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Fragmented Romance	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Total Drama Island-Episode 9 of 26-Heather's POV-
In all respects, the last few days have been much better for me then I would have thought. With Beth gone, and apparently no one, not even Chris, knowing about Lindsey and I, I honestly couldn't help but lapse back into a period of contentment and happiness. Lindsey seemed to sense this also, and all the uptightness that had formed between us, her fear of me, had abdicated, as was proven when she, only her of all people, stayed at my bedside the last two days.
And then if this day had happened without my blonde love-life with me, this easily would be the worst days of my life. My alliance had particularly shrunk to only a pair of people, and bribing Owen for an extra vote might not work for long, especially if LeSkunkwa or Weird goth girl found out. With that in consideration, my alliance was nearly null and void, as any two votes Lindsey and I would cast would instantly be neutralized by Gwen's and LeShawna's. And if I could squeeze a back-up vote out of Owen, Trent would also join Gwen's side, and I don't want to know what will happen in a tie-breaking challenge.
Furthermore, my form was damaged. I looked thinner then I should have, a bad cold caused by being locked in the fridge only leaving my system last night. By all means, I didn't feel 100 percent, and to anyone but Lindsey, just a bit more irritable then usual. My eyebrows were slowly starting to grow back, but for at least the next two weeks, I'd have to be using pencils and second-nature beauty secrets I learned to keep myself from looking like a freak, a menace. I've looked like one of those before, I'm not going back there.
"I've noticied that recently here, there's been some problems within the teams. Members fighting against members, and who can really forget LeShawna and Gwen's war against Heather this last week, along with Harold and Duncan showing some signs of struggles. Well, me and my producers have decided to tackle this problem head-on, so henceforth, all of today's challenges will be trust-related!" I turned my head and shot a death glare at Gwen, who's own eyes returned the favor. If I was paired up with her in a challenge, she was going to get it! Likewise with LeShawna.
"You think that you can just lock me up in a freezer and get away with it? I am going to make you sorry you EVER met me!"
Gwen smirked, and chuckled, along with LeShawna. "To Late." She remarked. I growled in distrust and disbelief.
-Confessional Camera-Heather's POV-
"It's all HER fault for messing with me! I've got a doctrine in revenge and humiliation! And rest assured, she will be humiliated!"
-End Confession-
-Challenge 1-Cliff Climbing-
"Gwen, Heather, you two are up for the Gophers! For the Bass, Duncan and DJ!"
"Chris?" Gwen asked, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Excuse me, but could we trade partners? I really don't feel like being dropped on my head today."
I chuckled, then scoffed. "Oh Please! As much as I…" I injected triple the daily dose of sarcasm into the next three words. "…love your company, I'm NOT going to throw a challenge just to kill you. At least, not yet." Weird Goth girl blew some hair out of her face, rolling her eyes in the process. "Now get over here Gothie, so I can put the danm harness on you!" Reluctantly the reject walked to me, and I picked up the harness, ready to strap it on. When I had first seen this harness, a 7 pointer, I had several ideas form in my head.
"Just get this on me, so we can get this done with."
"THis will take some…TIME!" I gritted my teeth as I flung the upper two harnesses over her shoulders, then tightening them to link them with the 7-way buckle that would go on the small of her back. My nails, I had ensured, were extra sharp today, and I dragged them lightly across the Goth's shoulder blade, acting as if I was smoothing out the straps, then gripped it hard and tugged, intentionally scratching the skin on her shoulder. I heard her start to let out a scream, I must have hit nerve endings, but she bit her tongue.
I circled around, forcing the two straps to her sternum, now dragging my hand down her torso, on her tightly scrunched breasts. Normally, I wouldn't do this to anyone but Lindsey, but I remembered something I heard about security agents doing something along these lines and it would mentally scar the people they did it to. So I made my frisking gruff, ensuing that I did have a upper dominant hand over her, and in a way, it was sexual intimidation. Something that just might influence her to stand down to me.
