AN: Well, here it is! Let me know if I portrayed your character wrong, and I'll try and fix it! Also, besides your own character, leave in the review which character is your favorite! Y'know, just gotta make some people happy that they have a good idea for a character. Anyway, without further adieu, here it is!

Welcome to Paspinêw Island!

The sky was dark, and rain poured down onto an island below. The storm was raining down on the left side much more than the other, almost ominously.

The island had been written off of almost all maps for the series of 'curse' activity going on around it. On the right of the island was a large graveyard, almost suiting that fog took up the area.

Further to the right was another smaller island, holding a tall unused lighthouse, with a small bridge with a walkway connecting to a door, which, on the inside, would lead up to the top of the tower.

A dock sat in the water, almost looking like it didn't want to be disturbed. At the end, was a dock leading to a gravel path, leading to a large wooden cabin, much better than the season one, four, and five cabins, although only one of them.

To the right, the gravel path abruptly stopped almost as the fog on the right hit. On the dock stood a tall lanky pale man with dirty-blond hair.

The man held an umbrella over his head, blocking the rain from hitting his head. He had a small smirk, and mischief glistening in his gray eyes. His hair drooped over his left eye, prompting him to push it out of his way. He was a thin man, his cheekbones only slightly visible.

In some cases, you could consider him a walking skeleton.

He was wearing a large trench coat over a black button-up shirt and a red and white striped tie. He was wearing dark blood red suit pants, and nice black dress shoes.

"My name, is Clifford Lane, and I'm here to drop the next season of the hottest reality TV shows on the planet since McLean's departure three years ago!

"I plan to surpass the never to be spoken of Ridonculous Race. This season, we have been granted the permission from the government themselves after years of persuasion to do what this show should have done all those years ago.

"The pain, the misery...the death...

"All too perfect to ignore. Each contestant is on their way to Paspinêw Island, and ready to compete. Not for money, oh no. But the most important factor of all:

"Their own life.

"So, stick around for the first episode of our greatest elimination game on the planet, this is Total Drama Zenith!"

Theme Song

The rain continued to pour down, even miles out from the mystery island, where a large cargo plane was flying in. A Boeing C-17 Globemaster III, to be precise.

In the pilot seat was an ex-soldier, his gloved hands carefully flying the plane in the correct direction. He was the only one of the 26 total passengers to be armed with a pistol hooked in his belt.

He wore a white tan-ish military uniform, with long black boots. His black hair was graying at the sides, but he didn't care for it. He wasn't to be described as an attractive man by any means.

He appeared to be his his mid-fifties, judging from his skin and sharp cheekbones.

To his right, his temporary co-pilot, was an eighteen year old teen. He wore a plain red t-shirt, his unzipped black hoodie covering a portion of it. He didn't look too professional with the pilot there, considering his ripped blue jeans, and rundown black shoes.

He was thin, but he had no visible traces of muscles through his clothing. In fact, the only thing he seemed to really care for was his blond hair that he combed prior to working along.

Behind the metallic door behind them, the twelve contestants sat on long benches, facing each other...their competition.

On the left of the plane was a girl with dark, brown hair, reaching down to her waist. He was almost obvious she had been wearing makeup. Her brown almond eyes scanning the cellphone in her hand, which, unfortunately, went out from the no amount of reception in the area. She sighed in annoyance, pocketing it into her white jeans.

Elsie - The Internet Beauty Guru

She turned to her left to see a chubby boy with an afro. She practically vomited, noticing all of the pimples on his face. And his clothes definitely weren't helping either. His dark red hoodie, and gray sweatpants.

She swallowed, tapping him on the shoulder, earning his attention. The boy looked at her, and a wide grin spread across his face.

Eduardo - The Wannabe Charmer

"Have you seen my videos on WatchTube? They'll definitely give you tips on washing your face and getting rid of those pimples." Elsie told him.

The entire remark caught Eduardo off guard, but quickly kept his smile, that only quickly grew into one of complete awkwardness.

"No, should I have?" Eduardo asked, scooting slightly closer.

Elsie shrugged in response as Eduardo unsuspectedly wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

"Why don't me and you talk about it?"

Elsie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing around the plane.

