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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 11 of 26-Lindsey' POV-
"Heather, what's wrong?" I asked, tapping her on her shoulder as we pushed the couch across the expanse of beach.
"Wrong?" She cried through gritted teeth. "Wrong with what?"
"This morning, when Chris flew overhead, you jumped like a scared bee. I didn't like it either, but you were scared. Trembling. Is something wrong?" My lover bit her lip, looking to the side. Right there a camera man was laying on the ground in sniper position, filming us.
"Push HARDER!" LeShawna groaned. "That means YOU scrawny!" I knew that was referencing Heather, and I snapped.
"LeShawna, we can't all be 300 pound eating machines with muscles in our arms out to Paris! SO shut up and GET-PUSHING!"
Everyone stopped, looking at me strange. The cold glares from Gwen and LeShawna felt like ice, but it burned. Owen looked extremely embarrassed and saddened. Thankfully, Trent wasn't here. Still, I wanted to shrink into a hole and never come out.
"Good for you Lindsey." I felt her cold breath on my ear. "Didn't know you had it in you." She remarked, pulling her head back.
"You take that back NOW!"
"NO LeShawna! I've had enough of you pushing us all around. Pushing me around, pushing Beth around, pushing Heather around, pushing Gwen and Trent, pushing Omar!"
"Owen." He remarked.
"SHUT IT! You know LeShawna, If I went to a voting time right now, I'd cast 50 votes for you now, and get you off. You are NOT a team player, and you are NOT-"
"TRENT!"
"AAAAHHHH!" My rage was put on hold as everyone's eyes turned up, and Heather pulled out a spray can of white paint, quickly sketching the outline of a dead man in the sand like she had when the challenge started. I couldn't help but wonder one thing. "Hey, isn't that Trent? What's he doing up there?"
"MOVE!" Gwen and Owen called, and we all started pushing the fold-out couch but we were to far away. "TRENT!" I heard the pale girl call, and he fell…
Right into Heather's spray-painted outline. "Two points." She remarked beside me.
I frowned in disappointment and cringed in pain. While Owen ran over, pulling him out of the hole, I looked at Heather, and she clicked her tongue. "To bad for him."
For some reason, Heather still felt no remorse for him. "Tina, are you okay?" I asked in concern
"I think he has a concussion!" Gwen shouted. "Get the medics!"
"Again? Man, that guy has a thing for concussions!" Owen remarked as the medics ran up to take him away.
"I hope he'll be okay..."
"Who cares Lindsey." Heather remarked, standing next to me and flipping her head. "It doesn't change us, does it?" She wrapped her arm around me, but it felt...colder then usual.

-Heather's POV-
I took Lindsey's hand firmly in my grasp, squeezing it. She complied with the same action, but seemed only half into it. THis caught me off guard, and I looked at her about to ask a question, but she cut me off.
"Is this how you often feel?"
I was caught off guard by the sudden break of my thoughts from the question. "What?"
"Do you often feel this way?"
"What way?" I asked, not being totally sure about what the blonde meant.
"Well…" She looked to the side. "So careless about others, and the pain that they go through. Trent could be dying on us, and you..."
"Yeah." I remarked, walking onward.
"Why don't you care?"
I smirked myself, turning to face my partner. "There are...things that have happened in my life. People have done things, and I have realized that if you are going through life, you shouldn't care about what other's think. Only go for yourself."
"Well I do! I care what other people think Hannah." Before I could even process that, she corrected herself. "Heather. No, Heather. I care about what you think especially!."
"I care about what you think also. But I don't care about anyone else. It's every girl for herself in this world. To find someone like me, your lucky."
Suddenly, a loud noise sounded from the dock. Some type of boat's foghorn. Frankly, that was weird. Elimination ceremony didn't go off until tonight, and supplies to the island had been stockpiled I had assumed.
"I wonder who that is?"
"Let's go find out." I remarked back, but my insides started to shake. Could this be…my Uncle? We started to walk toward the dock, and I separated my hand from Lindsey's.
"What did yo-"
"So that way no one suspects us." I remarked, pointing my right index finger at her, and then back at me. "That we are a couple."
"Oh. Gotcha."
As we walked on, Lindsey tapped me on the shoulder, just before I could get a good glimpse of who it was clambering off on the boat. "Heather, tonight, there's something I found I'd like to show you."
"Save it for tonight then." I said, turning my head from her face once more.
And I was greeted with the nightmare that I had been dreading for two weeks. The man stepped out, looking less Korean then he was. His skin color was two shades darker then my own, and his sideburns stretched down to his chin, terminating in a short beard. His mustache bridged the gap between the sideburns. The man's body build was a bit chunky, and he made a sort of 'plop-plod' noise when his feet landed on the planks of the Dock of Shame.
"My dear Niece Heather, how have you been?" Shit. Beth fucked you up, and fucked you over the coals bad girl. Uncle Jon had just shown up.
"Great." I remarked, trying to sound natural as possible. "This is my alliance member, Lindsey." I remarked, and he offered his hand, shaking my love life's contently. I knew he knew something, his eyes told of a drive for blood thirst.
