piece of parchment.

"First vote, Macy."

The dark girl turned to Cedric with an annoyed expression.

"Cedric."

Cedric returned Macy's expression with a similar one.

"Anders."

The pale brunette opened his eyes in surprise.

"Anders. That's two votes Anders, one vote each for Cedric and Macy."

The host then removed the next piece of paper.

"Anders; that's three."

Anders started to become nervous.

"Cedric. That's three votes Anders, two votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Cedric. We're tied; three votes Anders, three votes Cedric."

Malcolm placed his hand into the box and took out another vote.

"Anders. Four votes Anders, three votes Cedric, one vote Macy."

"Anders. That's five."

The brunette was shaking as his frail figure could barely keep up.

Malcolm unfolded yet another vote.

"First person voted out of Total Drama Survivor..."

The host then turned the paper to reveal a name.

"Anders. Six votes, that's enough. You need to bring me your torch."

Barely able to move, Anders slowly and shakily made his way up with his torch. He looked at his tribe mates, too shocked to know why they voted him off. He stopped when he was near Malcolm.

"Anders, your tribe has spoken."

The host then grasped a cup-like instrument and placed it over Anders' flame. When it rose again, only smoke remained.

"It's time for you to go."

Anders nodded his head and exited the area.

"Well for a first vote...this certainly has been surprising. This only shows you that you must always be careful in this game and never make assumptions. Grab your torches, head back to camp."

The remaining members got up simultaneously and departed down the stone steps that they entered.


The room was dark. It was daytime, however the blinds were shut all the way. The estate it was on was most definitely large and it was all owned by one proprietor. This room in particular didn't have all that fame. It had a soft carpet that had crumbs ingrained into it, along with wrappers, bags, bottles, and cans spread out throughout it. In the middle of the room was a chair that was of a similar condition. The only other light it received was that from a bright television screen set on some random channel. In that chair was a man with messy black hair and looked as if he had slept forever.

The man finally awoke from his slumber. His eyes opened wearily as he took in that bright light. He took another look around and saw he was surrounded by scraps. It took a few minutes, but the man finally realized where he was. He rose frantically trying to see if it was just a dream, however he soon realized it wasn't. In his discovery, he screamed loudly.


Anders: What did I do to deserve this? I did as Cedric said; I voted for Rickie. Why didn't Malcolm read that vote?!


Cedric- Macy

Macy- Cedric

Lola- Anders

Riley- Anders

Melika- Anders

Mystery- Anders

Anders- Rickie

Jordan- Cedric

Rickie- Cedric

Benny- Anders

Ed- Anders

Episode Four: Why Should I Trust You?

Night Two

The Flying Monkeys returned to their camp and rested their torches against the outside wall of the shelter. Some did this in relief; happy to know that they are guaranteed another night in the game. However, others were thinking about their fallen tribe member.

Benny walked slowly into the shelter and lied down; his mind lost in an abyss.

He knew the vote count; only one voted for Rickie. Who it was, he didn't know. This was the first time the tribe had ever seen each other's handwriting, and nobody could figure out the author of any of them other than their own. Benny wanted to believe that Cedric was the one who made that vote, however his fueled fight with Macy made the truth a blur. No matter the circumstance, it wouldn't matter; it was only one vote.

But Cedric's cruelty didn't end there. There was still the matter of the others. The fact that Cedric deceived him and Ed into thinking they would be the deciding votes made his distrust toward the man with the mohawk even stronger.

It was now certainly clear to the spiked-haired man that Cedric must be the next to go. To him, this truth is manifest to the rest of the Flying Monkeys and must be executed as soon as possible.

Benny wanted to go to sleep, however he heard a voice.

"Come on, Benny."

The spiked-haired man looked up and saw Jordan.

"Why?" he asked.

"We're all going to sit around the fire." the blonde answered.

"Right now?! I'm so tired.." he said.

"Don't worry. We were all affected by this Tribal Council in one way or another. That's exactly why I want one." Jordan said.

Benny was a person who could be condemned to his emotions, but also by kind words.

The spiked-haired man found his way up and found his fellow tribe mates, sitting around the fire. He found a seat next to Ed, who was as solid as a rock.

Jordan went over to his bag and took out a long wooden pipe. This pipe had various textures and fabrics upon it. It was truly an elegant design.

The blonde brought the pipe over and took a seat around the fire.

"What is that thing?" Macy asked.

"This is a Ceremonial Peace Pipe. I brought it as my Luxury Item."

Each contestant was allowed to bring one Luxury Item that they could use around camp. Although others took advantage of this opportunity, Jordan was among the first on this tribe to showcase it.

"Well that sounds pretty Native American to me." Riley commented.

"Yes, I am Native American." the blonde said.

Some were utterly surprised by this revealed. They were mainly thrown off by his hair and accent. However, the main physical indication is the man's tanned skin, which the tribe finally started to make the association with.

"What tribe are you from?" Rickie asked.

"Cherokee."

"Well you don't look very Indian to me?" Cedric added.

"That's because I'm only part Native American. I'm also Scottish, which should explained the diverse look." Jordan answered.

"I think it's pretty cool." Melika complimented.

"Why thank you. Anyway, I brought this thing out to raise hopes. I know that Tribal Council was rough, but we can all relax now with a little puff."

The blonde then proceeded with an inaugural exhale into the tube, sending mystical smoke toward the stars. He then placed it down and offered it to everyone else.

Rickie accepted this offer and took a smoke. He wheezed a bit, however he was glad to have had done it. The dark man then offered the pipe to the rest of the tribe.

"No way! I'm not letting my mint condition lungs be damaged by that joint!" Macy sneered.

"It's not about smoking, it's about friendship. Nobody's forcing you to smoke this pipe." Jordan explained.

Everyone took that word, and refused to take up the blonde's offer.

Jordan then placed down the pipe.

"What will I do when you are gone?

Who's gonna tell me the truth?

Who's gonna finish the stories I start,

The way you always do?"

Rickie had noticed Jordan, who had begun to sing in a soothing tone.

"I know that song!" he noted.

"Feel free to join along, then." the blonde added.

When somebody knocks at the door,

Someone new walks in.

I will smile and shake their hands,

but you can't make old friends." the two sang in unison.

"Come on everybody!" Rickie cheered.

As the following verse was being performed, the four allied girls join with them.

"You can't make old friends

Can't make old friends

It was you and me, since way back when.

But you can't make old friends."

Benny wished that he could join in, however he had never heard of this song. Macy and Cedric weren't in the mood to sing. Ed remained his normal self.

"How will I sing when you are gone?

Cause it won’t sound the same." Rickie sang solely as Jordan provided accompaniment with his hands.

"Who will join in on those harmony parts,

When I call your name?" Jordan relayed. The other singers joined in for the chorus.

"You can't make old friends

Can't make old friends

It was you and me, since way back when.

But you can't make old friends.

When Saint Peter opens the gate,

And you come walking in.

I will be there just waiting for you.

Cause you can't make old friends

Cause you can't make old friends.

When I am out on the stage all alone

And I hear the music begin.

We all know the show must go on.

But you can't make old friends.

You can't make old friends.

Can't make old friends

And you and me, will be young again.

You can't make old friends.

You and me, will be together again.

Cause we both know, we will still be old friends.

You can't make old friends

Not the way we have always been."

The six singers cheered as they finished their song. The experience sure was fun for them, but not too moving for the isolated. Jordan didn't mind, knowing that they probably had no interest. None the less, the blonde hoped that morality would return to him and his fellow tribe mates. Before heading to bed that night, he looked up at the stars that had just witnessed their performance.


Day Three

Life around camp was boring. The idea of winning a million dollars by just sitting around a beach for thirty-nine days sounded easy, but there were many obvious challenges that came along with it. The major one that people fail to see until they arrive is boredom.

This fact came down especially hard for Skylar, who was used to a fast paced life. Everywhere she went was faced with excitement, sound, and action. To her, nowhere else in the world could she be in a place that skewed farther from those parameters.

To try to pass the time, she thought of ways to pass the time; things she could recreate with such limited resources. Sadly, without the aid of an outlet or a signal, she couldn't do much. But she couldn't think very hard while lying in the shelter with the rest of her tribe, so she got up and sat in the sand.

The redhead then thought of the very basics. With the new mindset, she had an idea.

Getting off the beach, she grabbed a machete and headed into the forest. She found a smooth tree and cut a slab of its bark off. Skylar then returned and found a total of twenty-four small and similar rocks. But it was the next step that left her stuck.

Though she knew it was helpless, she rummaged through her bag in the hopes of finding a writing instrument. She would've brought a game of Twister as her luxury item, however the producers wouldn't allow it. She instead brought a frisbee, however she knew from years of experience that it wouldn't be enough to have just one form of recreation. 

She then saw the other bags; some were resting against the sandy shelter wall and others were hanging atop one of the wooden poles.

Skylar thought to herself if it were right to search through the others' bags, granted it was their property. The redhead considered refraining from the invasion and just heading back to bed. However her wild spirit told her that her idea would entertain the entire tribe. Besides, even if she didn't find anything, then nobody would have to know.

The redhead started to grab a bag, when she stopped again.

