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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 12, 2008 20:40:16 GMT -5
RATED M (MATURE) FOR VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE.
I've been trying to come up with ideas for a fanfic for a while. Then I had a great idea, then I forgot about it. WallysGirl so kindly reminded me about it today and I wrote chapter one. Here it is, I hope you like it! (It will be constantly tweaked and hopefully frequently updated.) (By the way, only the three main chickmunks will be in it. I think. I'm not sure yet.)
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Chapter 1
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“You’re kidding, right?”
Alvin stared at his human guardian in disbelief. He was having trouble believing that the words had actually come out of Dave’s mouth, the very words that granted him premature freedom.
“No, Alvin, I think you’ve been very good over the past few days,” Dave told the flabbergasted chipmunk, a gentle smile playing about his lips, “You haven’t caused any trouble or mischief, and I haven’t had one call from Principal Milliken all week. You deserve it.” He patted the red-clad ‘munk on the head.
“YES!” Alvin jumped on the spot as he punched the air in triumph, an ear-to-ear grin on his furry face. “Oh yeah! Go Alvin! You da man!” He then began dancing all around the living room, circling the coffee table in the centre of the four walls surrounding him, singing loudly but perfectly in key as he did.
This continued until Simon walked in, looking clearly annoyed about something. “What is all the racket about?" he asked irritably. "I am trying to complete my homework and I am unable to concentrate!” he complained, waving the half completed maths sheet in question above his head. “I’ll give you three guesses to figure out why.” he added, further emphasizing his annoyance.
Alvin practically skipped up to his disgruntled brother and put an arm around the intellectual’s shoulders. “Dear brother, this day shall go down in history.” He told him in a quiet tone, making up for his lack of volume with a dramatic pose.
“And why is that?” Simon asked, an obvious hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Will today be the day you finally learn the true meaning of silence?” He glared at Alvin, who was getting uncomfortably close to his face.
“No, Simon,” Alvin replied, who was so close his nose was almost touching his as he returned the glare, “Today,” he started, his pompous pose returning, “Is the day. That I, Alvin Seville, was…”
“Oh get on with it; I have maths homework to finish.” Simon muttered as his patience, or lack of it, was tested to its limits. He had to try hard to stay calm and
prevent his hands from curling into fists and crushing his already near ruined maths homework.
“UNGROUNDED EARLY!” Alvin yelled right next to Simon’s ear as he leapt away from his taller sibling and resumed dancing around the room and singing as loud as his little lungs would let him, oblivious to how much this annoyed his brother, and surrogate father.
Simon groaned as he held a hand to his ringing ear. 'Perhaps he deafened me – then I wouldn’t have to listen to his meaningless words!' he thought as he trudged out of the room with the air of a loser. He made his way up the stairs, muttering to himself. “Maybe I should just invest in some earplugs.” He paused on the third step from the top, contemplating this. “That’s actually a pretty good idea, why didn’t I think of it before?!” he exclaimed, a smile finding its way onto his face as he ran up the rest of the steps and into the bathroom.
In the trio’s bedroom, Theodore was lying on the floor at the end of his bed, listening to music on his portable CD player and drawing pictures in crayon, humming softly to the tune of the song he was listening to. “Hmm hm hmmm hmm hmm hmm, mmhm mm mmmm…” He had refrained from doing so when Simon was in the room, so he did not disturb him, but upon seeing his older brother leave the room to pursue the mystery of the noises downstairs, he had taken advantage of the situation.
“I know we have some here somewhere… aha!” Simon pulled a small box out of the bathroom cabinet and pulled two cotton wool balls from within. He stuffed them into his pocket before putting the box back and closing the cabinet door, grabbing his homework from the side and heading for the bedroom again.
Theodore held a piece of paper up in front of his face. Upon the paper was an image of the three chipmunk brothers, each one playing their favoured instrument on a big stage in front of a bigger audience. The picture was extremely colourful and bright, Theodore had used every crayon in his crayon box at least twice when colouring it. The chubby chipmunk swelled with pride.
Simon walked into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He noticed Theodore looking proudly at something he had just drawn, and Simon stepped behind his little brother and peered at the drawing. He smiled. “That’s an excellent picture, Theodore!” he told the little chipmunk as his eyes scanned the paper. “One of your best yet.”
