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Noah and Owen were sleeping in a small bed. Noah was leaning against Owen's big amount of fat. Courtney walked into the room, and started shaking Noah, softly.

"Noah? Noah?" Courtney said.

Noah slowly opened his eyes, and looked up to see Courtney's eyes in his face. Noah screamed in fear, waking up Owen.

Noah got out of the bed, while grabbing his heart. "Don't scare me like that." Noah said, through deep breaths.

"I'm sorry. But I wanted to ask you something. Have you seen Trent? I can't find him anywhere." Courtney said a little worried.

Noah was about to answer when a man at the door started laughing, and soon talking, "You won't find him here."

"What are you saying?" Courtney asked the man.

"The director has returned." The black man said, quietly.

Courtney gasped. "That means Trent's going back home to face Alejandro."

"Who needs a hand?" Owen asked, surprised

"No, his uncle is named Alejand-" Courtney said, but was interrupted by Noah.

"Trent's uncle's named Hand?" Noah asked, confused. "And who's the black guy?" He asked, turning toward the door, but the man was gone.

"Would you two shut up?" Courtney yelled, loudly. "Trent is going back to face his uncle, Alejandro, to take his rightful place as director of Total Drama. Understand?"

"Oh." Noah and Owen said, in unison.

Noah looked at Courtney and Owen, and said, "Then we better help him. Who knows what might happen there?"

"You're right. He's going to need all the help he can get. Let's go." Courtney said, running out of the hotel, with Owen and Noah quickly following.

Meanwhile, after hours of running, Trent had made it back to the sets. Everything Courtney told him was true. Everything was destroyed. The sets and studios had spray paint on them, including red spray paint, which he hoped was spray paint at the time. There were scratches in the wood, and ripped clothing everywhere. It looked like a tornado went through it.

He then walked toward his childhood home, the big mansion. All the delinquents were on the lawn with Alejandro nowhere in sight. Trent glared at him. He trusted his uncle, but all Alejandro did was take a peaceful place and replaced it with a cruddy one, that had danger written all over it.

Someone tapped on his shoulder, and he quickly turned around and tackled the person. "Again with the tackling?" The person asked. Trent looked down, to see who it clearly was. It was Courtney.

Trent quickly got off of her, and helped her up. Courtney brushed herself off, then smiled at him. "How did you here so quickly?" Trent asked, surprised to see her here.

"We found in old car with a little bit of gas still in it, and we drove here." Courtney said, while Trent stared at her, wide eyed. He had just ran for 3-4 hours straight, without getting a drop of water, while there was a car with gas nearby. Trent sighed with frustration.

Noah and Owen walked up to Trent. "Noah? Owen? What are you guys doing here?" Trent asked.

"Oh we wanted to take a tour of this beautiful home, you have here." Noah said, full of sarcasm. Owen chuckled, while Trent and Courtney rolled their eyes.

Trent, Courtney, Noah, and Owen walked up to a big bush, and hid behind it, to spy on the troublemakers. "So what's the plan to get past those guys?" Noah whispered to Trent.

Trent looked at Noah, and said, "Live bait."

"Great." Noah said, then realized he was the bait, and said, "Hey."

"Come on, Noah. We need a distraction." Trent said.

Noah glared at him. "What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?"

Suddenly, bongos were heard near the delinquents, as they turned to see where it was coming from.

Noah was dressed in a grass shirt and was wearing a Hawaiian necklace, with a flower in his hair. Then he started singing, while Owen had an apple in his mouth.

Luau!

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat

Eat my buddy, Owen, here cause he is a treat

Come on down and dine

On this tasty guy, all you have to do is get in line

The delinquents started taking out lighters and pocket knives, and slowly, walked toward them.

Are you achin'?

"Yep, yep, yep." Owen said, between questions.

For some bacon?

"Yep, yep, yep." Owen said.

He's a big guy.

"Yep, yep." Owen said, again. As the delinquents left the lawn, Trent and Courtney sneaked behind them.

You can be a big guy, too!

Oy!

Then Owen and Noah ran and screamed for their lives, as the delinquents ran after them.

Trent and Courtney watched them run. Courtney turned to Trent, and said, "I'll go tell the others."

Trent nodded and said, "I have to find my mom and Alejandro. I'll see you in a bit." Trent started to run but was stopped by Courtney. Trent turned around to see Courtney who looked like she was about to cry any minute.

"Please be careful." Courtney said, as she kissed Trent on the cheek.

Trent smiled at her, and replied back, "I will. I promise." Trent then ran away from Courtney.

To get a better view of his home, and his surroundings, Trent climbed a big tree, but was stopped when he heard a familiar name.

"Blaineley!" Alejandro yelled his voice full of rage. Trent gasped, and looked down to see his mother walking up to Alejandro, who was now standing on the porch.

"What is it now, Alejandro?" Blaineley asked.

"Your interns are not getting any food." Alejandro said.