"What if someone wakes up?" a voice in her head argued.

That was a good point. The girl looked out at the partly cloudy sky where the sun had already ascended into day. The termination of sleep, even from just one one other person, was inevitable at this point. Skylar was bound to be untrustworthy and voted out. The girl couldn't bear to let that happen.

The redhead dropped the bag and returned to the shelter; but just as a blonde was awakening.

"What are you doing?" a child-like voice uttered.

"Nothing." Skylar answered.

The redhead didn't hear another sound for a few more minutes, when more people started to wake up. Obviously, since they weren't there, they didn't question her.


As the tribe awakened, Simon made his way over to the rice bag and started to distribute the Jumping Seagulls' rations. Cooper made his way over to Alexis and whispered something nearly inaudible by the others.

"Meet me after we get our rations."

The little blonde complied and found her seat on the sand where Cooper was waiting.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"We're talking about eliminations." the male blonde affirmed.

Alexis' blue eyes widened.

"Now?! We aren't even up for voting yet!" she gasped.

"I know, but an alliance needs to have a plan for when it happens."

The little girl was unconvinced.

"Who said we were ever gonna lose?!"

Alexis' attitude didn't surprise Cooper, given that she was young.

"Well what are the chances that we're going to win every challenge?" Cooper said.

"As long as I'm in this game, I won't have to go to any stupid voting thing!" Alexis yelled.

Cooper quieted her before continuing.

"Okay, let's take out the whole losing thing. If you could get rid of anybody on this tribe, who would it be?" the male blonde asked.

Alexis thought about the question, taking into consideration all of the tribe members faults.

"Angel." she merely answered.

"Why's that?" he asked, trying to assume the appearance of a decent "parent" figure.

Her true reasoning would sound far too complex for a six-year-old to comprehend. An idiot with her knowledge would've responded somewhere along these guidelines:

"She's far too weak to help us in the challenge. In addition, she's with Simon, the butler. She could be getting better treatment than us."

With that second tidbit, Cooper would've bound to notice her break from character. With her great improvisation, though, she pulled through a proper response.

"Did you see her in the challenge yesterday? She couldn't do anything!"

"Well it is true that she didn't do great at that first one, but how do we if she's good at puzzles? She could be a decent asset in those."

The little girl had thought that he would bring up Angel's "relationship" with Simon, but he had completely ignored it. This clinched her belief of superiority in this alliance. Cooper truly was dumber than she thought.


Sitting alone in the water was a certain brunette. Her hair came all the way back to float along the sea's surface despite the girl sitting upright. But she wasn't in the water to escape the heat. Although originally intended, that necessity had died down. Besides, the partly cloudy sky had robbed the water of its bright, sparkling surface. Instead, the girl's blue-gray eyes were focused on a certain on a certain man who was lying down in the shelter. The man shared her eyes, but that wasn't the girl's motivation. She wanted to talk to him more than anything, however she had a thought that it would be a temerarious battle that would cost her her reputation.

Her eyes then glanced over to another man with moderately long black hair. This man's eyes were a brighter shade of blue- a clear sky. Knowing this man's loyalty to the tribe, the brunette felt as if she could seek help from him.

Getting up, she made her way over to the man. Up close, she could see clearly the man's face. Although he looks good, the brunette reckoned that he wouldn't be interested in forming a relationship.

"Excuse me, sir." she made out.

The man suddenly jumped up.

"Miss Aubrey. How may I assist you today?" the man asked eccentrically.

Aubrey shuddered for a moment; nearly regretting ever initiating this plan. But she made out her words.

"Um...I need your help...to start a relationship." the brunette said.

Simon seemed on board.

"Well I'm not too great with romance, but I can try to help you."

Aubrey followed through and listened anyway.

"The first thing you should do is figure out why you like this man." Simon explained.

It wasn't terribly hard for the brunette to find an answer to this.

"He's very cute both appearance and personality wise, he's also very nice and seems like a fun guy." Aubrey answered.

The loyal servant listened intently.

"Okay, now what do you two have in common?"

The brunette thought about this. The more she thought about it, she hasn't spent a lot of time with her love.

"...I don't know..."

"Well, try spending time with him and learn about him." the servant said.

Aubrey took that in, and he thanked Simon.

"Thank you. I'll try my best!"

"I know you will, Miss Aubrey."


In the midst of seeing her only true companion in the game hanging out with another girl, Angel felt it was time for herself to start making other friends. This action has been contemplated ever since yesterday when she started to analyze her fellow tribe mates in group meetings and the challenge. Considering her outburst from the other day, the blonde still had a feeling of doubt that anyone on her tribe would want to stay true to her.

She looked around her tribe to see who could have potential. She wasn't interested in Cooper due to his somewhat perverted nature. And the fact that he had been spending a lot of time with Alexis would signify an alliance. To her, the only way to get to the smaller blonde would be the get past Cooper, which she had no interest in.

Other than that, Angel's interests seemed to be rather diverse. She would accept nearly anyone that she felt she could connect with. However she felt that besides Simon, Benjamin seemed to be the most compatible. That man's geek-like nature got to her.

"He could make a great boyfriend." she thought.

The blonde made her way over to Benjamin and gave him a proper greeting. The redhead seemed happy by her presence.

"Oh hi Angel. What brings you here?"

"Nothing much. Just thought I'd pass the time with you." she answered.

That seemed like a good enough reason for him.

"How wonderful! Johnny, Skylar, and I thought we'd just chill out and talk about life. Want to join us?" the redhead asked exuberantly.

Angel accepted the man's offer and gladly took a seat around the bonfire.

"So who would like to go first?" Benjamin asked.

The redhead quickly volunteered.

"Me! So...um...I went to my first party back when I was seven. I really liked it and I chose to party some more...and now I party all the time." Skylar said off the top of her head.

Benjamin didn't mind.

"Not bad."

Johnny then decided to go next.

"Growing up, I lived in San Diego. I've always been an enthusiast for film and television. I also have a penchant for acting."

"What are your favorite movies?" Benjamin asked.

"I appreciate quite a bit of filmmakers; Tarantino, Kubrick, Nolan. But in all honesty, film isn't quite my favorite medium. That would have to be anime and manga."

"Cartoons and comics? How childish." Skylar whispered to herself.

Sadly, the brunette heard her.

"Childish?! As sensitive as American programming, anime and manga are rich art forms! They can test your mind, push you to your emotional limits, and truly satisfy-"

"Can we please not start a war! Think of what the viewers are watching!" Benjamin intervened.

Johnny sighed.

"Sorry. I just get angry when people make stupid comments like that."

"It's alright. We all have our pet peeves." Skylar said.

"What's yours?"

"People who try to boss others."

"You mean people who disagree with you?"

"No, just girls at school who do nothing but brag and spit in everyone's eye, and they would have girls who stick by their side even though you know they're not even going to know who they are after high school. Those people just drive me insane."

"I can see where you're coming from." Benjamin commented.

"Yeah, so who would like to go next?" Skylar asked.

"Alright, then." the male redhead said.

"Basically, my entire life was centered around my five older sisters. Sure I had parents, but they were always working. I love them and all, but I can safely safe that the sisters took over."

"What did they do to you?" Skylar asked.

"Girl stuff, really. We spent our days watching American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, Dancing With The Stars, and America's Got Talent. But then later we started watching The Voice as well. And we also did other things like reading magazines and talking about fashion. It's just great!"

Benjamin then turned to Angel, who hasn't said a single word in the entire discussion.

"Hey, Angel. What's life like for you?" he asked.

The truth was that the blonde was interested in listening to everyone else, but couldn't quite secure her place in the conversation. It really is fascinating to learn about the life of another, but telling one's own story is dragging.

"The truth is, my life...isn't very strange like your's...It's sad, really..., because I really wish I had a lot to say." she said slowly and unsure.

"Well then, don't be afraid. Tell us what life is like for Angel." Benjamin encouraged.

"Well...um...I have a brother...younger...and he's kind of annoying...there's also my parents. You know I have a normal old father and my mother...she's great...I love her very much"

The blonde thought for a moment. She looked up at the others; wondering if she looks suspicious.

"And that's really it. Nothing too special." she finished.

Benjamin noticed that she had said her statement somewhat awkwardly, but he dismissed for the tone of this discussion.

"Well I think that's wonderful!"

And thus the discussion continued about other things. That was until a certain brunette decided to find her seat next to Benjamin.

"Oh hi Benjamin...I see that you have your whole pack with you."

"Why yes, Aubrey, we were all just talking. Do you want to join us?"

The girl looked around the group, who was staring at her.

"Um...I think I better talk to you later. I don't think these sloths could stay awake for this one-on-one."

The others started to grow confused the girl's excessive use of metaphors.

"Okay..."

"Why great!"

The brunette then grabbed the male redhead by his arm. Everyone else looked at each other.


Aubrey dragged Benjamin through the woods. She wanted to be certain that no one could hear her.

"What's going on?" the redhead asked trying to be eccentric.

"Um...I can't believe that a pup like me is meeting the alpha dog! So..."

The brunette started scratching the back of her head.

"It's crazy...you know...when messages have to be delivered. It's like a worker bee reporting this to the queen."