Theodore jumped slightly; he hadn’t heard Simon come in. “Th-thank you!” he stuttered in response, looking up at his bespectacled brother happily. Sometimes he felt like Simon was the only person he could talk to; Alvin was way too hyper and full of himself, and sometimes Dave just wasn’t the person he felt like conversing with about some things. “I-I’m glad you like it!”
“I like all of your artwork, Theodore.” Simon told him, grinning slightly as he walked back around to his desk where he had been doing him homework before Alvin’s singing had distracted him. He sat down and placed his homework on the desk, pulling the cotton wool balls out of his pocket. “If you want anything, just poke me.” he called over to Theodore as he inserted the cotton balls into his ears.
“Okie-dokie!” Theodore replied happily as he located another clean sheet of paper and began drawing a new picture. He loved drawing, and he never threw any of his artwork away. Alvin had torn a couple up when he was really mad at Theodore one time, but other than that he had kept all the pictures he had ever drawn.
Alvin was still dancing and singing – Dave had left the room to write down some song ideas Alvin had just given him – until he had, in his opinion, a great idea. “I’ve got a great idea!” he yelled. “We have to celebrate this day that will go down in history!” and with that he ran to the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath. “THEODORE! SIMON!” he yelled.
…
When he received silence as a response, he tried yelling again. “DEAREST BROTHERS! YOUR SIBLING WISHES TO HAVE A CONVERSATION!”
“Alvin, why don’t you just go upstairs and talk to them?” Dave called from somewhere else in the house as he was having trouble ignoring Alvin’s shouts.
Alvin growled and reluctantly climbed the staircase. He kicked the bedroom door open and stormed in. “GUYS!” he yelled, clearly annoyed at the lack of attention he was getting. His yell brought about no response, so he tried again. “HELLO?! AM I INVISIBLE?! HAVE YOU BOTH SUDDENLY GONE DEAF?!”
Simon pulled the cotton wool balls out of his ears. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” he asked, swivelling on his chair and resting his forearms on the back of it.
“We’re going out. Come on!” In turn, Alvin ran across the room and grabbed a brother by the back of his shirt and proceeded to drag them out of the room.
“My pictures!” Theodore squeaked as he dropped the crayon he was holding in surprise as Alvin pulled him to his feet.
“My homework!” Simon yelped as Alvin tore him away from his desk, overturning the desk chair in the process.
“Come on!!” Alvin yelled as he pulled them from the room. “We’re off to celebrate!”
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Post by ChyukiPastukiSuzuki on Jan 12, 2008 20:45:00 GMT -5
Oh-Em-Gee, I know I already told you this but it rocks!!! xD
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Post by wallysgirl on Jan 12, 2008 20:45:54 GMT -5
AWESOME!! You got it up!!! Well, you already know I <3 it! Everyone's in character and Alvin's being his normal egotistical self! *giggles* Update soon!! This is gonna be a good fic, I can tell!  ^^ |
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 12, 2008 20:47:24 GMT -5
^^ Thanks! Criticism is always welcome, also.
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 14, 2008 11:37:08 GMT -5
Sorry for the double post, but here's Chapter Two!
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Chapter 2
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“Alvin, where are we going?” Theodore asked Alvin as he walked alongside him with a puzzled expression on his face. The podgy chipmunk was still a little upset about how Alvin had torn him away from his drawings, but Alvin had claimed it was “important.”
“The candy store.” Alvin said firmly, striding forward as both of his brothers hurried to catch up with him. They then ran straight into Alvin when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Oof!”
“Ow!”
“Alvin!” Simon grumbled, adjusted his glasses. “What are you doing?” he asked, peering over his overconfident brother’s head. “O-oh.” They were stood in front of a huge treehouse, which seemed to be built on a gigantic tree which was at least fifty times taller than the house it appeared to be growing out of. The treehouse itself appeared immensely complicated and crowded, seeing as the front of a sea liner and the wing and tail of a small aeroplane were visible from where they were stood, sticking out from between other strange items and the infinite planks of wood and nails which held the structure together. “Alvin, please don’t say we’re going to-”
“The more the merrier!” Alvin ran off ahead in the direction of the front door so fast he was barely a blur moving across the road to the front door.
Theodore hurried after his brother, but not before stooping low and picking a shimmering golden buttercup which was growing between a crack in the concrete. He held it carefully in his paw as he tried to catch up with Alvin, running as fast as his little legs would allow him without risking tripping over.