On the opposite side of the plane, a girl was standing on the bench in pink high-heels, already seeming as a bad idea. She wore blue jeans above her heels, and a green sweater if her chest. Her brown hair flowing down her back.

Krystal - The Crazy Chick

The boy next to her stared up at her, his eyebrow cocked. He wore a white button-up shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and light khaki pants, and finally, light gray boat shoes.

Jack - The Polymath

"The benches are used for sitting." He told her calmly, yet somewhat sarcastically.

"Everybody betrayed me! I'm fed up with this world!" She screamed, earning looks from several of the other contestants.

Before Jack could respond, Krystal fell off the bench, and to the floor, and posed as if she were dead.

Across the plane on the other side sat two people, one of them being a well dressed man with a tall hat, with two, almost lifeless eyes.

The girl next to him had an athletic build to her with an hourglass frame. Her white hair had been styled into a wild mane-like mess, and two bangs at the sides of her face, covering her ears. A golden crescent moon shaped brooch sat in the left side of her head.

Irina and Nebiros - The Creepy Puppeteer

Across from her, another teen spun a pencil along his finger tips, blueprints in his lap. His blond hair had been styled into horns.

Dylan - The Architect

Dylan looked over at the boy next to him, who wore a blue shirt and tan jeans. But what stuck out the most about him was his brown combat boots.

Jace - The Hidden Villain

"And I though the pirate was weird." Dylan rolled his eyes, and prompted a snicker from Jace.

The pirate, to who Dylan had referring to, was a fellow contestant dressed in an all red pirate uniform.

Ted - The Pirate

Ted was chatting with a thin African American girl. Her black hair was cut short and curled up on the left side of her head, with the right been shaved off entirely, with the ends of the tips dyed yellow. Freckles ran across her nose and a scar over her right eye. Two earrings were in her right ear.

Jewel - The Spectrum Meme

"Aye, so what do ye say to joining Captain Ted's crew?" Ted asked her, talking in a pirate accent.

"Pirates are really cool…" Jewel thought out loud. "I'll think about it."

"Then think you shall, and I hope to ye I get an answer from my future first mate!"

On another bench sat two boys, one of them thin with shaggy blond hair, going to his neck in a cowlick. He wore a blue, gray, and black striped shirt with a hoodie, along with blue jeans, black sneakers, and glasses.

Kevin - The Autistic Sweetheart

He glances at the boy next to him, and looks away, seemingly shy to start up a conversation with him. He caught his outfit easily enough.

A mustard yellow, cropped, long sleeved shirt, black high waisted denim shorts, and checkered slip-ons.

He could easily tell that he wasn't heterosexual.

The boy had mediumly tanned skin, and his curly dark brown hair stopped just above his eyebrows.

Mickey - The Teenage Child

Unbeknownst to Kevin, Mickey too looked slightly at him. The only thing he could wish for was that he could make a friend that would understand him. And not only that, but actually try to talk to someone.

But this plane ride already set reality in enough for him.

Across from Mickey sat another boy, this one wearing a short brown haircut. He wore black shoes, and a pair of tan slacks, and finally, a light blue t-shirt and a green sweater vest.

Timothy - The Ultra Positive Guy

The seventeen year old looked excited for the show, despite not having a clue about what lay ahead.

"This is gonna be great!"

"For you, I'm not supposed to be here."

Emily - The Unpredictable Loner

Emily had a tanned light brown skin color, and one of the only ones on the plane. Her black wavy hair cut down to her shoulders, except for one particular strand that covered her right eye.

She could definitely be seen as attractive with her look, but her clothing was the element that may throw some of that away. She wore a black dress, her dark blue leggings torn at the knees, and glasses positioned over her eyes.

"Why's that?" Timothy asked, eyebrow raised.

Emily crossed her arms. "My sister tricked me. That's all you need to know."

Timothy nodded, a grin formed on his face. "I totally see that!"

"Well, do you know how long I've waited to be on this show?"

Lizzy - The Drama Queen

Lizzy had overheard the conversation and decided to add a bit of her own into it. The girl had long blonde hair with a red head band. She had blue eyes, and her ears were pierced. Lizzy was wearing a pink t-shirt, and a purple bracelet over her left arm, and tan pants, along with white shoes.

"I've been wanting to be on this show for the longest time!" She exclaims, bending her elbows to form her arms in a 'V' formation.

