Just My Way of Repaying You

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Total Drama Island characters. Just my OC Matt along with a couple other OCs.

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My body was trembling, though whether it was from the cold night breeze or the fear that was slowly making its way through my system; I was unsure. I wasn’t even supposed to be out here right now, but then again not all things work out according to plan when in an unfamiliar state; let alone one as large as New York. It still amazed me how large this place was and how many different looks it had to it. Right now I should have been staying in a luxury hotel with a view that over looked the park. But yet here I was, wandering the more rundown streets of New York City. Feeling like somebody was watching me; I spun around only to be greeted with the dim light of a one of the few lamps lining the streets.

“Get a grip Courtney. There’s nobody there,” I told myself, but even as I spoke my voice shook with the fear I was feeling.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” a male voice whispered into my ear from behind me. I let out a blood chilling scream before breaking out into a sprint. Sadly, my long legs didn’t get me far before my arm was grabbed and I was spun around. This action left me dizzy as I stumbled forward into a hard chest. In front of me, I could hear a few different voices laughing at my current state which only peeked my fear.

“Let me go!” I yelled in my shaky voice once I had regained my straight vision. The hard chest belonged to a rather large man, and by large I mean muscular and tall. This guy had to have at least five inches on me and maybe thirty or so more pounds than me of pure muscle. The arms that held me were large and the chest they held me against was broad and, like I said earlier, hard.

“Hear that boys. Girly here wants me to let her go?” the one holding me mocked. Doing the only thing I could think to do, I let out another scream but this time, it was silenced when I knife was pressed firmly against my throat.

“Not another sound,” the same man growled, his bright green eyes piercing into my own frightened dark brown ones. Just when I thought it was going to be over, I heard the distant sound of a car engine. It seemed that the men surrounding me heard it as well because they seemed to go into a panic. Before I could register what was going on, I was spun around and had an arm around me. When I went to move away from the man’s grasp I felt the blade of the knife press against my lower back.

“Don’t move,” the same guy hissed as the car turned the corner and slowly came to a stop. Three figures stepped out of the car and I felt the blade press harder against my back.

“Did I not tell you dudes that the party would be awesome?!” one of them, a blonde guy, said. The one of the other two began to talk as well before the one that was talking finally noticed me and the few strangers.

“Uh, Duncan?” the tall African-American said, catching the attention of the third quiet man.

“What’s going on Matt?” the one who I guessed was Duncan asked, walking forward.

“Nothing that concerns you Duncan, so just leave,” the one who was holding me spoke. Duncan seemed to ignore Matt as he continued to stare at me. I stared back, my pleading eyes searching for help in his bright blue ones.

“Who’s the girl?” he asked, taking yet another step forward with the other two men following behind him.

“She’s nobody,” Matt said, pressing the blade harder into my back until I felt it cut through some of my skin. A few tears leaked out of my eyes as I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to not scream.

“If she’s nobody then let her go,” the blonde one said, his dark blue eyes challenging Matt’s bright green ones. The two began to argue and all the while they did, I felt Matt press the knife further into my back. I squeezed my eyes closed out of the pain while I began to taste blood in my mouth from biting down on my lip too hard.

“Let the girl go Matt. She obviously doesn’t want to be with you and I can tell you’re hurting her,” Duncan finally spoke, his seemingly calm voice breaking through the arguing.

“What are you trying to say? That she’d rather be with you? Please, look at yourself Duncan. Anyone in their right mind would be terrified of you from one look,” Matt said and it was then that I really did look at Duncan. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt that was black while the sleeves were an off white/light yellow color. In the middle of the chest, there was a circle that looked like it had the face of a skull in it. The round skull like face in the middle of the black shirt was the same color as the sleeves. His long shorts, which hung low on his thin waist, ended a few inches before his ankles and were a dark blueish green color. On his rather large feet, Duncan was wearing bright red and that same off-white/light yellow colored high top converse that pretty much covered what little skin was still showing from when his shorts ended. If the clothes didn’t scare off someone, it was probably his face that did.

Now Duncan was not ugly. If I said he was, it would be a complete and total lie because he was actually very good looking in a sexy dangerous way. His mouth was either in a straight line or slight frown while it remained closed. A little beneath his lips there was a small goatee of black hair. As for his stunning bright blue eyes, they always seemed to have a look about them that showed Duncan was either bored or rather lazy. Though from the broadness in his shoulders and slight muscles I could see through his long sleeves, I knew that he probably wasn’t the lazy type. There was a stud piercing on the left side of his nose that matched the one above in his unibrow. On his left ear there were two piercings while there was only one on his right ear and then around his neck he had a black studded dog collar. For hair, Duncan had a small amount of black that covered the majority of his head and then a bright green Mohawk in the middle of his head that was in a slop shape so that the tallest point was at the front of his head.

