Author's Note:
Hi I'm back with the sequel to Ultimate A! First off I want to thank everybody who's reviewed my first story. Also I want to thank TheTimberWolf09 for helping with the design of the monster army in this story, yup more mutants. ^.^
Also I have a new OCs joining our growing cast.
Vixen- she is like Brittany but isnt as girly and her favorite color is purple. Originally she is a elite fighter(master in all fighting skills) and a deadly assassin. She wears a purple and black tracksuit. Purple and black gloves. And wears her black hair with purple highlights in a ponytail . And black and purple shades ontop of her head(down when she is fighting).
Vixen belongs to PhoenixWolf-77, and also here is the complete list of OCs minus one, Nathan who belongs to TheTimberWolf09, and then there's Stripes who belongs to alvinchipmunkfan, up next is Max who is owned by ACTCROCKS02, and finally there's my OCs Copper and Cream.
Wow that's a lot, and I still have a spot open for one more, and sorry guys, if you already have an OC I will not allow another, the reason for this is to allow everyone to have a join in on the action through their own unique characters.
Alright I think I've bored you enough, on with the first chapter of Ultimate Machine, and for complete bios of the monsters you'll be reading about in this story check out TheTimberWolf09's story Design Templates: Beastlings uploaded. The story starts out one year after the last chapter of Ultimate A.
On with the chapter!
The girl squints as she peers out of the doorway, "Are you sure you don't want to wait until the storm passes?" the older woman questions staring worriedly at the young teen zipping up her jacket, "I'll be ok, it's not like I'm going to melt from a little rain," the girl assures her as she slips her hood over her head and ducks out into the onslaught of rain.
"Be careful!" the older woman calls watching as the huddled form of her daughter's friend quickly gets lost in the foggy rain, frowning the woman peeks out up and down the street before ducking back into the safety of her apartment.
The girl jogs slightly down the sidewalk hugging her rain coat tightly against her chest while keeping her head tucked safely down protecting her eyes from the whipping water, suddenly the wind picks up violently yanking her hood off and throwing buckets of rain onto her head, the girl sputters and ducks into a nearby doorway shivering and shaking from the chill of the rain.
Her sneaker suddenly grows warm, frowning the teen glances down her eyes widening in fear she lets loose a scream worthy of a horror film, she scrambles backwards back into the open sky, dragging the blood of the slaughtered man after her.
The man's body lays half in and half out of his apartment door, thick claw marks are etched deep into the metal of his door and his eyes are missing from their sockets, the door handle is crushed into a bent metal form and the man's body appears to have been fed upon.
The girl's hands scrape against the wet concrete her breath coming out in quick sharp gasps, she suddenly slips and goes tumbling into the road just as a car skids around the corner.
The driver looks up and quickly stomps both feet on the brake skidding to a stop just inches of the stunned girl, he quickly slips out of his running car into the rain and bends down at her side, "Are you ok?" he questions laying a comforting hand on her soaked shoulder, "A-A man, he's dead! Someone killed him!" the girl cries pointing with a shaking hand in the direction of the body.
The man follows her gesture and frowns at the trail of blood being quickly washed away, "Come on, I'll call the police and I'll drive you home," the man informs the shaken girl as he helps her to her feet, "You two won't be going any where," the man looks up blinking through the rain just in time to meet two glowing predatory eyes on the head of a monster.
"Today on-,"
"Mom? Dad is that-,"
"Then you want to heat the oven to-,"
The Chipette lazily flips through the channels her neon blue eyes half closed, "Pick a channel please Max," another Chipette settles down beside the deep dark furred rodent, "Fine you pick one Stripes," she hands the TV remote over just as a loud clap of thunder rocks the newly built house's foundation.
"A-are you sure the builders made this house safe Dave?" a timid chubby chipmunk questions peering up from a cook book, his dark green hoody protected by a small white apron, the man in question looks up from his newspaper.
"I'm positive Theodore, and besides don't you like how much more space we have?" the man questions a fatherly warm gleam in his dark brown eyes as he watches the dirty blonde chipmunk's face relax and a innocent smile stretch across his cheeks.
"Yeah! The kitchen is so much more roomy, which means we can store more food!" Theodore chirps peering down from the counter top to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the clean black and white tiled floor.
"But it makes it harder too," Theodore looks over to his counterpart perched up in a cabinet, "I can't find the sugar," she pouts fixing her light green gaze on the male rodent.
"I'll get it," a huge bat swoops in from the living room, landing perfectly on top of the fridge he opens up a cabinet and pulls out the bag of sugar a small victorious smile on his muzzle, "Thanks Nathan," Theodore chirps as his female counterpart jumps down onto the counter, "Yeah thank you," she adds as the Madagascar fruit bat glides down and hands her the bag.
"No problem Eleanor, have you seen Simon? I have a question for him about the science project due next Friday," the bat grumbles irritated at the thought of school, the two youngest chipmunks exchange a thoughtful look just as another talking animal wanders into the warm cozy kitchen, "He and Jean are in the basement," the sleepy eyed rodent informs the small group as he runs a paw through his army style red fur.
"Ok, thanks Copper," with that Nathan quickly takes to the air and speeds out of the kitchen in search of the two bespectacled chipmunks; Dave gazes around at his mixed match butch of kids and sighs with a small smile.
"Morning!" suddenly a cheerful Chipette skips into the living room her voice caring throughout the house, Max peeks over the arm of the couch to give the over enthusiastic chipmunk a curious yet irritated stare, "Morning Cream, what's got you in such a good mood?"
The vanilla Chipette beams brightly, "There's a huge sale today down town, Brittany and I are planning on running down there and grabbing up the new summer collection, you two wanna come it'll be a girl's day out?" Cream questions smiling at the gothic rodent.
"Oh yeah sounds like fun!" Stripes rainbow colored eyes glow happily at the thought, "We don't even wear shoes," Max points out, "I'd rather go shopping for clothes," she says shrugging.
"Well there's a sale at the mall, wanna go to that too? Who knows you might have a special occasion that you'd want to wear shoes to," Cream suggests, Stripes suddenly makes a troubled face, "I haven't seen Brittany all day," she mumbles, the two other Chipettes fall silent exchanging a quick worried glance.
Her electric blue eyes study the grave with mixed emotion, the groundskeeper shakes his head and fixes his hat, "I'm sorry, I have no idea who would've done this," the man sighs staring with sorrow at the huge hole in the ground right above the chipmunk sized coffin.
She swallows thickly and looks up fighting back angry and saddened tears, "Someone just took his body?" she questions her stomach churning at the thought of some twisted person coming in and stealing the body of a famous rock star.
"Afraid so, I can go have a look at the cameras but I'm not sure if the storm has knocked them out or not," the man says gesturing with his thumb towards a small shack just off the edge of the large cemetery, the Chipette stares down at the bouquet of red flowers her ears laying back with grief.
"Can you call my dad once you figure it out?" she asks hopefully remembering the sale down town.
"Of course," the man nods, "I'll contact the police right after, we'll find 'em," the man assures the forlorn rodent standing near his feet.
She stares with empty eyes at his tombstone, the man hesitates before walking quietly off towards the shed to inspect the tapes, "Oh Alvin, who would do such a thing?"
A short first chapter, sorry guys and girls, and don't fret if your OC hasn't made a appearance yet they will be in this story, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
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