Okay, I've had this planned for quite some time now. You may have scene this on my profile but here is the full summary of this story: They were on the top. They hadn't had a care in the world - until now. When the record company of the Chipmunk's and Chipettes is destroyed and attacked by evil agents working for someone wanting to take over and destroy the entire planet, the gang of six decides to help out a secret organization intent on stopping them. But with twists, challenges, and the ever-obvious life-or-death factor, will they ever admit their love for each other and stop these evil agents? I know, I know, kind of cruddy summary, but anyway, the first half of this chapter was written and then not touched for months and I finally got around to rereading, editing, and writing the second half. So here it is, On the Line! R&R!
~On the Line~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~The Day Our World Went Upside-Down~
The day they got the call was the day that their lives turned upside-down. The day they got the call was the day that everything was shaken to the core for everyone they have ever come in contact with. They weren't just rock stars anymore. They were no longer the tiny, furry creatures that people thought they were. No; now they were much more than that. They were secret agents. I suppose I should start from the beginning, the day this all began; the day that the phone call came to them and turned their lives completely insane.
It was a typical day in the Seville-Wilson household. Brittany was painting her claws, Alvin was playing a video game, Simon and Jeanette were experimenting in the basement, and Theodore and Eleanor were baking something in the kitchen. Dave sat at the piano in his office writing new songs for the upcoming album and Claire was getting a story written for the press about the album. The routine was like that daily. Today would have been no exception – until the phone rang.
"I've got it," Dave said to his idle charges, getting up and grabbing the phone off of the receiver. He put it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. Quick, shallow, panic-stricken breathing sounded in response.
"Dave…Dave it's Jonathon! Listen to me, some guys just bust in here. They're like, anti-FBI agent guys and they mean business. Half the people down here are dead. We need you guys to come down in one hour, about when this is all clear. Dave you hear me? Please co—AHHHHHH!" the voice on the other line said. Dave gripped the phone with white knuckles. "John? John!" The other line went dead. Dave's face – now pale like a ghost's – fell into a look of sheer terror. He shot off like a rocket into the living room. "Guys, get your furry behinds in here, this is important!" he shouted. Almost immediately, all six chipmunks, followed by Claire, came into the room.
"What is it, Dave?" Jeanette asked softly. Dave looked at everyone. Their eyes were all wide with concern and curiosity. Dave sucked in his cheeks and let it all out: "Jett Records is being attacked by anti-FBI agents. Half the people there are dead and they seem like they mean business. We're driving down there now, even though John said to be there in an hour," he said to them. He waited for a reaction from anyone of them. Alvin was the first one to satisfy his needs.
"Dave, come on, you expect us to believe THAT? Who are you, ME? I understand I've made up stories like those before, but you're supposed to be the responsible adult here!" the red-clad chipmunk said incredulously. Dave smacked his forehead and turned on the TV. On it, a news report was showing from a distance away from Jett Records.
"This is Tish McGiggins here for Entertainment News! We're here about fifty yards away from Jett Records, where it seems the building is under attack! Police officers are trying to put the situation under control but, suffice to say, failing miserably. The SWAT team is being called in as we speak, and no one is allowed inside of that building other than those aforementioned," she explained. Dave turned back around to look at the other seven in the room, a triumphant look on his face. Simon rolled his eyes and Alvin crossed his arms. "No one's allowed in, David," he stated, eyebrow arching and smirk tugging at his lips. Dave sighed. "Look, Jonathon needs us down there, and I'm pretty sure you guys are small enough to sneak in there," he said.
