Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.

Note: And so it begins! The final, and very much awaited and overdue, story of the TDL trilogy. So much planning and care has gone into this, and many beta things have come and gone, but now all is as it should be, and the closure to the series fics that put me put on the map has started. Expect this to be quite a bit different than Letters and Letterama. Greyer, darker, more real, less ideal … and yet, still with comedy and a lot of love. It begins, there is no holding back, so us us start the beginning of the end … of TDL! Won't you take my hand and join me for this journey?

The beginning...

We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies. (Martin Luther King, Jr.)

Life. What is it all about? Living a good life? Ah, but what constitutes a good life? Good as in fun and joy, or good as in morales and kindness? But therein lies the problem; we all think of 'good' and 'evil' differently. Perhaps that is why grey is such a popular colour among philosophers; when you mix black and white, you get grey and stay with grey. What does this have to do with the story? What indeed, besides everything?

A child sees the world as black and white; this is fine, for they are young and do not yet have firm morales founded in their minds. However, as we grow older we see the world for what it is … flawed. There are some kind people, golden hearted indeed … and those who are mean, with black hearts. And these colours once again rap around to grey for light black is grey, and if you dulled gold enough over time it'd become grey, without any shine it once had. See the point? Well, if not then what is fine, but some people we have not seen in quite some time may just see what it means soon enough.

TDL1- Total Drama Letterz

Twenty six teenagers, well, twenty four teens and two tweens that is, competed on Wawanawka Island for a million dollars. All seemed quite idealistic all in all; there were nasty villains, but rather kind heroes. It seemed only fitting that the adorkable classical anti-hero Spider would win it all, leaving the villains high and dry. But when Spider Garnet became the host, alongside his girlfriend Quana, things changed a bit…

TDL2- Total Drama Letterama

Twenty six new teens competed for another million dollars, with more flaws being shown to them but still all in all still mostly retaining a positive message to the viewing world. One past villain Tabitha showed a kinder side and it as shown she had abusive parents, the kind that would make the Dursley's look tame. A splash of grey had landed on the black and white canvas. In the end, relatively sweet hippie VayVay Mittens walked away with the prize, though some felt she was undeserving over opposing finalist Rheneas.

And one must wonder … had Kasimar, Kim and Nakia been shown the kindness that Tabitha had been shown, rather than being rebuffed for their dark deeds, could they have ended up in a happier reality?

Things are not always as they seem. Black can be white, and white can be black, and sometimes we must ask ourselves … who is really right? Is anybody? I guess we shall find out…

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In TDL3: Total Drama Letter Starz

The power of choosing good and evil is within the reach of all. (Unknown)

In a house near the sea, a teenage boy was watching TV. He looked uncharacteristically energetic and bouncy for a teenager. He was also wearing pirate attire, but paradoxically he was not watching a pirate movie but rather a Ninja movie titled 'Ninja Guy-Dan: the Ninja Guy'. This teen was known as Barney Scott Bolitho.

"Man, this is the best movie ever! Jack Sparrow, you has been topped!" Declared Barney.

Barney eagerly watched the action on screen and clapped at what he was seeing.

"I should make movies as a job. I got some ideas people would like, probably." Mused Barney. "At any rate, if I had to sell out I'd do it with style."

Barney paused the movie and headed into the kitchen to get a packet of chips. As he did so he glanced at the fridge. Taped to it as a picture of Lavender Louise Kennedy, his girlfriend of nearly a year.

"Ah, as fair a sea queen since the day I met her!" Declared Barney. "She's been a little moody and crabby lately though. Is it me? She's always liked me energy so its not that … maybe I should ask her next time we meet up? I shall be, Captain Subtlety!"

Barney's hyper face softened.

"I do hope she's ok. Wouldn't want any harm to befall her; if she was really upset, she'd tell me." Said Barney, affection in his eyes.

Barney then glanced at a different piece of paper taped to the fridge.

"The all stars is coming soon. And I am so unprepared!" Exclaimed Barney. "How am I supposed to compete for a cash prize on an island with million of people watching … without a new gimmick planned out!?"

Barney took off his pirate hat and sighed.

