M. Ray 4 The Win:
Yeah, this is he. MRAY 4TW.
-Hello everyone, I welcome you to my concept that's been in my head for quite a while but eventually decided to give it to the AATC fandom instead of making it completely original, with unique characters invented by myself. (Aw, shows how much I care.)
There's no plan. I guess the direction the fic goes will surprise even me. Anyway, please enjoy it. However, please note that this is a one-shot fic. It'll only go by about 4-9 chapters. I'll be condensing it. Also, please note that I'll be going with the size (and growing capability) from the nineties version. Just for the sake of having certain elements; you know, later on.
-I will not be giving any more Author Notes whatsoever. I'll be silent until the end of the fic and give chapters their own names, for the first time. But I'll have the disclaimer done this once-
Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks. I don't own their characters, personalities, ideas, etc. All of that belongs to the Bagdasarians and J. Karman.
1. Anger into Dusk
Alvin sniggered to himself as he hid behind the board fence, waiting patiently. Anyone could take a look at him and know that he was up to no good.
As usual.
He looked up towards the sky as he waited. It was a cool, early evening and the sun was setting, casting orange and red hues across the sky. By now, everyone should have been inside with their families, perhaps having supper, having good camaraderie or just relaxing.
Well, he was just waiting on something to interrupt the peaceful evening. Any minute now...
A voice screamed from inside the house at the top of their lungs.
"Guess she had to go to her room eventually, eh?" On the inside, he felt disappointed with himself, but he grinned mischievously as he heard tell-tale signs of panting. He counted to five slowly. "1...2...3...4...5..."
"AAALLLVVVIIIN!" The voice from before screamed again.
'Is it safer to run or is it safer if I just kept hiding?' The chipmunk wondered. 'I got her attention now, didn't I?'
The back door burst open suddenly and an enraged Brittany practically flew out, brandishing a fake rubber snake before she ripped the sturdy toy in two with her bare hands. The most noticeable thing about her besides her rage was that her face had a long streak of red lipstick on it from her lips to her upper left cheek; she might have been frightened by the now-ripped snake while she was putting it on. "Alvin, that was the last straw! When I find you, I'm gonna-"
Alvin's eyes widened when he heard what she shouted next. 'Oh boy. Is she that pissed over a rubber snake? Can't stick around anymore. It'll probably be better to run.' He started crawling away from his hiding place, trying to escape while remaining hidden. Unfortunately, the livid chipette saw movement through the cracks of the fence. Furthermore, it was the tattletale shade of red. It was really easy to put two and two together.
"There you are!"
Alvin lost the rest of his composure when he heard that and had to get up and run like demons were after his soul. It might as well have been, as the girl looked like she was intent on neutering him with a rusty knife. It was what she had threatened after all. Alvin valued what he had, thank you very much.
"It was just a joke!" He yelled at her behind him as he tried to stay ahead of her.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack! Let's see how you live without yours when I rip it from your chest!" She, for a second, caught up just enough to catch a hold of the tail of his shirt. However, the speed at where they were going, she only succeeded in ripping it in a tear from tail to mid-back.
"A little rubber snake gave you a heart attack?" He nearly laughed but he focused more on running. He couldn't believe that she was this fast. Hell really had no fury like a woman pissed, didn't it? Now he felt like he was running for his life.
This was nothing like the previous times when he had scared her or just did a 'normal' prank. Why was she so angry this time, anyway?
If he had known that he leaving the snake in her draw would lead to her smearing half of her makeup across her face on accident when she screamed while she was putting it on, he would have understood. Or if he had an eye for detail and realized that her lipstick and blush makeup wasn't quite where it should be worn...
He just kept running. He should just get to the sanctuary of his house as quickly as possible.
...
Just down the road coming up from the right, an old beat-up Volkswagon chugged up the road with extremely dim headlights. The middle-aged driver squinted from behind sullied windshields and wondered about his car; it hadn't aged very well, or perhaps that had something to do with the upkeep. Either way, he was maxing out the car as fast as he was willing on a residential road like this, eager to get home before night fully came. He was already in enough of life-problems; he certainly didn't need a ticket from the heat about his car's dilapidation.
...
Alvin was focused on living…very focused on running to preserve himself. Brittany could barely keep up with him anymore. She had surprised herself at nearly being his equal at sprints, but the fourteen-year-old girl didn't have nearly as much stamina and her wind was about to leave her. "Alvin, you'd better…" She huffed while she ran, "better take it like a man now, or tomorrow is going to make what I'd do today look like a walk in the park!"
"Then I'll just keep running…for the rest of my life!"
He could see his house now. It was on the other side of the street after he finished running this block. His lungs begged for oxygen, but he knew that he was gaining ground, as Brittany's footsteps sounded a bit farther behind him. He mentally cheered and continued his dash. Although he was slowing, it was she more than he. Perhaps the day would yet be his.
He finally finished the block. It was then that he heard it; the aching sound of a hoary engine. He glanced to his right, but was surprised to see that he could barely see the vehicle; it was just about dark enough that it basically night, yet not dark enough for the streetlights to come on. Not to mention, the headlamps on the vehicles were so dim that it might as well to have not been used. Nevertheless, it wasn't even that close to him so he ran across, secure in the knowledge that he could make it before it was even close to him. "Ha! Almost home free!"
"ALVIN!"
He dared a glance behind him. Brittany was now around seven or eight meters behind him, lagging in speed and stamina but no fury diminished. He grinned in relief. He'd live to die another day. 'Hopefully not tomorrow, though…'
He bounded up the sidewalk almost to the door of his house. "Yes!" He slowed down a bit to not just charge in. However, a chanced glance behind him in the dying light made him see that Brittany had stopped, panting. She couldn't go on any further. She got quite far honestly. Just not far enough.
It was then that the streetlights blinked on, casting their glows about. Inside his vehicle, the driver was forced to blink from the sudden change in light intensity from almost-absent to overbearing. He clenched his eyes shut and was unable to see what was transpiring in the world before him. If only he had kept his eyes open, or at least tried to, he would have stomped his brakes. It still wouldn't have been much use with the worn breaks anyhow, though.
Alvin's eyes bulged when he saw Brittany finally catch her breath and looked up, only to finally hear the automobile. However, when she glanced up at last, she retained a 'deer in the headlights' look and froze.
"Brittany!"
Somehow, on instinct, Alvin's body was already moving towards the frozen chipette. She appeared to have been rooted to the ground, unable to make up her mind whether to go forward or backward. When she had, at last, come to a decision to move backward, it was clear that it was already well too late as the vehicle was by now a mere meter away.
Then red filled up her vision before she felt herself seemingly knocked onto her ass almost to the sidewalk. Before she could question herself as to what could've happened, she saw the car smash into Alvin full on from the side.
The car slammed into him at a speed impressive for its age. His legs broke with a sickening-sounding crack at the hinge joint instantly at the knees by the front bumper and his whole body lifted up as the vehicle accelerated. As his total upper torso was bashed by the hood, Alvin's world erupted into pain and screams before his head got a vicious clout on the windshield that cracked the glass itself. Cries cut silent, his body upped and belted across the front and the top of the car as the vehicle continued another fifty meters before the driver lost control and skidded into a sturdy cement-made light pole. All was now still, including the lone chipmunk who laid still in the street like nothing more than roadkill.
Brittany stared at the scene in disbelief; her mind hadn't yet fully comprehended what had just occurred. It was another few precious seconds when her brain finally grasped the terminal situation, seeing a bit of blood trickle from between Alvin's lips.
"AAALLLVVVIIIIINNN!"
