The Chipmunks Saga continues… For those of you that are curious on what happened on Founders Island, Well, here is the truth. Done in Mary-Anne's P.O.V. the story is told, and all the questions shall be answered.
WARNING: This story may contain graphic materials that may not be suitable for younger readers. Please be advised when reading, and to read with an open mind, thank you. If you have not read, 'To Lose Yourself', or 'Unexpected Surprises part 1 and 2', then please do so before reading this otherwise it may not make sense. Again, thank you!
I would especially like to thank to my beta reader, Silver Rider, for her assistance in this story.
Alvin and the Chipmunks, of course, was created and produced by Ross Bagdasarian and the Bagdasarian productions. I am not doing this for profit. Basically, I just wanted to have a little fun.
The owl is a nocturnal
bird strongly associated withthe moon and feminine energy.
Shrouded in mystery, the owl
has been worshiped in some
cultures for its ties to wisdom
and fertility, and feared in
other cultures for its ties to
death, darkness, and evil. North
American tribes believe the owl
possesses great healing powers.
Shamans who use owl medicine
have the ability to uncover
secrets, to expose that which is
hidden in shadows or darkness.
- Dreaming the Owl Dream, 1989Mary's Story!
Written by Raven Child
Chapter 1: Lost Info Found!
He sat on his chair in the study, taking a quick glace at the clock. He blinked in bafflement when he read the time 1:52am, had he been up that late. With a sigh, Simon glanced back at his computer screen he still had work to do but since it was getting late, he was thinking of calling a night. As he sat there, his mind wondered a small hint of pride came to him as he realized that he had his own home. It had taken him a year, but now he though as a small smile came to his lips. It had been a joint decision between Jeanette and him to move closer to Rob and Judy in San Diego. It worked out for the best between them, so they could continue to expose the Illuminati.
Jeanette was able to get a part time job at a local museum while she finishes her studies. As for him, he had stopped working for Nathan, in favour of working on another book full time, this time with Rob. He was still going to collage.
Naturally, Dave and the others were very concerned with Simon and Jeanette moving so far away. Yet, they knew that it was no use talking them out of the move. Besides it wasn't as if they had moved into another country, just another city.
Within the first week of settling in their new home, Simon noticed the nightmares were seeping back. It was getting harder for him to get any sleep, due to the horrors he knew he would see. This had placed him in the difficult situation and he was unable to share this information with his wife or anyone close to him, excluding Rob. He still wasn't sure what they meant or why they were coming back now, but he had guessed that his friends are trying to tell him something, something he knew could be of use. But for what? He wasn't sure.
Absently Simon reached in his desk drawer and pulled out the black box, digging through its contents, he pulled out the CD he was looking for. It was the one he received in the hospital in an envelope, he had gone through it and had come across secret file for which he need a code to open it.
Leaning back on his chair he silently debated should he or shouldn't he wait for Rob to help him figure out what the code was. But being that he couldn't really sleep, and his own curiosity is getting the better of him, Simon decided to give it a try anyway.
With every failed attempt, Simon sat there staring at the computer screen in frustration. After the fourth try, he then turned away to look at the picture with him and his friends from the island. A smile crossed his face then he noticed the little angel pin sitting up beside the picture. His thoughts drifted off to his human friends, especially Mary-Anne.
How he missed her and their talks. Mary-Anne had been like a second mother to him, or more like a guardian angel. He pondered over those words for a moment. Maybe? Possibly? He could almost hear a faint voice telling him to use that word. There was only one way to see if it might work. He began typing 'Guardian Angel' in after looking back at the computer screen.
To his surprise the file opened. It looked like a special document. Like a journal or something, without hesitation, Simon began to read it.
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Hello survivor(s),
This is a special file that explains a more personal part of my experiences on this Island. I don't have much time to give you my whole life story, but this is all I have time to give you.
My name is Mary-Anne Ellis. I'm originally from Helensville, in New Zealand. I have been on the Island for years, practically since the first group of 'students' that arrived. Lately I have made a serious decision. This decision will enable me to come home again. I would never ever see anyone, not my family, nor any friends I have made on the Island, while it's sad, but it's true.