Simon sighed in exasperation as he watched Alvin knock on the door, then remember there was a doorbell and press it what looked like a million and one times. Had he been in a Japanese animation, a large blue sweatdrop would have appearing on the back of his head. But as he wasn’t, he just shook his head sadly and jogged up to his brothers at the door.
A small metal square next to the door which resembled a small elevator slid open, and a smaller television was seen behind the metal sheets, moving towards them slightly. The screen remained dark and motionless for a few seconds, before it suddenly buzzed into life, a colourful image of a female chickmunk appeared on the screen. The girl looked tired; her normally sleek, short black hair looked like something was nesting in it and her eyes were dark and half closed, but the moment she saw who it was her face lit up. “Alvin!” she squeaked, “I’m so happy to see you!”
“And you, m’darling,” Alvin said with a soft grin. He was always happy to see Rika, unless she was swooning over Simon like she often did.
“What’s up? Wait- weren’t you grounded? How come-” she stopped mid sentence when she had to duck as something that looked vaguely like a television remote flew over her head. “I’d invite you in, but Roz is currently armed with a pair of scissors and Disma’s just insulted her, so…” Rika ducked once more as the remote flew over her head yet again. She turned and yelled something behind her, almost inaudible to the chipmunks stood on the doorstep. They could just about figure out she was telling them to stop, but by the looks of it they weren’t as the remote whizzed over her head again.
“We understand,” Simon said hurriedly. He knew what Roz was like when insulted, and if she was in possession of sharp things he didn’t want to come within five miles of her.
“We were-” Alvin started, but was interrupted by Simon and his ever important details.
“YOU were, we had no say in the matter.” Simon muttered testily as he removed his glasses and began polishing them on the edge of his deep blue shirt.
“Okay, okay, I was wondering if any of you guys wanted to come to the candy store with us, to retrieve the necessary ingredients to celebrate today! The day which will go down in the history of forever!” Alvin’s dramatic pose returned, even though Rika could only see him from the elbows up.
“Oh?” Rika replied raising an eyebrow. “And what is that?” Rika asked, smirking slightly. Knowing Alvin, he had thought of a new way of making the most boring thing in life interesting, or he had completed his homework on time or something.
“Being the smart person you are, I thought you’d have figured it out already,” Alvin said, his features drooping slightly in mock disappointment.
“Hmm… nope, you’re too good Alvin,” Rika said, acting as if she was inferior to him. “Go on, tell me. Put me out of my misery.”
“Aww, come on!” Alvin pleaded. “At least guess!”
“He was let off being grounded early, without bribing or begging Dave.” Simon said bluntly as he placed his glasses back onto his face with a bored expression. “So he thinks we should celebrate.”
“Really?!” Rika exclaimed happily, “That’s great! And definitely worth celebrating!” A soft smile found its way onto Rika’s face along with a cute twinkle in her eye. “I’m so proud of you!”
Alvin felt the heat rising in his face. “Eh heh heh, it was nothing! So are you guys coming? We’re gonna buy the whole place! Candies, soda, cookies, muffins... anything with sugar in it!”
“Holdonaminute did someone mention CANDY?!” came Roz’s voice from off the screen. The hyperactive chickmunk bounded into view, more or less shoving Rika out of the way. She was, indeed, bearing a pair of scissors, but luckily there wasn’t anything that resembled blood on them. “Where’s the candy?!”
“Nice going, Alvin!” Rika called from off the edge of the screen as she pushed Roz out of the way again and turned her head to speak to the murderous friend off screen. “Roz, go stab Disma or something.”
“I have been trying to do that for the past forty-nine seconds,” came Roz’s exasperated voice, “But he moves too fast!” She then ran off to try to end Disma’s life again, judging by Rika’s expression and the blurred figure which ran behind the despairing chickmunk.
Rika sighed. Roz was just too much to handle sometimes. Even this “early” in the afternoon she was as hyperactive as ever, and just as lethal. Then again, it was Disma’s fault for comparing her face with a prune. Disma really did push it sometimes. ‘Heh, More like all the time,’ she thought. He and Dima were always blowing Roz’s room up, it wasn’t really surprising she hated the two of them. “Depending on when Roz gives up, we’ll be out soon.” she told the bored chipmunks stood outside.
“Okie-dokie!” Alvin replied, grinning. “Looks like we’ll be waiting here a while, doesn’t it?” he chuckled, looking at his two brothers, neither of which looked the slightest bit amused.