So Matt was right about Duncan being slightly scary looking, but at the moment, I would take anything that wasn’t carving into my back with a knife that probably wasn’t even all that clean. Taking a deep breath, I decided to try my luck with speaking.

“Help,” I managed to make out before the knife was dug deeper into my back. I let out a hiss of pain while trying not to double over in pain. Luckily my quietly voiced plea hadn’t fallen on deaf ears since both the blonde and the African-American tensed while Duncan continued to study either me or Matt; possibly both. I wasn’t really all that much to look at if someone was to compare me to the other snobbish daughters of rich men. My brown hair was a mix of a light brown and dark brown while it framed my face ending at level with the beginning of my shoulders. My eyes were dark brown and in between the two oval shaped orbs, there was a small patch of freckles. My nose was small and slightly pointy while my lips were full like most of my families’ were except they were slightly thinner. It seemed that my families’ lips had been thinning out from their usual thickness for a while since my African-American father married an American woman producing me and my sister with soft light brown skin. As for my body, I really just thought of it as that of an average 18 year olds’. I had a thin waist, thin hips, and thin long legs. My chest wasn’t as huge as most of the fake girls I had the displeasure of knowing, but I was fine with the amount of breast I had obtained over the years.

“Let her go Matt,” the tall African-American one said, his eyes holding worry for me which was surprising since I didn’t even know his name.

“What would you do if I didn’t DJ? We both know you don’t care for violence,” Matt said, causing me to learn the man’s name. Whenever someone said the name ‘DJ’ I thought of someone who was loud and probably rather full of himself, but the DJ standing before me was nothing like that. He was muscular yet kinda quiet and he did seem like the type who didn’t like fighting and preferred just being in good company. He was wearing a darkish green shirt with an orange ‘D’ painted onto the chest. He was wearing grey shorts that ended just above his knees and flip flops that were brown. DJ’s skin, much like my own, was light brown in color and looked soft to the touch. As for his face, I saw it as gentle, but I could see the slightly more threatening side to it. He has a small stubble of beard that spread across the bottom of his chin with a small portion of it that reached up to meet just before his bottom lip in the middle of his chin. On his head, there was a white cap-type-thing that covered the top of his brown hair. DJ was someone I could see as being an excellent older brother and caring person who still enjoyed a good time.

“If he doesn’t do anything, I will,” the blonde stepped in, glaring hard at the man holding me and his thugs behind him.

“Why should I be afraid of you Geoff? Will you throw left over beer bottles from all of your parties at me?” Matt mocked the blonde. Geoff did look the part of someone that loved to party what with the cowboy hat and all. He was wearing a long, pink, button up, collared, t-shirt that had all the buttons undone revealing his well built abs and chest. He was wearing blue shorts that ended at his knees and blue flip flops. There was some time of suffer necklace around his neck and he was wearing a grayish bracelet of some sort. The blonde hair that Geoff kept under his cowboy hat was long in the front so that it ended a little just past his ears, but was shorted in the back. He was a party in a person who looked like he knew how to have a good time all the time.

“Matt, shut up,” Duncan said, drawing everyone’s attention to himself. “You’ve been talking a lot so far, but haven’t even bothered to ask the girl what she thinks of the situation,” he then added and then everyone was quiet while they looked at me. It was as if they were waiting for me to speak my thoughts and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

“I d-don’t want t-to be here,” I stuttered in between shivers and bit back sobs. Everyone remained quiet so I continued to talk. “I’m b-bleeding b-because he’s d-digging a knife into m-my b-back and I’m s-scared,” I finished. It probably wasn’t best to tell Matt and his thugs that I was scared because that was what they wanted to hear. The words were more directed towards Duncan and his two friends anyway because I was hoping they would be able to help me.

“Now that you know what she thinks, you and your friends can just run along,” Matt said while I continued to tremble in his grasp.

“We can’t just leave her here Duncan. They’ll kill her,” DJ tried to whisper over to said man, but I heard it anyway and upon hearing those last three words, I let out a small sob. I had been trying not to think of it earlier, but now there was no escaping the ‘right in my face’ ‘it would bite me if it were a snake’ truth that if I stayed here with Matt; I would probably die but not before they did something horrible to me.

“What we do to her is of no concern to you. Leave,” Matt ordered, but the three men didn’t move.

