Author's Note:
So I gave into my nagging brain and decided to go ahead and post this story, I mean it's another story that you guys will probably enjoy and I know I'm going to have a lot of fun writing it.
As of right now I highly doubt I will be taking any OCs but ya never know.
Anyway I'm going to attempt to keep this story semi-real but I doubt I can actually stay in that general area, I'll probably be sucked back into fantasy land any chapter now xD
This story will focus mainly on Alvin and Brittany, if you don't enjoy this couple or were looking for a story with all the munks and ettes then I'm sad to say that this story probably isn't want you're looking for.
Also, there will be gore and language, thank you!
Btw they're not CGI or cartoon, they're a mix between the two, teenager sized with ears a tail and fur, read on!
Life isn't flawless, neither is man, and man cannot create a flawless creature. Nothing can be perfect, can be void of emotion, can be void of response, can be void of a heart.
She sees that now...sees what this 'flawless' creature is capable of, she sees the emotion twisted upon his handsome face, sees his response...she can see his heart.
Held together by stitches.
The soft creak of wheels upon tile fills the sterile air, the gurney rocks softly side to side as it's pushed along down various hallways. Soft wailing voices hum like the beat of moth wings at the edge of her hearing, she stirs upon the crackled paper.
She can taste a familiar metallic flavor lingering upon her tongue from her latest 'evaluation', the sickly sweet taste rouses her from her drug induced sleep.
Slowly her eyes flutter open and the familiar pale lights stare down at her like dead eyes, glossy and white, filmed over by time.
"How are you feeling? Did the Dr. finally rid you of your bloodlust girl?" The rough old Scottish accent of the oldest nurse in the asylum brings the chipette's attention to the red haired woman leaning over her as the gurney slows to a stop.
The wrinkles upon the woman's face look even more deep and dark due to the low lighting, the woman could pass for at least 70 or so even though she claims she's not a day over 50, her fading red hair says differently.
The woman frowns, bringing the wrinkles down and making her look even older, "Are you listening girl?" she snaps irritated, she hated how slow it took for the patients to respond after they've been put under.
"I don't have bloodlust," the woman rolls her dark eyes, this girl is the most stubborn one of them all, she also recovers faster from the medicine than the others which makes it hard to make jabs at her when her voice doesn't even slur and she doesn't make a fool of herself while under the influence.
"You murdered innocent people, that classifies as bloodlust, now get back in bed and wait for lunch," the woman reaches down and tugs the straps loose, allowing the auburn furred rodent to sit up, she rubs at her sore wrists in annoyance.
Four long months in this place and she still hasn't gotten used to the way the rough leather straps dig into her flesh, it's like the nurses made them purposefully twice as tight as normal just because they assume she's a killer.
Which I'm not, "Ms. Miller," her head snaps up to find the scowling red head tapping her shoe against the tile, leaning against the door to her room to keep it open, "Oh," Brittany hops off the gurney and steps inside, not bothering to thank the woman who keeps her captive and views her as a murderer.
"I will come at noon, as always," with that the door is slammed closed, leaving the chipette alone in a plain white room, a few of her posters from her old room hang limply from rusty tacks.
Same thing everyday...eating alone while the rest of the patients mumble to themselves or watch me. The chipette kicks a stray rock away from her paw, annoyed as she feels the familiar prickle of heat at the backs of her eyes, the lump forming in her throat as tears blister down her cheeks hotly.
She's been holding them in for days, now that she's begun crying her body trembles with silent sobs, she covers her mouth as she screws her eyes closed, allowing the empty grief to consume her as she collapses to the floor.
This isn't fair...how is any of this fair...I shouldn't be locked up here...
The chipette curls up on the floor, crying to herself softly as she waits for noon to arrive.
He sits hunched forward, shoveling the over-peppered mashed potatoes into his mouth, the hood conceals his facial features and he doesn't utter a single word.
Brittany stares at the top of his clothed cloaked head startled, since when did he show up? And why did he decide to sit by her? She pushes her own potatoes around idly on her tray as she turns her attention back to her food.
No use in staring, she'll scare him off, the chipette glances up again, thankful for her bangs as they hang down in front of her electric blue eyes.
The munk wipes his mouth across the back of his sleeve before reaching for his milk carton, she watches his movements cautiously before speaking, "Why'd you sit with me?" she asks as she lifts her head up to stare directly at his hood.
His paw hesitates as his fingers brush against the condensation covered carton, her eyes drift down to his fingers just as he snatches his paw away and stuffs it into his hoody pocket.
"Well?" Brittany frowns, glaring at the rodent who hasn't once lifted his head up.
"Hey Britt!" The chipette jumps as a dark haired boy struts over, Ricky is here due to his lack of discipline, though he claims it's because he stabbed his 'Old Man' and was sent here to right his wrongs.
"What do you want Rick?" The chipette rolls her eyes, not bothering to disguise her disgust, the boy puffs out his chest as his lackeys hover near his side, the boy notices the slouched form of the newest resident.
"Oh so you've befriended the Silent Wonder huh? Not much company if you ask me," Rick leans forward, pushing past the munk to whisper to Brittany, "Everyone says he's dumb as a stick, they say he hasn't said a single word to anyone," the boy leans back and shoves the rodent in the shoulder.
"Hey leave him alone," Brittany snaps, her brows furrowing together as she stands, "He hasn't done anything Rick, just go away," she points back across the room in the direction the boy had come.
"Come on Silent Wonder, talk!" Ricky gives the munk another shove, jostling him on the bench, his lackeys decide to join the little game and shove him from the other side.
Brittany's eyes narrow as she places a paw on the table, getting ready to launch herself at the run-of-the-mill school yard bullies, however, the munk beats her to it.
One minute he's being tossed between the boys like a ball and the next his fist is buried in the gut of Rick, knocking the bully clean off his feet. He whirls around and catches one of the lackeys in the jaw, a sickening snap cracking through the air like a clap of thunder.
The third lackey manages to scramble away, the whole cafeteria stares in silent awe, one of the guards begins pushing his way through the crowd as the munk turns away from the table and runs out the door, his hood sliding partially off his face.
Brittany's breath catches in her throat and a shudder races down her spine.
A single gold eye had locked with hers as the munk made his escape, and the stitches arching across his cheek and vanishing into the shadowed planes of his face winked like new metal in the dim lighting.
Stitches...huh now I've seen everything.
A little crappy intro/first chapter! I love putting as much detail as I can think of into my stories and I'm going to have a boat load of fun writing this, I'm eager to update already!
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