Timothy rose his hand, and she accepted the opening, high-fiving him.

Across the plane sat a rather tall girl with blue eyes, and wavy Ruby red hair. She was wearing a blue sundress with white heels and a blue sun hat, and generally just seeming relaxed.

Marisa - The Genki Blogger

Next to her was another male teen, this one having messy platinum blond hair, almost white. His left eye is a color green, and his right a stormy gray. He was wearing a leather jacket with a green t-shirt and faded blue jeans.

Travis - The Bipolar Flirt

Travis looked over at Marisa curiously. "Your hair looks like fire," earning Marisa's attention, "because it's hot."

Marisa giggled a bit, and Travis offered a charming smile.

Across from them, two people say by themselves. A male African American with short dark hair, and has a goatee and mustache. Two scars could be seen on his neck, and has the average body size, but a slightly chubby stomach.

Jerome - The Noble Demon

The girl, however, has a long flow of brown brushed hair, just long enough to reach her shoulders. She wears a white button-up dress shirt and a black skirt, dark green lines running down the sides. A red and black checkered flannel had been tied around her waist.

Jade - The Savant

Jade was reading from a book, Jerome casting glances ever-so-often. His lips would turn up at the sound of her speaking slightly. "Interesting."

Completely unexpectedly, she looked at him. "Have you read this?"

Jerome formed a scowled expression, his eyes narrowing at her. "Don't talk to me."

Jade sighed, looking back at her book. "As you wish." She muttered.

Without warning, the metallic door was thrown open, and the two men stepped out.

Graves - The Merciless Gravedigger

Brendan - The Intelligent Introvert

Outside the plane, a storm was raging on. Lightning struck, striking the wing of the plane, prompting Lizzy to let out a scream.

"Oi! Listen up!" Graves shouted as Brendan pulled a net through the door, holding enough parachutes for the contestants.

"We're heading over land just as I speak! You grab a parachute, strap on, and jump! Any questions?"

Mickey rose his hand, but Graves ignored him entirely. "Good!"

Gripping a lever on the side door, Graves turned it open. Before anyone could realize what just occurred, the wind tore the bolts from the door, tearing off the door entirely, sending it to the ground below.

Brendan walked down the left benches, handing in parachutes to the contestants, some of them fearing for their lives much more than others.

Finally, he reached a slender boy, his shaggy hair was either styled the way it was from the lightning, or just because it already was. Freckles appeared to be on his cheek.

He was wearing a gray wool hoodie and baggy blue jeans.

Hunter - The Kleptomaniac

Brendan handed out the parachute, to which Hunter gripped his hand, pulling him closer to him. "This is safe right?" He asked fearfully.

Brendan made a type of face, and promptly pried his arm away from Hunter, walking to the next person and handing in the parachute.

As soon as Brendan was out of eye view, Hunter smirked, pulling out a watch.

The girl next to him watched him, her eyebrow raised, though slightly amused. She wore a blue shirt and a white coat, black pants and brown shoes. A heart shaped necklace was wrapped around her neck, her dyed pink hair sweeping down over her neck, as if trying to protect it.

Roxie - The Pharmacist

Hunter glanced at the necklace, then up to Roxie's face. "That's a nice necklace." He spoke.

Roxie smiled a bit in return. "My dad gave it to me."

Hunter frowned a bit at hearing that, looking down at the watch in his hand, deep in thought.

The rain was pouring into the plane now due to the missing door. Graves has been calculating the jump time ever since the door was flung into the dark sky.

There were a few contestants sitting on the bench close to the door that were not pleased by the rain. Only one of them a male, and lightly tan one at that. His messy black hair made him stand out along with his blue eyes. He had broad shoulders, a definite muscular build with freckles running along his face. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and black trousers, not the best attire for the location they had been headed.

Alexei - The Optimistic Hiker

"I hope it won't always be like this!" He shouted over the wind entering the plane, allowing his voice to be heard.

"I heard there is a theory where an American president can control the weather!" A female voice shouted as well.

She was a girl, a rather short one at that. She had black hair tied back into a bun, a purple highlight streaming from a small section. Her bright green eyes seemed to rival Alexei's blue ones. Pale freckles ran across her nose area, and purple earrings in her ears, a camera slung around her shoulder was blowing in the wind.