"Well...what is it?" the redhead asked.

"It's just..."

Aubrey had suddenly realized that she didn't think things through.

"...Never mind." she sighed.

Benjamin looked at her funny before walking away.


Confessional

Aubrey: I was right there! I imagined everything being some enchanted moment! But...I just cracked! My mind was at a blank and I felt deadlocked! Now he's going to see me as this weird girl! God damn it!


The board and pebbles remained on the ground, sand partly coating them. A certain male brunette had discovered it, just lying there. He picked it up and shook the sand off it. He then examined the wood along with the many tiny rocks and came up with an idea.

The man looked out and saw a certain girl whom he had a discussion with. The girl had curly, red hair.

"Hey Skylar!"

The girl then turned to the brunette, who was holding the board and the rocks.

"Yeah" she said nervously.

"Want to play checkers?"

Skylar suddenly looked relieved and started to make her way over.

"The only question is how do we signify pieces and lines." he said.

"Well do you have any paint?"

"No. I brought manga as my luxury item."

Skylar then looked at all the bags on the side of the wall.

"I know what you're thinking." the man surprised her.

She practically jumped.

"I wasn't going to-"

"It's okay! It's okay!"

The redhead then turned to a certain man, sleeping under a tree. His bag was by his side. She thought about it before sighing.

"Look over there." she said, pointing at the ominous man.

The brunette gazed his eyes in Skylar's direction. He was surprised.

"Huh...never met him."

"I don't think anyone has. So clearly taking from him couldn't possibly affect us."

Johnny thought about it.

"Well...if it gets the rocks painted."

Skylar sighed.

"Alright."

The redhead knew what she was doing wasn't right. No matter who it was, stealing was terrible and could signify a label for the felon who commits it. But at the same time, she felt that if this man did have anything art related that it would be for the greater good. It would seem like a great way to pass the time for everyone. And maybe, just maybe he will come out and join them. Skylar was by no means a meddler in one's beliefs, but sometimes she just feels opt to make things proper.

And thus she rose from the sand. Johnny also got up as well, but the redhead stopped him.

"No. I don't want you to be eliminated."

"What are you talking about?"

"Who knows? That guy might wake up while his bag is being searched and we will both be thieves."

"But didn't you say no one knew him."

Skylar froze. She looked at the male brunette and then back at the distant one.

"I do."

"What?"

"I've talked to him a couple of times."

"Are you friends?"

Once again, Skylar was in position of confusion. She briefed over the times she had interacted with him.

"Just...leave...I'll get around..."

"We're still kind of warming up to each other."

"So then...why don't you just ask him for it?"

"Won't that...seem weird?"

"Then just take it! If he's sleeping, he'll never know!"

The redhead drew in a deep breath and then exhaled softly.

"Okay."

Skylar started to make his way over to the tree. As she walked, she keeps bringing up her ideology; that he will come over.

But it was then that she thought of what everyone else would think. Of course, somebody had to have seen her next to the spiked-haired man before and assume that they're friends. But this was also an environment where one can never be sure. What could be a friendly conversation would be just code for "he's got to go".

"What if Johnny uses this as leverage to get me out?" the redhead thought.

Skylar believed that was nonsense, or at least, she wanted to.

The girl was now within five feet of the spiked-haired man.

His head was propped against a tree. It was unsupported against the rough bark. His dark hair was far straighter in the back than in the front. His skinny stature was rather loose and open. The man looked so peaceful, yet so vulnerable.

Skylar suddenly felt horrible for herself; to steal from such a innocent being. She had wanted to abort the mission, but at the same time couldn't return to Johnny empty-handed. And not just that, but her own structure of beliefs, which centered around having a good time, would be contradicted. And the redhead did have the hope of this man coming over.

With that, she reached down and saw the man's black bag, which was against a nearby tree. Luckily, all the bags the contestants received were provided specifically by the producers. And these bags just so happened to open by just unbuckling a hatch. It was quick and easy for Skylar to get the bag open without even the slightest sound.

Inside was a rather similar layout to the girl's own bag; a change of clothes and a luxury item. Skylar rummaged through the bag before bringing out a small plastic bottle. The exterior was yellow and had a white cap. Along its surface was black text that read "Yellow".

The redhead opened the cap and gently squeezed the bottle. A small dab of yellow substance appeared on her finger.

"Yes." she said to herself.

Looking around again, the girl closed the bag and started to get back up. It was then that she noticed something on the man that she didn't before. On his right wrist rested a bracelet. It was composed of black string and had various pieces that made it up. They were all white.

Not willing to risk awaking him, Skylar silently, but diligently left the scene; hoping to have left zero traces.

The redhead approached a patient Johnny, who was pleased to see the yellow bottle in her hand.

"Alright. Just take some rocks and color them."

Skylar followed his "orders" and took half of the rocks.

"Would he be upset?" she asked herself.

"He can't be! This is for the better. Remember?"

This argument convinced the redhead to continue.

Before she knew it, she had finished the duty, but had paint smeared across her finger. She didn't mind, though.

"Alright, which color do you want?"

"Black." she sighed.

Skylar proceeded to take the unpainted rocks and place them on her end of the board. Johnny took his and organized his accordingly.

"You may move first." Johnny offered.

Trying to resume to her normal attitude, the redhead accepted the offer and moved one of her pieces across the board.

"So you know that guy who you took the paint from." he said, recalling what Skylar had told him no more than five minutes ago.

"Like I said, I don't even know his name."

"You've spoken to him a couple of times, but you don't know his name?" he asked confusedly.

"Well I can't say our interactions are that extensive. He's kind of shy, so that's why he won't fess up and say it."

"Then why do you hang out with him?"

"Because I want him to get out there."

The brunette took a yellow rock and made his move.

"Well don't you think he's kind of doomed at this point. After all, it's already day three. There are alliances and bonds among us."

"Think of it this way: three is only one thirteenth of thirty-nine. He's still got twelve thirteenths left."

Johnny wasn't convinced by the redhead's defense.

"You're pretty confident that he'll make it that far."

"Look, if nobody knows who he is, then no one can vote him out. He's under the radar."

"Except for us."

Both of them exchanged turns, each putting a new piece into play.

"If someone who's on the chopping block found out about this person, then they could just use him as a scapegoat."

"Scapegoat?"

"Well, maybe not a scapegoat, but definitely a way out."

"But that's stupid! If someone is clearly a threat, then it's a threat to get out as soon as possible!"

Skylar had already made her move at this point. The brunette remained silent as he moved yet another piece; this one aimed directly for one of Skylar's pieces.

"What if he's seen as a threat?"

"What? You mean like he's planning something?"

"Yes. Nobody likes to tell outsiders about their plans. It entirely messes up their plan. My bet is that he's coming after you."

"But where would he have the numbers?"

"Who knows? Maybe he has a secret alliance of his own and is plotting something big."

Skylar had placed her piece in a bad position, allowing Johnny to expunge it.

"Have you ever read Death Note?" the brunette asked.

"No."

"Well in it, there's this detective named L. He has to be the greatest in the world. And he solved the most difficult cases in the world; posing an absolute danger to any criminal who comes to his attention. But he's incredibly secretive; going to great measures to make sure that nobody ever finds out who he is. And when I mean great, I mean great!"

After the redhead made her move, Johnny was able to knock out another piece.

"But he doesn't look like someone who's trying to plot something."

Or at least, that's what Skylar thought. And thus she moved one more piece.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he's just a little nervous. But listen, try to be a bit more attentive. Try not to trust someone too much. Because otherwise, you'll find yourself dead."

Johnny then rose and offered his hand.

"Good game." he said.

Skylar looked down and saw that Johnny had successfully moved a yellow rock to her end of the board.

"Okay, then." she said, taking his hand.


Far off, under a tree, a man rested. But it was now that his mind chose to return to the game.

He opened his blue eyes and raised his head.

It took him a moment to realize where he was and he looked to the right, where he saw a redhead and a brunette sitting on opposite sides of a board, talking.

The man raised a smile for some reason as he saw them having fun. He wanted to join them.

"Look at them, they're having a blast! Go over to them!"

It was true, and the idea excited him.

He started to get up and make his way, but then a burn struck him.

Said feeling resisted the motion and instilled him with fear.

"They don't want you. They're fine just the way they are."

"But look how they play."

The man tried to brush off the negative feeling and took a step closer to them. But the sensation only grew stronger. 

Not willing to endure more of it, the man got back down on the tree and sat as he usually did.


Soon after Skylar had left the game, one of her friends came up to her. The dark girl smiled as she approached her.

"Hi there."

"Oh hi Natasha. How are you doing?" the redhead asked kindly.

"Great!"

Skylar then remembered her checkers game.

"So listen, I made a game of checkers. Do you want to play?"

"Sure." the dark girl answered.

Natasha started to follow her when another girl approached.

"Meet me in the woods right now." the voice whispered.

Natasha turned to see Monica. For the first time, the dark girl could see Monica's pretty emerald eyes; much purer than Skylar's, who had tints of hazel in them.

"Certainly." she answered.

And thus, Natasha turned the other direction towards the trees, which were lush and full of life.

This action was noticed by the other redhead, who saw the dark girl walking in the other direction with Monica.

