Revenge of the Island

Episode 17: The Hockey Bros

The episode begins with Wayne sitting on the bottom bunk, his mind heavy with the weight of regret. He didn’t want to come back here, but he had to. For Raj. His best friend, his other half. He came with the sliver of hope that maybe, somehow, they’d find Raj and bring him home.

It’s no secret that Wayne loved hockey. He and Raj were the "Hockey Bros," inseparable and always chasing their next win together. But since leaving the island, Wayne hasn’t touched a hockey stick. How could he? Not without Raj by his side. Without him, hockey just wasn’t the same. Wayne’s high after winning season two had long faded, replaced with a sinking feeling he couldn’t shake. He never cared about the cash. He came back for fun. But now, all of that seemed so far away.

Sitting on the bunk, Wayne watches the rest of the group standing still, faces turned toward the door, their bodies tense with fear over what might come through. A part of him wants to be hopeful, but the dread deep in his stomach tells him that whatever is out there is something none of them want to face.

“Should we open it?” Julia whispers, breaking the tense silence. Her voice barely audible, shaking just a little.

“No,” Axel responds quickly, her tone firm. “No, it’s too dangerous. Stay far from the door. Whoever’s out there could bust in at any moment.” Her eyes are locked on the door, and the rest of the group nods silently, not daring to make a move.

They all suspect it might be Scary Girl—Lauren—on the other side. After everything she pulled with Wayne, none of them wanted to face her again. Not after the last time. Wayne still feels uneasy thinking about that moment, the way she looked at him, the way she tried to pull him into whatever twisted game she was playing. It was pure luck Axel was there to stop her.

But Caleb can’t shake one thing from his mind. If it’s Scary Girl out there… why isn’t she laughing? Everyone knows Lauren is always giggling, a creepy laugh that’s impossible to forget. The silence outside the cabin feels wrong.

Damien, already frazzled from the tension, can’t take the waiting any longer. He scuttles underneath the bunk Wayne is sitting on, curling up underneath the bed in hopes of finding some comfort in the confined space. Everyone remains still, waiting, hearts pounding in their chests. Minutes stretch out, but still—nothing. No sound, no movement from outside. It’s unsettling, but no one dares suggest leaving the cabin.

Bowie glances toward the window, considering for a moment whether to peek outside. Maybe get a glimpse of whoever—or whatever—is out there. But he stops himself. No. Too risky. They don’t know what they’re up against, but something in his gut tells him it’s not a good idea.

Julia stands close to the others, her mind racing with possibilities. Maybe it’s MK by the door, she thinks to herself. It would explain the absence of the eerie laugh. If it’s MK, she wouldn’t make a sound. She’d just wait.

But as that thought crosses her mind, another hits her, sharp and painful. Damien was right. Her obsession with MK is all-consuming. It’s not healthy. He’s been right all along—her thoughts are always on MK, no matter what’s happening. She can’t focus on anything else, and it’s dangerous. She needs to let go of this fixation. But the problem is, it’s not that simple. She can’t just stop. It’s more complicated than that, and she knows it.

Suddenly, a soft noise outside catches everyone’s attention. It’s faint, barely audible, but enough to make everyone’s heart race again. The group tenses up, waiting, every second feeling like an eternity.

The door handle jiggles slightly, and their eyes widen in fear. Someone is definitely outside.

Axel grips her knife tightly, her knuckles turning white as she steps forward next to Chef, ready to defend herself and the others if it comes to that. Wayne holds his breath, unsure if he’s ready to see what’s on the other side.

But then… the noise stops. The handle goes still. Everyone waits, not daring to make a sound.