Disclaimer: This is new, but obviously I don't own the Total Drama Series.

This a new journey for me! I've written in some other areas, but I wanted to try my other favorite show. I love Total Drama, so to be able to write about it, it's awesome! If I get a few characters O.C.C, sorry. I'm still getting used to this. So, please just help me through that. Thanks!

Pairings:

Duncan/Gwen

Tyler/Lidnsey

Owen/Izzy

Heather/Alejandro

Cody/Sierra

Most of this story will be in Duncan's POV, and flashbacks in general POV.

Rated T for Language

AU if you wish to call it that. BTW: Total Drama World Tour only kind of happened. Here's a rundown:

-Alejandro and Sierra ARE known.

-No relationship's that were formed in TDWT pertain here... yet.

-Basically this is MY sequel to TDA. Does that make sense?

POV- General

"Duncan. I need to speak to you."

The young 9-year old looked away from his friends, and looked for who requested his presence. He found his large dad, standing at the doorway of the school. Duncan cocked his head, and tried to recall any reason his father might be calling him away from his recess. Let alone just be at the school.

His father, and mother, were police officers, and to see them was a treat. But judging by the look on his father's face, this was not going to be a treat.

"Yes?" Duncan asked, his voice devoid of any sass. He knew the consequences of sass, and he didn't want to suffer them.

"Son... how's about we head down to the office for today?" His father said weakly, and Duncan could tell something was up. A bad flash crossed his mind, and he quickly made sure to dispute that thought.

"It's not mom is it?"

"No. I need to... talk to you." This was completely unexpected, and caused Duncan to really search his mind. His father never wanted to "talk".

"Um, okay..." Duncan said, unsure of what else to say.

They walked silently to Duncans Dad's police car, and got it. Then, they began the silent drive down to the station. When they arrived, Duncan's head was aching from trying to figure out what was wrong.

They walked into the office, and Duncan was motioned to sit down. That's when the young boy noticed something. The security cameras were recording, and he was sitting in the interrogation seat.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Duncan asked, beginning to feel the slightest bit panicked.

"Duncan, believe me when I say this. I don't want to do this. But... I have to. It's my job." The tone that he used was so... grim. It made it sound like he was going to have to kill Duncan or something.

"Dad, what's wrong? What's going on? What job?" Duncan began to shot out questions, becoming more nervous with every question.

"Duncan. Do you remember that murder that happened yesterday?" The question was so sudden, that Duncan didn't even register the question at first.

"Wh-what?"

"That shooting. The one with the unknown killer. The one that resulted in..." His father choked on the victim's name.

Why?

Because, the victim was Duncan's brother, Mark. No one had been completely sure what had happened, but by the sound of it, his father had finally figured it out. Too quickly.

It had started as rare visit for Duncan, from his bigger brother Mark. He'd come back to do a few things, but didn't specify why he chose to take care of it then.

When Mark had taken Duncan out to the park, which was void of anyone at the time, things took a turn for the absolute worst.

"Hey little brother... I just wanted to tell you something." Mark had said, his eyes completely clear and empty of anything. It actually caused Duncan to become a bit suspicious.

"What?"

"I... I'll see you in hell!" Mark's once clear eyes were now full of rage, and in that rage, he pulled out a pistol from the waist of his jeans. He pointed the pistol at Duncan, but didn't see the chance to pull the trigger.

Because the reflexes of Duncan were too acute. And a knife was slicing it's way through Mark's heart. In defense, Duncan had stabbed his brother, and in a panic, he'd left his knife behind.

But before he left, he found the cause of the rage. Narcotics. They'd caused his once loving brother to turn into a mindless monster.

Instead of alerting his parents, he'd fled and told no one.

Now, his father had obviously discovered the truth.

"Why? WHY?" His father yelled, and slammed his fists on the interrogation table. He began to weep quietly.

"W-why Duncan?"

"D-dad... I-I didn't mean to. I was protecting myself." Duncan tried, but began to feel extremely destroyed on the inside.

"I have no proof of that. I... I..." His dad mumbled, and another police officer came in to relieve the crying officer.

"It's okay Chief. I-I'll take care of this." The new officer then turned to Duncan with a cold glare. "Boy, you're going to Juvie."

The place was not unheard of to Duncan, and he knew exactly what it was. And when the sentence was uttered by the officer, Duncan began to stare at his father with a pleading look. But, no mercy was given. The crying officer was gone, and replaced by one who was doing his duty. All fatherly ties, were severed, and in that moment, Duncan felt his heart shatter.