She was wearing gray jeans and white sneakers, a black shirt and a picture of the green clichè alien image on it, a red hoodie over her arms.

Chloe - The Conspiracy Theorist

"That's an actual theory?" Alexei asked over the sound of the wind, completely shocked. Chloe nodded.

"I know! Isn't it ridiculous?"

Brendan walked past them, dropping two parachutes at their feet, to which they quickly reached for and grabbed hold of.

Next to Chloe was another female, a confident smirk plastered across her face. She was a muscular woman with blonde frizzy hair, presumably from the wind. She was wearing a collared beige shirt, and forest green capris tennis shoes.

Daisy - The Girl Scout

As she strapped the parachute to herself, she was thinking aloud. "It's a good thing I earned my parachute badge last month!"

"You went skydiving?" Timothy assumed, "That's so cool!"

"Please don't eavesdrop on other people!" Daisy snapped in response, but Timothy's smile didn't falter.

"We're heading over the island!" Graves shouted, bringing the contestants' attention back to him.

"Note of advice!" He continued, "Don't land on the western side of the island!"

The first contestant to stand with her parachute strapped to her back looked as if she might freeze as soon as she touched the island below. She was wearing a red t-shirt that exposed a section of her stomach, showing quite fit abs. She wore black tight sport pants, reaching her ankles, and red and white sport shoes. A red fingerless gloves was on her left hand, and a black bicep band on her left arm. Her brown haired ponytail reached her shoulder blades, and was quite a slender girl.

Erica - The Freerunner

"Let's do this!" She shouted.

Within seconds, Erica ran from her spot on the bench, and jumped out of the plane to the island below, yelling with adrenaline as she flew down.

Graves turned to look at the remaining, shocked contestants. "Get a move on!"

Jace ran to the door, and jumped out with a scream, practically unable to see from all the rain.

"A dead man tells no tales!" Ted shouted, confirming that he was going to jump.

Marisa stood up and ran past Ted. "Let's go!" She shouted.

She reached the door quickly, and jumped out of the plane with a yell of excitement.

Graves smirked slightly, before a cold stare washed over the remaining contestants still on the plane.

Just that stare made nearly all of the contestants make a run for the exit, leaving only Mickey that has yet to jump.

Brendan cast Mickey a disapproving stare, strapping on his own parachute, and jumping out after the others, leaving Graves and Mickey behind.

"Well, kid! You either die here, or you live to tell the tale! I know which one I'd rather pick!" Graves shouted over the wind, aware that the plane was now nearing the ground, he jumped out.

Tears formed in his eyes, and he raced to the edge of the door as quickly as he could, which wasn't saying too much due to his height being only a few feet taller than Chloe.

He saw the island down below, only barely, and he made his decision.

Mickey jumped out of the plane as it continued to soar on past the island, sailing overhead.

The rain was coming down hard, effectively changing course of Jack's steering on his parachute, annoying him greatly.

Irina was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the human sized puppet, Nebiros.

Down on the dock below, Clifford Lane couldn't help but smile at the sight of all of the 24 contestants sailing down onto the land below. Oh, it was going to be fun!

He shifted his umbrella slightly, allowing to see all of the contestants soar down from the sky that never seemed to stop raining.

Clifford watched one contestant specifically. She had torn herself away from the group, doing a slow, but giant circle around the area to come down from behind the new host.

Erica expertly turned her parachute, and faxed herself in a downward position, allowing the wind to push her down towards the soil below.

Adrenaline rushed through her body, allowing her feet to make contact with the ground first, she unhooked her parachute, doing a roll over her front, dropping the parachute behind her, and quickly stood to her feet, and sprinted down the dock where Clifford had watched.

"I must say that you are definitely impressive in person." Clifford complimented, noticing that Erica's wide grin was as wide as it was in her audition video.

He turned his head to look up at the sky, the contestants coming closer to the land. Brendan and Graves were flying in expertly. Graves was the first to touch the edge of the dock, dropping his parachute to the wooden boards, he marched to Clifford.

Brendan landed on the dock next to Erica, keeping his eyes on the contestants in the sky.

Krystal flew in with an excited scream, but much shorter to the dock, she slammed into the edge of the dock before she could relocate herself, and quickly found herself plummeting into the water.

