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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! How is everybody? Since the previous chapter caused some confusion, I am posting Chapter Twenty One to clarify things. Three chapters in one week! Lol. Also, and this is rather embarrassing and careless on my part, I realized this blunder when I was converting Chapter 23 (MOST LIKELY WHERE ALL WILL BE REVEALED!): Duncan actually lives in a townhouse, NOT an apartment. It's why there's a built in garage as well as what's unveiled in Chapter Twenty Three. Sorry about that!
I've been advertising the story on Instagram, I hope it works! I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled! I am proud to announce that the first piece of FanArt has been completed! SySaiyan drew this awesome piece inspired by Chapter Three! From the sounds of it, there will be more to come!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE AND HEAVY VIOLENCE
Chapter Twenty Two: Trapped Part One
Duncan shot up, gasping for air, drenched in perspiration. He had no idea as to how long he had been unconscious for, but couldn't believe the state his place was in when he woke up. Broken glass everywhere, furniture ripped apart, all his paintings had holes torn through them and the sculptures were smashed on the floor. The home he had for almost five years was now in complete shambles. It had been a cozy hideaway with Courtney only hours before. Duncan, still dazed, grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check the time.
8:00 pm.
He had been out for nearly three hours! He sprang to his feet and dashed outside. Both doors to the garage were unharmed, who ever it was probably couldn't get the door open without blowing themselves up in the process, which meant his bike and cars were untouched. His bedroom was in even worse condition than his living room, the mattress had been cut open and the bed seemed to be all over the floor. Besides his bike and cars, Bowser and Oreo seemed to be the only other things unharmed, Duncan found them hiding behind the toilet in the bathroom. "Hey, everything's fine, you two." He reached down and pet the two animals to calm their nerves.
Alejandro's gang did this, I know it. Duncan went back into the kitchen, thankful that he had kept his keys on him at all times. He passed by the counter and stopped, looking down to find a note. Cautiously, he picked it up and read it.
If you're still alive, surrender and bring the diamonds to the Tainted Kitty or watch your girlfriend suffer. Alejandro.
The Tainted Kitty, 6:00 pm (While Duncan was still unconscious)
Courtney cursed to herself for leaving Duncan's so late. Traffic had been such a nightmare, and although the rain had stopped, the sky was still dark and foggy. She knew better than to leave at that time! I can't let love cloud my judgment and screw up my priorities!
But… Duncan is so wonderful. I'll have to find a way to compromise with myself somehow. A smile appeared on her face as she walked inside and stopped, looking around. The club was totally dead, all the girls were standing around the stage, Eva and Jo were guarding the front door while Chris was pacing. Did somebody die? Courtney thought, walking up to her boss and former lover.
"Chris, what's going on?" He turned to face her, his eyes were blood shot, he looked sickly and pale. He was about to reply, but then the door started banging loudly. Without delay, Eva and Jo pushed against it with all their might and weight in attempts to ward off the intruders.
Chris gulped, his eyes widened as he watched his strong bouncers struggling. "Girls, I want all of you to go to the dressing room and stay there until I say so." Nobody said anything, the girls looked at him quizzically. He snapped on a glare and an angry tone. "Don't ask any questions, get back there, damn it! Now, now!"
They hurriedly rushed to the back, scattered chatter breaking out between them in a panicked frenzy. "What do you think it is?" Sadie asked.
"I have no idea, maybe Chris is in trouble." Katie answered while Dakota scoffed before replying.
"I wouldn't be surprised, he's so shady!"
Lindsay nodded, agreeing with her Barbie Twin. "And flaky, and pervy!"
Zoey tried to calm the girls down. "Guys, this is serious! What if somebody is after him?"
They all stopped once they got into the dressing room and looked over. The thought obviously hadn't occurred to them, but it was starting to make sense. "I don't know what it is, but we need to stay back here and calm ourselves down before our beautiful faces start breaking out!" LeShawna snapped with a head roll, making the girls crack smiles and relax a little.
"You're right, Shawna." Bridgette said, before turning her head around, looking all over. "Hey, has anybody seen Courtney?"
Courtney was leaned against the wall near the back entrance, where she could see enough to get a small view of the action, but more for the air conditioning vent that would provide her with the entire conversation. She knew she was supposed to go with the other girls, but she had an odd feeling. I think I know who it is, and I'm getting a vibe that it has something to do with Duncan. I hope nothing bad happened to him! The horror of that happening began to creep up within her, but she pushed it aside. Don't be ridiculous, Duncan is going to be fine! If he survived the number I did on him, he can handle those guys. He's practically invincible.
Chris looked extremely petrified as he watched Eva and Jo, he knew they were about to give up. His throat was dry and he was sweating profusely. The door continued to bang for another minute. He gulped loudly. Please don't let me die! I am too young and good looking to go now! Besides, I can't leave Courtney alone. She's all I have, and she needs me as badly as I need her.