"There is no more money, so the interns can't buy any." Blaineley said, calmly.

Alejandro glared at her, and said, "Then make them use their own money!" Trent gasped at how cruel Alejandro was being.

"I would never tell them to do that! If you didn't spend all the money on yourself, none of this would've happened!" Blaineley said.

"It's my right on what happens! For I am the director!" Alejandro said, angrily.

"If you were half the director Chris was-" Blaineley spat at Alejandro.

"I'm twice the director Chris was!" Alejandro yelled at her, then smacked her, so forcefully she fell to the ground.

That broke Trent. Trent jumped out of the tree, and ran toward Alejandro and his mother, while glaring angrily at Alejandro.

"Chris?" Alejandro asked, wincing in fear.

Trent rushed to his mother's aid, and helped her sit up. "Chris? Is it really you?" Blaineley asked, shocked.

Trent shook his head. "No. It's me, Mom. Trent."

"Trent?" Blaineley said, confused, then she found her little boy in Trent's eyes, and hugged him, tightly. "Trent, it's really you." She said, thankful that her son was alive.

"I've missed you, Mom. I've come home." Trent said, hugging her deeply.

"Trent? I mean, Trent." Alejandro said, smirking evilly. "I'm surprised to see you alive." He said, as he glared at Justin, Izzy, and Ezekiel, who were wincing.

Trent let go of his mother, then walked to Alejandro. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

Alejandro looked at him, giving him the impression that he was scared. "You must understand the pressures of directing a show-" He said, but was interrupted by Trent.

"That are no longer yours. Step down, Alejandro." Trent said, glaring at him.

Alejandro smiled, and said, "Oh I would, but-" He gestured to all the troublemakers and criminals. "-they think I'm the director."

Suddenly, Courtney came from behind Trent, and stood beside him. "But we don't. Trent is the rightful director. And I have the lawyers to prove it." Courtney said, proudly. The producers and other interns came from behind Trent and Courtney, facing Alejandro and the criminals.

"The choice is yours, Alejandro. You can either step down or fight." Trent told his evil uncle.

"Must this end in violence?" Alejandro asked, then walked closer to Trent. "I wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of a family member."

Trent tried to ignore it, and said, "That's in the past. I've put it aside."

"Yeah, you may have. But-" Alejandro said, then looked at Trent's families and friends, and replied, "-have they?"

Courtney grabbed Trent's hand, and asked, "Trent, what's he talking about?" Her face full of worry and concern.

Alejandro smirked at Trent. "So you haven't told them. Now would you like me to tell them who's really responsible for Chris's death? Or would you?"

Trent looked down, sadly. "I am." Everyone gasped.

Blaineley quickly got up, and walked to Trent, and said, "Tell me it's not true. It can't be true."

"It's true." Trent said. Blaineley gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. Alejandro started to walk around Trent, full of anger.

"Murderer!" Alejandro yelled.

Trent looked up at him. "No, I'm not."

"But you admit that you killed Chris, correct?" Alejandro asked.

"Yes." Trent said.

"Then you must be a murderer." Alejandro said.

"No." Trent said, as he slipped on a step and fell down.

"Trent!" Courtney yelled, full of worry.

Alejandro kneeled down to Trent. "Oh you're in trouble again. But this time, your Daddy isn't here to save you. But to tell you the truth, this is exactly what your dad looked like before he died."

Trent looked confused, but Alejandro leaned in to Trent, and whispered; "Now it's time for my little secret. I killed Chris."

Trent's eyes widened, as the vision of Chris being scratched on the neck and heart by the bear came into his head once again. "No! Murderer!" Trent yelled, then he immediately got up, and tackled Alejandro, his hand on Alejandro's throat, just waiting for the right moment to kill him. "Tell them the truth." Trent said.

"Ok." Alejandro said, barely unable to breathe, then he whispered. "I did it."

Alejandro felt his air supply run low faster, as Trent tightened his grip on his neck. "So they can hear you." Trent said, full of anger.

"I killed Chris!" Alejandro yelled. Then fighting started between the producers and interns and the delinquents. There was punching and the ripping of clothes. And then, randomly, Chef Hatchet came, hitting the criminals with the power of his wooden stick.

On the prison set, Cody stood in the pretend jail cell, waiting to get out, when he heard screaming. A tan guy with a red sweater vest on came running in, screaming. He was being chased by Justin, Izzy, and Ezekiel, who had lighters and pocket knives in their hands.

"Let me out! Let me out!" Cody yelled.

"Let me in! Let me in!" The tan man said, as he quickly opened the jail cell, and then closed it behind him.

Cody smacked himself in the face. "It was that easy! I could've been out of here hours ago!"

Justin, Ezekiel, and Izzy surrounded the jail cell, ready to stab them, but were stopped by a big shadow in the doorway. They turned around to see a fat man with a big, white shirt on with a blue maple leaf on it.

