(Quick Note for the reader)
I personally narrated this story and placed a video of it on youtube, so if you'd like to, you can look up this link "/watch?v=ChoSGPBt3AQ" on youtube and read along with me. If you do listen to the video, keep in mind I improvised a bit at some parts, so not all the sentences are exactly the same. I also believe I missed a sentence near the end of the story in the narration, so reading the story while listening is kinda important. Anyways, enjoy the fan-fiction!
The entire story is in Third Person View.
A cloud of perpetual fog shrouded his mind. Pitch black darkness faded in and out of his consciousness, and suddenly becoming aware that the air was very heavy and difficult to suck in properly. The sound of clinking chains drifted into Alvin's head, and a damp and putrid odor assaulted his senses. Groggy and sore everywhere, but he was quickly very aware that something wasn't right. His eyes shot open to only more darkness. He tried to sit up but was held firmly in place, tensing his muscles as he struggled to move, but didn't budge.
Adrenaline coursed through Alvin's veins, his gaze drifting to the thin leather straps that held him tightly in place. He was locked firmly to a small iron table that had been placed vertically, and absolutely freezing to the touch. Shivers clawed down his spine, making him quiver. The only light came from a dim ceiling bulb that dangled from it's cords, ready to snap at any moment. The light flickered faintly, as if it was his own life that could be sucked away into darkness at any moment.
Alvin frantically searched around him, desperate to find safety or explanation. Suddenly, the table he was bound to creaked, followed by the sound of rotating gears and shifting pistons. Slowly, the table fell back until he was facing the pitch black ceiling with a deafening clang. Silence invaded the room again, save for the tinkering chains. Alvin sensed the presence of another in the room though...in fact, it...seemed to be right next to him. It was too late to look however when a fist came crashing into the side of his face. Alvin yelped in pain as a squirt of blood spewed from his busted lip.
"Alvin!" Shot a familiar voice.
Simon dispersed from the shadows into his view, but...he barely resembled himself. If it hadn't been for his glasses, Alvin would've taken him for just some other chipmunk. He wasn't wearing his blue hoodie like he always did, instead, it was pitch black. A bright red skull emblazoned on it's front. Small patches of grey pokedotted the sleeves. Eyes...blood shot.
"About time you woke up Alvin. You've been keeping me waiting." Said Simon, but...not in his normal voice.
His serious tone was mixed with a hint of hate, his voice raspy and seemed to stutter with rage, ever so slightly.
"Simon? W-what's going on here! Why am I tied up and...what did you punch me for?! That hurt!" Yelled Alvin.
Simon ignored his questioning and landed a solid punch in his nose. Alvin cried out in pain. Blood pooled in his nose and leaked down his fur onto the iron table. Simon hovered over him, a glint of despise shrouding his eyes.
"Because I felt like it Alvin, the same way you do things without thinking how it may affect others, because you care only for yourself. And because your so special, and so fucking cocky, I thought you'd like a taste of what you've been dishing out to me all these years. Mine, Dave's, everyone. Our lifes have been plagued with the burden that is Alvin. That A on your hoodie may as well be for asshole."
Simon just stared into Alvin's terrified eyes. He seemed to burn holes into his soul. Alvin's gaze fell to the grey patches on Simon's hoodie again. He seemed to notice.
"Oh this? Well, bleach'll do that to any clothes. How else would I have gotten Theodore's blood out?", said Simon, his expression mimicked that of a demon's.
"Wha-wait, what?! What've you done to Theodore!" demanded the petrified chipmunk.
Simon's head cocked beside him. Alvin struggled to look over his shoulder in the restraints, barely catching a glimpse of the small, furless body that lay in a crumpled bloody heap upon another steel table. He turned away instantly, tears boiling up from his gut, unable to look at the horrid sight.
"But why!" blubbered Alvin, sobbing now like a child who'd scraped his knee.
"I thought I had may as well gotten in some practice. I watched so many torture documentaries, so many gory horror films over the past month, trying to get a feel for what I would need, how it could be done. And I ALWAYS cleared my history, around twenty times a day actually. If anyone had known what I had been looking at, putting this plan into action would have been nearly impossible. All those videos I watched...but it...wasn't good enough. I needed experience. After all, with what I'm going to do to you, why would it matter? I'd inevitably get caught anyways. It only helped a bit though. He was very young, had a weak heart. He just couldn't get a good grip on life during the tests. I think I'll do good though. I have everything prepared to keep you alive as long as possible, and I'll be dead sure to take it nice...and slow." spat Simon.
