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I planned on this being a one-shot, but you guys can see how well that worked out for me. :P
This isn't my best chapter, but eh. And thanks to Winddragon Eternal for helping me with ideas again! :D
Disclaimer: The Chipmunks and Chipettes belong to Bagdasarian Productions.
Insanity - Chapter Two
"Jean? Are you sure we're in the right place?"
Jeanette sighed and held up the map once more, straightening her glasses. "Yes, Brittany, this should be it."
The house they were now standing in front of looked far less than welcoming. It was Victorian-style, and everything about it gave Brittany chills. Everything on it, except the door, was old and grey. Even the curtains that hang on the inside of the windows were out-of-date.
Brittany walked forward, stepping onto the porch. It creaked under her foot, and she hoped that the boards underneath her wouldn't break. She looked back at her sisters. "Well, are you going to go with me or stay out here?"
The younger sisters weighed their options, giving each other a worried glace. Jeanette mumbled, "I think we'll just stay out here. If you need us, just yell."
Brittany shook her head, took a deep breath, and pushed a button next to the door. The doorbell rang; She could hear it sound from inside the house for only a few seconds.
Jeanette and Eleanor hid behind a bush, and Brittany listened for sounds of footsteps.
Several seconds passed and no one had answered the door. Brittany, determined to talk to someone, anyone, rang the doorbell again.
"Maybe we should just leave, Brittany." Eleanor whispered, hoping Brittany could hear her.
Brittany raised her eyebrow and turned to look at her shorter sister. She harshly whispered back, "We are not leaving until someone answers this door!"
As if on cue, the door slowly came open. In the doorway stood a small elderly woman. Her hair showed clear signs of her age from it's grey, almost white, color.
Brittany wasted no time in asking questions. "Are you Isabella?"
She smiled slightly. "Yes. Please, come in."
The elderly lady gestured inside, and Brittany quickly took the offer. Jeanette and Eleanor anxiously stayed behind the bush, trying not to be seen.
Brittany looked around and grimaced. The inside of the house was even worse than the outside! The walls were white, the furniture was brown, and the ceiling and floor looked like it had stains.
Isabella spoke again, her soft voice almost unable to be heard: "Take a seat. I'll be right back."
Brittany sat down on one of the brown love-seats directly across from an old rocking chair. She realized something strange: there was no television, clock, or even a telephone anywhere to be seen in the house.
She continued to look around, studying her surroundings. I wonder what she does to pass time...
Isabella returned holding a small tray with finger-sandwiches and two small cups filled with a liquid. She sat the tray down on the table that was separating her from the Brittany. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"
Not wanting to be rude, Brittany took a finger-sandwich and sipped one of the cups. Brittany relaxed, glad that it was just tea.
"So, Isabella," Brittany began, taking a bite of her sandwich, "how have you been?"
Isabella set her cup of tea down on the table and leaned back in her rocking chair. "I know why you're here."
Brittany shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Um.. you do?"
"Yes." Isabella smirked slightly. "You've met my grand-daughter, Mandy, haven't you?"
Brittany blushed, embarrassed. "Yes, I have..."
Isabella chuckled at the chipette. "She's a special girl... people like you will never understand."
Brittany, taking offense to Isabella's words, spoke up. "Excuse me?" She huffed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means," She began, "Mandy just wants a friend."
"She showed me her dolls." Brittany crossed her arms over her chest. "Her collection of dolls that she ruined by stabbing them, scratching the paint off, and pulling out their hair!"
"Like I said," Isabella grinned, "You will never understand." She stood and picked up the empty tray. "Would you like some more tea?"
Brittany had enough of Isabella's mind-games. "No, old lady!" She slammed her cup onto the table. "I want answers! I want to know why she did what she did! And most of all, I want to know why a news article said she was a killer!"
Brittany hit a nerve with her words. Isabella sat back down in her chair and placed the tray back on the table. "Fine, I'll give you answers. I just hope you're ready to hear them."
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Jeanette anxiously sat behind the bush, peering at the door. "Do you think Brittany is okay?"
"I hope so." Eleanor worriedly stared at the door, glancing to the windows every few seconds, waiting for any sign of her sister.
Eleanor sighed. "This was a bad idea. I can feel it." She shook her head, wishing Brittany would hurry and come back outside.
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Brittany listened intently to every word Isabella said, nodding every now and then.
"She has Hypopituitarism. It affects your body's functions, like growth." Isabella exhaled sharply. "She likes Voodoo dolls. Ever since she was a young girl, she loved making them and playing with them. It was her obsession. She would dress her dolls like her friends at school, and she would burn and stab them. She got into Witchcraft."
Brittany's eyes were wide. She was curious but frightened at the same time. One question remained in her head: The news article said she showed people her dolls before she killed them. What does that mean for me?
"I know the news article said she killed people after showing them her dolls," Isabella answered Brittany's unasked question, "but that's not entirely true. They just changed my words to fit what they wanted."
Brittany nodded, completely understanding. The media had done the same to Brittany and her sisters several times.
"She shows it to people as a sign of trust, but no one understands it the way she does. She gets angry, and that leads to her killing them. She has a terrible temper, and it gets out-of-control."
Brittany thought back to how she reacted when she saw Mandy's collection. She ran. "You don't think she'll hurt me, do you?"
Isabella tilted her head slightly, giving Brittany a pitiful smile. "Only time will tell, dear. Now," she continued, "I have some business to take care of. It's best you go on home."
Brittany handed her cup to Isabella and walked slowly to the door. She wasn't happy with Isabella's last words, but it was obvious that the woman wasn't going to tell Brittany anything else.
Brittany walked out the door to be greeted by her sisters at the bottom of the porch. Isabella, however, made her way to the back of the house, to her bedroom. She opened the door to the closet, and a young girl crawled out. Isabella took her in her arms and held her, stroking her blonde hair.
"Grand-mother, look!" The girl smiled, pulling away from the older woman, "Look at my new dolls!"
In the girl's arms were three dolls made of yarn. The middle had auburn hair, the taller one brown, and the shortest was blonde.
Isabella sighed once more. "Those poor girls," She hugged the girl closer to her, "they'll never understand."
Hypopituitarism: Hypopituitarism is a rare disorder in which your pituitary gland either fails to produce one or more of its hormones or doesn't produce enough of them. This deficiency can affect any number of your body's routine functions, such as growth, blood pressure and reproduction.
Don't kill me, but this is the end. :P Is the little girl Mandy? Is it a different grand-daughter? Use your imagination for what happens next.
This was just a story for me to test what I could do with the characters. Don't hate me too much! xD
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