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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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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
In this entire fic, there are only 5 chapters that I would say read with Caution. This is one of them. But unlike the other four, this one is due to the graphic violent content rather then the graphic sexual content. The song that's motivating me for this chapter: Out to get you by Bloodsimple.
ENJOY, because HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Island-Interlude between episodes 14 and 15-Jon's POV-
The boat's motor calmed down, and I threw the noose out. It latched perfectly onto the dock, and I pulled it in.
I couldn't' get any backup. No one at the mosque wanted to join in. And that was the most irritating part of it all. Ever since I had 'banged' my head and talked to one of Allah's messengers in the land between paradise and here, he told me I was singled out to kill every sinner I knew.
And no one believed me. The infidel doctors said it was a hallucination caused by a brain blockage, and I had them killed. I tried to kill as many violators as possible. The Emam kept trying to use the Holy Book to counter me and make me simmer down, but I knew better. Infidels had corrupted the Koran! I'm sure of it!
Stepping onto the dock, I pulled the curved sword out of it's sheath around my waist. How could I have not known that my very niece had been a sinner? Still, justice needed to be done. And I would carry it out.
The moonlight shined down. The moon was just slightly short of being full. The stars shined bright. Let's make Allah proud.
-Gwen's POV-
The brightness of the moonlight was amazing. The lights of a suburban neighborhood would blot out nearly all of it. I remembered when Trent was here, it was great looking at the stars with him. A cold shiver ran up my spine at the mention of his name. Maybe he was the guy I had been looking for all these years.
And then again, maybe not. Maybe I had never really needed a guy all my life. Izzy was nice enough. Then again, I never put any effort into seeing how she swung. Nervousness was to much.
But this isn't the time to look for love interests. Trent would be here in two days, I could worry about that then. This would just be a good time to sketch the star maps…
And listen to someone sword fighting? I know the sound of blades very well, I had been obsessed with them several years back. Standing up, I looked around.
"…And then the sinners will be killed in Allah's will!" Another hack. The sword was being struck against the trees.
I closed the notebook and slipped the pencil in the ring binding. Walking a little closer to the forest, I tried to see who would be on the island awake at this time at night.
Okay, fine. All of us girls were awake, but they were all in the cabin except for me. And this was a very masculine voice. Slipping between two trees, my naturally dark look kept me pretty well hidden. The man that was talking to himself about murdering was standing in a small clearing. He held a sword, and was hacking at a tree with it. The tree's bark was gouged pretty well.
I could figure out one thing. This guy was crazy.
"My niece and her lesbo will be eliminated! Heather ought to be looking for…"
I slipped backwards. Those two sentences unloaded so many things of information onto me. First, Heather was a lesbian, and either she or her 'lesbian lover' was this crazy guy's neice. And he wanted to kill them both.
Despite how much I HATE Heather, she is a human being. And I hold respect to all human life. Slipping out of the forest, I turned tail and ran. They needed to know. Chris and Chef wouldn't be able to help, they were off the island.

-Heather's POV-
LeShawnna and Bridgette were talking about some type of dietary meal for the 'home girl' to lose some weight. She needed to lose a lot of it.
Running my hands through Lindsey's hair again, I twisted again. I was nearly done with her hair, and she had just insisted that I braid it. For sure, she had a thing for braiding hair. She was still combing mine out, and I could only hope that she wouldn't find any faults with it.
And that was when the door was kicked down. I spun around, still with my hands in the blonde hair as my gaze met with Gwen's as she slid to a stop in the cabin.
"There's a psycho out there! And he wants to kill somebody!"
"Who!" Bridgette asked, standing up and looking in fear. My blood ran cold.
"Not you. Her." Gwen pointed her pale white finger at me. My uncle was back, and there wasn't anyone to protect us.
"What?" I asked, accusingly. "Your joking!"
"Yes. He's coming for you and at least one other person here."
And I saw the look in her eyes, and I knew the gears were clicking in her head. She was putting it together about Lindsey and I. And, my Uncle was on the island.
"Well, Heather! It's YOUR problem! You take care of it!" LeShawna shouted. She grabbed me by the hair and threw me out the door. I landed on my face, spitting out some dirt. Perfect. Just perfect. Lindsey was in there alone with those girls.
Then again, maybe she was safer with them then with me. Light washed back over me as the door opened, and my lover scampered down the stairs toward me. "Heather! Are you okay?"
"Fine enough." A chilly wind blew by through the dead of the night, and the door to the cabin shut. "Lindsey, do you know that guy who showed up in the houseboat a week or so ago?"
She nodded affirmatively. "Well, he's the guy here, and he wants to kill us both." I had to aly it out there. It wouldn't be right to hide anything form her.