“Tell Roz there’s candy outside, to help her come out faster,” Simon suggested in a dull tone, “I-If she gets dressed,” he added hastily, an awkward expression dominating his features. “I’d rather she didn’t come out in her pyjamas.”
“Ooh, you’re like that, wouldn’t you, Si?” Alvin teased, elbowing Simon in the ribs with a smirk on his innocent face. He loved teasing his brothers about their relationships with the girls, even though he was often in odd situations with them himself.
Simon glared at his flirtatious brother and looked away, back to the screen, where Rika was giggling.
“Alvin, you’re so silly. Anyway, I’m gonna go get dressed, we’ll be down soon!” Rika smiled and waved before the television screen fizzled out into static and it reversed back behind the mini elevator and the doors closed on it.
The three chipmunk brothers sat down on the doorstep, waiting for the girls to emerge. They thought only the girls would come because Roz probably killed Disma and recently they’d heard that Liam, a young boy Roz had found homeless in a dark alley, had come down with a fever and was staying in bed for the next week or so.
Suddenly, the door behind them was thrown open and a girl leaped over their heads. “Woooohooo!” she yelled and she turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air and landed squarely in front of the shocked chipmunks, a wide grin on her fuzzy face and her hands on her hips. A large black hooded sweater covered her upper body and a pair of dark blue jeans hung down from her hips, held up by a black, silver studded belt. The jeans also covered most of her red, grey and white trainers. Her wavy, golden-brown hair, almost the same colour as her fur, fell to halfway down her back and two loose bangs drooped down her forehead, just short of her silvery-grey eyes. “You guys promised sugary stuffs,” Roz said sternly, her face now serious but her eyes sparkling, amused, “Now let’s go!”
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Post by wallysgirl on Jan 14, 2008 19:59:04 GMT -5
YAY! ^^ Cute, very descriptive, I could visualize everything! Awesome job! ^^ Can't wait for more! |
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Post by ChyukiPastukiSuzuki on Jan 14, 2008 20:21:30 GMT -5
Hehe, that is so...like Roz, armed with scissors. xD Write faster I wanna read moreeeeeee!!!!!!  |
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 16, 2008 17:03:09 GMT -5
Lol, here's chapter 3 for you eager people.
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Chapter 3
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“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there y-”
“No!”
There was a pause, then-
“Are we ther-”
“NO!”
“Sheesh, I was only asking!”
"Roz, we're going to the store. It's five minutes away. Could you please try and be silent until we get there?" Simon asked exasperatedly. To be honest, he didn't feel safe leading her to a place full of sugar, but Alvin wasn't going to stop for anything.
"Wanna bet on it?" Roz asked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Roz’s intuition sucked compared to Simon’s, but sometimes Simon just didn’t know how determined the hyperactive chickmunk could be, especially when stakes are high.
"No, because knowing my luck I'll lose." Simon stated bluntly. He didn’t feel like risking his money for an all-out guess.
“Fine then, but watch how quiet I am!” Roz said, and didn’t speak another word until they entered the shop, where she drew a tissue from her pocket, clasped it over her mouth and doubled up in a coughing fit.
Theodore shot a worried glance at the other two chickmunks, who just shrugged. “She’s got a cough,” Yuki explained, “And by the looks of it she suspected coughing would make her lose.”
Roz nodded weakly as she straightened up, crushed the tissue into a tiny ball in her hand and tossed it lightly into a nearby bin. “No worries, I’m still alive!”
“No one was worried…” Simon muttered as he watched Alvin with an eagle eye, for his excited brother was rushing up and down the aisles as if his life depended on it, which it probably did to him. He wanted to celebrate his early release pretty badly.
“Hey, I got an idea,” Alvin said as he staggered across the tiled floor, his arms laden with sugary foodstuffs, “Why don’t we head back to the treehouse when we’ve got the food? Your place is the best place for parties and stuff.”
“Yes, but you tend to ruin them,” came Roz’s voice from somewhere across the shop; she was evidentially also trying to clear the shelves of delicious treats.
“No, actually, that’s you,” Yuki called over from near the entrance of the store, “Remember what happened last time?” she added with a cool tone to her voice.
“That was an accident! How was I supposed to know how long to microwave the popcorn for when someone threw the box away?” Roz squeaked innocently.