"Sorry Chad, can't take you with me this time." Said Barney apologetically. "But if I won't be a pirate … what shall I be?"

Barney paused … and then quickly ran to the living room and gazed at the TV screen, the ninja movie still paused.

"Perfect." Said Barney with sparkling eyes.

"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!" (J. )

The lights were bright, yet gentle. The room of the moment was a sort of doctors room, specifically a psychiatrist's office. On a chair sat a middle aged but smart and gentle woman in a proper looking outfit. Her name-tag read 'Dr Woods'. Sitting across from her on a comfy looking armchair was a teenage girl, almost an adult, with a purple hoodie, blue jeans, blond hair with some purple highlights that was put into a large ponytail and a pair of aqua blue eyes.

"Well Miss Barrington, I think we can end our session here. You have shown remarkable recovery after an upbringing of physical domestic abuse without help. It gives me a lot of hope, and hopefully will give you hope too." Said Dr Woods. "You are very lucky."

"Well, thanks Dr … but, I don't feel very lucky." Admitted Tabitha.

"Why not? You have your own life now and a boyfriend who loves you." Said Dr Woods gently.

"Well, I get a lot of nightmares … about them. And, well, I still feel awful about what I did back in my season of Total Drama. What I did to Gary and Uzuri … it keeps me up at night sometimes." Said Tabitha, hanging her head a little bit.

"But, have they not forgiven you?" Asked Dr Woods.

"They have and Uzuri is my BFF, as she calls it, though I've not seen Gary since Letterama ended." Confirmed Tabitha, rubbing her arm a little bit.

"Then what is the problem?" Asked Dr Woods patiently.

"… I don't forgive myself. Not yet," Said Tabitha simply. "Are you sure I am making progress? Don't feel like it."

"The road to recovery can be considered a journey of a thousand miles." Began Dr Woods gently. "Most people in your situation would probably have only taken a few steps. But you Miss Barrington have already walked many miles. You may not realize it, as people often do not, but you're making very good progress, and if we keep these weekly sessions going, your thousand mile journey shall come to a very peaceful end."

Tabitha could not help but smile.

"Thanks Dr Woods. The All Star season is next month though, and I feel afraid … what should I do?" Asked Tabitha uneasily.

"I would suggest you stick close to those who make you feel loved, happy and safe. Play the 'game' the way you want to, not how you were raised to." Advised Dr Woods. "It's going to be alright. I can also have it arranged for us to have these sessions over Skype, if that would be favourable to you?"

Tabitha nodded and smiled.

"It would. Thank you." Said Tabitha very politely

"Just doing my job." Assured Dr Woods. "Well, that's all our time this week. Anything I should be expecting to talk about next week?"

"Well, me and Rheneas have been together nearly a year now … and, well, we're two young lovers and … um … we might be … err..." Tabitha trailed off, looking embarrassed. "Can I go now?"

"Take care." Smiled Dr Woods. "And never forget, love may not be considered medicine, but it helps a lot."

Tabitha nodded as she got up and, after getting her dark purple coat on, walked out of the office.

A minute later Tabitha walked into the waiting room where her boyfriend Rheneas was reading a gossip magazine, looking transfixed on whatever story he was reading.

"I can believe she said that." Muttered Rheneas.

Tabitha smirked as she approached Rheneas and then playfully ruffled his hair.

"You really are in touch with your feminine side." Teased Tabitha.

"That's a bad thing?" Smirked Rheneas. "So, your appointment done?"

"Yeah, for this week. I'll be getting Skype sessions during the All Star season next month, most likely, so I should be able to 'manage my baggage'. Maybe I'll win this time." Mused Tabitha as she and Rheneas exited the building and walked to their car, an orange Mustang.

"I'd be fine with that, though what would you need the money for?" Asked Rheneas as they got into the car, him in the drivers seat.

"Not for myself, but for some noble causes. You know me, Tabitha Philanthropist Barrington." Declared Tabitha.

"… You're so fancy that if I didn't know you so well I'd think that was your actual name." Chuckled Rheneas as they entered the main road and joined the cars on the street. "So, anything happen during the session?"

"Nothing much. Just the usual." Assured Tabitha.