The doors finally sprung open, sending Eva and Jo flying backwards to the floor. Alejandro emerged with his two bodyguards behind him. He was seething mad, his face was practically red. Maybe if I play dumb? Chris thought to himself as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and slapped on his signature grin. "Alejandro! Good to see you in the flesh, padre! How's it going, I thought you'd be-" He was cut off by Scott violently grabbing him by the neck, lifting him off the ground. "On your way to Brazil by now." Chris squeaked out before he started coughing.
Eva and Jo jumped to their feet, running to protect their boss, but were stopped when two other henchmen held them at gunpoint. Chris couldn't get a good look at them. One was a gawky kid with black rimmed rectangular glasses, the other guy was scrawny with a faux goatee that wore a beanie, both of their wardrobe selections were miserably outdated. Courtney couldn't get the best look at them either, they were covered by the dark area they were standing in. How his two body builder bouncers could yield to this wimpy duo was beyond her. Defenseless, the girls relinquished and were backed against the wall whilst still held at gun point.
Alejandro walked up to him, tapping his cigar on the floor. He was gritting his teeth, his handsome face twisted up into a nasty scowl, as if he had a thirst for blood and revenge.
"Don't give me the stupid guy façade, you despicable prick. Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to rob me! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM, OR WHAT MY NAME REPRESENTS IN THIS WORLD?! I RUN THE UNDERGROUND BRAZILLIAN MAFIA, THEY BOW TO ME! I COULD HAVE YOU KILLED WITH THE SNAP OF MY FINGERS, YOUR BODY DRAINED ENTIRELY OF IT'S BLOOD, I'D SKIN YOU AND USE YOUR BONES FOR JEWELERY TO SELL ON THE BLACK MARKET. EXCEPT, NOBODY WOULD BUY THE BONES OF A PATHETIC CON MAN, WHICH IS WHAT YOU ARE."
"So you won't kill me? This was all a misunderstanding!" Chris choked out, making Alejandro slap him across the face.
"Yes, counter fit bills for my priceless black diamonds are such a simple misunderstanding. Quit while you're ahead. I won't kill you, if you cooperate. I'm still irritated by what you did, so until then, I'm going to sit back and watch my body guards beat you senseless. It will be very entertaining."
Scott and Ian quickly tied Chris to a chair. From there, they proceeded to beat him up, laughing hysterically while they did it, watching the matchstick man struggle for breath. Courtney had to slap her hand over her mouth to prevent the terrified gasp from releasing through the air vents, and turned her head away from the scene. Watching had become too much a risk for getting caught. The two men from before brought Alejandro the throne chair from Chris' office, which he sat down in, watching the torture fest. For a moment, he was almost proud of them... They were so preoccupied with the beating that Geoff and Tyler walked in unnoticed through the front doors.
The sight of Alejandro's guys roughing up Chris made the two young men very nervous. "Dude, this isn't good. We should bolt while we can!" Tyler whispered to Geoff.
He shook his head. "No way, man! If we do that, we're sure to be killed!"
"Who says you won't be killed even if you didn't run?" They turned around and saw the idiot with the glasses.
"Abbott and Costello have arrived, sir." The moron with the beanie addressed Alejandro. That must be Geoff and Tyler, but where's Duncan? Courtney thought to herself, standing on tiptoe to hear more of the conversation.
The hot headed Brazilian-Latino snapped his fingers. "Bring them to me. If they are uncooperative by any means, nothing is stopping me from doing to them what I did to their friend." He cackled.
"Wait, wait!" Chris begged, the punches ceased momentarily. "What are you talking about?"
Alejandro smirked. "Oh, you know who I'm talking about. Your little friend has probably unlocked Davy Jones's locker by now. If you want, I could send the rest of you there. It's the only way you'll be getting any treasure out of this escapade."
Geoff and Tyler looked at each other, worried. Who else could it have been, if not Duncan? The same thought went through Chris' mind. He spit out blood before asking the dreaded question. "You mean Brady, don't you?" To which he received no answer. Brady, that was Duncan's pseudonym for the heist, that has to be who he's talking about! Courtney silently gulped, her toes aching while the paranoid typhoon began to swirl inside her stomach. "Where is he, Alejandro? Where's the boy?"
Alejandro laughed and stomped his cigar, grinding the ashes into the carpet. "Shrimp, lobster, crabs. He's like the shit at the bottom of the ocean… DEAD."
DUNCAN'S ALIVE! EXCEPT NOW ALEJANDRO HAS FOOLED EVERYBODY INTO THINKING HE'S DEAD! HOW WILL COURTNEY HANDLE THE NEWS? WHAT'S GOING THROUGH DUNCAN'S MIND AFTER READING THE NOTE? ARE CHRIS AND CREW SAFE? HEATHER WILL BE FEATURED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO HER? THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ALMOST FINISHED. AFTER THAT, THERE'S ONLY TWO OR THREE LEFT AND AN EPILOGUE! NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN IS NOW IN IT'S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ON . IT COULD USE SOME LOVE! STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWENTY TWO TRAPPED: PART TWO COMING SOON! THE SUSPENSE IS REALLY BUILDING UP, SO PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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