“So, can we have it at yours?” Alvin asked again as he stumbled over to the checkout, Roz in hot pursuit. “Pleeeease? Dave wouldn’t let us have a party at our house-”
“I wonder why that is…” Simon said, laying the sarcasm on thickly as per usual.
Alvin ignored his brother’s comment and continued “-and your place is huuuge, so, pleeeease?”
Everyone except Simon agreed, but no one was really paying much attention to his opinion at the moment anyway so it didn’t matter to them. Simon was clearly a bit peeved, but decided not to make a scene out of it.
Once the snacks which would make up their next four meals or so were purchased and loaded into bags, they departed the shop for the treehouse, their discussion moved from the celebration to the concert in a few weeks time that the two trios had been planning for some time now.
“Have you guys decided on any songs for the concert yet?” Roz asked in general to everyone present, seeing as she was currently writing a solo she planned on singing and was wondering about everyone else’s progress.
“We’ve chosen all of them,” Simon said smugly as he adjusted his azure glasses, “We chose them all weeks ago so we wouldn’t have to worry about it later, and organized everything else pretty shortly afterwards. How about you?”
“Err…” Roz wasn’t expecting a response like that, so she just stuffed the rest of the half eaten chocolate bar she was holding into her mouth, wrapper and all, and smiled sweetly.
“We’re working on it,” Yuki said as Roz attempted to consume the large block of chocolate and paper in her mouth, “I’m written a few songs just for this concert.”
This made Simon smile; he enjoyed hearing Yuki sing, moreso than the other two sometimes. Yuki’s singing voice was quite low like his, and when the pair sang together he couldn’t think of a more beautiful sound. Rika’s voice was excellent, too. Roz’s singing was … unique, it needed an acquired taste.
“Wheh, woalw, oh aff I!” Roz tried to speak with her mouthful. She gave a few hasty chews, swallowed the chocolate, coughed twice, and spoke again. “Well, so have I!”
“No one asked you,” Simon said in an irritated tone, before Rika spoke up.
“Roz, did you just swallow the wrapper on the chocolate bar?” she asked, a concerned look on her face.
Roz gulped. “Um… maybe?” A nervous expression took over her face as she gave a shaky laugh. “I-It was only paper, and maybe my stomach won’t notice with the amount of chocolate-”
“Um, guys?” Theodore squeaked from somewhere behind them; he appeared to have slowed down or stopped completely when Roz first tried to speak with a full mouth, “Wh-Where ar-are we?”
They all stopped and looked around. They had become distracted and strayed from the pavement, and were now in a dark alleyway between a large factory and an abandoned office block. Trash cans and empty, soggy cardboard boxes lined the walls, along with torn trash bags whose contents littered the damp floor.
“Should we e-e-even b-be here?” Theodore asked, a clear stammer of fright in his voice. Rika moved over swiftly to him and placed a comforting hand on the stout chipmunk’s quivering shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid, Theodore,” she said softly, “It’s only an alley, we just turn around and leave-“
“Or we could pass through and see where it leads!”
“Roz!” everyone protested, except for Theodore who was too frightened to speak.
“Okay, okay, we’ll just go.” Roz turned around to leave, beckoning for the others to follow, when she walked straight into something large and solid which she was sure wasn’t there before. Stumbling back and taking a closer look at the obstruction, she realised it was a large, burly looking bloke, who was wearing a black leather jacket, a pair of tight, torn jeans and a malicious look. He looked like he’d just come out of one of the action films that Rika and Yuki prevented her from watching because they’re worried that they would make her even crazier. Behind the man was another four similar looking figures, all skinnier than the man directly in front of Roz, but all looking just as threatening. “Oops, sorry!” Roz apologised, “I didn’t see you there, we’ll just be leaving.” She tried to walk around the men, but they were blocking the way. “Unless you actually want me to annoy the hell out of you, I advise you-“
“Quiet, shrimp!” the large frontal figure spat, grabbing the front of her sweater and lifting her up to his face, so they were almost nose-to-nose. “I’ll teach you to walk into me…” He hissed, before dropping her to the floor, growling and punching his right fist into his left palm.
Roz gulped. The first thing that passed through her mind was ‘Oh man, I think I’m in trouble…’
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Criticism is welcome also, remember!
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Post by wallysgirl on Jan 17, 2008 11:03:52 GMT -5
Uh-oh...here comes le trouble!!
;D I liked it, Roz was very funny! And Simon's so sarcastic!
I think Roz can take those guys on!!....erm...Right?