The upper two harnesses that wrapped around her ribs clicked together, and I raised them just a bit, giving me one last chance to grab them and pull it. IN the process, I intentionally grabbed through the shirt the peaks of the loser's breasts, and yanked hard.
"Stop it." Gwen hissed, and I smiled lightly.
"What is it Gothie? To tight!" I asked, yanking the lower two cords that went just below her lower ribs, squeezing the air out of her.
"I could have you arrested for saturatory rape, you realize?" She whispered in my ear as I bent down and yanked the cords tightly together.
"Yeah." I scoffed. "But there are three problems with that. I can kill you here if I don't do this tight enough." I leaned up, and stared her in the face. "Two, even with your boyfriend watching and millions of people watching live, this doesn't look the part. And three…". I kneeled, reaching between her legs, dragging my hand and arm against where her vagina would be, and yanked the last cord forward. "You like this. You're wet as the anti-hell."
"Bullshit." She remarked, and I tightly clenched this last strap, ensuring that she was in for good.
"Yeah right. I saw you watching Izzy super-closely when she was dancing, along with you drawing images of her in your Diary. Just like you did with Trent." I chuckled, and stood up. "Now turn around. I have one more rope to get attached."
"What's with the extra rope?" She asked as I slipped the rope through the back three belt loops on her clothing.
"Well, you said yourself you don't want to be dropped on your head." I leaned up to her ear. "Look at this as insurance, so that way you won['t be suing me for 'saturatory rape'."
"Fuck Salt." She remarked, and I yanked the rope that connected on her back tightly. "Don't mess with me bitch. If nesscary, I WILL drop you on your head."
-Lindsey's POV-Confessional Camera-
"Wow, Heather was so good at lining all of that up! I mean, wow, I wish she had done that for me! But then, why was she feeling Gwen up like that? Doesn't she like me?"
-Heather's POV-Confessional Camera-
"Such a dominance over your enemies is an exuberant feeling. And then…" Heather leaned forward and clicked the recording button off. "And then there is domination over your love life, to where you will protect them from predators of any nature, love them, cherish them, and they give you in return: alliances, their bodies, their love, and they put you on a pedestal. Lindsey and I will be on our own Pedestal, and mark me words, the final two with us, we'll tell the world, and I'll hire someone to kill my uncle." She flicked the record switch back on.
-End Confessional-
Another explosion blew off of the side of the cave's face, and it came falling down in a shower of rocks. "Gwen, watch out for the one right above you!"
Lindsey stood at my right side, looking at the rockside through some binoculars. "There's another one just to the left of her feet."
"There's another one to your left!"
"Thanks!" She sarcastically called down, knocking the explosive above her head off the cliff's ledge, and it tumbled downward, hitting the ground and detonating.
"I LOVE my job!" Chris remarked. "Super Hot Habanera Chipolata anyone?" He asked, and I turned, only to get drenched with a gushing fountain of the hot-sauce, and it singed my skin. I had never felt so hot before.
"You look amazing!" I turned my head to look at Lindsey, who was drenched in the same stuff.
"You look sexy." I remarked, noting how the majority of it seemed to culminate on her neck to her towering rack, along with it staining the outside of her legs.
"Come on McLean, is that the best you've got!" Duncan called out accusingly.
"Is that the best we've got?" He asked in fear. I chuckled.
"This stuff burns like hell Heather!" Lindsey remarked. Apparently some had ended up in her mouth. "I ca-Brea-!" She began coughing wildly. Smoke was rising form my own body from the stuff as it soaked into my clothes.
"Hold with me Lindsey!" Her coughing was more extreme then before. I looked around, everyone was staring at the intense race between DJ and Gwen, and Chris was trying to convince Chef to get some more sauce. "Kiss me!"
The look on her face told me she was confused, but I latched my lips onto her own, and reached my tongue in, trying to lick clean the insides of her mouth. I'd rather go through this kind of torture then her.