"Should I trust her? After abandoning me yet again." she asked herself.


Natasha leaned back against a tree to relax while Monica was more comfortable standing straight.

"What did I tell you yesterday?" Monica asked angrily.

"About what?"

"Skylar! She's your enemy! Remember?!"

The memory of their conversation from the previous day suddenly hit the dark girl's mind.

"Oh, yeah. But she doesn't-"

"I know she doesn't look evil! But don't you see?! She's playing you!"

"But... why?"

"The same reason everyone else is! To win!"

Natasha thought about this for a minute.

"But wouldn't that mean that you're trying to get me out too?"

The redhead slapped her face with her hand.

"No. Because I like you and I want you in the finals with me. Skylar on the other hand does not."

"So what are we going to do to eliminate Skylar?" Natasha asked.

For a person who normally had words come to her, Monica was at a loss. She leaned back against the tree, trying to think of possible options.

"I don't know. But I will figure it out. Just give me some time, okay?"

"Alright." Natasha said before walking back to camp.


Confessional

Monica: I know that I should use this girl for the sake of numbers because she is the dumbest. But by God, she can be really hard to work with!


Natasha stepped foot once again onto the sand and took a look at Skylar, who was kindly playing checkers with Benjamin.

She knew she was ordered to not like this girl in the least bit, but yet she couldn't abide. Not due to natural forgetfulness but by a yearning. The dark girl couldn't exactly explain it. But the way this redhead speaks, the way she looks, and by the way she acts just fills her with a sense of enchantment. Not just tender sweetness as any other would feel, but something that struck her; something that's- at least by a conservative's view- unnatural.

If only she could be brave enough to share it.


Today was just another morning for some people. Even after cheating fate and people's minds. But some people just never learn and have fun.

This was definitely true for Cedric, who felt as if he hadn't had his full share of enjoyment.

The dark man looked into the shelter, where another dark girl was still sleeping. But everyone else was awake at that point, which to him meant laziness and also an opportunity.

One of the other things that the Flying Monkeys have won during the initial reward challenge was a bucket; supposedly to be used for boiling water. And at this moment, it was being used to filter out the tribe's morning ration.

Cedric made his way over to the fire pit, lifted the stick that was holding the bucket, and removed the container.

"What are you going to do with that?" a voice said.

The dark man turned to see Rickie, who was worried.

"You're not going to-"

"Nonsense!" Cedric answered.

He then started to walk back to the shelter.

"Please don't! This is not the time to be-"

"Can you relax?!" Cedric yelled.

Unfortunately, for Rickie, the other man was already in front of the shelter.

"No! Don't do it!"

But it was too late. Cedric had splashed the hot water over the sleeping girl. He was definitely lucky that the water hadn't reached boiling point yet.

The girl let out a scream as she awoke in agony.

The dark man couldn't help laughing after his little stunt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Macy yelled.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"I'll kill you!"

"Okay. Okay. Cedric, don't you have other business to attend to." Rickie said.

"Well with all that done. I think I'll take a walk."

The dark man then left the scene, leaving Rickie and Macy alone.

"He has got to go! Now!"

"Now hold on, Macy. I'm sure some fine tuning will-"

"No it won't! He'll just continue this shit for as long as he wants! He doesn't care!"

"Now everyone has good inside them. If you just give him some time, then-"

"I bet even you want him gone!"

"No I don't. I care about each and every-"

"You have to vote for somebody!"

"I'll have you know that all those decisions are extremely difficult to make."

Macy snickered.

"Whatever."

The dark girl then went back into the shelter to get some beauty sleep.

Rickie sighed.

One of his friends then approached him.

"Must be rough." Jordan said.

"I know." Rickie whispered.

The two then started to walk away from Macy, who could still hear them. The dark man then continued.

"I really don't get it, Jordan. Cedric just keeps on making her life miserable, no matter how much she tells him otherwise. I know there's another side to this, but to be honest, I'm starting to get scared."

"I see what you mean. It's like he has no empathy for anyone."

"And at this point, I'm starting to wish that he would just disappear...voted off, I mean."

"I'm definitely with you on that one, Rickie."

"Luckily, with you and Macy, we have three votes already. Now the question is where do we get the other three?"

"I'm not sure."


"This meeting of the Girl's Alliance will now come to order." Mystery decreed.

Lola, Melika, and Riley sat in the sand and took in their leader's role-playing.

"So what should we talk about on this fine morning?" the leader asked.

"Well...who we should vote out next, of course." Riley said.

"Well that's obvious, Cedric." Melika responded.

"Agreed." Lola answered.

The girls' unanimous decision didn't quite convince Mystery, though.

"Well hold on. Now I also believe we should eliminate Cedric, but we should at least consider possible outcomes."

"Okay...um, Macy won't be screaming anymore." Riley said.

"That's true, Riley. But I'm talking about long-term. What could happen by say...Day 20 if we do this?"

"I think Macy will also be gone by then." Melika said.

"Maybe. But we shouldn't be quick to assume that we will become the majority on this tribe. We still need to eliminate three more outsiders." Mystery said.

"Cedric will probably be the easiest to vote out because I think safely say that he's the annoyance of everyone." Lola added.

The other two girls concurred with this statement.

As Mystery wanted to believe this, though, she remained skeptical.

"Now Lola, it isn't safe to assume."

"Well alright then. Cedric will likely be easy to get out." Lola corrected.

Riley started to grow suspicious of Mystery's proclamations. She was beginning to feel like this alliance's own leader wasn't entirely loyal.

"Wait a minute!" the rainbow-haired girl jumped in.

"What is it?" Mystery asked.

"Why are you suddenly acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"It kind of sounds like you're disrespecting us!"

"In what way?"

Mystery appeared curious to know.

"Look at yourself? You're constantly disagreeing with what we're; like we don't know how to play the game!"

"Well Riley, this is Survivor, one of the hardest games in the world. You can never be certain about anything! Just when you think you're all nice and secure, bam! You're now sitting at home, watching yourself on TV, and asking 'Why didn't I see that coming?' You need to consider every option! There's a chance that there's someone right now contemplating your own demise."

The rainbow-haired girl thought about what her own leader had just said.

"Well how do I know that it's not you?" she responded.

"Because I'm in an alliance with you. And if I turned on you like that, now I would be on the chopping block. And Lola and Melika would want my head on a pike! Do you understand?"

Riley nodded her head.

"Good. So, I think we should start off by splitting up and talking to the other tribe mates. Not right now, but probably soon because everyone else is probably seeing us having this meeting as we speak. We should just pass it off as some girly discussion and then, approach 'em! Riley, you should probably talk to Benny and that guy he hangs out with. They seem to be tight and we will be bound to get two more votes on the spot. Lola, you can talk to Jordan and Melika, Rickie. I'll take on Macy."

"Alright. I can live with that." Melika said.

"As can I." Lola added.

"And what about you, Riley." Mystery asked.

Although she still had her doubts, she decided to go with the alliance.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Next order of business, who do we vote out next?" Mystery asked.

"Well one of the biggest threats in the game right now is Rickie and Jordan, two very smart people. They'll take over as long as they're together." Melika said.

"Then why don't we do that now?" Riley asked.

Melika looked at her funny, as if she had just said something stupid.

"Because we don't have the numbers. No one else is going to want to get rid of them at this point. And even if we tried, then the outsiders will still have the numbers to cripple us."

"She's right, Riley. It's a risk that we can't afford to make at this time. Once we get a majority, then we can pick off whoever we want." Mystery added.

"But that's only assuming that we continue to lose Immunity Challenges. So I say let's throw them and influence people to vote our way. Kind of like what Scott did in Revenge of the Island." Lola said.

Melika raised her arm and pinched her nose.

"It wouldn't work." she answered.

"What do you mean?"

"That season of Total Drama was scripted."

"I don't think it was." Mystery added.

"I know it wasn't! But when you think about it, it looked like it operated on a poorly written script. Scott could have been caught a million times the way he did things, but everyone acted like idiots and did what the script told them too. But this isn't a work of fiction, this is real life. People are smarter than the characters that were crafted in that reality show equivalent of a blockbuster sell out! As you said Mystery, this is Survivor! People on this show don't just fall under a "false sense of security". These people think things through and can draw suspicion from even the smallest clue. We would all be in trouble!"

Mystery took a moment to absorb Melika's finding.

"That is a good point." she responded.

"Besides, the mere will have to come someday and we will be back at the bottom."

"Alright, so we'll vote Cedric out then." Lola said.

"Exactly!" Melika answered.

"Yeah, I don't think I can give anything less than a hundred percent at challenges." Riley commented.


A tall man decided to head out to get the daily Tree Mail. Although he had originally intended to go alone, he was accompanied by Benny.

"So how are you doing?" the spiked-haired man asked.

The taller man ignored and continued to walk until he reached the wooden container.

"Ed, are you going to answer or what?"

Ed continued to ignore him as he grabbed the piece of parchment that Tree Mail held.

"Oh, I see. What challenge are we having today?" the spiked-haired said as he snatched the paper.

"Many parts you must pull together

and there are many dead ends.

But if you are able to crack the code

then the water will be your friend."

