Alvin and the Chipmunks
The Threequel
My Bad
Chapter eight
Blood, sweat and tears
So now we have two sides to the story. What happened to Alvin? What with the racist trio do to Brittany? Well, like I always say, you're gonna have to read to find out! PLEASE R&R!
Alvin's POV
"Let her go you fucking basterd!" I hollered, leaping onto Zeke, sending him landing face first into the pavement. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brittany roll out of his grasp and hit a brick wall, letting out a loud groan of pain as she struggled to get to her feet.
With my fist clenched and raised above my head, I ploughed it into Zeke's face, who only grunted in pain from the impact. His nose instantaneously began to ooze with blood, staining his orange, loose fitting shirt and dripping off his chin.
I clutched the top hem of his shirt and viciously shook it, causing the back of his head to pound against the hard concrete vigorous times. And then to my surprise, Zeke managed to kick me off, sending me colliding into the wall, temporarily blinding me.
I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my head and wrench me to my feet, fiercely spinning me around in a three hundred and sixty degree angle, locking their arms tighter around my neck.
I struggled to pull Zeke off of me, but made an effort in trying to reach up and flip him over. Unfortunately, as a result, he kneed me in the stomach numerous times. I gagged at the impact, only to be anguished much more painfully.
I gripped his arms around my neck and rammed his back into the wall, earning the quick freedom to breathe, before swiftly jumping out of the way of a flying punch. I clutched my chest and panted heavily. My lungs ached. My heart burned. And my torso was painfully bruised.
I turned to Brittany, who was curled up against the wall, scared for her own life. I then looked over at Zeke, who had wiped away the blood from his nose and was about to make an attempt for another brutal fight, but stopping in his tracks and grinning evilly at me. I glared at him suspiciously, but then whirled around and headed over towards Brittany.
And then...BANG! I felt something small, yet powerful rip through my right arm, and all I could hear after that was a woman screaming my name. I fell to my knees and clutched my arm tightly, wincing as warm liquid flowed continuously from the wound, causing me to feel hazy and lightheaded.
My vision began to blur intensely, and the end of consciousness slowly closing in. Every inch of my body felt anesthetized. I could no longer feel the cold, hard pavement underneath me. I could no longer feel myself breathe!
Gasping for air, I tightened my grasp around my arm and dazedly leaned to the side, suddenly toppling over and hitting the ground. My feeling bit down hard as it came back to me, and as a result, I let out an ear piercing scream of pain, struggling to wedge my arm out of the pressure of my body.
All of the thrashing about quickly and abruptly made me lethargic. My eyelids went for a close, and I fought with all the strength within me to remain awake. I screamed for help, but all that escaped my lips was a small whisper.
I slowly, ever so slowly, slipped into unconsciousness. And the last thing I could hear was, "ALVIIIIIIIIINNN!"
"Alvin? Please wake up."
"Alvin?"
"ALVIN?"
"ALVIN!"
My eyelids snapped open, frantically searching around my surroundings. I was in a large, white room, crowded by figured blurs and ripples of frenzied sounds.
I looked to my left. A beeping, machine-like box sat on what looked like a nightstand. Behind it was a constant, opening and closing entrance, what seemed like doors being swung at this action. I looked to my right. My blood stained arm lay spread out at my side, wrapped in cotton and plastered with mesh. I looked up, my eyes instantaneously squinting over a rather large, bright light glinting towards my face.
I then looked ahead of me. A somewhat outsized blur stood before me, speaking my name, echoing their standpoint. I suddenly flinched, at the touch of something grasping my left hand and gently squeezing it. I whirled my head around to see who it was, my brows frantically raising at the sight of a teary eyed figure, by the name of Dave Seville.
I narrowed my eyes to get a clearer view, "D-Dave?" I asked, so quietly I could barely hear myself. My throat felt dry and hoarse. My head throbbed. My arm was stiff and felt painful.
Dave's eyes widened at the sight of me, and he couldn't help but let out a relieved gasp. He leaned over and pulled me into a tight hug, "Oh my god, Alvin! We all thought you were dead!" He exclaimed frantically, squeezing my shoulders together.