Graves, acting quickly, bent down to his knees and drove his hand into the water, pulling the girl up by her collar.

The contestants floated to the dock, one by one. Except for Mickey, who, due to his late jump, he failed to stop himself, and slammed into the dirt.

Brendan rolled his eyes and walked over, pulling the boy to his feet, and pushing him onto the dock, where the contestants had gathered.

Clifford scanned over the contestants he brought in, silently determining which contestant would last longer than the other.

Finally he spoke to all of them. "Welcome to Paspinêw Island, your home for the next eight weeks."

A few of the contestants looked unsure with the island, but only one of them spoke up.

"In a graveyard?" Emily asked in disbelief.

Clifford shrugged, still holding his umbrella. "This island was chosen for several reasons. And one of them being the interesting history about this place."

"What's that?" Jace asked, speaking up.

A small smile stretched across Clifford's face. "I'm afraid you'll have to see for yourself." He reached into his pocket and produced a piece of paper.

"This season, three teams will be competing for the ultimate prize. These teams were randomly selected by me." Clifford told them, looking at the list.

"Team one will consist of Mickey, Jewel, Roxie, Ted, Daisy, Travis, Hunter, and Emily." The said contestants grouped together away from the others. "From now forth, your team shall be known as the Phantom Phoenixes."

Ted rolled his eyes. "Such a stupid name for a pirate and his crew, host man! Ye shall change the name to 'Captain Ted's Pirate Crew'!"

Clifford stared unamused at the pirate before continuing. "Team two consists of Lizzy, Alexei, Elsie, Chloe, Kevin, Dylan, Eduardo, and Marisa. You shall be known as the Venomous Vipers.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful team." Eduardo grinned, casting a wink at Chloe, who rose an eyebrow.

"And the final team consists of Erica, Jerome, Krystal, Jace, Timothy, Jade, Irina, and Jack. You shall be known as the Carnivorous Claws."

"Claws?" Irina asked in confusion, speaking for the first time since she boarded the plane.

"Would you rather it be a crane bird?" Clifford asked, folding the list away in his pocket.

"But Carnivorous Cranes would be so cool!" Krystal complained, earning annoyed looks from Jerome, Jace, Jack, Jade, Erica, and Irina.

"Your resting quarters for this season is in there!" Clifford told them, pointing at the two-story cabin at the end of the gravel path at the end of the dock. Timothy, Mickey, Kevin, Jade, and Daisy started for the cabin until Clifford interrupted them.

"Get settled in because in one hour, marks the beginning of your first challenge. I hope you brought your swimsuits."

A few of the contestants looked alarmed at this, but Jade voiced their opinions.

"In this weather!?" She asked in disbelief, looking up at the dark sky as it continued to pour down rain.

"Correct." Clifford replied simply, a sly smile coming across his features. "But if you don't have anything, Brendan stocked the drawers."

The contestants began their trek to the cabin, and a dark smile stretched across Clifford's lips as he walked towards the edge of the dock.

"Well, there is our 24 contestants. Quite a list of individuals, and a group of strange teens on strange teams. Who do you think is going to be the first one to die? We'll both just have to wait and find out when we return on Total! Drama! Zenith!"

As the show faded out, somewhere down south, another event had occurred.

A man with a bushy mustache slammed his coffee down on a table, spilling the liquid over the counter. He was shocked at what lay in front of him. He was a police detective, but why did they bring a member of the deceased to him specifically.

The younger man with a bowl haircut grabbed the zipper on the body bag, and began to drag it down with his gloved hand, slowly revealing the deceased man in the bag.

His eyes gleamed with a lifeless, terrified glow. Judging from his messy black hair, it seemed that he was just in a fight. And unless he had been growing a beard before he died, he needed a shave, and badly at that.

"We ran an analysis." The forensic spoke, looking over a tablet in his hand, reading a profile of the victim. "He was born in Canada, it seems, visiting New York. CCTV cameras captured him leaving his flight. Apparently he had some sort of meeting."

The man nodded, signifying him to continue.

"You may have heard of him. His name is Chris McLean, a reality TV host."

That caught him off guard. "Why would someone kill a reality TV host?" He asked, rubbing his gray mustache. The forensic simply shrugged.