"Huh. Looks like we'll be solving some sort of puzzle."

The taller man acted as if he didn't even hear him and started to walk back to camp.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

Again, the other man gave out no answer.

"Why doesn't he want to speak to me?" he asked himself.

It seemed like he had done something wrong, but the spiked-haired man was sure that he hadn't offended him in any way.

"Did he not hear me?"

As absurd and unlikely it sounds, the spiked-haired man wanted to believe it.

"That's right. Benny Watson; the invisible man! And his only Ryan is a mountain of firewood back at camp. How did it get here? It just did!"

But Benny was not crazy nor depressed. He does have a good spirit and will to live, similar to that of many others. But the mystery of this man's previously open nature is unsolved. Maybe later or maybe never. And all the spike-haired man would want is to have his "friend" go back to normal.


Day Three, Reward Challenge

The setting was relatively different from the physical competition that yesterday brought. Instead of having structures in the water, two smaller ones were set up along the beach. They were two long tables with walls up along each of them. On the front end was a giant bag tied to a small rack. Beside Malcolm was his own personal table with a tarp covered over it.

"Come in, guys!" Malcolm said.

Almost on cue, the two tribes entered in from two paths on opposite sides. They rested their banners on their side.

"Are you ready to get to today's reward challenge?"

The two tribes nodded as they yearned to listen to their host.

"Okay, today's challenge is going to focus on the mental aspect of this game. What you're going to do is select one person from each tribe who's going to come up here to solve a puzzle."

The contestants were surprised by the simplicity of the challenge.

"That's it?" Macy asked.

"Yes. Your representative is going to untie the bag of puzzle pieces and use them to solve it. Once your representative thinks they have solved, I will go check it. First tribe to accurately solve the puzzle will win reward. Do you want to know what you're playing for?"

The tribes nodded, and Malcolm removed the tarp off the nearby table, exposing the contents. Along the table's surface was a metal lobster net, a fishing pole, a spear, a fishing net, a pair of swimming goggles, and a snorkel.

"You will be playing for fishing supplies. The waters surrounding this island has some belly-filling fish that will really help you out. Also, a canoe will be sent to your camp that will be awaiting your return. Worth playing for?"

The two tribes nodded.

"Okay, you have one minute to choose your representative."

The Flying Monkeys immediately began discussion.

"So who's good at puzzles?" Rickie asked.

"You know, I'm pretty good at puzzles. I get straight A's at school, plus I like to take one for the team."

"Well, fantastic. Make us proud!"

The Jumping Seagulls were also quick with their decision.

"Growing up, my mom and I would always do puzzles together. And I've built up quite the skill." Angel said.

And with that, the competitors have been chosen.

"Okay, we have Jordan from the Flying Monkeys and Angel from the Jumping Seagulls. Survivors ready?"

They were most definitely.

"Go!"

Both players began to rapidly untie their knots. Knots weren't usually a problem for competitors on Survivor, however that didn't make them by any standards simplistic. But, as precedent goes, both knots were undone within seconds.

Jordan happened to finish his knot first and he started to dump the pieces all over his board. Angel wasn't too far behind him.

As he organized the orange pieces, the blonde man started to notice that most of the pieces had big, black letters while others had blanks.

"You're looking for a phrase." Malcolm announced.

Angel had similar pieces, only her's were yellow to correspond with her tribe.

The girl examined the different types of pieces. There were a total of twenty-two; two blanks and twenty letters.

Jordan decided to place the blanks on the ends of the board, thinking that they were mere ends.

Angel, on the other hand, used them as spaces between words, to form a grand total of three.

Jordan then started to notice something about the letters. There were exactly three "O"s, three "U"s, and three "T"s, making three instances of the word "Out". Now thinking about this, he moved the blank pieces from the end to try to figure out a phrase, as opposed to a long word. He then decided to formulate the phrase "Out Out Out"

"I think I got it, Malcolm."

"Jordan thinks he's got it! We'll let's see."

The host then examined his phrase.

"Nope, that's not correct. You're supposed to use all the tiles."

Jordan then started to go back to the drawing board.

Angel then noticed that there would still be eleven letter left to choose from. It was then that she noticed two extra "T"s to work with. She also started to notice two "A"s and an "I". These extra vowels gave the girl a sense of relief.

Jordan also started to make her observations. Although he couldn't see her work due to the walls, his mind was still working fast on its own. He also noticed a "W", a "P", a "Y", and two "L"s.

It was around that time that Angel started to remember something from past seasons of Survivor. She wasn't really an avid fan, but she had seen the logo of the show before and something about it reminded her about this arrangement of letters.

And with that, she quickly started to form her phrase. It did require some deep thinking, however she was certain that she remembered it properly.

"I think I figured it out!" she said.

"Okay, let's see."

He then examined her result.

"Outwit, Outplay, Outlast! Jumping Seagulls win reward!" Malcolm cheered.

The tribe started to celebrate as well as Angel returned.

The blonde couldn't have felt happier. For it was the first time that she has proven herself in this competition.

"Okay, Jumping Seagulls, you are free to take your fishing supplies back to camp. And a canoe will be resting on the sand when you get there."

The winning tribe grabbed the various tools and started to lug it all back to their camp.

"Flying Monkeys, I got nothing for you. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."

The losing tribe did as the host said and solemnly walked back through the jungle.


Soon after the challenge had concluded, Malcolm had resided down to his chair. It had a great view of the late afternoon sun. The mix of orange, red, and yellow filled the sky with beauty. And with purple clouds that were starting to form.

He would be expecting an intern any minute now to take his order for dinner. But not before another one arrived with an a phone in his hand.

"Mr. Stevenson, someone would wish to speak with you."

"Well, who is it?"

"He said you'd best find out from him."

"Alright." he said, taking the phone.

"Hello." Malcolm greeted.

"Oh, it's you! I've been trying to call you all day!" an angry and tired voice rang over the phone. It sounded familiar to the host.

"Chris, I'm not letting you come back!"

"I'll have you know that you are in violation-"

Malcolm hung up the phone before the man could finish his sentence.

"I'll have a steak." he told the intern.

He obeyed and started to make his way back to the kitchen.

The host looked out at the setting sun and hoped for the clouds to clear.The losing tribe did as the host said and solemnly walked back through the jungle.


Soon after the challenge had concluded, Malcolm had resided down to his chair. It had a great view of the late afternoon sun. The mix of orange, red, and yellow filled the sky with beauty. And with purple clouds that were starting to form.

He would be expecting an intern any minute now to take his order for dinner. But not before another one arrived with an a phone in his hand.

"Mr. Stevenson, someone would wish to speak with you."

"Well, who is it?"

"He said you'd best find out from him."

"Alright." he said, taking the phone.

"Hello." Malcolm greeted.

"Oh, it's you! I've been trying to call you all day!" an angry and tired voice rang over the phone. It sounded familiar to the host.

"Chris, I'm not letting you come back!"

"I'll have you know that you are in violation-"

Malcolm hung up the phone before the man could finish his sentence.

"I'll have a steak." he told the intern.

He obeyed and started to make his way back to the kitchen.

The host looked out at the setting sun and hoped for the clouds to clear.

Episode Five: Is This Real?

 Day Three

As Malcolm had said, there was a canoe waiting for the Jumping Seagulls upon their return. It was massive, to their surprise; big enough to hold two people.

"So who wants to go out?" Johnny asked.

"Well I think Angel should get to ride around since she won us this thing." Benjamin answered.

"Okay then." the blonde said.

Simon then got next to her.

"I would like to take one for the team."

The rest of the tribe seemed to comply and the two prepared to depart.


"Well, what can I say? At least she's somewhat useful." the blonde male said.

"Yes, Cooper. I saw her too."

Cooper had the machete in hand and he started to chop a coconut in half.

"So what should we do now?" Alexis asked.

"If you ask me...I got my eyes set on that guy."

Cooper then pointed far off into the distance, past the opposite boundary of the camp.

"I don't see anything."

"You're going to have to squint for this one. But there's a guy way over there, sitting against a tree. Do you see him?"

Alexis's eyes weren't perfect when it came to vision, however she could make out a figure.

"Yeah...what about him?" she asked.

"Don't you think he looks a little suspicious? You know, just being there by himself all day?"

"If he's not hanging out with anyone, then how does he have an alliance with anyone?"

"Who knows? But I bet his greatest friend in this game is Skylar. Have you noticed how much time she's spent with him? And just earlier today, I saw Johnny try to go over before she stopped him. That must mean that Johnny can't be in the alliance. In fact, he may even be a target." Cooper said.

This really got Alexis's mind running like a river.

"Now that he brings that up, Angel and Simon are spending a lot of time together. I know that he's the servant and all, but it wasn't until after Angel accepted the offer to go on the boat that he jumped on. Had he accepted first and Angel latched on, then it would have been even worse for her. But her acceptance was justified by Benjamin's offer for her victory. Either way, they are definitely tight."

"Who else do you think is in the alliance?" the girl asked.

"Well it's hard to tell at this moment. A plausible option could be Benjamin because he had a discussion with her and several other people this morning. But on the other hand, Johnny was in that group as well. So they could be plotting a betrayal."