I must find out!!! ><
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 17, 2008 11:17:49 GMT -5
You've seen the backstory, you pretty much know what's gonna happen... I've written one col bit so I'm going to work on the chapter in a minute.
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Post by Renee on Jan 17, 2008 11:44:42 GMT -5
Ooh, you're story sounds so exciting so far. I can't wait to see what happens next! ^^
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 17, 2008 12:26:32 GMT -5
It gets veeery interesting next. You'll see. This fanfiction is really fun to write/type! ^^ |
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 18, 2008 18:57:09 GMT -5
Sorry for double post again, I has the new DRAMATIC chapter!
Warning: There will be blood, violence, possibly fatal injuries, that sort of stuff. Not for the faint hearted.
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Backing up cautiously, Roz risked a glance over her shoulder and noticed her friends had already moved away from the menacing group rather quickly, leaving her behind. “I-I’m sorry! Can’t you just accept that and we’ll be on our-” Roz’s apology was cut short by the leader’s (whom she had mentally nicknamed “Toothache”) left fist, which collided with the underside of her chin and sent her flying backwards into a pile of cardboard boxes some feet away.
“Roz!” Cries of concern flew up from the others as they rushed forward and helped pull the injured ‘munk out of the rubbish and onto her feet. Well, Rika and Theodore did, Alvin, Simon and Yuki didn’t appear all that bothered and hovered behind the two previously mentioned, seeing as Roz injured herself regularly and one little punch wasn’t going to keep her down.
“You ain’t worth botherin’ with if you’re that mush of a pushova,” one of the skinnier thugs in the back grunted, a black balaclava covering his entire face aside from his eyes.
“You shut up!” Roz shouted across the alley, held back only by Rika and Theodore as she tried to run at the men, clearly offended.
“Roz!” Rika hissed in her ear. “Don’t make things worse!”
“They started it!” Roz protested, saliva flying from her mouth as she yelled again and glared at them as if they’d murdered her best friend.
“Toothache” smirked, and drew a gun from his pocket, lifting it and pointing it in the direction of Yuki, who was stood at the back of the group but in the middle of the alley. Alone. An open target.
Roz noticed this, and skidded in front of Yuki, acting like a human shield. She wasn't going to just stand around and watch her friend get shot. Teeth clenched and hands curled into fists, she could never have expected what happened next. As she heard the gun being fired, a flash of blue passed in front of her face. Behind her, a distressed Yuki squeaked the name of the last person she wanted to hear. "Simon!"
Taking a step back, she glanced down and realised that Simon had blocked them both, and now he was drenched in blood. Anger boiled up inside Roz as she watched the blood pool around his chest, and she hopped over his lifeless body, running straight for the man holding the gun with every intention of killing the bastard that killed her friend.
Yuki knelt down besides Simon’s lifeless body, rolling him onto his back and trying desperately to find a pulse. Pressing two fingers to his neck, she found one moments later, albeit a weak one. She then frantically tried to figure out if he had been shot through the heart, or if he really did have a chance of surviving.
“Toothache” aimed for Roz, but he had trouble with moving targets and couldn’t find the right time to shoot, and he was running out of bullets. Roz took advantage of this and a few paces away she pushed off from the ground and took a flying kick at the man's chest, knocking the air from his lungs and the gun out of his hand, but not before he could pull the trigger, lodging a bullet in Roz's shin. As she cried out in pain, the gun hit the floor and another bullet flew from the gun and hit her mere inches above the first bullet wound, chipping the bone. Roz almost screamed, but she saw screaming as sissy and managed to bite her lip and somehow keep it in, regardless of the excruciating pain.
Alvin and Theodore hadn’t moved – neither of the chipmunk brothers could face the sight of their brother in such a crucial condition and all they could do was comfort each other. Rika had wandered over to a shadowy corner and was on her cellphone, calling the emergencies services. “..at least three ambulances, we already have two injured and I don’t know how much longer either can hold on!! They’re armed- … no, the thugs, none of us are armed, we just need those paramedics here now!! …”
“…The aorta.” Yuki breathed as her fingertips traced across her love interest’s chest, “It only went through the aorta… I-I think…” Tears were still coming thick and fast as she watched the blue shirt becoming rapidly more and more bloodstained.