“Let her go Matt,” Duncan said, his tone of voice sounding rather bored which made me slightly angry. Here I was, possibly about to die, and he was bored! Oh the nerve that guy had!

“Let’s just consider this for a moment. If I were to let her go, then she would just go wandering around some more before getting picked up by someone else and killed anyway. How about we just spare her some pain by letting her stay with me? Where else would she go anyway?” Matt asked and then I was cursed by a line of thoughts that consisted of the same questions he just asked.

“Let her go and I’ll take her back with me,” Duncan said, shocking everyone including me.

“See Duncan, here you are again thinking that she isn’t frightened of you either,” Matt said, recovering before I had.

“She’s probably scared shitless of everything right now, but has the right mind to think that I’m the lesser of the two evils since I’m not the one holding a knife to her. So let her go and I’ll take her with me back to my place,” Duncan said.

“It doesn’t matter what the girl thinks. So how about you just run along and go play with your spray paint,” Matt said, glaring at Duncan who just returned the glare.

“I won’t just leave her with them Duncan. They’ll kill her,” DJ whispered once again. I felt a bit safer knowing that he wouldn’t just leave without me.

“I’m telling you one more time Matt. Let the girl go,” Duncan said, slowly reaching behind himself which made me curious.

“If you shoot me you’ll just go to jail and I doubt you’ll like that. Now that you’re 20 they can’t send you to juvy anymore,” Matt said and I took in a sharp breath. I’d never before known of anyone who had been to juvy (probably because of how tight my circle was thanks to my father), but even as I continued to watch Duncan, I still felt some trust towards him. Whether this trust was because of DJ and Geoff who were next to him, or that fact that Duncan had yet to pull a knife on me; I was unsure. Either way, if I could get out of Matt’s clutches, I would be happy and very greatful.

“I’m not going to jail like you almost did last month, but if you’d like to go to jail for killing this girl, then by all means, go ahead and kill her. Just means that I don’t have to deal with you,” Duncan said and my eyes widened in both disbelief and fear.

“He did not just offer me up to the wolves for dinner?!” I thought while the tears continued to roll down my paling face. There was silence before I was thrown forward into the awaiting arms of Duncan. All of this took me by shock and I found myself coughing after colliding with the solid chest.

“You really don’t know how to have any fun Duncan,” Matt muttered before him and his thugs disappeared. There was silence while the three men stared at me before I let out a groan of pain and they all pretty much jumped.

“What was Matt trying to do, carve into her fucking back?” Duncan asked, more so to himself, while they stared at my bleeding back. I was soon handing over to DJ who held me still while Geoff and Duncan disappeared behind me.

“What’s your name?” DJ asked while I felt cold hands on my lower back around my cut.

“Courtney,” I told him, proud with myself that I hadn’t stuttered while speaking.

“That’s a nice name. Well I’m DJ, the blonde dude is Geoff, and the guy with the green Mohawk is Duncan,” he said, his voice gentle while I felt the bottom of my shirt being ripped off. Normally I would have cared, but at the moment all that I cared about was that fact that I was alive.

“Dude that does not look good. It’ll probably need stitches so I hope you have good medical coverage,” Geoff muttered before I heard a grunt.

“Shut up you idiot. That’s probably the last thing she wants to hear,” Duncan snapped at his blonde friend while I felt fabric being pressed against my cut which caused me to let out a small whimper of pain.

“How are we going to get Courtney back to your place Duncan?” DJ asked while the cloth that was being held to my cut became more pressured.

“Why my place?” I heard Duncan ask from behind me.

“Well for one, you are the one that offered to take her in. And two, your place is closest,” DJ said before the two started arguing about something I didn’t bother to follow.

“Uh dudes, I think Courtney is in some serious pain. Duncan, your place is closer so we’ll take her there and I’ll carry her. So DJ, hand her over,” Geoff said, taking control of the situation. I only let out a low groan while being passed from guy to guy because of the strain it put on my cut. By the time they had started carrying me towards Duncan place, my mind was foggy and I soon found myself drifting off into unconsciousness.

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So I probably shouldn’t be posting this just because I’m already working on like six stories and I only have three chapters of this story done, but I really wanted to post this story. This first chapter was obviously told in Courtney’s point of view and the next chapter will be told in Duncan’s. By switching off between the two, you guys get to find out their separate opinions about everything that’s going on and you get to read more since some of the content in the chapter will be a repeat of what’s going on in the other person’s POV.

Sorry if this chapter seemed a little off, it’s kinda like a prologue for everything. Oh and the characters will probably end up being a little OC, but you’ll just have to live with that.

Kattie