"… The usual isn't always good." Said Rheneas gently.

"… I know they've forgiven me, but I still feel awful. I mean, some nights I just cry while you hold me, showing your love time and again. If we didn't live together than I'd probably be … well … Izzy would seem like Helen." Admitted Tabitha. "And that's not meant as a joke."

"I'd never laugh at you." Promised Rheneas. "But you redeemed yourself, and you'll see it soon."

"I hope so … but when you factor in the things I did before Total Drama … my parents or not, I wasn't that much different from Kasimar and Kim." Said Tabitha, looking out the window and watching the world pass by.

"You're nothing like them." Said Rheneas firmly, but gently.

"Maybe. But, if they'd been shown the love that you gave me … think things may have ended up better?" Asked Tabitha, looking like she wanted to know.

Rheneas considered this.

"I really have no idea." Admitted Rheneas. "I'd like to think everybody has some good in them, but they're gone from the public eye … so who can say?"

"I guess you're right." Agreed Tabitha. "So … can we stop for a smoothie on the way back?"

"Of course." Nodded Rheneas.

"… Chocolate flavour?" Smiled Tabitha.

"Always." Grinned Rheneas.

The young couple drove on down the road, their minds temporarily free from worry. Fate had been kind to them.

"There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse." (Lucius Annaeus Seneca)

A girl hurried through a busy train station. She knew she was late and the thought of being off her schedule made her feel sick. After all, this was a very important meeting indeed.

"I'm late so very late." Muttered the girl, twitching somewhat.

The girl wore a purple sweater and a dark red under-shirt, a skirt striped aquamarine and lime, and had a shiny gold pendant necklace. Her hair was tidy and groomed, going to her mid neck, and curiously was the colour known nebula blue. She also wore a simple red backpack. Whoever this girl was, she looked uncertain and afraid of the crowd around her, but nevertheless pressed onwards, exiting the train station and making her way along the street outside, still looking jittery.

"Oh, this weather is all wrong! It should be sunny, not cloudy. The TV lied!" Whispered the girl nervously.

The girl walked through the town, taking specific turns and flinching whenever she noticed something that, to her, looked entirely out of place. It looked like she had taken this exact route a few times before. Soon enough the unknown girl arrived at her destination and walked through a set of old rusty gates.

Above the gates on a sign were the words 'Uptown Graveyard'.

The girl walked onwards, flinching every time she saw a grave that looked dirty or out of place. Eventually she came to a well made grave at the far side of the graveyard, under an oak tree. The girl knelt down to pay her respects.

"Hi mummy, it's me … your princess." Said the girl. "Just here to tell you how things are going … I hate it all! Daddy does nothing, I have to take so many stupid pills and everything is ugly! … I miss you mummy..."

The girl let a tear fall from her eye as she took off her backpack, opened it up and took out two packs of jelly sweets called 'gummy raccoons;. She opened one packet for herself, and opened the other packet and lay it on the grave.

"It's our favourite special snack … I figured you'd want some. There probably isn't any candy six feet under." Sniffled the girl.

The girl started to eat her packet of sweets while looking at the grave.

"Not hungry? That's ok, obesity is not beautiful." Said the girl in understanding. "I've got a big job to do next month … and I'm so scared! I can't go back there! I don't want to go back there! Oh, but the rules say I have to … mummy, please ask the man upstairs to keep me safe. I'll make it worth his while, honest!"

The girl looked at the ground sadly, and placed a hand on the grave.

"I'm sorry I bought shame to our home." Sniffled the girl.

The grave did not answer, for graves do not talk. The name 'Annabelle' was shown on the grave, with moss covering the surname.

"Ack! Moss! I have to clean that off!" Yelped the girl as she took out a cloth and began scrubbing.

The rain began to fall.

"Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering ... and it's all over much too soon. (Woody Allen)

A teenage girls room was the location. The activity was a guitar and song performance.

"Shouldn't have shaved you for being so mean, in retrospect you were kind of a queen~.

Now I only wish to find you, make it right and say I like you~.

Maybe we could be friends, or set some sweet trends~.