"Heather, can I talk with you and Lindsey privately? On my boat?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it." A masculine voice remarked, the planks creaking under his weight as Chris McLean walked up, stepping between the gap between Lindsey and I. "Really, I want all conversations recorded. Every conversation on this island."
"Every one?"
"Every last one. Let's go on in girls, see what he wants to talk about." Chris asked, stepping back. He planted his hands firmly on our backs, and pushed us forward, and Uncle Jon opened the door to his house boat, just a bit larger then the Boat of Losers that the Total Drama Losers rode. Behind us a cameraman came up, holding a tripod with a camera mounted on it. Chris insured everyone was inside, and he shut the door.
As the man hooked up the camera and started recording, Uncle Jon offered him a seat, handing him a cigar. "Thanks." Chris remarked taking it, and stuffing it in his mouth. My devious uncle held out a lighter, but Chris shrugged it off. "Nah. I just chew and suck on them."
"Very well. Let's get down to business now, shall we?" My uncle remarked. Lindsey had scooted closer to me, and we all were looking about the small one-room boat. Each wall held patterned paintings, and I could recall from what my uncle had said that drawing living things or real things were explicitly forbidden in the Koran, so such rugs and drawings were quite common amongst this religion. He had his prayer mat out, unrolled and everything, and when my gaze met that, a cold shiver went up my spine. This was probably where he asked for his 'divine guidance' on how to kill Lindsey and I.
"The business is…Marriage." My uncle said, and my head snapped back around. I could of gotten whiplash from that.
"Marriage? Mr. Jon, I'll insure you now, I'm a single man, And I'd like to keep it that way."
"My niece…"
"I will admit that Heather is an attractive female, but there are other females that look better then her, AND she's under-aged. Even if she was 18, 21, whatever like that, she's still just a bit to young for me."
"Mr. McLean." My uncle remarked in harsher tones, and I could see Lindsey shrink back out of the corner of my eye from his raised voice and tone. "The marriage is not about you. I do not marry infidels!"
"Okay, Okay." Chris remarked, rolling the cigar to the other corner of his mouth. "THen what's this all about."
"I made my pilgrimage to Mecca about three weeks ago, like our Holy Book instructs. While there, I had met another young man, roughly her age, that I believe would be a great match for her."
"So you want me to marry them?"
"Hardly. You are an infidel, and only a licensed emam can marry the two."
Two things struck me. One, my uncle was making a lot of this up on the fly. He wanted Chris and the cameraman out of the room. And he was eyeing Lindsey out of the corner of his eye very closely. Very, Very closely.
Lindsey nudged me in the ribs, and I noticed where her blue eyes were pointing. Just beside his prayer rug, was a curved blade, something out of an old Aladdin movie, but thicker in the center, and it's very existence, unsheathed, laying there, ready for use, told me that he was, indeed, here for murder.
"So…what do you want me to do about it?"
"To discharge Heather and Lindsey from the game so I can marry my niece as soon as I get back to Canada, and meet the young man again."
A moment of eerie silence hung over the room, but it was briefly broken in the center by a light cough by the cameraman. "I have two problems with that, and I'll start with the obvious one first." Chris remarked, taking the cigar out of his mouth and rolling it between his index and middle fingers. "Why would you need Lindsey?"
"Mainly because a female, a close friend of the female, is needed to watch the ceremony of marriage and certify it." This was the biggest piece of bullshit I had ever heard. The Koran said nothing about this. At least, I don't think it did.
"I see…Well. That leaves us with our second problem, and most binding. Both of these females, and their legal guardians, signed contracts." Chris pulled out of somewhere two huge stacks of paper. "Mind you, they can only be removed from this game under three conditions. Four if you count death. One is the natural elimination process, Two is the possibility that I eliminate them myself, an option I will rarely, if ever, use. Thirdly is if both of their legal guardians fill out papers, an even thicker stack then this one, saying that they need their child out of the game. Oh, and because of how far along we are this season, even if their parents started filling out the papers now, well, these two girls could make the final two and the papers still not be filled out."
My uncle's face contorted into a dis-pleased frown. I followed where his eyes darted, and they darted to the open blade. He wanted to kill the man, and the cameraman, and then take out me and Lindsey nice and quick. Unbelievably, my torturer for the last few weeks had become my savior, his binding legal notes the only thing now keeping me from mine and Lindsey's death.
"But sir, it is urgent."
"I don't care how urgent it is. If it bothers you that bad, go pray about it." Chris remarked, shooing the jihadist to the prayer rug. My insane uncle frowned, and walked over to it. "Thanks for the cigar." Chris remarked, and my uncle's hand bent down, picking up the sword.
"Chris, I don't particularly like you. Frankly, I don't like your cameraman invading our personal space either, and things I don't like, usually change." Chris sat there, cool as a cucumber, as the man walked forward, dragging his index finger and thumb down the blade's curve. "SO I recommend that you destroy those contracts, and sent these two female off with me. Or we'll see how much blood you can live without before you cry out to Allah and his beloved prophet Mohammed." He remarked, pressing the inwardly curving section of the blade against Chris' throat.