"WHY!"
"QUIET!" I hissed, clamping my hands over her mouth. "He's part of the Islamic Religion. Only he's an extremist. Anyone who doesn't agree with his radical ways, he tries to kill them. I don't know why he's not killed my family yet, but that's of no consequence!"
I removed my hands from her mouth, and grabbed her hands firmly. "We have to go." I started to run off, dragging her behind me.
"Wait! Heather! We can't always run from him!"
We were already a large distance away from the cabin, and I slowed. My god, despite being so stupid, she was right. He would hunt us down eventually. We had to take a stand against him.
And that would mean we would have to kill him. That prospect wasn't that pleasing. She looked at me in desperation, and I sighed.
"We need to hide first."

-Lindsey's POV-
We were hiding in the communal bathrooms. I wanted to take a bath, I had fallen twice while running. And yet Heather wanted me to stay quiet in this dark place, lights off while she peered through the slightly open door. That means she wanted me to take NO baths.
"Here he comes!" She said, and she walked backwards. I began shaking, it was cold in here.
And the door swung open. The figure turned the light on with one hand, the other holding a circular object. It wasn't her uncle! It was Gwen, holding a cast iron skillet!
"Gwen! Are you here to take a shower?" Heather kicked me in the shin and I bit my lip.
"No. This crazy guy is your problem, but I might as well give you some kind of help with him. But let me guess. You two are lesbians?"
"Nooo." I said. "We come from Canada just like you! We're not from this Island of Lesbo!"
Heather and Gwen both gritted their teeth.
"Don't answer then." She remarked. "But if he wants to kill you, the first rule of surviving against crazies would be to kill him first."
I cringed. I…I would have to kill someone?
"I know that. But do you think I want blood on my hands!" Heather asked, holding her hands forward. I never noticed how well she had sculpted her nails.
"Either his or yours. Take your choice." She held out the pan. Hannah reluctantly grabbed it, and Gwen turned around. With her back facing us, she finished. "Will you kill him? If you will, I'll bring him here and let you get it done with. Otherwise, I'll just say I had no idea on what happened here."
I looked at Heather. Her face had contorted to something I had never seen her be before. Afraid. Afraid for her life. Unlike what LeShaniqua had said, she did have a soft side.
"Yes." Her voice was quivering as she said that. "Yes. I'll kill him!" She said a little bit louder.
"I'll lead him here. I'll leave you two to doing it." She walked out, shutting the door behind her. Heather turned to me, and held the frying pan out to me.
"What?"
"When he comes in, I need you to hit him in the head with this."
"But…That would hurt!"
Heather had removed her mask of fear and replaced it with cold determination. That look always scared me. "Do it."
"I don't want to kill someone!"
"Fine. I'll kill him. But YOU'LL need to hit him with the pan." She walked over to a door under the sink, pulling out an old hairdryer that had ripped at the cord. Following that was the duct tape. What was she doing?
The door swung open, and I readied myself to hit him. But Gwen stepped in rather, panting.
"I told him you were here. He'll be here shortly."
"You know Gwen, your acting extremely kind."
"I know what it's like to want to save your life." She remarked.
"Lindsey! Get ready!"
I held up the pan, and the door swung open.
The man that walked in smiled wickedly at Heather. "Why, my dear niece. Judgment has come!"
I swung the pan, closing my eyes. I heard a loud metal 'CLANG' and he dropped to the floor, his sword landing beside me.
"Thanks Lindsey."
"I'm scared."
"Don't worry about it." Heather and Gwen grabbed him by his wrists, and dragged him toward the sink.
"Your going to electrocute him?"
"I'm going to kill him." My lover answered her, and the other girl chuckled.
I watched intently as they took the duct tape and wrapped it around his wrists…and the faucet head. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kill him Lindsey. We'll be able to live in peace."
I was confused as how this would do it, and why she was okay with Gwen knowing about us.
"I don't want to see."
"Then turn and look away." They remarked at the same time. Heather plugged the Hair-dryer in, and laid it into the sink that he was taped to.
"Turn on the water when I say to." Heather remarked. Gwen nodded, and then he started waking up.
"You…attacked me." He said, moaning in pain from the hit I delivered to him earlier.
And then Gwen turned the cold water on. His hands got wet, and the water fell onto the broken hair-dryer. Before long the sink was filling up with water, and he began jerking.
Jerking. He was being shocked! He screamed 'ALLAH AHKBARRRRRR' And I turned my face. He began screaming high and pierced now, and I closed my eyes, trying to distract myself from the events unfolding.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" And then it went silent. I though it was over. Turning around, I looked at the scene.