"Hey, who's the fat guy, eh?" Ezekiel asked his friends.

"Are you talking to me?" The guy said.

The tan guy started talking, "Oh no, they called him fat."

"Are you talking to me?"

"We're in for it."

"Are you talking to me?"

"You shouldn't have said that."

"That's Mr. Fat Guy to you buddy!" Then the fat man charged at them.

Shortly afterwards, Justin, Ezekiel, and Izzy ran out, scared out of their mind, with Cody, Noah, and Owen running out, hooting and hollering like party animals.

Back at the mansion, Trent looked around for Alejandro. He, then, saw Alejandro sneaking into the mansion. Alejandro quickly ran up the stairs, as Trent followed. Alejandro ran into the room with the big balcony, and ran onto it. Alejandro turned around to see Trent jump onto the balcony, and whisper "Murderer."

"Trent, please." Alejandro said, raising his arms in defense.

"You don't deserve to live." Trent said, walking closer to Alejandro.

Alejandro looked at the delinquents, then at Trent, and said, "But, it's not my fault. It's the delinquents and criminals. It was their plan all along." Unknown to Alejandro, Justin, Izzy, and Ezekiel had heard what he had just said, and got furious with him.

"Why would I ever trust you?" Trent asked, full of anger.

"I'm, uh, family?" Alejandro said, giving the excuse a try.

"Not anymore, you're not." Trent said.

"Now Trent, come on now. Let's be reasonable. You wouldn't kill your uncle, would you?" Alejandro asked.

"I'm not like you Alejandro, so no, I wouldn't." Trent said, stepping closer to him.

Alejandro sighed with relief and said, "Just tell me what I have to do and it's done."

"Run." Trent said. Alejandro gasped, as Trent continued to talk. "Run away and never return."

"Okay." Alejandro said, walking away from Trent. "As you wish your majesty!" He yelled, as he turned around and punched Trent in the face. Trent screamed in pain. Trent and Alejandro started fighting, punching and kicking each other in very uncomfortable places.

Then, Alejandro punched Trent in the jaw, pushing Trent to the edge of the balcony. Trent looked up and saw Alejandro jumping towards him, planning on tackling him. Trent quickly moved out of the way, and pushed Alejandro down to the ground. But in the process, quickly ripping his father's seashell necklace off his uncle's neck. "I'll take that." Trent said, proudly.

Alejandro dropped to the ground flat on his back. He was so close to being dead, he could feel it. He tried to get up, but inside he knew he couldn't. Alejandro turned his head to see Justin, Ezekiel, and Izzy walking towards him, while glaring at him.

Alejandro breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness. My friends are here to help me."

"Friends?" Justin asked the others. "I thought he said it was all our fault. And last time I checked, friends don't blame friends." Alejandro gasped.

"What do you think we should do with him, eh?" Ezekiel asked Justin.

Justin looked at Ezekiel, then Izzy. "Hmm. I don't know. What do you think, Izzy?"

Izzy started laughing like a psychopath, while grabbing a random pocket knife from behind her back. Alejandro gasped again, as she walked over to Alejandro's head, opened the knife, and slit his throat.

Trent stared down at his now dead uncle, as rain started to fall. "Trent!" Courtney yelled from behind him. Trent turned around to see Courtney running toward him, and quickly hugging and kissing him. "Thank goodness, you're okay." She said. Blaineley, Owen, Noah, Cody, and Chef Hatchet followed her.

Trent walked to them, and gave them hugs, while saying, "Thank you."

Chef Hatchet tapped Trent's shoulder. Trent looked at Chef, and asked, "What?"

Chef pointed to the seashell necklace in Trent's hand and said, "It is time."

Trent nodded. Then he walked to the edge of the balcony, and showed the seashell necklace to the producers and interns. Trent looked up at the sky and heard his father's voice saying "Remember." Trent smiled, then he slowly put the necklace around his neck. Everyone cheered with happiness as Trent was now the new director of Total Drama.

Three years later…

Trent had gotten everything back to normal. The sets and studios were all cleaned up and organized. The delinquents were out of sight, and Trent's family was rich again.

Trent walked to the edge of the balcony with his new wife, Courtney, and looked down at his family and friends, who were looking up at Trent, waiting for the big surprise.

On the path unwinding

It's the Circle

Trent and Courtney looked behind them, and saw Chef Hatchet, carrying their newborn. The newborn opened its eyes, to see it had black eyes, with black hair on the top of its head.

The circle of life

Circle of

Then Chef Hatchet looked at Trent and Courtney, who smiled. Then he raised the baby up for everyone to see, the crowds cheering for the new baby.

Life

Well there you go! I hoped you enjoyed the story! But please don't cry if you liked this story. There's more to come, like a sequel! Yes, a sequel! Thank you so much for all the favorites and reviews! That means a lot. And be on the lookout for the sequel to 'The Drama King'!