"Canadians." The mustache man scowled, placing his fists on the counter. "They're sick bastards. They're killing minors on international television. Fucking minors!"

"Do you think this is tied to that?" The forensic asked.

"Of course I do! It's too big of a coincidence!"

"Coincidence?" The forensic asked, looking up at the man. "How is it a coincidence?"

The man sighed, and tilts his head up at the forensic. "I have a gut feeling that these two things are tied somehow."

The forensic rolled his eyes. "You're kidding, right? When it's a murder case, don't expect it to be bigger than what it actually is!"

The detective stood up straight, nodding his head slightly. "You make a good argument."

He glanced down at the tablet the forensic held in his arms, and then quickly back up to his brown eyes. "How did he did?"

"Knife stabbings. Seven knife stabbings. We think it may have been a mugging gone wrong, but there isn't any CCTV to backup that theory.

The detective looked over McLean's deceased body.

"Where are the stab marks?"

The forensic gulped, reaching for the zipper, and pulled it down as far as he could. No markings of any kind were on the body. That was when the forensic flipped him onto his back, seven giant cuts where a knife most definitely had been.

He wondered what it must've felt like, feeling the shark pierce of metal enter his body, tearing through layers of skin, and ripping back out. And then the process continued six more times?

Put it simply, people are sick.

"Where did they find him?" The detective asked, taking his eyes off the body's wounds.

"An alley in New York. A dumpster, actually. He definitely hadn't died right away, he was still warm when he was found. Apparently the civilian called an ambulance, but by the time it arrived he was already dead."

The detective went over the details in his head. "This is not a mugging. This was murder."

The forensic nodded in agreement.

"You said he was heading to a meeting, correct?" The detective reminded, looking back over at the forensic.

"Yeah, that's correct."

"Is there any information about the meeting?"

Again, the forensic shook his head, and the detective looked back at the body of Chris McLean. "Let's get to work, then."

The three teams stood at the edge of a small cliff, everyone was wearing their swimming suits except for Ted, who was wearing his normal pirate outfit. The rain was coming down, not as hard as it was earlier.

Clifford walked past the three teams, one handed folded behind his back, and his second holding up his umbrella, blocking the rain from hitting him.

"Your first challenge is simple!" He started, reaching the edge of the cliff, and turning around to face the teams. "Six glass puzzle pieces lie underwater. Simply retrieve them and put them in the correct order to create your team's logo.

"It's as easy as that."

"Piece of cake." Dylan scoffed.

"Doesn't it sound that way?" Clifford remarked, smirking slightly. "All in all, I think it depends how well you can see underwater. You know, when you can ignore the coming waves."

Dylan opened his mouth again, but it was covered by Lizzy's hand. "How about you just stop talking, okay hun?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

"Your challenge begins now." Clifford concluded, stepping out of the way of the cliff.

Almost without thinking, Erica ran for the cliff, and dived off as the first diver for the Carnivorous Claws.

"You got this, Erica!" Timothy cheered atop the cliff, next to Jade, Krystal, and Jerome.

The Phantom Phoenixes stood atop the cliff, and Daisy was the one who had been looking down into the water.

"Okay, I've been with the girl scouts for ten years, therefore I believe that I should be in charge here." She announced to her team.

Ted seemed to disagree, walking up. "I disagree, fellow crew mate! But for now, I suggest I, Captain Ted to lead our team to the treasure. And to do that, we sacrifice our most expendable crew member!"

Before Daisy could retaliate, Ted grabbed Mickey by the arm, and brought him to the cliff. "Ye'd better get our treasure, argh!" He yelled at him, and pushing him off the cliff into the water below.

The Venomous Vipers had Eduardo attempting to lead the team. "Being the most talented person on our team, I nominate myself as your gracious team leader." He offered, flashing a horribly fake smile.

Chloe and Elsie shared unsure glances as Dylan rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, you don't have any skills to lead a team!" Dylan argued, crossing his arms.

Keeping his temper in check, Eduardo bowed to Dylan. "If you'd like, I'm all ears for a magnificent team leader."

Confessional: Dylan

"If it isn't obvious enough, I can see right through his charade. Modeling a strategy after someone isn't a good idea, moron!"