"You realize that every action your taking here is recorded, and being fed live to a system that is recording your every move. And that system is in a building on this Island you couldn't possibly find, and I have a very good associate, with experience in the military by the way, that will hunt you down because, after all, I'm his best friend, and his only real friend in the world." My uncle gritted his teeth. "Secondly, my sudden death when this commercial break ends, which will be in about two minutes…will raise many questions. Thirdly, the good thing about Lawyers is that they make LOTS of copies. I could destroy all the copies on this island, and there are at least 20 more. With Teletoon at their top headquarters, in Montreal, Toronto, and other locations, including my regular house."
My uncle pulled the sword back, and Chris stood up. "If you'll wait until these two are eliminated, then they are, for all I care, your responsibility, and you marry them up with whoever you wish." He remarked. "Heather, Lindsey, you two are vital pieces for this next challenge. I recommend that you get moving." We took this as a sign of freedom, and scampered out.
By the time that I and Lindsey were back in the girl's cabin, and I was watching Lindsey change into a green bathing suit, my head looked out the window. The boat was driving away, and Chris was walking up with the cameraman. "I don't think we'll see him again." I remarked.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Praise the LORD." I remarked, giving Lindsey a peck on the cheek as I walked out. My part of the challenge was coming first, and I was needed there now.

-Lindsey's POV-
I stood by the lake's side, watching as Heather drove the motorboat with extreme efficiency. Harry was being dragged from behind, holding a bunch of flags in his hands as he did. So, did this mean we would win? I wasn't exactly sure about the way it worked.
"Game Over Guppy!" Heather remarked, spinning around in the seat and wrapping her legs around the sides, pulling a pocketknife out of her brazier.
"Victory is I-Huh?" Harry's look of shock was notable by me, and I saw the incident unfold, piece-by-piece. As Heather came swiping down with her knife, a branch came from behind, and it snagged on Heather's back. Slipping up her tube-top, and with it, her brazier. In a sudden turn of events, the love of my life was sitting their on a motorboat thing, starring in shock and puzzlement at what had just happened.
I had seen Heather's breasts before. They were nice and pristine. But it was always in private. Now her breasts were being showed off to somebody other then myself, and it was accidental, and I was shocked.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" After that it was a blur, but Harry was then against a rock, and Heather was gone, as was the thing she had been riding on.
"What happened?" I called out, but no one was really listening to me. Deeper in the woods I could hear Heather's screams. I started to run off, but Chef grabbed my shoulder.
"Okay little lady. Now your turn." I looked at the pair of water-skis reserved for me, and any worries about Heather was pushed out of my mind. Besides, my figure was stunning, dashing. Heather said so myself. If Tyler or Heather could see, they would be proud.
Duncan sat down on the boat, and whistled it off as fast as he could go, jerking me into the mud. With a nice weight shift age, I was now on the surface of the mud. He was pulling me, and I bent down, grabbing the flags as they went past. They looked so nice and pretty, and surely Heather would agree with me there, right? Donnie gave me another tug, and I stood back up, holding five flags and trying to keep my balance. This was fun!
"Duncan, you must return to the starting base!" Chris' voice sounded over the loudspeaker.
"SAYS YOU!" He called back, and with a sudden jerk the vessel moved forward, and I was disconnected. Sailing with the wind in my face and hair, gliding over the water. It was like something out of a movie! And that was when it occurred to me. I won this thing! I got a shower thing!
"Lindsey completes the challenge with all five flags!"
"Sorry 'bout that, Doug! I just really wanted that shower." I called out to him when I finally ran out of speed, stopping on the dock.
"Ugh, whatever."
"Girlfriend, gimme some sugar!" My body was suddenly engulfed by LeShawna's mass.
"Thanks LaShaniqua!" I said back. My entire team, except for Trent and Heather, crowded around, looking so pleased and happy with me. This was going to be marvelous!

-Midnight-Heather's POV-
Lindsey ran her comb through my hair again, and I sighed.
"Heather, I'm really sorry I left you out there! Honest! Chef forced me into it, and I got so involved in the challenge."
"Save it Lindsey. I accept your apology." She remarked. "For the third time. But it's not pleasant running around in the woods, with a hungry bear after you, all the while you have to cover up your breasts from hidden cameras."
"Well, can you agree the scenery is lovely?" I was sitting on the edge of the Island's cliff, her legs dangling over the edge with the full moon right in front of us, shinning brightly. Lindsey was sitting on her knees behind me, braiding my hair with great care, the moon and starlight enough for her to work it out.
"Indeed." I responded, surprising myself slightly at how relaxed my voice was. With my Uncle gone, an Uncle that surely wouldn't come back at least until the end of the competition, I was, in all ways, free, and Lindsey probably felt the same way to.
The two girls shared in their silence, only changing when Lindsey remarked 'done' and the two girls switched under the light of the moon. This was their first 'true' date. Not much, but the bonding between the two was powerful.
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