I have foggy memories from my past and the only thing I have to that links me to it is a golden pin of a little praying angel. It was given to me from my great-grand mother; this pin is dear to me since I was told it would protect me from evil. I had made a promise to me great-grandmother that I will always wear it in a secret place. For some reason, she didn't want me to showing people that I wore it. I had always looked up to her; she seemed to know things even that I was not aware of. She always said that I had a gift and that I would be apart of a great change that will come soon. As a child this bemused me.
Grand Mum, seemed to be the only one that understood me as I was growing up. Whenever I spoke up that I saw colors around people, she would smile knowingly like she knew what I was talking about, where as other people felt that I was just imagining them, it was like a phase I was going through. My grand mum would tell me things that most children at my age back then, would feel it was beyond them, but I understood for some reason. I would ask her questions and she would smile at me lovingly and answer them. Any other adult would have patted me on the head and send me to play without answering my questions.
My grandmother was there when I needed her the most even when I needed a real friend that understood me. Now that I need her wise words, she's not around, at times likes this I really miss her, her smile, and presences.
My earliest memory was my kidnapping, a few weeks after taking a mysterious IQ test. I was 9 years old at the time. I was a grade higher for my age sine I was smart. It was one day after school when I was on my way home when a man walked up to me. He wore a dark suit; I looked up at him and remember feeling fear creeping into me. I felt something prick into my other arm, through the haze I saw another man just before passing out.
So much for the protective pin, huh.
I woke up being on a plane; beside me was one of the men that picked me up from my school. I don't really remember the full conversation, but he had me convinced that I would never see my home ever again. He told me his name it was the Dean. He described to me my new home and school. He went on talking about the Founders who were in charge of the new school. More details on these creatures called "The Founders" will be described later on.
After arriving at the Island the Dean, gave me new cloths, showed me to my new room. Two hours later, he brought in my roommate, Emily Carter; she was from a small town in Canada. The first couple of months she and I had come fast friends, but soon something happened. To my horror she fell under the Founders evil brainwash. She and most of the other children that came to the Island against their own will, started to follow each and every command given to them without question. I was not affected by their attempts at controlling our thoughts and emotions. In an instant I knew it had something to do with the pin. As instructed by my grand mum, I kept the pin a secret. Not wanting to get caught with it, I pined on the inside of my jacket, hidden from the view of everyone, but now I didn't know whom I could have trusted.
Deciding to stand up to this I started my discovery, wanting to know what was happening to us and why. It wasn't long after that, that I realized that "the Founders" were using some sort of chemicals to enhance our brains. Caused all of us to hear each other's thoughts, ideas and just about everything else. I also found out that if it weren't for this special substance they feed us every day the noise of our own thoughts would speed up at 1000 miles per minute. I have learned not to let the noise drive me crazy. Apparently it drove some of the other students, which for some reason didn't fall under the control of the Founders, had gone insane with all the noise. Some couldn't take the stress and did what they could to escape, only to be captured and taken away and never heard from again.
The years went by and new 'students' came to the Island, and like always they would eventually become victims to the Founders evil. I found myself becoming more and more alone here.
There had been one Founder, however, he seemed to look at me differently then the others would or did. It was like he knew something. I worried if he might have known about my secret angel pin, being that jewellery was forbidden on the Island. If that was so, why didn't he report me? I didn't know if I should be scared or what about this, but his stares were not threatening to me…yet!
I'll soon find out, but till then all I can do is hunt more information, to hopefully expose them one day…
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Simon tore his gaze away from the computer, Mary-Ann was right about one of the Founders, and he wasn't threatening, but somehow did manage to get them away from the troubles, the harsh treatment and other stuff, over the years.
Could he be the one to send him to see that shrink all those years back? Was he the one who wrote those letters, warning Simon to hide from the public glare, in the fear of the other "Founders"?
What were these "Founders" looking for in the smart kids or chipmunks? As the questions swam in his head, he was forced to grip the desk, before he fell of his chair.
After taking few deep breaths, he close the file and the computer for the night, heading to the master bedroom, he failed to see a transparent figure watching over him.
"May you have more luck with this Simon, then I did" she spoke quietly, and vanished like a smoke into the air.