All I know is I'm filled with sorry, and above all … just want to say I'm sorry..

Quana strummed the last note on her guitar and looked up at her one man audience. Her boyfriend of almost a year Spider was clapping lightly, feeling a loud applause may offset the mood.

"That was a nice song." Said Spider politically. "You're good at writing them. How do you do it?"

"My emotions fuel me. You know, happiness, love, anger … guilt." Said Quana, putting her guitar up against the wall. "I've really tried to make it all right, but..."

"But what? Can't you work up the nerve to visit her?" Asked Spider.

"It's not that … I just have no idea where Nakia is. She's not on any kind of social media as the accounts she once had are closed … and I have no idea where she lives. I've called up Barney, Lavender, Tabitha, others … none of them know either. I'm really scared something bad may have happened to her." Murmured Quana.

"Me too. I may never have gotten along with her, but I wouldn't wish serious suffering on her. I mean, her breakdown and rampage in Letterama … at the time I was just panicking and trying to bring order … but after watching it back a few times, I should have helped her. I don't know what was wrong with her, but all that stress and her quirks … I may have a few ideas." Muttered Spider. "Think she's ok?"

"I don't know … oh Spider, it's all my fault." Sniffled Quana. "I was the one who shaved her hair … it never grew back, and that started all that came after. And even before that … I was pretty mean to her. I was trying to stand up for everybody, but … I went too far. Oh Spider, what am I going to do? It's not just Nakia I want to make amends with either."

"It's not your fault." Said Spider, holding Quana gently.

"Spider, you know it is." Said Quana firmly.

"No, I meant … it's not just your fault. I think several of us played a role. I mean, I did knock her out by hitting her with the barrel of a gun. Geez, that show changes people, it makes them not like themselves … it makes them go nuts." Said Spider uneasily. "Or at least, that's what I think. But, it's not all bad."

"True, the next season is next month. Nakia and all the others may be there … I can still make things right. This time, I'm not gonna go around picking fights with the 'bad guys'. I'll keep out of fights and settle it all by voting. Maybe I could try and help people, be less spicy and more sweet." Decided Quana, looking hopeful. "… Maybe I could even win."

"Very well said." Smiled Spider. "Of course, you'll have to beat me first."

"You already won!" Pouted Quana, playfully.

"Nothing in the rules says I can't win twice. Last time I played so passively … this time, I may take more action. But, mainly I just want to have a good time. Maybe this time there won't be anything that makes me fear for my life, he-heh..." Spider trailed off chuckling nervously.

"We can only hope." Replied Quana. "So … wanna cuddle? I could use one right now."

"You always cuddle me when I feel down, how could I deny you the same relief?" Said Spider sweetly.

The two began to snuggle on the bed, occasionally sharing a gentle kiss. Things seemed more or less fine now, but would the upcoming season make it better, or worse?

"Right actions in the future are the best apologies for bad actions in the past." Tyron Edwards.

In the living room of a nicely furnished and high standard suburban house sat a family of three blondes. On the sofa sat a man with glasses wearing a blue suit, a woman beside him showing the slightest signs of age who wore a slightly old fashioned green dress, and on an armchair next to them sat a teenager with her hair in a ponytail, and an outfit that was mostly black with a white skull on the chest area, which was … ample. They were having a discussion that seemed slightly tense.

"Kim, do you really have to go back to that show?" Asked Mr Rosefelt uncertainly. "After what happened last time … our family was nearly torn apart."

"I'm with your father, I don't think it's a good idea to go." Agreed Mrs Rosefelt. "My heart can't take a repeat of what happened last time."

"Don't worry, I'm only gonna be an intern this time. Chances are in a very small role; I'll just stay by myself." Assured Kim. "Besides … I have no choice. Either I be an intern, or the show has the power to sue us for breach of contract. F*ck, I should have read it more carefully..."

"Hindsight is a powerful thing." Agreed Mr Rosefelt.

"Why do we never see it until after we need it?" Asked Kim.

"That'd be foresight." Said Mr Rosefelt. "But, the intern part isn't what has me worried.

"It's the part that's worrying me either." Murmured Mrs Rosefelt. "Kimmy, please don't go! The lack of pills … never again..."