"So...why wouldn't that man be with them?"

"Because he's trying to trick you!"

"Stupid kid." he thought to himself.

By then, he had finished chopping the coconut and gave Alexis half of it.

"So we're voting him out?" she asked.

"Yes."

As the smaller blonde sipped at her coconut, she looked out to the horizon and saw Angel and Simon out of the fishing boat.

"She may be useful to some degree, but that still doesn't mean she should stay. Simon is definitely a greater necessity than her and I keep feeling suspicious that she's being treated better. If only a little girl like me could understand."


Angel felt closer to paradise than back at camp. The clear water sparkled as bits of sun influenced it. It's bright blue practically matched her eyes. The blonde felt just inches from its magnificence. And next to her is her best friend in the entire game, who was also happy by the other's presence.

"How are you doing, Angel?" he asked.

That simple connotation was yet another step in their relationship.

"I'm doing great."

"That's good."

Another great aspect of this experience was its intimacy and comfort.

"This reminds me about a camping trip I had once." she said.

"Is it alright if I listen?" Simon asked.

Before Angel could answer, her loyal servant had rested the fishing pole on the floor of the boat.

The trip wasn't on a small, wooden boat. And it certainly wasn't in the ocean. The event occurred during the summer about five years ago. Stan Masterson definitely loved his eight year old son, Dylan. And now that he was getting old enough to participate in sports, he felt like this was an opportunity for him to have fun. Fishing may not have been Dylan's favorite activity, but it was high ranking for Stan.

Of course, the Masterson house also occupied two women; Rachael and Angel. As much as the two of them had a tight bond, it would have been awkward and mean-spirited to leave them behind. And with that, the obligation was upgraded to a weekend vacation.

Stan had attempted to get his daughter into fishing when she was Dylan's age, however like most girls, she didn't catch on.

But the family packed their suitcases and left their home on a Friday dawn. On that day, the sky had a normal mix of black and red as the sun prepared to make its daily ascent.

"Why do we have to wake up so early?" Dylan complained.

"To beat the traffic." Stan said.

"But I'm so tired!"

"Now Dylan, you can sleep in the car if you want."

Angel and Rachel found no other purpose for this trip other than father and son bonding. But they were glad that they had each other to talk to.

"Okay everyone, hop on in." the man said as he placed the last suitcase in the trunk of the van.

Stan got himself into the driver seat with Dylan in the passenger's.

"Um Stan, are you sure you want Dylan in the front?" Rachel asked concerned.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Besides, if it looks like we're gonna crash, I have a pretty good arm to make sure he doesn't go through the windshield.

"Thanks for putting that into our heads." Angel commented.

"Alright Dylan, if you're going to sit up there, then I want you tighten your seat belt extra tight."

"Fine." he said, sighing.

The road trip was long, taking almost four hours. Stan had told his family that they were heading to a special camping ground that he grew up going to. He claimed that it was one of his favorite aspects of his childhood and that he wanted to relive the nostalgia with his own family as well as doing manly things with his son. Stan grew up in the same town as he now resides in, so he couldn't help but take in the feeling of the long journey. Through the woods and fields of Northern New Hampshire brought memories back as he sat in the back seat of his parents' old vehicle. Sadly, the others did not appreciate it.

The ride may have been long, but the Mastersons finally arrived at Camp Mackey.

The place wasn't so much a summer camp as it was just bare woods.

The family got out of the car and gathered their luggage. They began to walk to their temporary residence.

The walk took nearly ten minutes. Stan was looking forward to the spot, Dylan was complaining of the supposedly unnecessary travel, Rachel was worrying over whether the car would be returned to, and Angel didn't see the point in this trip.

The family finally rested on a secluded spot on the shore of a secluded lake. The father took in a deep breath as he looked out at the lake's shimmering waiters.

"Look at this sight. You can't beat it!"

As Angel took in the giant body surrounded by a towering skyline of conifers and lush deciduous trees, she also started to realize the truth behind her father's words. It may not have been an experience that changed her life, but it would still be a backdrop for hopefully many fond memories.

But unfortunately, that wasn't the main purpose of this weekend stay.

Without any urgency to wait, Stan opened one of the bags and removed the fishing gear. It was clear from the start that he didn't bring a boat.

"How are we going to fish without a boat?" Dylan asked.

"Nonsense! Growing up, my father never used a boat to go fishing. All the good fish are closer to the shore."

The younger boy appeared confused.

"How is that?"

"I'll show you."

And with that, the two men left to walk along the shore; leaving Rachel and Angel behind.

"Well...at least we have some peace and quiet." Angel said.

Her mother nodded her head in agreement.

"You know there weren't any big lakes like this growing up in Wyoming. There wren't this many trees either."

Angel was well aware about the geography of the western state, but was interested by her mother.

"What did you do then?"

"We mostly spent our time running around the wasn't any water nearby, but thank God for that desert."

Rachel looked out at the lake and took in the mild sound of wind and chirping bugs.

"Another thing I miss about Wyoming is the quiet. It's peaceful and it gives you an opportunity to focus on other things. Out here, there's no need for work or technology. And you know what the best part about it is?"

"What?"

"Sharing it with those you care about."

Her daughter smiled.

"Aw..."

She then wrapped her arms around her mother.

"I love you."

"I love you too." her mother returned.

Angel took in a breath as he relived that part of her life.

"The trip itself was nice. Dylan didn't catch anything, though. Unfortunately, he didn't want to go back. And any attempt to was struck down him."

"Your brother sure sounds annoying." Simon replied.

"Annoying doesn't even begin to cover it."

Angel then took another look at Simon, who was resting his body on the boat's floor.

"Um...shouldn't you be fishing?"

Simon opened his eyes as he came to this realization.

"Oh! Sorry, I can't believe I got carried away!" he said as he jumped to an appropriate fishing position.

The blonde laughed.

"That's okay."

The servant gazed at the girl as he moved his raven hair out of the way.


Night Three

"Wake up..." a whisper utterred out.

The intended target did not comply.

"Wake up..."

Again, there was no response.

A nudge was then made to emphasize the urgency of the intentions of the source. Although these movements started softly, they progressively got more vigorous.

Finally, the recipient complied.

"What?..." the girl responded.

"Come with me..."

The girl lifted her head and looked around. On her right was a wooden wall and her left had ten other people fast asleep and compact like a canister of anchovies.

"But it's night." she complained, slightly louder.

The standing girl placed her finger over her mouth.

"Shh!" she quieted with a silent intensity.

"Do you want to make it to Day Thirty-Nine?"

The lying girl nodded her head.

"Then come with me!"

Although she lacked any interest in doing this short term action, she followed her given order and followed her partner. The two found themselves in the jungle, where no one would hear them.

"Have you been spending time with Skylar?"

Her ally shook her head.

"No, Monica. I did not spend any time with Skylar."

Monica wanted to believe the girl, but knew what she was dealing with. And the delivery of her partner's answer only complicated matters.

"Natasha...have you talked to her?" she asked with a more assertive, parent-like tone.

"No."

There were no sources of light out in the sky. The stars clearly had other shores to visit and the moon presented its full purity in an unspecified location. It was about halfway around the world judging by its appearance in the present location, but whether it was to the east or to the west was irrelevant in the moment.

"Why do I get the sensation that you're lying to me?"

"I'm not lying!" the dark girl yelled.

Once again, the redhead had to place her finger over her mouth.

"Shh!"

Based on the experience she had with it just moments ago, she had picked a spot that was deeper in the woods; beyond the Tree Mail post.

"I'm sorry." Natasha apologized.

"It's alright...it's just that this is a game of wit and you can't always-"

Monica then looked at her partner, who was listening to her every word. She was left at a pause.

"Could this girl overlook this my 'insult'?" she asked to herself.

She got yet another look at the dark girl.

"You can't always what?" she asked innocently.

"Damn! She does have some intelligence! If she can make that observation, then finishing would seal my fate!"

"Never mind." the redhead answered.

"'Never mind'?! You stupid idiot! What kind of an answer is that?!"

"Okay, then." Natasha said.

"She wasn't suspicious? Yes! She's back to normal!"

"So you're absolutely sure you weren't talking to Skylar?"

"Yes, silly." Natasha said.

She then yawned.

"Well, I have to get back to bed. If there's a challenge, then I better be ready for it." the dark girl said.

"Yes. I'm sorry for pulling you out of bed." Monica said, attempting to sound nice.

"Alright then, good night."

"Good night to you too, Natasha."

"By the way, you look very pretty!"

The redhead stood there for a moment;confused by her partner's last statement. But she knew that although she'll probably have to deal with more of these awkward comments, it is her one way to sitting in the finals.


Day Four, Immunity Challenge

Not all of Palau Tiga was coastline and jungle. Along the island's surface were also open fields that weren't as well known when it came to an ideal perception of the Oceania, however they still had charm to them. Particularly for their seclusion and vastness.

Within one of them were many wooden walls. If one were to merely walk along the exterior, then it would look like a giant square arena. But upon closer observation, one can notice many other walls with winding paths and unexpected dead ends.

The game's host stood before this structures entrance.

"Come in, guys!"

