Total Drama: Wawanakwa's Revenge

Handcuffed.

Merde, merde, merde! I don't want to be cuffed to someone else! "First we'll start with the Pillaging Pirates. Heather and... Alejandro! What a surprise," He winked at Chef who smirked.

Heather's eyes widened and she immediately yelled, "I forefit!" At the same time Alejandro called, "Yes!"

A buzzer rang and the scoreboard changed to -1 on the Pirate's side. Hehe, serves them right. "Oookay, next! Noah and Cody!"

They exchanged happy glances and way to excitedly came to Chris and he clicked them shut. Aw, what a cute gay couple.They're perfect for each other, I'm glad Gwen isn't here to distract Cody and Izzy to Noah. I ship NoCo so much.

"Cameron and Mike," They high fived and got handcuffed.

Chris grinned. "To the Killing Crusaders, first off, Torsten and Lindsay," Cute couple, Lindsay smiled seductively at him, then they got up and gladly agreed. "Rodney and Lightning," Rodney gulped as he reluctantly stood. Then started babbling nonsense.

Wait, there's one more person I could be paired with. Him. Depressed boy.

// Noooooo! //

As I bury my head in a my hands, Felix throws his iPod on the ground. "Emo girl and depressed boy, this is interesting!"

'Emo girl'? Seriously? Oh God.

--

"Turn your music down, I don't want to hear it!" Felix exclaimed, shoving me with one arm.

I punched him back. "It's not my fault I'm handcuffed to a kid who hates everything!" Now I really wish I took my Prozac on the boat. "And its not like you're any better, I can hear your stupid ass Nirvana even with these on!"

Why aren't I forefitting? Simple, I want to win the challenge. And not be eliminated. Most importantly the latter. "Well I don't want to hear your My Chemical Romance, because personally, it sucks!"

My temper was rising, it took all I had to.avoid grabbing my pocket knife and digging it into his back. Which was a lot, because it would feel so damn good. So good to feel blood splatter onto my clothing, an agonizing scream of pain. God, fucking tempting. Yeah... I'm insane.

When I was a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said son when, you grow up, would you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned. He said will you, defeat them, the dem-

Snap!

My music paused as Felix grabbed my headphones, slamming them to the ground and stomping on them. I gasped. How dare he?! "What the hell?!"

Felix crossed his arm across his chest, he couldn't exactly cross both. You know, handcuffed. "Just shut up for once, you're a moron,"

I was seriously regretting not taking my medicine. "Takes one to know one..." I grumbled.

Glancing around, I nearly threw up when I saw Noah pinning Cody to a tree, making out. Grabbing my phone I started to record. This was going on YouTube.

"Hey guys, I'm Paige on Total Drama and you have GOT to-"

When I was cut off, it was because Felix was holding my pocket knife, hovering it over his arm. "I am stuck with a depressed, self-harming weirdo," I turned my camera back towards NoCo, who were still kissing.

"NoCo is so fucking cute!"

My phone was then smacked to the ground next to my broken headphones. I yanked my arm away and threw it up. "CHRIS, I-"

A hand was thrown over my mouth. "We aren't forefitting, Paige," he whispered. I winced at his touch. It was cold.

I sighed and hung my head, as Felix was blasting Nirvana. What a hypocrite. A voice broke the silence. "I forfei- Ahhhh!" Rodney.

Lightning had grabbed Rodney's throat and yelled, "We forfeit!"

--

Two hours of listening to this kid's bullshit. Torsten and Lindsay had forfeited an hour ago, so they could have sex or something. Mike and Cameron were talking about if his personalities could come back, probably unlikely. I had resorted to cursing Felix off in Italian.

"Merda, vuoi mai zitto? Non voglio ascoltare le tue stronzate!"

He slammed his head against a tree. "What are you saying?"

My eye twitched. "Perché non puoi cazzo mi capisci, sei sordo, è stronzo?" My parents are from Italy, and my counselor taught me curses.

Felix slammed a fist and before I could do anything, "I FOREFEIT!"

Merde, merde, merde! No!  That fucking idiot!

Mike got to his feet and yelled in joy. "YES!"

Elimination, here we come.

°~°

"Killing Crusaders, I see you have faced elimination. Most of you know the jig, so I won't go into detail. If you do not get a marshmallow, you will report to the dock and ride the Plane of Shame," Chris announced.

Felix. He is going down.

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-Rodney Confessional-

I'm voting for Lightning, he's a jerk!

-Lightning Confessional-

I'd vote for pretty boy, but Farmer dude is sha-gone!

-Lindsay Confessional-

Um... who do I vote for? Oh, Torste-Bear!

-Torsten Confessional-

Rodney.

-Felix Confessional-

Emo girl, she's annoying...

-Paige Confessional-

Felix! He... is... GONE! *Slams fist against wall, dust falls onto her head*

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I sat triumphantly on my stump, there's no way anyone would vote anyone over Felix. Chris finished reviewing the confessionals. "And the loser going home is..."

There was so much tension. "Rodney!"

God. No. Way. Merde!