Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter story, so reviews are greatly appreciated. :)
Stolen
Chapter 1: Taken By Surprise
It was a beautiful spring afternoon on the west coast, and Simon and Jeanette's normal walk to the library after school was simply heavenly. The sun was bright, the air was crisp, and the tulips and roses of their path through the park were in full bloom. Simon leaned over and plucked a violet tulip by an old, majestic sycamore tree, and placed it lovingly in Jeanette's hair. She smiled brightly at her love, and pecked his cheek adoringly.
"You are too good for me, Simon," the chipette blushed.
"Nonsense," Simon replied, taking her hand in his as they resumed walking. "If anything, you're too good for me."
"Oh stop it! I don't care who is better for who; I'm just going to be selfish and keep you for myself," Jeanette said defiantly, squeezing Simon's hand.
Simon smiled brightly at his Jeanette, and opened the library door for her as they arrived to the old, musty building. It may have seemed dreary in contrast to the happy spring afternoon, but Simon and Jeanette saw beauty within the library's old, poorly binded books and its new, glossy hardcover books as well. Their thirst for knowledge allowed them to oversee the dust over some of the older novels and scientific journals, and look at its true gems- the tale of a great white whale being hunted at sea, or Darwin's experiences in the Galapagos Islands.
After a few hours of finishing homework and reading for pleasure, the pair decided to head home, assuming their respective guardians would be preparing dinner soon. The sun had just finished setting when Simon and Jeanette were halfway through the park on their route home. The walk was quiet, until Simon whipped his head around, and his eyes settled on the ancient sycamore tree he had stood in front of only a few hours earlier.
"What's wrong, Simon?" Jeanette implored, concern lacing her timid voice.
"I could've sworn- oh, nevermind. I'm tired and a bit hungry, so my eyes are most likely playing tricks on me. Nothing to worry about," he added, when he saw Jeanette's worried expression. Despite his claiming to the fact that it was his imagination, Simon tightened his grip around Jeanette's waist.
It happened so fast that neither chipmunk had time to process how close they had been to home when both were grabbed from behind, washcloths laced in chloroform clamped over their noses and mouths. Jeanette felt her hand slip out of Simon's grasp, and was quickly put under a deep sleep, seeing as the effect didn't take as long since she was smaller than Simon.
The said chipmunk, however, suddenly remembered a technique to be used when confronted with chloroform. He fell limp in his captor's arms, feigning the drug's effect. His captor removed the chloroform cloth, and Simon lashed out, punching the tall figure square in the chin. Simon began running towards the van that Jeanette's captor was running to, with the limp chipette in his arms. He threw her none-too-gently into the opened van, which was a simple black color with no license plates, to Simon's chagrin.
Out of nowhere, three more figures jumped him before he could reach the van to pull out Jeanette. Two grabbed his arms and legs respectively while another put an arm around his neck and clamped the chloroform cloth to his face. Within a mere few minutes, Simon's world grew hazy. He too slipped into blackness, with a thousand questions as to the nature of their kidnapping, and his last prayer consisting of hope for Jeanette's well-being.