"Don't worry mum, this time I'll have my pills, so what happened last time won't happen again." Assured Kim. "I'll be in control, all the time."

"But … why could you not have them last time?" Asked Mrs Rosefelt. "It's dangerous for you to be without them!"

"Contestants cannot have their medication. The interns can. I don't know why, I don't know sh*t about legal stuff." Stated Kim. "I've been given a second chance … I have got a plan; dad, you're a lawyer and I've read through your books. Some stuff seems a little odd on this show … I'm gonna do some snooping around and see if I can find some corruption proof or sh*t like that and take the show through the mill. I'll send you what I can find.

Mr Rosefelt could not help but look thoughtful.

"Hmm … that no medication rule sounds a little odd. Maybe they have reasons for it, but still." Frowned Mr Rosefelt. "You're allowed contact with the outside world, right?"

"Yeah, I think interns are but nothing show related." Stated Kim. "Spoilers and crap like that."

"In that case, I'll read and keep hold of whatever you find." Promised Mr Rosefelt.

"Hopefully I'll find a lot. And … that brain tumour thing Chris mentioned, according to Tabitha's Facebook I once came across … that sounds like bullsh*t." Muttered Kim. "But, whatever. I'll keep in touch."

"Well, if you get time, could your keep me and your mother updated on you in general, like how you're feeling?" Requested Mr Rosefelt "The lack of contact and treatment made that disaster happen; we want to keep you close, even if you're far away, so if anything does happen, we can assist."

"I'll make sure to do that." Promised Kim. "I don't like anybody back there, and they don't like me … and I'm social, so that's a sh*t combo. The chances of me making any friends are slim to none, so I'll need the contact to stay sane."

"We'll do our best to ensure you get through this fine." Said Mrs Rosefelt gently.

"Dinner is ready!" Called a voice from a different room.

"Well, time to eat." Noted Mrs Rosefelt. "You two coming?"

"Almost." Said Kim, standing up. "I just want to say … after how deranged and mental I got on hat show … you still love me. Thanks mum … thanks dad."

Kim pulled both her parents into a tight family hug.

"It's not a problem. Love in the Rosefelt family is unconditional." Said Mr Rosefelt, kindly. "Parenthood sure hasn't been easy, but you know what they say, right?"

"No, what?" Asked Kim curiously.

"You say it dear." Smiled Mr Rosefelt.

"Beyond hardship lies achievement. And you're our greatest achievement, regardless of Letterama." Said Mr Rosefelt warmly.

Kim tightened the family hug.

"Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you." Loretta Young.

A park.

Laughing children.

A party.

A looming tragedy.

Jimmy and Eleanor were sitting on a bench together, both sharing a large ice cream sundae. There were a number of other guest's at Jimmy's eleventh birthday party, but right now the young couple was having a little bit of time to themselves.

"So, having a nice day birthday boy?" Asked Eleanor, smiling like sunshine.

"With all my friends and my girlfriend here, how could I not be?!" Exclaimed Jimmy with a big smile. "Mum and dad went across town to pick up all my relatives from the train station. It'll be the first time since … ever, that the whole family will be together! Oh, I can't wait!"

"It'll be great to meet your whole family. If they're all the slightest bit like you, I won't leave until I meet them all." Smiled Eleanor, putting an arm around Jimmy. "It's too bad Frost, Dandelion, Flash and Amethyst could not come with us, but they don't like huge crowds like this. Plus, Dandelion is expected again. Eeeei, I'm an Auntie again!"

"Does that make me an uncle?" Asked Jimmy.

"In-law." Winked Eleanor.

The two children giggled together, not noticing some ambulances whizzing by and a police car pulling up in the parking lot.

"So, Letter Starz is next month; think you might win?" Asked Eleanor.

"I'll certainly try. I want to get further than fifth, but most of all have fun on TV with my best friend and girlfriend." Smiled Jimmy.

Eleanor giggled and blushed.

"Two titles in one? I feel special." Giggled Eleanor. "I placed second, but I could still win. Maybe me and you can lay low and act cute, and the others will ignore us, or something?"