"And then we risk getting killed, I suppose?" Brittany retorted, much to Dave's chagrin. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark brunette hair. "Brittany, we don't have time for this. John needs our help over there before he dies, too. You do want another album and even more interviews and TV air time, don't you?" he said, playing the fame card. Brittany looked at him thoughtfully. "Hmm, well, I do love more TV air time, and another album would mean more of that…" "Come on Britt, make a decision, we need to move here!" Alvin interrupted her thoughts. Brittany scoffed at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine, I'll do it if that's what you want," she said to him. Dave let out a sigh of relief and ushered everyone into the car. The doors slammed shut and Dave pulled out of the driveway and out onto the main roads. It was a fifteen minute drive to Jett Records. When they got there, Dave pulled over across the street and let everyone out. He and Claire were stopped by police officers as they approached the building. The others snuck by without a hitch and made their way to the grass around the base of the building.
"Alright guys, we need to get in here fast and get out of here fast so we can assess the situation and the damage. We're going to try and stay together as much as possible, but if we must split up stay with your siblings if you're able to," Simon instructed. Alvin ignored him and pushed open a window leading to the basement. "Come on guys, let's go," he instructed, motioning them through the hole. Once everyone was in he followed them. The floor was cold and dead bodies were scattered around the room. There were loud screams coming from upstairs and gunshots could be heard. Everyone gasped at the sight. "This is terrible," Brittany whispered.
"This is something out of a horror movie," Eleanor agreed as she looked around. A silvery bullet then flew by her ear, making her flinch and jump back into Theodore. "Oh, err…sorry!" she squeaked in a whisper. "Get down!" Alvin said as three more bullets came at them at top speed. He pushed Brittany and Eleanor down while Simon did the same to Jeanette and Theodore. They then ducked down themselves.
The bullets sailed over their heads by a mere inch and struck the wall behind them. Alvin and Simon looked up to see the shooter about ten meters away from them with a pistol in their hand. Brittany held in a scream as another shot rang out and struck the wood board the six were hiding behind. The silver end of the bullet stuck out of the opposite end of the wood, a centimeter away from Jeanette's abdomen. The chipette shivered and looked over at Simon. He gulped and nodded fearfully. Jeanette gripped his paw tightly as yet another shot was fired off. Alvin's amber eyes peered over the wood they were hiding behind and saw that the attacker was walking out of the room. He then heard a thud and turned to see someone else had fallen in the corner with a shot to the head. Eleanor almost passed out at the sight. Theodore held her up as she staggered a bit.
"We need to get out of here now, this was a bad idea," Simon whispered. Everyone else agreed with the blue-clad chipmunk. His blue eyes darted around the room and landed on a small hole in one of the doors. It was big enough so that Theodore and Eleanor could even get through it. He gestured for everyone to follow him now that the assailant was gone and they jumped through the hole and found themselves in a room no bigger than a shoebox. "Where are we?" Eleanor whispered.
"I don't know, but I'm kinda scared," Theodore said with a shiver. Jeanette's sharp eyes caught a small elevator door sitting behind them. "Guys, there's an elevator, but it's only our size," she pointed out timidly. "Seems like we're supposed to be here, huh?" Alvin piped up, pushing the down button. The silver steel doors whooshed open and they were greeted by dark black walls enveloping them as they stepped inside of it. "I'm not so sure on this," Brittany said. But once everyone was inside, Alvin pushed the button, and they were sent down. The doors opened a minute later in a room big enough for humans and chipmunks alike. A human-sized elevator sat across the room. A multitude of people in black tuxedos or camouflage outfits were working at computers or desks, or were heading out for what looked to be missions. "CAN IT BE?" Alvin wondered aloud, face lit up like a Christmas tree in the middle of the night.
"Yes, it is," a voice came from what looked to be the main computer. Jonathon, the man who had called Dave, turned around to face them in his swivel chair. "You six were called in for very important business that I refrained from telling Dave about because it was too top secret." "Are you serious?" Simon responded incredulously, throwing his arms up. "You've got to be kidding me. Don't try and tell me that we're going to be secret agents here. For crying out loud, we're not stupid!" he shouted. Jonathon looked taken aback but yet nonchalant at the response he had expected from the bespectacled chipmunk. "I'm not playing a joke on you, Simon, even though it may seem like it. Jett Records, for years, has been tracking down an organization made up of ex-FBI agents, who are intent on taking over the entire planet or destroying it if they must. We've waited for years for the right artists to come along and help us stop them. We've tracked you down everywhere, from the time we've all met until now. We think you six are the right people to take down their plot," he said.