“…Yes, yes, s’all correct, just get them here now!! …Thanks bye.” Rika hit the button to end the call and stuffed the cellphone back into her pocket. ‘Why is this happening? Why did those thugs have to take it so badly? … why did Roz have to walk into them?’ Rika shook her head to clear that thought from her head. ‘No, no one’s to blame and Roz probably feels guilty as it is.’
Theodore was sobbing helplessly into his elder brother’s shoulder as the pair cowered behind a trashcan, hoping the thugs would leave them alone, Alvin biting back his own tears. Normally, Alvin would have been out there, fighting those idiots who thought they were the boss, but he couldn’t leave his baby brother there all alone. He looked across the alley at Rika, stood alone and defenceless even if she was in the shadow. Still concerned, he turned his attention back to his weeping brother.
Roz took another run at the armed men, but this time one of them grabbed the back of her shirt and threw her right across the alley. Flying over Yuki and Simon, she landed face first on the ground a few metres in front of Rika and skidded across the rough ground, leaving a long bloody skid mark.
Rika clapped her hands to her mouth and suppressed a scream, clearly horrified. She rushed over to her friend and turned her over, dreading what she would see. Luckily, her fur had taken most of the friction that the skid had created, but her face now looked strangely bare. Or, it would have, had her face not been badly bruised and covered in blood, along with her nose being broken. Amazing, she was still conscious even though she had a head injury, presumed since a river of blood was running down the side of her cheek from somewhere in her hair. “Oh, Roz…” she uttered softly, hugging her now motionless figure close.
Yuki, looking over her shoulder after Roz had glided over her, jerked to her feet when she saw the state Roz was in. “Ro-!”
A gun sounded and a bullet sank deep into Yuki’s shoulder. “I’d worry about your boyfriend if I were-” the man stopped speaking when sirens were heard close by. “Sh*t, they called the cops!”
“Split up!”
“Shouldn’t we kill the one with the phone?” the first speaker said warily, eyeing Rika and wishing looks could kill.
"No time." "Toothache" grunted. "Just scram!"
The group of bandits dispersed and ran off in all directions. Yuki fell to her knees, clutching her shoulder and wincing. Roz tried to get up when she saw the thugs escaping, but it was just too much and she returned to her laying down position, completely silent yet still awake.
Alvin and Theodore crept out from behind the bin and over to Rika whilst she rose to her feet and hurried to Yuki’s side. “Are you okay? Does it hurt much?” Rika ask nervously. Yuki was unpredictable as it was and one wrong word could result in her lashing out and refusing help completely.
“’S just a scratch,” Yuki stammered, not taking her eyes off the slowly dying chipmunk before her. “It’s Simon we need to worry about.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she fidgeted with a corner of her beloved’s shirt which wasn’t soaked in blood, biting her lip.
Literally seconds later, a FRU arrived, and just as the paramedic inside rushed towards the group clutching a large green bag of medical equipment he was closely followed by three ambulances and five police cars, parked at either end of the alley. Yuki groaned and tried to get to her feet; she hated hospitals and anything related to them, these ambulance men weren’t going to take her alive.
Rika, as if she had read her friend's mind, held Yuki down, hissing in her ear “The less you struggle the sooner they can get Simon to the hospital.” Bearing this in mind, Yuki stayed still and just watched the crew as they tore Simon’s shirt open. Salty tears slip down her furry cheek as she squeezed her eyes closed, unable to continue watching. Her hand clenched her bullet wound tighter, blood dripping from between her fingers.
Roz, who had raised her head a little, watched the pitiful scene, tears welling up in her own eyes, until she tried to sit up and found the pain and strain too much for her body to take. Collapsing unconscious to the floor, two paramedics made their way efficiently to her side.
Alvin placed a hand on Rika’s shoulder and she turned around sharply. Upon realising on who it was, she wrapped her arms around him, tears soaking his shirt even more. Alvin did the same, stroking her hair gently and whispering comforting phrases in her ear.
Theodore clung to his healthy brother’s leg, tears still streaming down his face. ‘Why did this happen to us? Why? Why? Why?’
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Post by wallysgirl on Jan 18, 2008 19:48:56 GMT -5
Oh wow....this is really emotional...  Very desciptive...wonderful chapter, I got scared while reading it... Nice job ^^ |
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Post by kndlover7 on Jan 18, 2008 19:50:25 GMT -5
(I really shouldn't be grinning XD)
I'm already working on Chapter 5, I'm going to have my work cut out describing the interior of a hospital since I don't remember much from the few times I've been in one when I was very young.
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