AN: I'm going to start a story based on a dream I had a while back. The dream was pretty much exactly what will be described in this prologue. It was a dream about The Chipmunks. I do hope you enjoy. This is just the prologue, the rest of the story will be posted sometime soon. I can't promise it to be too soon, but it will happen eventually.

The Chipmunks and all related characters belong to Bagdasarian Productions. I own nothing.

Prologue

They ran. It was like watching a horror movie; he could do nothing as he watched them suffer.

It was bittersweet. He heard their footsteps crunching on the leaves, heard their troubled breathing as the two physically unfit boys ran for their lives…

And still, he could do nothing.

He felt like he was trapped on the other side of a television screen. His brothers needed him, but he was caged in this realm of helplessness, unable to aid them.

He felt like he was there, but he also…wasn't? They didn't acknowledge his presence, didn't speak to him. He didn't feel himself running. He just felt like he was watching.

Still, he felt their terror. He could feel the fear they felt, coursing through his veins. He could see, in close up detail, their flushed, damp faces. He could see, up close, the fear they held in their eyes. He saw the stains and rips in their dirty, disheveled bedclothes.

He didn't know what was happening. They were obviously running from something. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know how they got here.

His desperation to do something was growing stronger by the second, as he watched his brothers struggle to keep on going. Occasionally one of them would trip and let out a shrill cry before quickly getting to his feet again.

What was going on? Where were they? Why were they running? Why wasn't he with them? Why could he see them if he wasn't there?

He saw light, coming up behind them. It was headlights. They were being followed by someone in a car.

They didn't stand a chance. He cried out for them again, but his cries went unheard. He let tears fall, but he couldn't feel the wetness on his cheeks.

Then, things began to get blurry…

His vision was foggy and white. He could still see the blurry figures of his brothers, as they ran. He heard them screaming.

Then he heard gunshots, and a car horn. Then there was yelling. The voice of a man, then a woman.

That second voice was awfully familiar...

"Alvin, you're the best! Can I have your autograph?"

"Alvin, you should totez go solo!"

"Why do you even stay in a band with your brothers? You're obviously so much better than those freaks."

"I bet people would pay even more money to see you sing alone! And you wouldn't even have to share it!"

"If I were in your shoes, I'd never associate myself with that scrawny nerd and that fat-ass freak."

"Alvin! Alvin! Alvin!"

The voice morphed.

"Alvin! Alvin! ALVIIINNN!"

Alvin opened his eyes. His father stood over him, his face was drained of all color, and held a panicked expression.

"Simon and Theodore are gone."

Alvin could have sworn he stopped breathing.

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