"Even on the island? YOU COULD HAVE HELPED US?" Theodore said. Jonathon nodded. "Yes, even on the island. We kept from rescuing you to see how you would make out in a life-or-death situation, such as a volcanic eruption. You guys did great, even with help from Dave and Ian, and I feel confident that without them, you will still do great and manage to keep yourselves alive after we recruit you, should you choose to accept this," he said. Alvin pulled everyone else into a group huddle. "What do you say, guys? I mean, we've faced life and death before, and we're great at getting out of bad situations and helping people…even if it's not in the most…err…obvious of ways," he said. Eleanor and Theodore agreed, followed by Jeanette and Brittany. Simon reluctantly stuck his paw in the middle with everyone else's. And with that, Alvin turned around to face Jonathon. "Challenge accepted," he said, sticking his paw out. Jonathon shook it with his thumb and index finger before he waved over a woman. "Show them to their new living quarters, I'll phone Dave and explain everything." The woman nodded.
"Can do, sir," she said politely. She led the chipmunks across the room to a sliding steel door. She opened it and it slid into the wall on the left. Behind the door was a living room made to the chipmunks' size. There were eight doors in the room. One was marked kitchen, the other marked bathroom, and the others marked with one of their names to signal their bedrooms. Inside of the bedrooms were walk-in closets for each of them and a private bathroom. In each closet there were three tuxedoes with pants, three tuxedos with shorts, and three additional tuxedos with skirts for the girls. There were also three camouflage suits for each one of them. The lady left them to check out the new quarters. Alvin sat down on the couch and flicked on a TV in front of it. Simon sat on a recliner while Theodore and Eleanor headed to the kitchen. Brittany went to her private bathroom and Jeanette went to take a nap.
"I'm not so sure about this, Alvin. This all seems a little bit sketchy to me, don't you think?" he said worriedly. Alvin lazily waved a paw at him. "It'll be fine, Si. We've worked with these people for nearly three years now, there is nothing suspicious going on," he tried to reassure his brother. Simon looked at him skeptically before finally rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say, Alvin," he murmured. Alvin, however, was already too absorbed in the TV to hear his younger brother's remark. Simon sighed and let his eyes wander to the steel door on the other end of the room. It was marked JEANETTE. Simon smiled a bit as a soft snore drifted from the room. He had always admired Jeanette, ever since he had first met her. He didn't know what to think since what happened on the island. Most of the time on the island, he hadn't even been himself; he was Simone, the daring, French, captivating chipmunk who had seemingly stolen Jeanette's heart. Simon, however, was the chipmunk that attempted to save her from Zoe, along with a little help from Alvin and Dave, and he was the one who had complimented her on the raft when they were drifting to nowhere in the middle of the ocean. It would certainly help knowing who she likes. Simon then heard the door to the aforementioned chipette's room open. Jeanette stepped out into the room and sat down on the couch, leaving a gap between her and Alvin.
"Hey guys, I tried to sleep. I fell asleep for a few minutes but Brittany kept banging on the wall," she explained sheepishly. Brittany came from her room right then. "I was TRYING to tell you how AWESOME these bathrooms are Netta!" she defended. "You could have let me nap though, Britt. Last night you kept me up talking on your cell phone to Nicki!" Jeanette said. Brittany pouted and sat down on the other recliner, across from Simon's. "Well guys, how do you think Dave is going to take the news of us being secret agents?" Alvin said, attempting to change the subject. "Not well, I'd say," Jeanette responded. Everyone else in the room agreed with the chipette.
"But really guys," Alvin said, "what's the worst that could happen?"
Ah, Alvin, always jinxing everything for everyone else. I hope you liked this first chapter, and the second one will be up shortly. Have a nice day!