-Lindsey's POV-
My eyes were watering, and my mouth was subjected to Heather's amazing work. Finally she pulled back, her lips and tongue coated with the sauce. My mouth still burned, but I could breath! "Hannah, Thanks!" I pulled her into a loving embrace, and with one hand she wrapped around my back, patting me lightly.
"I'm trying to finish a challenge here Lindsey!" She cut the romantic moment off. He breaths were heavy as she tried to ignore the sauce, but it was slowly turning down. I picked up the binoculars, and making sure they were pointed the right way, I looked up again. "I don't see any by her!"
The look in her eyes told me that this was the perfect opportunity for her scheme. "Come on Gwen! You don't want to fall…BEHIND!" I snickered as she ripped off Gwen's skirt, and it she was barely able to grasp it before it was lost. Her underwear, through the binoculars, looked pink with a red skull and arrow on it.
"GAH!" She screamed, trying to cover her skirt off.
"Well, you don't see THAT every day."
"No you don't my man. No you don't."
DJ fell off the cliff in response, and as he did, Duncan found his foot wrapped around the rope, and he went up as DJ fell down, the two slamming into each other in the process.
"Fuck it! Screw this!" My attention was lured back to Gwen as she climbed to the top, now holding the skirt in her mouth.
"The Gophers have won the first challenge!"
"Yes!" I heard her shout, and Heather chuckled. "Crap!" Gwen remarked, and she nervously held her hands in front of her waistline, trying to shield her underwear.
"Good job!" I remarked, and Heather let go of the ropes, high-fiving me.
"Indeed. It was." Heather remarked.
"15 minutes until our next challenge! Take 5 everyone!"

"Gosh, Heather!" I remarked, leaning against the great and throwing my head back. Heather had yanked up everything I had been wearing above the waist, and now she was licking my hot-sauced stained breasts. The impulses sent by her tongue to my skin was amazing, it almost seemed to wash away all responsibilities.
"Oh god, Heather!" I reached down and grabbed her hair, and she planted her hands on my tits, massaging them between her index finger and thumb as she dragged her tongue back up my body, to my neck, and bit down on it, sucking the dried hot sauce off of my body. "Ohhhhhhh…." The moan drifted off, and I rubbed my legs together, my other feminine locations burning with the force of a thousand suns, waiting desperately for the touch of Heather's body.
"What do you think about mine?" Heather asked, pulling back and raising her tube-top and brazier off, revealing her own feminine set of glories. I gasped, they were just short of perfectly rounded, and leaning off the crate, I took the right nipple in my mouth, sucking from it as Heather groaned in satisfaction.
"Yes Lindsey. Ohhh Yessss." Her hissing compliments reminded me of the dream I had all those nights ago, on the beach, and it was seeming to come true now.
"WILL LINDSEY, TRENT, BRIDGETTE, AND GEOFF PLEASE REPORT TO THE KITCHEN? THAT IS ALL!"
Heather groaned. "Danm that host!"
I pulled back. "Well, if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be here." I licked the tips of her breasts one last time, and frowned as she pulled her top down.
"I'll help you get dressed again." She remarked. Her oral cleaning must have gone good, because outside of my Legs, which she didn't bothering licking yet, my torso, collarbone, and neck were all extremely wet from her saliva, and no longer burning in pain.
She stood behind me and pulled my shirt back on over my brazier. "Thanks Heather." I commented. Her hands were on me again, now feeling through my clothes my breasts while her right leg bent around my own, keeping me from escaping. "Heather, I've really got to go."
"I know." She sighed into my ear.
"How about we finish this tomorrow?"
"Okay then. Tonight or tomorrow, unless something ELSE happens." She remarked, and I walked off toward the kitchen.
"Bye Angel!" She called, and I turned around, waving back also. "See you later Angel!"

-Heather's POV-
Having watched the entire challenge that she participated in with Trent and the lovey-dovey couple from the Bass, I was convinced of one thing. Lindsey shouldn't ever cook. Never. Even if she was the more feminine one in the relationship, that is a job that I would have to handle myself.