And in the pieces of despair, a new emotion built up. Rebellion.

A angry feeling welled up inside him.

And it burst the second the cell bars closed on his cell.

Duncan Moore was a changed person, and the yell he gave was proof enough.

"AHHH-"

"-HHHHHH!"

POV- Duncan

"WHAT?" A chorus of startling snores and shouts were heard, and then, a group huddled around me, who had yelled loud enough to wake the entire hotel. But the hotel part didn't register in my brain. All that made it through, was that I was alone, and surrounded.

The dream, still vivid in my mind, had completely... freaked me out. And that's saying something, 'cause I don't get scared.

But the mass amount of people surrounding him didn't help me. In a frantic attempt to get them away, I pulled the pocketknife I hid under his pillow out, and held it out to threaten them. Most gave a startled yelp or gasp, and everyone backed up.

There was silence, and the only thing heard was my heavy breathing as I struggled to calm himself.

A light flickered on, and I flinched as the bright light struck my eyes. The faces of his concerned ones were illuminated, and I was a bit shocked to see everyone's worried faces. Well, not everyone's. But most of the guys room. Harold, the girl that he was, was clutching D.J. Geoff had his hands up, and a odd look on his face. One between worry of his friend, and one about his arms getting hacked off.

Justin was as far back as possible, probably to avoid getting his "precious" skin cut in any way. Cody was turning blue from holding his breath. He was scared senseless with me holding that knife. Noah was holding a book in front of him. As if that waste of paper was going to protect him. Tyler, being the athlete fail he was, had tried to jump back or something, and ended up falling on his back. Owen was too lazy to have done anything, and was still sleeping. Alejandro was wisely in his bunk. And Trent... well, I didn't really care what he was doing.

A part of me actually scolded myself for NOT hacking him to pieces.

I convinced myself that none of them meant any harm, and slowly put my knife away. I wiped the sweat that formed at my brow away, and sat back down on my bed. In my knife threat, I'd jumped to the floor.

It was the normal distance to the floor, unlike what I was used to. Last season, we had bunk beds, and I'd been on top most of the time.

Now, since the room had enough beds for all of us, I was closer to the ground. So, it made sense that I'd jump out of bed.

Since I wasn't startled anymore, I was irritated. Which was just as bad.

"What?" I asked, trying to cover up the fact that I, bad-ass Duncan, had just yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Man, you just... well, you screamed." Geoff tried, not quite sure what to say. His strong suit was partying. Not talking sense.

"And?" I said, not trying to cover anymore. They wanted to say anything, and they'd answer to my fist.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Alejandro asked. I raised an eyebrow. I was about to answer, when the dweeb beat me to it.

"They say that nightmares are the brains way of telling us about our biggest fears, or accidents in life." I felt like punching Harold on the spot. Then again, I always feel like punching him.

"Yeah? So tell me, do you want to have a nightmare about me?" I asked menacingly, rushing up to him and grabbing his by the scruff of his pajamas. His eyes widened and he shook his head frantically.

I threw him down, and knew exactly what I was doing. Channeling my frustration and anger, out on the nearest thing possible. Harold. Not like he could make it any easier though. I mean, just looking at him wanted to make me punch him and take out a whole life's worth of anger.

"Are you okay?" D.J. asked, and I sighed. I could beat up on Harold, but not on my friends.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just go back to sleep." I mumbled, and laid back down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw D.J. and Geoff exchange a look, but didn't delve any deeper. Someone shut off the lights, and within minutes, I heard some snoring, meaning someone fell asleep again.

I looked over at Noah's stupid illuminate clock, and saw it was 3:46. Fucking Chris would probably wake us up at 6:00, so I needed to get some sleep, or feel like crap the entire day.

But every time I closed my eyes, they forced themselves back open, and I remembered that memory. My brother's blood... my father's disappointment... my loneliness.

It was exactly what had turned me into what I am today.

A delinquent.

Out of disappointment, I turned to making myself rebel. My entire family's been part of the police life. My dad, mom, grandparents... hell, my cousins were police officers! And they were only 13.

I did things that made my dad mad. I skipped school. I drove over the speed limit. I broke laws whenever I felt, and did petty stuff like that.

Hell, I'd done my fare share of robbery's.

But I'd never killed anyone. Not since my brother.

Slowly, I felt myself nodding off, and I forced myself to feel the same as I did during the dumbass Awake-a-thon.

Finally, sleep came back.

Only to be interrupted 5 minutes later to Chris's fucking bullhorn.