"Good idea. But as long as the good guy wins, we'll be fine. But Owen, Spider and VayVay won, so the same will surely happen again. Good over evil, right?" Smiled Jimmy.

"Right. Though, things to get more grey when you get older, I hear. I'm starting to notice that." Murmured Eleanor. "But we have each other, and that's all we need."

"You said it." Agreed Jimmy.

The two leaned in and shared an innocent kiss. When they parted the kids noticed a cop standing by them, looking sombre.

"Um … can we help you, sir?" Asked Eleanor.

"We've not seen any crime over here." Added Jimmy.

"Actually, I'm here to deliver news to Jimmy Coryson, and … give him an escort somewhere safe." Said the cop, seeming like he was dreading what he was going to have to say next.

"Huh? What's going on? I can't go anywhere; my party is here and my family will be coming soon." Insisted Jimmy.

The cop took a deep breath.

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your family is dead. The train carrying your relatives derailed due to hat appears to be tampering with the wheels, and the train struck your parents on the platform. I am very sorry." Said the cop sympathetically.

In that moment, a once innocent and cheerful outlook … was broken.

"No … no … NO! NONONONONO! You're lying! YOU'RE LYING!" Wailed Jimmy, tears beginning to flood down to face.

"Don't lie!" Yelled Eleanor, hugging Jimmy and also crying.

The other kids had heard the commotion and walked up, wondering what was going on.

"Are you ok Jimmy?" Asked Charles.

"Why are you two crying?" Asked Ricky.

"What's a cop doing here? Is something wrong?" Asked Ted.

The ambulances from before whizzed past again, now with bodies in them. The bodies of Jimmy's family.

"MOM! DAD! EVERYBODY!" Sobbed Jimmy.

Soon enough all of the children were crying, as cops arrived in the area to get them to their parents … or, if they had none, to the safety of the police station. All young Eleanor could go was hold her younger boyfriend tightly, showing him love and comfort. But would it be enough?

No.

"Sometimes … bad things have to happen. Even if we don't want them to." (Ethan Mars)

An executive office at the top of a building.

A locked door.

Three producers.

Chris Maclean, Matthew Gregson and Trina Grey sat around a table, papers in front of them. The final sections of planning for the upcoming season were underway. Money making drama seemed a sure thing, and the main things that remained were exploitation methods.

"Ok, so, we've got the campers sorted, we know the order that the islands will be visited and we've got the teams figured out. Now we just need to plan out some drama bombs." Noted Mr Gregson.

"So … why aren't the teams being randomly decided again?" Asked Chris.

"This is an all star season; the teams have to be made so as to extract the utmost amount of conflict and aggression. There are some good match-ups I have in mind, and match-ups I feel we cannot allow on the same team." Stated Mr Gregson. "You handle the up front stuff, and me and Miss Grey will handle it behind the scenes. Everybody thinks Spider and Quana decided a lot of the controversy last season, and so it shall stay."

"Matthew darling, just call me Trina. But you're right, team dynamics, and sometimes the lack thereof, are everything. We can't stop interactions between teams, but keeping them close to enemies may boost the ratings." Agreed Trina. "Perhaps we could bring the interns into the mix? I hear one of them has quite the weak mental state."

"Ah, but the interns are specifically allowed their medication." Reminded Mr Gregson.

"Even so, there's no rule against it being stolen … and that's where our agent will come in, working from the shadows. The fans love a good mystery villain, and we'll give them that … and then some." Smirked Trina, winking. "In fact, he should be here in two days tops, good as new and ready to wreck."

"But what I want to know, is where do Winnie and Xaria fit into this? They're the main hosts, since I'm just doing the vote offs. Think the fans will like them?" Asked Chris.

"Ideally. But like I've told you several times, they are fall guys in case any dirt surfaces. I have to say, you put on a great act during the first Letterz season." Smirked Mr Gregson.

"Well, I do have acting experience." Winked Chris. "So, aside from sorting out the teams, any other items we need to plan?"

"Yes, we've gotten three intern applications from fans. Think we should hire them?" Asked Trina.

