Hey guys, I'm back with a new story. Now this one is a continuation of my bro SimonSeville101's series The Dance of Love. Now before I start, I would like to address that my bro and I wrote a series called A First Times Surprise, and someone (posting as a guest) posted a very very harsh review. Saying things like Fuck this story, and You'll never be as good as Alvin101 and Brittany101. Well I don't appreciate that, my bro works hard at what he does and he's very good at it. And Yes, We are brothers, deal with it. So please don't go leaving that shit on his stories, thanks guys.

Now, let's get started with...Killing Jason

Alvin's POV

May 15th 2013, The date of my younger brother's funeral. My younger brother Simon is dead. Killed by his own hand. Caused by his depression and heartbreak. And what caused his heartbreak? Jason.

I've been tracking Jason ever since Si's funeral. After I paid my respects and comforted Jean along with the others, I left early to get to work. I was on a mission. I was going to avenge my brother's death if it was the last thing I did.

I bought a high-powered Colt 45. 1911 handgun for the job. Actually I didn't buy it. They don't exactly sell guns in my size seeing how I'm 8 inches tall. So I made it myself. It took me 2 weeks to make, plus a few extra days to make specially made bullets.

I also built my own car. A chipmunk sized red 1969 Camaro. This took me about a month to build. And let me tell you, I haven't slept in days, I barely eat, and I barely see my family, well, what's left of my family.

All my mind is focused on is finding Jason. The guy who stole Jean from my brother, the guy who killed my brother.

After months of tracking, I found him. And that brings us to where I am now.

October 5th 2013

I walked into the bar. The air inside was much warmer than outside. The fall weather comes quick around here. I tracked Jason to Seattle Washington.

I put my hood down as I walked over and sat down at the bar. My hoodie still damp from the rain outside.

"What can I getcha?" The bartender asked

"Oh, I'll just take a bottle of Carona"

The bartender nodded. She was a short girl, looked about late 20's. Blonde hair, and a tattoo on her right arm.

She brought me a bottle of Carona and a small shot glass do I could drink it. She set it on top of the bar where I was standing.

"There you go, hon" she said, giving me a small smile

She walked away, leaving me to my drink. I lifted the bottle and poured it into the small glass, making it able for me to drink. I lifted the glass and gulped it down. I set the glass down and poured another. As I poured I heard the bartender talking to someone out of the corner of my ear.

"Hey Jason, I need your help with this!" she called

I dropped my glass and looked over at the bartender. Just then I saw a small furry creature emerge from the back room. I found him. Jason didn't see me standing on the bar. I watched as he walked over to the bartender girl.

"Watcha need Stacey?"

"Oh, I just need you to reach that bottle of whiskey up there" said the bartender, pointing to the top shelf

"No prob" he said, jumping on the counter

He jumped up from shelf to shelf until he reached the top.

"This one?" he asked

"That's it"

He pushed the bottle off the shelf. The girl caught it in her hands.

"Thanks Jason" she said, walking away

Jason hopped back down to the counter. That's when he saw me. Just as he turned around, his eyes locked with mine. His eyes widened. He froze where he stood. I could tell his breathing was getting heavier, sweat formed on his forehead, dampening his fur.

I didn't move. I showed no emotion as I stared at him. My mind positioning my hand to reach for my gun in my pocket inside my hoodie.

Jason took one step backward. That was my que. I reached under my hoodie and pulled out my gun. Jason turned on his heel and ran across the counter on all fours.

I fired my gun rapidly, trying to hit him. Every bullet hit behind him, hitting the bottles on the shelf, making them shatter.

My gun may be chipmunk sized, but it sounds just as loud as a normal gun. I heard girls scream at the sound of a gunshot. Jason jumped off the counter and ran out the back door.

I ran after him, jumping off the counter and out the back door. It was pouring rain now. I saw a little remote control car drive out of the parking lot. It was Jason. I ran to my Camaro and got in. I started the engine, making it roar to life.

This wouldn't take long. Jason has a remote control car, I have a chipmunk sized real car. Like I said it took me a month to build. But it has a real small block 350 Chevorlet motor under the hood.

I pulled out of the parking lot and chased after Jason. I wasn't gonna let him get away.

Ok, there's chapter one of Killing Jason. Hope you guys enjoy this. Until next time guys, Alvin out