The twenty-one remaining castaways entered together in a line, with the Flying Monkeys leading and their opposite trailing. As they approached their color-coded mats, the line split in two and the pieces of the two tribes traversed to their locations.

"You guys, reading to get to today's immunity challenge?"

Everyone nodded.

"First, Jumping Seagulls, I will take it back."

Alexis went up to the taller, older host and handed him the statuette. Malcolm then placed it on his podium.

"Once again, immunity is back up for grabs. For today's challenge, everyone on your tribe will be tethered together. You will then work together to make your way through this complicated maze. The first tribe to have all of their members across the finish line will win immunity from tonight's Tribal Council. Losers will go to Tribal Council tonight where somebody will be voted off."

The host then turned to the Jumping Seagulls.

"Jumping Seagulls, you have one extra member. According to Survivor rules, you must pick one person to sit out of today's challenge. I'll give you a minute to talk it over."

The more populous tribe got into a huddle.

"You know guys, I'll volunteer if you want." Natasha said.

"Okay then..." Skylar said.

"Who else agrees." the redhead added.

"I'm fine with it." Johnny said.

"As am I." Benjamin responded.

"Alright, then." Simon concluded.

The Jumping Seagulls separated.

"Who's it gonna be?" Malcolm asked.

"Me." the dark girl answered.

"Okay then, take a seat on the bench and we'll get this challenge started."

Natasha complied and made her way over to the wooden bench on the other side of the maze.

Meanwhile, the two tribes made their way to separate entrances.

"Okay then. Survivors ready? Go!"

The two bands of people started to run into their respective entrances. The Flying Monkeys went to the left and the Jumping Seagulls went to the right.

The Flying Monkeys continued down that path before taking a right.

Some tribe members were filled with confidence; hope that they could potentially secure themselves from having to sacrifice yet a second member. But to their unconscious dismay, not all was at peace.

Riley, who was second from the front in her tribe's line started to become tense. Her sense of victory started to reemerge on her coast like a fire that cannot be extinguished from the longest submergence or the heaviest rainfall. It's a quirk that has the potential to drive everyone off guard; to have favor desire over reason. The same symptoms started to show up: a racing heart, an unfocused mind, a yearning from her muscles. For a woman who so helplessly gets lost in these physical competitions, the timing was almost perfect when compared to that of past incidents.

The rainbow-haired girl, who was now desperate to move through the maze as quickly as possible, gave in and started to forcefully make her way to the front of the line. The notion that moving as fast as possible to locate all the dead ends was her only rational for this movement.

In her strife, she slammed into Mystery- who was the one unfortunate contestant in front of her and sent her tumbling to the ground.

But since the tether didn't allow the sufficient movements to be made, it also sent Riley crashing into the wall.

But unlike expectations one can make for this accident, the outcome ultimately defied what was once thought.

Instead of Riley's head hitting against the wall, the structure went down with it. Upon reaching the ground, the wall refused to make a sound; an event that also went against what was expected. As the girl resurfaced, her fellow teammates took note.

"They're just cardboard?" Jordan said.

Riley went back to the ground and was easily able to rip off a small piece of the wall.

"It feels like cardboard." the rainbow-haired girl replied.

"Try slamming into that wall, Riley." Cedric said.

"Alright."

"No! No! No! No! Please I-" Mystery tried to protest.

But to the dark-haired girl's misfortune, Riley followed through. The structure fell just as easily as the other.

"You know- and I'm terribly sorry Mystery- but I think we can actually use this information to our advantage." Rickie said.

"Can I at least be the one to run through?" Mystery asked.

"Certainly. In fact, how about all of us line up horizontally. That way, we can continuously move."

"And for the sake of Mystery!" Jordan added.

Everyone adjusted themselves to form one, powerful force.

"Okay. One, two, three, go!" Rickie yelled.

The ten Flying Monkeys charged at the cardboard wall before them and fell with it.

They got back up and repeated the process.

Within five minutes, the team had tackled most of the puzzle that would have taken them at least twice as long.

And finally- although they were not certain whether it was the last one- they slammed into the last one, but landed upon grass. They have at least reached the other side and were now expecting Malcolm's announcement. The ten tribe members looked up to see Malcolm, who was shocked. His mouth was open agape as he stared into the mess before them.

The aging host approached the wall they had just overcome and examined it.

"How...were you guys...able to do that?" he asked.

"We just crashed into the walls, Malcolm." Rickie said. "Wasn't that something you wanted us to find out?"

Malcolm looked down on the crushed wall and touched the surface with his right hand.

"This isn't right." he whispered to himself.

He ripped off the corner and analyzed it.

"Is there something wrong?" Jordan asked.

Malcolm looked down at the blonde and then the rest of the Flying Monkeys.

"I'm going to have to step aside for a minute."

The host then walked away from the bunch and away from the cameramen.

"Way to go, Rickie! Your stupid idea cost us the challenge!" Macy yelled.

"It doesn't make sense! Why would they make the walls out of cardboard? Didn't they think that something like this would happen?" Rickie said, confused.

Malcolm made his way out of the field and into the woods, where he hoped that nobody could see or hear him. He then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Malcolm?" a voice said.

"Um Ryan, it's me. We have a problem."

"What is it?"

"Well...you may not believe me on this...but... that maze we built was made of cardboard."

"Cardboard? But that's not what you told me yesterday."

"I know it's not, but I'm not lying to you. That maze really was made using hard wood."

"Well Malcolm, I don't really have an explanation for that. Either you're lying or you're just flat out wrong."

"But that's not the big issue we have at hand. The Flying Monkeys apparently found out about this and literally slammed their way throughout the maze."

Malcolm took a few steps, strolling as he awaited a response from Ryan.

"Listen Malcolm, just send both tribes to Tribal Council. Nobody wins."

The host took a moment to recollect and think the solution through. This procedure has been done before for far greater circumstances that skewed farther from the grounds of fairness. So this appeared to be no more than a simple cut.

"Okay. I'll tell them."

Malcolm then hung up and started to emerge from the jungle, where the Flying Monkeys were awaiting them. Their heads were high and their eyes faced him. But to their surprise, the host started to walk along the other side of the maze.

"Jumping Seagulls! The challenge is over!" he shouted.

Said tribe stopped in their tracks as they were midway through the maze.

"Did they beat us?" Skylar asked.

"No! It's no contest! Both tribes will be heading to Tribal Council tonight!"

This announcement was audible to the patient tribe on the other side.

"What?!" Macy yelled. "Again?!"

The Jumping Seagulls were just as upset and confused.

"That's so unfair!" Alexis yelled.

"We're coming to get you out!" Malcolm told them.

The host then jumped up and reached the top of the flimsy wall and used his manpower to rip a giant piece out of the exterior. Once a proper exit was made, he walked in.

"Where are you guys?" he asked loudly as he walked through.

"Somewhere in the middle I believe." Simon said.

"Are you in a dead end?"

"No."

"Then get into one and don't move. We're coming to get you."

The tribe complied and the host proceeded to maneuver his way through the complexities the maze provided. But it proved quite well that even for a man who had the floor plan memorized, the course was tough to navigate. Occasionally, Malcolm would require the Jumping Seagulls to shout in order to get a sense of distance.

Finally, the tribe had been located.

"How are we going to get out of here." Simon asked.

The host answered with a simple jump to the top of the wall and a usage of his strength to tear it down. The Seagulls looked at him, with a look of surprise and a sense of foolishness.

With an opening available, the host exited through. The others followed him.

"So what is this issue all about?" Cooper asked.

"Yeah, I want to know too!" Johnny added.

"I'll explain it when we reunite with the Flying Monkeys."

And it didn't take long either. It took no more than a minute to cover what would have taken thirty minutes. As Malcolm rounded the corner, the Jumping Seagulls met eye contact with their rivals.

"So, now that you're all here, I would like to explain to you what is going to happen. Apparently, someone tampered with the course and replaced the hard wood that made it up with a flimsier alternative; that being cardboard."

Alexis did not take these words kindly.

"Cardboard?! Guys, why didn't we use that?" she yelled.

"Anyway, we don't know who did this or why they did it. But in order to be fair, there is no winner. Both tribes will be heading to Tribal Council tonight and voting somebody out. Jumping Seagulls, you will be heading there first and the Flying Monkeys will immediately follow them. So by tomorrow morning, two people- one from each tribe- will be out of the game for good. Grab your stuff, head back to camp."


"Can you believe this, Cooper?!"

"Now, Alexis. What's done is done. We had no control over any of it." Cooper said, trying to console.

"I don't care! I deserved to win! It should all be mine!" the blonde cried.

"Why do I stick with her?"

"Listen, Alexis. The Tribal Council is inevitable. Besides, that's the only way to win. Remember?"

"She's just one more vote. Anything is better than nothing. And it's even better when it's guaranteed. But at the same time, someone like her couldn't survive a game like this. She would be an easy person to boot."

The blonde girl looked around to see their surroundings. To her misfortune, she noticed that Simon was the closet person to them, chopping up a coconut. Although he was concentrated on the task, the girl decided to speak down in the hopes of being unheard.

"So who are voting out?" she asked innocently.

"That guy under the shadows. I told you yesterday."

"Oh yeah."