"Eh, why not? Extra helping hands never hurt, and they'd just be doing minor things and going nowhere near anything incriminating. They'd stay off camera, so the fans won't care." Shrugged Mr Gregson. "Now, bring out the bourbon, and lets get planning."

"With pleasure." Smirked Chris.

"Greed does not rest until it is satisfied, and greed is never satisfied." (Sam Eastland)

A storm was in session. It was the dead of night, but the rain hit the ground hard, with thunder and lightening booming sand crackling in the sky. On this miserable night a lone prison transport vehicle was driving along a mountain rode somewhere in Colerado. A prisoner was being transported to a place known only to the prisoner as the 'hand over point'.

Kasimar sat in the back of the armoured vehicle, relaxing, while six cops, each armed with an assault rifle, sat around, keeping a close eye on him.

"So … where are we going again?" Asked Kasimar.

No response.

"Silent treatment makes me angry. I'm not crippled anymore; you f*cks want some, if that it?" Growled Kasimar.

No response.

"Ya know, you douche nozzles could at least tell me who made that donation to have me fixed up and transferred. It feel f*cking incredible to stretch out my legs again. I'd like to know who it was so I'll know who not to tear apart once I'm back on the outside." Said Kasimar, looking genuinely curious, but also intimidating. "I also appreciate the fact they let me legally change my name to Kasimar. Pokey, that was a name for c*nts."

"It was an anonymous donation. I dare say you'll be able to thank them in person when we hand over your custody to them, which was not cheap." Stated one of the cops.

"Silence Johnson. Do not talk to the prisoner." Ordered a guard sharply, likely the highest ranked one there.

"Sorry Sergeant." Apologised the guard who was presumably called Johnson.

"Ah, conversation." Smirked Kasimar. "I was starting to think you f*cks were mute."

The vehicle rattled for a moment, one or two guards nearly losing balance. Kasimar raised an eyebrow.

"Yo, is this road safe?" Asked Kasimar.

The intercom, which connected to the driver's seat, turned on.

"Hang on everybody. It's gonna be a dangerous drive." Warned the driver.

Indeed it was; the rain had made this part of the mountain road very slippery and unstable. Extreme caution would be needed, and that was what the driver was exercising. However, despite the caution and care being put into ensuring a safe passage … the transport vehicle hit a pothole in the road.

BUMP!

This was all it took to make the truck swerve and slid. The driver gripped the wheel and turned hard to try and regain control, but it was all for naught. The road was too slippery to allow something like control. Speed picked up as the truck span towards the fence separating the road and a drop down the mountain.

CRASH!

The metal fencing broke and the transport truck began to fall down to the ground far below, rolling and crashing as it went, receiving dents and pieces falling off.

BAM!

CRASH!

SMASH!

After thirty seconds of fast and fierce falling the now wrecked transport vehicle hit the ground hard. The rear doors were open.

The guards were all injured, but alive, yet also knocked out and would likely not come to for several hours. However, miraculously (or unfortunately, possibly moreso) Kasimar had made it out with no injuries except a small cut on his forehead and a few bruises. He crawled out of the overturned vehicle and into the fresh wet air of the night.

"YAHAHAHAHAHA! Free … again!" Yelled Kasimar, malevolence in his eyes. "I am so outta here! So long sh*t f*ckers!"

Kasimar paused as he looked at the guards.

"I can't leave them like that.

One minute later Kasimar had grabbed every rifle, all the ammo, a flash-light, some food supplies and a medical kit. Now armed and equipped, Kasimar gazed at a nearby forest.

"Let's see where this leads me." Smirked Kasimar, his eyes glinting in the dark night.

Kasimar sprinted off into the forest, leaving the wreckage and the cops behind.

The forest would indeed lead him somewhere … but where would it lead him? Read on, and find out in the last act of the trilogy.

Find out … in TDL3: Total Drama Letter Starz.

"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?" (Mark Twain)

And that was the prologue. From here, things can only go in one direction … but, what direction is that? For now, we may not know as I'll be focusing on BvB until it is finished, but when that story ends, expect this story (and Tween Tour, I'd never forget that) to get updates. Until then, cheers!

Next Time: The campers arrive! Been a while since we last saw them, huh? What may have changed?