"We need a diver!" Dylan ordered, scanning the small group of his team.

"I'll do it!" Alexei rose his hand, running for the edge if the cliff, and diving off.

"Good." Dylan smirked, looking back at his team. "Do we have any other volunteers?"

Down in the water below, Erica was swimming, keeping her eyes peeled, and ignoring the waves splashing above her. She noticed a distraught Mickey in the water...wait...why wasn't he moving?

Thinking on pure instinct, Erica spun around in the water, aiming her foot at the ledge of a nearby rock, and shot off. Extending her arms in front of her, she grabbed hold of Mickey's small form, and swam up to the surface, holding him in her arms.

A cheer could be heard as Alexei resurfaced, a green glass puzzle piece in his hand, but he stopped cheering almost as soon as he saw the unconscious Mickey.

Kicking her feet quickly, Erica reached the sandy shore in less than ten seconds, dropping Mickey's body into the sand, and began CPR.

As this occurred, Jewel, Daisy, Travis, Hunter, Emily, and Roxie glared at Ted, who seemed entirely bored with how this event turned out.

Connecting her lips to his, Erica blew air into Mickey's mouth for the third time, all three teams watching from the cliff, each contestant much more terrified than the other.

Finally, almost out of nowhere, Mickey's eyes shot open, and a cough of water exploded from his mouth.

Erica held the boy up, allowing him to recover from what just occurred to him. He silently glanced up at her. "Thank you." He quietly mumbled

Alexei placed a piece of the puzzle onto the sand, watching the sight unfold. "Poor guy." He muttered.

Up above, Krystal crossed her arms, disappointed. "Krystal thinks it would've been better if she left Mickey to die."

"How could you say that!?" Jace shouted.

"Simple: it's because I said it!"

Erica arrived at the top of the cliff as Marisa jumped into the water once Alexei returned.

For the Phantom Phoenixes, Travis jumped into the water.

As for the Claws, Irina's hand seemed to only slightly move as Nebiros dived into the water in her place. She smiled slightly, but it disappeared when Marisa resurfaced.

"Alright!" She cheered, holding the Vipers' second piece.

Travis also resurfaced moments later, followed by Nebiros. Travis was holding a red glass puzzle piece, as Nebiros was holding a gold glass puzzle piece.

Each team member began to dive off to search for a puzzle piece, some of them emerging to the surface more unlucky than others.

Each team had one piece left underwater. Chloe had just dived in, followed by Timothy, and Daisy.

The rain had been coming down harder on the island now. They had no idea what time it was, and they had been out on the cliffs for about an hour now.

Chloe was the first to find her piece, and just barely holding her breath. She had little to no oxygen left in her lungs as she reached a rock ledge, grabbing a green glass puzzle piece.

As she rose to the top of the water, the waves came in, roaring with a giant splash, covering the rock face.

But, in the process, pushed her back down underwater further.

Daisy found her piece underneath seaweed. She quickly grabbed her piece, avoiding the seaweed, and grabbed hold of her piece.

She kicked off the ground, and swam upwards, and just in time to see the struggling, and now panicking Chloe.

She thought quickly, and continued her swim to the surface, ignoring Chloe's problems and focusing on her own.

Timothy found his gold piece inside a small cave inside the rock face. Quickly, he pulled it out, and not seeing the cracks on the glass as he swam up.

But as he did, he saw a horrifying sight.

The waves had pushed Chloe down, and she, like Mickey, was drowning.

He swam up quickly, kicking his feet at a fast rate. In matter of seconds, he closed the gap between him and her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and shot up to the surface, swimming through the powerful waves.

It all happened so quick, that Chloe thought she was already dead as soon as she hit the surface of the water.

"You saved me?" Chloe asked him in astonishment, and completely shocked anyone would go out of their way to save someone like her from the possibility of death.

"Of course I did! Is it wrong to not help others?" Timothy responded calmly, and strangely, extremely positively.

"Timothy! Hurry!" Jade yelled from the shore as Daisy placed in the final part of her puzzle. The Phoenixes cheered as Clifford watched from atop the cliff.

"The Phantom Phoenixes won! Who is getting second place?"

Chloe and Timothy exchanged glances, and began their swam to the shore, both teams cheering on their respective teammates.