Alexis then looked at the sand and then back at Cooper.

"How are we going to get enough people?"

"Damn! Was that question too complicated or out of the blue?" she asked herself.

Cooper looked out at the rest of the shelter where some of the tribe mates were hanging out. It was there that she saw a female redhead sitting in a circle with several others. A correlation started to form.

"Pardon me for a moment." he told his ally.

The male blonde started to march confidently towards the circle of friends. Alexis looked at him curiously.

"What is he doing?! He can't honestly be winning over Skylar with something like this!"

Cooper found himself in a nice position right behind the redhead. Unfortunately, he was noticed by Johnny, who was sitting opposite of the girl.

"Um...Skylar. You got something on your back."

The girl turned her head to see the blonde, who stood proudly with a grin on his face.

"Oh hey baby!" he said seductively.

Although Skylar was somewhat annoyed by this man's intrusion, Johnny was trying desperate to hold in laughs.

"What do you want, Cooper?"

"How about we take it in the woods."

The redhead started to tense up.

"Um...I'm kind of...busy..."

"Relax! It'll only take a minute!"

"Still...I want to...um...bathe in the sun! It's such a nice day!"

Cooper looked up at the sunlit canopy. Clouds that had started to form yesterday had condensed into fluffy forms; some white, others gray. At this moment, the sun was blocked by one of them, darkening the surroundings.

"I wouldn't want you to get a sunburn out here, baby! Don't you think it's nice to get some shade every once in a while!" he answered, smiling.

Skylar looked at him for a moment and then looked back down in the sand.

"Are you...going to stay here?" she asked softly.

"Well I don't have anything better to do. I could stand here all night!"

The redhead sighed and stood up. The male blonde continued his walk into the jungle while Skylar followed. Her friends looked on awkwardly as the procession went on.

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

Cooper made sure he was out of any alien's audible range before responding.

"I know your little secret."

"What are you talking about?"

"You and that guy!"

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"That guy that spends all day in the shade! Far away from camp! Ring a bell?"

It then hit her head. She remembers the man who's name is unknown to her assailant. However, there was no point in denying his existence.

"Oh yes, that guy." she said.

"You been hearing anything suspicious out of him?"

"He has found out! If only that can just come out and see him for who he really is!"

"No." she answered.

"Have you hear anything from him?"

"I can't make him know what we said, even if it is small talk!"

"No..."

Cooper literally stood still for about ten seconds; trying to avoid the redhead getting the hint that he had doubts about the mysterious man.

"You know, have you considered the fact that your "friend"- whatever you like to call it- is plotting against you?"

"...In what way?"

"Oh...I don't know...an alliance...a secret agent...or maybe, just maybe he's just not that into you!"

"Yes. Nobody likes to tell outsiders about their plans. It entirely messes up their plan."

"It's not true! He wouldn't have the heart or even the brains to pull off something like this! And if so, not at me for sure! But aside from that, this guy is trying to play me; trying to get leverage to blindside me. If he was observant enough to notice me with the boy, then who knows what else he can see. I better watch my step."

"I haven't."

"Man, this girl is good. She has seen right through my facade and is trying to go along with me. Since I've established the fact that I know that she hangs out with him on a regular basis, she has probably been cautious. She wouldn't say something like "He's not my friend." or "He doesn't like me" because she visits him frequently. Why would a man who didn't like her want to hang out with that person?"

Cooper stood studiously as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"I see...so what does he do while you sit around with him?"

"Oh...nothing really. We just sit on the sand and enjoy the beach."

The flirtatious man was not convinced.

"What's the point, then?"

"Of what?"

"Spending time with him in the first place! You're accomplishing nothing and you're just painting a big, fat target on your back! Everyone can see you two!" the man said.

"Everyone? Are we that noticeable? Or is this man just bluffing?... Now that I think about it, if this man was really concerned for my welfare and was telling the truth, he would admit this in public in front of my friends. They would know the truth and hopefully help me in any way possible. But Cooper insisted on having it in private? He wouldn't do that for me personally-...thank you, Cooper."

"I wouldn't be too concerned about it. In time he'll come of out his shell."

The redhead then looked up to the sky then back down into the man's brown eyes.

"Well, I better get going."

Skylar walked away from the man, back towards the beach.

"That seemed awfully rushed. Skylar looked desperate to get out of the situation after I said that "everyone" was after her. Of course, that was a lie; or at least something I haven't received verification from. But all she did was make herself look even more suspicious; especially when she looked up to the sky like that. She thought that she was making her exit look less hasty and urgent, but it only exposed you, you dumb girl. She seemed so willing to defend that man that it's like they're dating. Or maybe... Oh Skylar, I can read you like a book."

The redhead emerged from the jungle, where her friends were making small talk to pass the time. Despite this, she was able to find her way back into the group in a natural and non-suspicious fashion. It was Johnny who noticed her first.

"So what did you and your boyfriend talk about?" the brunette joked.

"Oh, shut up! It was nothing; just another one of his pick-up lines."

"Yeah, show some decency, Johnny!" Benjamin added.

The redhead stared at the man as she prepared to speak once more.

"I think we should vote for Cooper tonight."

"Because of that 'talk' the two of you just had?" Johnny asked.

"Yes." she said briefly. She took a short breath before continuing.

"We definitely have good odds. Of course, there's the four of us, and Angel has Simon. And well, even if we didn't I bet somebody has to ask him at some point."

"But that's only five. Don't we need six?" Angel said.

The first thing that came to Skylar's mind was the man in the shadows.

"Again, he would vote with us. And with his vote, that pervert will regret the day he was born."

But upon closer examination, another thought came to mind.

"But who's to say that he would want to get involved in politics? I bet he's a sweet guy, so he can't possibly be running an alliance! But then again...he does have to vote for somebody."

"I think I might know somebody."

Johnny stared at the redhead and gave her a smirk.

"Who?" Benjamin asked.

"Do I really want to bring this guy in? I'd be defying his wishes and he'll probably go after me. But then again, I already did him a disservice this morning? Did he notice that?!...Who am I- though- to defy myown goal? Why do I bother to be with him?...It may not be what I intended...but this could be what awakens him."

"Over there!" she said, pointing towards the man.

The others turned around toward the faraway trees behind them.

"Where is this person?" Angel asked.

"Do you not see him?!" Johnny said.

"Oh, there he is!" Benjamin commented.

The three friends were now staring at the figure resting beneath a distant tree; doing nothing in particular.

"So, yeah. I'll go over and talk to him and see what he can do." the redhead said before leaving.

"Hey Benjamin."

The redheaded male turned to see a certain brunette nearby. Her head was all but sunken, though.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday." she said.

The redhead was confused at the girl's attempt for repentance.

"What for?"

"For wasting your time."

It then hit the man's mind as he remembered his past intimate encounter with the girl.

Unfortunately, it was then that the girl discovered Benjamin's company.

"Dear God! I'm sorry for humiliating you in front of your friends!" she gasped.

Benjamin then motioned for the girl to place an ear in front of his mouth.

"I'll join you in the woods."

Practically sticking to his word, he got up and walked with the girl towards the jungle.

"Don't worry, Aubrey, you didn't humiliate me at all. And about yesterday, you don't need to be so critical on yourself." the man assured.

"Okay." she responded.

"So, do you want to say anything to me?"

"I want you to vote out Skylar." she said bluntly.

Benjamin stopped upon hearing the name of his ally.

"Skylar? But why?"

"...Do you know that guy that she's talking to right now?" she asked.

The redhead nodded.

"I know him. And he hates you, Johnny, and Angel..."

The girl stopped for a moment to process the details of her duty.

"and I was talking to him and it just so happens that he is in love with Skylar. The truth is that she doesn't like you and wants to vote you out tonight. Skylar is just a spy."

Benjamin thought about this for a moment.

"She could be lying to me. She did pause and showed some forms of suspicion. But can I dismiss her so easily?"

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.

Aubrey stopped, then continued.

"Because I don't trust that man! He won't even give me his name!"

"If you hate him, then why are you with him?"

"...I'm being a double agent. I really want to help you, but at the same time I want to leave him and Skylar unknowing of the fact that their days are numbered."

"She did wait until Skylar had left, but at the same time it's still dubious. If Aubrey really wanted to keep her double-agent status a mystery, then she would have hidden in the jungle and hollered. But then again, how would she have done that without drawing attention. Also, she could be making this all up as she entered the scene all gloomy.

But what if she's right? She did say she wanted to send me a message yesterday, but she chickened out.

But no! She could have thought that her story was worthy and then only decided when she encountered me that it wasn't good enough and decided to wait until tomorrow to think things through. For a double-agent trying to hide stuff, that was a pretty dumb mistake!

Again, I must consider how I could be wrong. That man is hard to find as I have proven from my own experience. And if he wanted to keep things secret, he would hold meetings at night after everyone else is sleeping."

"Who's in the alliance?" he asked.

"Um...me, Skylar, the leader...Simon, Alexis, and Cooper."

"Cooper? Skylar was just talking with him in the woods! They could be talking strategy! Maybe this girl has a point, but..."

"How do I know that you're not faithful to that alliance?" the male redhead asked bluntly.

"He's