Alright, I know, I know. I haven't updated 'Vigilante' in forever. But I've been mulling over this story for a while now and I just had to start it. It's really short. Like, super-duper short. I guess it's a prologue. Well, whatever. This idea came about after watching "The Chipmunk Adventure". I was thinking, what would have happened if the Chipettes were unable to charm the snakes and escape from the palace in Cairo? Well, this is what I came up with. I hope it's not too weird, but I just have to put it into writing.
Once again, I do not own anything. At all. Seriously.
'This day marks nine years since the Chipettes, a band of three female chipmunks, have been held prisoner in Cairo. Talks and negotiations continue between the United States and Egypt for their return, although there seems to be no sign of change. David Seville, adoptive father of the internationally renowned band, the Chipmunks, states that he wishes to see the girls safely back home. This he expressed on the verge of the official announcement of the death of the Chipmunks since they have been missing since the girls had been captive. Back to you, Martha.'
The bars on the windows were starting to show signs of wear due to the years of sand storms and wind. Each door was barred and locked from the outside, monitored most of the time during the day. They knew that the guards had gone lax with their duties in recent years, but it still wasn't a possible escape route. The chains on their ankles rattled as they moved across their suite in the most northern turret of the palace. It was a sure reminder of their gilded cage, more than anything else.
Frequently, the girls found themselves reminiscing, for lack of a better term, about how they came to this place in their lives. Some days, it was with a fond smile, while other days it was with anger. But each time elicited an emotion and reaction. Tonight was no different. However, the mood that overtook them was nothing short of sadness.
"I still can't believe it," Jeanette whispered quietly into her folded hands, her eyes wide and glistening with tears that she refused to let fall.
"It doesn't seem real. All of this just seems like a dream; a bad, bad dream." Eleanor was sitting next to Jeanette, her arm resting around Jeanette's shoulder. Her eyes were also teary.
Brittany remained silent, staring out through the bars of the window. Her tears had long since dried. She needed to be strong for her sisters and she needed to keep herself focused on any chance for them to escape back to their home and away from that crazy twerp. The dolls, which had led them to where they were now, had long since become unimportant. The reason behind everything had been revealed soon after their imprisonment and after the arrest of Claus and Claudia Burstein.
"But why? Why would Dave just give up on them like that? Does he have any proof?" Jeanette continued the conversation. She knew that she was just moving through the stages of grief, and she was currently involved with bargaining. Jeanette couldn't help it. There had to be something there to show how wrong it all was. There just had to be something to show that the boys would come back.
Eleanor shook her head sadly. It seemed as if Eleanor was quicker with her stages and was now in depression. "They found the balloon last year, Jeanette. There has been no sign of them since the contest. It's…it's crueler for us to hold on to hope rather than to just admit that they probably passed on."
Brittany rose up quickly, startling the other two. "I'll say. You know how those three would get. Never once did any of them think anything through. Idiots." Brittany clenched her fist. Jeanette glanced at a worried Eleanor. Brittany was slower than them, stuck in the stage of anger. But then, something struck her.
"Simon was against this from the start," Jeanette muttered out quietly before she could stop herself. In an instant, Brittany had turned around and was facing Jeanette. Her beautiful face that had attracted the sheik was contorted in a mixture of anger and sorrow. In a huff, Brittany walked across the room to their large bed and threw herself down on it, the chain on her ankle rattling as she did so. The room fell into silence until the unmistakable sound of sobbing bubbled up from Jeanette. Soon, Eleanor followed suit.
Brittany clenched her eyes shut, trying to drown out the color red with her sister's cries. It was the only thing she could visualize after nine years when she thought of him.