Now we were down a man, and hoping desperately that this next challenge could be won by us. If not, we would lose.
"And now, the Blind Trapeze. To avoid serious injury, the trapeze has been set up over this pond... which is full of jellyfish. You two will stand blindfolded on the platform until your partners tell you when to jump." Chris explained, a grin the size of the sun smothering his face.
I grabbed the blindfold, slipping it over my forehead as I walked to the ladder, ready to go. "And then…?"
"Then hopefully, they'll catch you. Or that's gonna be one heck of a painful swim." His laughter afterwards was not the most assuring laugh I had heard in my life.
Lindsey was climbing up on the opposite diving board, and she looked confident at least. "Don't miss me Lindsey. Don't you dare miss me!"
"How and WHY would I miss you?" Lindsey asked.
"The same way you put Trent in a Coma."
"Oh, right!" She giggled, and grabbed the trapeze. I slipped the cloth over my eyes. "Ready?"
I could hear her singing something as she swung back and forth, trying to get enough momentum. "Us girls we are so magical. Soft skin those lips so kissable. Hard to resist so touchable. To good to, Deny it! Ain't no big deals it's scuicideee!"
Okay, she was slightly off, but I had heard that song a few times before. I knew what was going on. She was signing to ME! Somehow, she knew how anxious and nervous this had me, even through I had made sure I didn't show it, and she was trying to calm me down with a song. This wasn't exactly the song I would have chosen, but whatever floats the boat.
"Okay Haanah! Jump…NOW!" I springed my body off, and just as soon as my feet started to leave the platform, I heard it. "No! Wait, Don't! Not yet! Heeather! NO!"
I reached out with my hands, the watery abyss of hell's floating demons closing on me. My hands grasped Lindsey's own, and she started to tighten her grip. To late. I couldn't feel her now, and cool water rushed over my senses.
Water swallowed! Struggling! Can't hold breath! ZAP! And everything went black.
-Infirmary-
Lindsey sat Heather down on one of the beds. "Heather? Heather, stay focused. Are you with me? Wake up!" The blonde patted her lover's cheek. "Please Heather, Don't leave me!"
"I have something to remove jellyfish. But it will take sometime." Another electrical pulse rocketed through her body, she jolted, and then the heaving of her chest stopped.
"On second thought." Chef looked at Heather's body, "She seems good as dead to me. Might as well ready a coffin for shipment back to her parents."
"No!" Lindsey called, looking at her peaceful face. "NO!" As Chef Hatchet turned around to deal with bandaging up Courtney's head, Lindsey slammed her hands onto Heather's chest, trying to pump life back into her. "Stay with me! Please!" She kissed Heather's lips forcefully.
Love is a powerful thing. It can bend the rules of the universe, postpone divine judgment, and even bring the dead back to life. Heather's skin suddenly flushed with life again, and the once-deceased female reached up, grabbing the back of Lindsey's head, and inhaling with all her might, then exhaled. Once again, the Queen Bee was alive.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeavvee!" Heather opened her eyes, coughing up some water. "Argghh! Lindsey I told you NOT to drop me!"
"Your alive!" Lindsey wrapped her love life in her arms, cradling Heather's head against her heart.
"Yeah." Heather remarked back, half-snipy, but somewhat confused.
"Huh…? Where am I…?" Courtney asked, sitting up suddenly.
"You're in the infirmary apparently." Heather called back, feeling the top of the jellyfish in her hair. "Hey Chef, got anything for removing jellyfish?"
Chef nodded affirmatively, and held up a large set of metal prongs.
"Good." She clapped her hands. "Let's do this."
Lindsey sat beside the bed as Heather prepared to undergo unsupervised surgery. Even the scream of pain from the antagonist encouraged her, that her love life, despite how fragile life is, was still with her.

Looking back, this chapter was just plain awkward. However, I don't exactly want to strip out the last third of it, despite it's awkwardness.
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