Timothy reached the shore first, but almost as soon as he stepped onto the shore, the piece in his hand cracked further, before finally shattering, and stopping the positive guy in his steps.

Chloe ran ashore, and quickly began on putting her piece in.

"What did you do, Timothy?" Jace asked, looking at the shattered pieces.

"He broke it." Jack answered for him.

"No, no, we can still win!" Timothy replied, grabbing small shattered pieces, and lining them up with each other.

"Game over!" Clifford yelled. "Venomous Vipers, you've won. Carnivorous Claws, I'm afraid that I'll be seeing you tonight."

The elimination area was different from the others in prior seasons. They were inside a smaller, and comfortable cabin. Each contestant a part of the Claws sat on the couches.

This was the first time Clifford was seen without holding his umbrella over his head, but instead using it as a cane.

Graves showed a platter to the contestants, seven marshmallows sat on it.

The fireplace had been lit by Brendan, who was standing next to it with a fire poker in his hand.

"Welcome to the elimination ceremony, Claws. Just like how you should all know by now, marshmallows represent life. Both literally and figuratively, in a way."

Graves chuckled, but the others just looked confused to what Clifford meant.

"Point is, you've all cast your votes. And for the first elimination ceremony of the season, it was a close one. The following marshmallows are to the following:

"Irina.

"Jerome.

"Erica.

"Jade.

"Jack.

"And Jace."

That left Krystal and Timothy. For the first time, Timothy looked worried. He didn't want to be sent home first.

Krystal looked entirely confident, on the other hand. Timothy screwed up. He was gone.

"Timothy."

Timothy looked up in shock, the marshmallow landing in his lap. Krystal opened her eyes in shock, and she did it just in time to see Graves toss the marshmallow to Timothy instead of HER.

"Krystal, you have been eliminated." Clifford spoke as Graves turned around and locked the door. Confusion spread over the remaining contestants.

Krystal stood up. "You're tearing me apart, Clifford!"

"Cute." Clifford remarked as Brendan walked over to her and gripped her wrist.

When they hadn't noticed, Brendan had wheeled in the electric chair from the season two aftermath.

"Before we send you on your way, a small punishment must be served first." Clifford told her.

"Krystal doesn't understand." Krystal asked in confusion, setting herself in the chair. Cuffs sprung out of the chair, sticking her to it as Graves lowered the helmet onto her head.

Brendan grabbed a knob on the side of the chair, and turned up the electricity as far as it could go.

All the while this happened, Clifford had removed a remote from his pocket. He smiled darkly as he faced the seven contestants on the sofa.

"Krystal. You were right about one thing.

"I am tearing you apart."

He pressed the button on the remote, and in an instant, the thousands of volts were sent into Krystal's brain. The girl let out a scream of pure pain. Her body was shaking.

The contestants looked to Clifford, then to Krystal. When was he gonna stop it!?

The electricity flowed through the girl, and finally, she dropped her head.

Clifford pressed the button, and the chair stopped it's lethal electrocution.

Brendan removed the helmet, and what was seen was her brown hair, burnt. The top of her head looked as if it had been set on fire. Her eyes were completely black.

The unlock of a door was heard, and Graves opened the front door.

"Why?" Irina finally asked, having enough in her to voice her thoughts.

Clifford looked over at Irina, then changed his focus to the rest of the cast.

"Do any of you know what the word 'paspinêw' means?"

"You're insane!" Jerome yelled at Clifford, to which he looked over at him.

"Not quite. That would require me suffering from a mental illness, or derangement. I don't suffer either. So I ask again, what does the word 'paspinêw' mean?"

"We don't know." Erica calmly told him, much to his appreciation.

"I assumed not. As you all now know, this island is named Paspinêw. Which is the Cree word for 'Death'."

"Death Island." Jack concluded, looking down at his feet.

"Bingo." Brendan spoke for the first time, unstrapping Krystal's body from the chair.

Clifford grabbed his umbrella and walked to the door, and shut it behind him once he walked out.

"Isn't it funny how, in just seconds, a living person is no longer in the body that they inhabited? It's fascinating. Soon, we're going to see who is going to die next, and who is going to believe the Carnivorous Claws that Krystal is really dead?

"I guess we'll all find out on the next episode of Total Drama Zenith!"