And I ran out the door from what I saw. He was still laying there, taped to the faucet. The hairdryer was now unplugged, and blood was oozing out of his mouth. My feet flew over the ground, and I finally stopped by a tree, away from the washrooms.
Tears. I couldn't help but cry. They killed him! Heather, my Heather, had killed someone! Collapsing to my knees, I continued crying and crying in fear. If she did that to him…what might she do to me?
This was the doubt. The doubt in what had been one of the strongest bonds on this island. And doubt eventually splits everything.

-Heather's POV-
While Gwen pulled up the ax and heaved at the bottom of the boat again, I sneered. I had to work with HER? Just to cover up my insane uncle's death.
Speaking of which, his body lay there, on his prayer mat. Propping the heavy, very heavy log on the side of the boat, I groaned and wiped some sweat off my brow.
"No girl should have to work this hard at midnight!"
"You want Chris to find out about this nut job? No. So keep rolling the logs here."
As much as I hated her, I had to admit, she was had a great idea. Weigh down one side of the boat, make a few holes in the hull, and let the tipping of the boat, along with the water rushing him, remove his existence off the face of the earth.
And It made me feel sick. I hadn't seen Lindsey since she ran off, probably in fear. If I couldn't stomach this, considering my stomach was feeling worse now then it had after the disgusto eating challenge, then how was Lindsey taking it?
My glance landed on Gwen again. She chopped a hole in between two logs on the side of the boat again. Water was seeping in, but we wanted this thing gone as soon as we could get it done. My back…was…killing me!
"Gothie, don't you think the boat is tilted enough?"
"No." She remarked. "If your to weak, I could get the rest of the logs…" She put emphasis on the word weak. Weak I was not. Fatigued form the mental stress, yes. With a very dis-satisfied grunt, I walked out again, going to the middle of the woods where the heavy logs that had been cut down, probably by Chef, were laying. Sure, they wouldn't notice a missing log or two, but 15? They were bound to notice that!
I could only hope that it wouldn't come out until we were leaving the island. By that time the little fishes would have made mincemeat of my uncle's corpse, and the water sediments, in Gothie's own words, would of covered the boat up well enough that you should only see it if you were looking for something.
With another heave, my mind turned strategic again. My uncle was gone, yes. The full realization and relief of that probably wouldn't hit until tomorrow. Regardless, I still would want to keep my relationship with Lindsey and I secret. I had no clue how many friends my crazy, deceased uncle had been told about us.
Regretfully, Heather didn't know that her uncle didn't even have friends.
So we'll have to, again, remove those who know. Gwen will have to leave the game as soon as I can eliminate her. But…that won't be enough. What's to keep her form talking to TV on interviews and things like that? No, I'd have to hurt her. Hurt her so bad that she'll be submissive.
That was easier said then done. Gwen was a pretty closed off female. She never seemed to have any truly weak point. Physically hurting her would be stupid, and the idea of physically hurting another human being made her stomach churn again.
Ugh. Gothie would pay for this. The way to cause it though was going to the biggest problem. I couldn't use Bridgette or LeShawna. I needed the formers vote and the latter would be hard to maneuver and manipulate in any way.
Thinking of Bridgette called my attention away for a moment. I knew that she was extremely athletic, and friendly. Such would be my greatest enemies. If I couldn't get her vote shortly, I'd have to make 'short' work of her. Again, it provided a vote lack. There were 5 girls and 4 boys. I needed three more votes.
And that was ridiculous to ask for. I could call Owen over anytime, and maybe ally with Duncan…Geoff and Trent were to motivated by their love interests.
So at this point my only hope would be to be in the right zone with everyone until we at least were down to 7 or 6 competitors. That would be hard.
Pushing another log into the boat, Gwen suddenly ran out and grabbed my arm, trying to yank me away. I let go of the log, and it rolled into the boat on it's own will.
"We've got to go now!"
"What? Is he alive!"
She stared at me for a moment, before I realized the boat was already tipping.
"No. I misaimed an Ax strike. It's going down! NOW!"
It wasn't titled to much, so we were able to jump off the rising side and to the safety of the dock. Turning around, the boat slowly revolved onto it's left side, the bottom of it facing us.
So long Uncle. Enjoy your 72 virgins. I sadistically thought.
The front end lifted up, and it went down, bottom first. As the nose submerged under the water, a large 'GLUMP' sound sounded, and followed afterwards was a slight vortex as water swirled to fill the void the air left as it escaped.
And then, it was calm. The ship was at least 90 feet down, at least, Chris said the lake here was 90 feet deep. No one would ever suspect.
Gwen walked off without a word. My stomach back flipped again from the day's events. I had no clue if I'd be able to sleep after this. And…I'd need to find Lindsey and try and make good with her.
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