His iron glare never leaving Alvin's eyes.
"Yes, That's right Alvin! I've murdered Theodore in cold blood, but your fate will be at the utmost more gruesome, I'm going to torture you, keep you awake through every procedure, watch you scream in agony for hours unending...and I will relish in every moment of it."said Simon, shuddering from delightful chills he'd gave himself.
Alvin's eyes were as wide as saucers. He stuttered over his words, desperately trying to reason with his brother. It was all for not though. Simon ignored his pleas, leaving Alvin's side to work around the darkness, putting rolling carts covered in cloth in place beside the iron table and whatnot.
Simon moved to the far wall in front of Alvin and fumbled in the black before grabbing a hold of something large with both hands. Pushing it up with a loud crack of electricity, the room lit up to life. Flood lights shot across the room, lighting up the entirety of the horror scene presented. The room was cluttered with old medical equipment. A heart beat monitor sat to Alvin's left along with a few other strange machines.
Simon threw out the cloth covering the rolling tables revealing it's contents. Alvin's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the array of knifes, clamps, tongs and other steel objects. Simon seemed to contemplate which to use first. Alvin watched in horror as Simon reached for a massive meat cleaver.
"Oh I'm kidding Alvin. That would be far to quick." Said Simon, setting the knife back down and picking up a scalpel.
He strode over to Alvin's side and waved the dagger in front of his face. He sighed.
"Oh Alvin. Why couldn't you just grow up. It would have made everything so much easier. I'd have never had to do any of this! I wouldn't have had to throw away our lifes for revenge. But you...just couldn't stop being so selfish, so egomaniacal. We all told you enough was enough, but you just wouldn't listen." quietly said Simon.
He quickly set the knife next to him and walked around the table towards the medical supplies. He picked up an old IV and moved back over to the table. Alvin watched helplessly, gasping at the sharp pain of the needle sifting through his fur and into the flesh of his left arm. It was taped down and Simon walked back to the supplies again before turning back to Alvin. He held up an electric shaver.
"You're going to give me a hair cut?" Nervously asked Alvin.
Simon stared at him in disbelief.
"Ok, you see, that's just it. You just don't know when to shut up." he sighed, "There's too much fur on you to use the sensor pads. After this, the first thing i'm doing...is taking your tongue out." replied Simon, hate simply flooding from his tongue.
Alvin cringed in fear, unable to comprehend what was happening. How could his own brother do this to him? What had he ever done to deserve...this! Small patches of fur were removed from his forehead and chest, sticky pads put in place afterward, all the while Alvin contemplating what was happening.
Alvin was still lost in thought when he felt a furry hand yank his jaw down. Before he knew what had happened, Simon's hand moved to his tongue, the scalpel probing inside and severed his tongue in milliseconds. The fleshy appendage flew across the room, followed by an ear splitting shriek of unrelenting agony. Alvin thrashed as hard as he could against his restraints, desperate to escape, but it was hopeless. A needle was slipped into his open screaming mouth that injected a thick, putrid tasting liquid into Alvin's bloody tongue stump. Seemingly the instant Simon had finished the injection, the bleeding stopped. It did nothing for the pain however, and Simon just laughed maniacally as Alvin writhed helplessly on the table. Simon proceeded to pummel Alvin's face for a few seconds to shut him up. He lay there, whimpering teary eyed.
"I knew you were never that tough. You sure put on a convincing act though. Just keep in mind, this is only the beginning." said Simon.
Alvin choked back his tears. A wave of nausea assaulted him, feeling faint, close to blacking out. Simon retrieved a syringe filled with adrenaline and immediately injected it into Alvin's neck. He reacted violently at the sudden energy, wide awake once again.
"Now, we'll get started for real!" Said Simon as he disappeared from his view.
Alvin attempted to speak but found it impossible without his tongue. His jaw still throbbed in pain, but it only worsened as he tried to talk. Simon reappeared, now wielding a hack saw. The toothed blade was placed at Alvin's right foot...and was dragged across without hesitation. The blade ripped through his skin effortlessly and tore apart the bone. Alvin let out a gut wrenching scream of pain, his limbs tore at the straps to the point of one almost snapping.
The saw was then moved to the left foot and began to cut through. The bone snapped mid-cut, blood spewing all over the table and Simon's chest. He pissed all over himself and the table before blacking out...