Love Lost

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You just got in the way.

Heather turned the T.V. off, her mouth agape. The remote slipped out of her hand. Hearing the thud, Alejandro ran into their bedroom from the bathroom.

"Mi amor?" he asked, concerned at Heather's unusual paleness. Well, more pale than normal, which can't be a good thing. She's still frozen in place with her mouth hanging open and her icy eyes giving the opposing wall and television a dead stare.

Heather croaked. "He's dead."

Alejandro moved towards her and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hands in his. "We've been over this, Heather. Cody's been dead for a week."

She shook her head and glanced up at the Spaniard. "No. Noah."

Alejandro's eyebrows turned up in confusion. "Noah? What about Noah?"

"He's dead. They're both dead. They said it was suicide, but it can't be. Noah would never do that. What if someone is picking off our kind one by one? What if we're next?" Heather babbled, eyes wide. Her hands were shaking cradled in Alejandro's.

"'Our kind'? What does that even mean?"

Heather looked him dead in the eye. Fear penetrating from her grey blue irises. "What if someone's doing a Total Drama purge?"

He'd never seen her this distressed. Alejandro gulped. Now, he was all shaken up. What if someone was going down the line of TD contestants?

Heather continued, "Nobody liked us! What if they come after us? What's happening, Alejandro? What are we gonna do?"

Alejandro stood up and went to the closet, always a man of action. He opened the door and grabbed the duffel bag from the top shelf. "We're getting the hell out of Dodge."