Dave pulled away and wiped his tears away with the back of his sleeve, before shooting me a disappointed frown. "Why the hell would you do this to me, Alvin?" He demanded, "You put yourself in danger because of your decisions. I specifically ordered you to stay at home, but would you listen? No. What was going through your mind?"
My heart suddenly began to race after he said that. That sick feeling of my chest being used as a punching bag. I clutched my torso with my uninjured hand and winced in pain. My face throbbed from fistfuls of heavy impacts. My earlobes rung over the ear piercing sound of...BRITTANY'S SCREAMS! It was all coming back to me now.
I struggled at propping myself onto my elbows and sliding off what I had laid on, only to be pushed back down again. "Where's Brittany?" I demanded hysterically, trying to slap the hands away from me.
"What about Brittany, Alvin-?" I quickly cut Dave off by letting out a loud groan from pressuring my weight against my wounded arm, before calling Brittany's name. "Brittany! She-she was with me at the club!" I exclaimed, throwing my head down on what felt like a pillow and panted frantically.
I then heard other voices. Familiar voices. Panicky voices. "What?" Eleanor sounded like she was about to scream out of grief for her eldest sister.
"How the hell did this happen?" Simon shouted, almost splitting with anger. I felt so guilty. This was entirely my fault.
"Oh my god!" Jeanette cried out frenetically, her voice almost muffled with the sound of tears. "Then where did she go? If you were lying in an alleyway, then something really dreadful had happened to her!"
Jeanette slammed her hands down on the edge of my bed, anger boiling inside of her. "Where did you take my sister last night Alvin?" She demanded harshly, grabbing fistfuls of white sheet and flaring her nostrils angrily.
I was nearly at the verge of tears. "The D-Dance Dance Rebellion!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with misery and panic. I began to pant uncontrollably. Just thinking about what I'd witnessed last night sent painful shivers up and down my spine. Brittany and I were having a blast! But that was all before Zeke, Kane and Ryan showed up and caused utter chaos. And they had a fucking gun! They shot me. They took Brittany into the darkness.
I placed the palm of my hand against my forehead, trying to settle myself. But failing miserably. I looked up at Jeanette, as a single tear began to roll down my cheek and drip off my chin. "B-Brittany and I w—were attacked b-by Zeke, Kane and Ryan." I began, my voice still quivering under the pressure. "T-they confronted us in the club, w-while we were ordering drinks." Oh god. "...T-they shot me, and...and..." I could finish. It was too painful to speak of.
"And what?" Eleanor urged frantically, her blonde fringe sticky from the tears. "What happened to our sister, Alvin? God, please tell us I can't take this anymore! I need to know where she is!"
"-She was taken!" I cut her off quickly, bursting into a rainfall of tears. I flung my head back and cried out Brittany's name, "Brittany I love you! I'm so sorry about this! I promise you baby, I'll find you, even if I have to search all corners of the earth! I'll bring you back to your sisters! You don't have to forgive me for what I've done!"
"Alvin, please!" Theodore exclaimed frantically, taking my uninjured arm and gently squeezing it. "You don't have to do this! You played no role for Brittany being kidnapped! This wasn't your fault!"
"Yes I did!" I snapped, my voice muffled from my tears. I yanked back my arm and panted heavily, trying to dissolve Brittany's ear piercing screams from my mind. The more I thought of that, the more grief I felt pounding against my chest like drums.
"I took her to the fricken club Theodore!" I shouted angrily, "she was my responsibility at the time!" I had never blown up in my youngest brother's face before. It felt cruel, but he needed to get the clue.
By this time, Theodore hadn't come up with a useful explanation. I just sighed exaggeratedly and attempted to sit up. "I have to find her." I said stubbornly, resting my injured arm against my chest and trying to pull myself up with the other.
No-one liked this idea, and Dave gently pushed me back down on the bed, simply shaking his head disagreeably. "You're hurt, Alvin. You are in no condition-"
"Oh and you think Brittany isn't?" I shouted, slapping his hands away. "For your information, David, Brittany is alone with three racist fricken gangsters! You don't have to imagine what they'll do to her both verbally and physically!"
Dave stared at me in shock. He hadn't thought of that yet. The bridge of my nose creased into an even tighter glare, as I attempted on sitting up once more, finally having the privilege.
I glowered at Dave, "When I was friends with the jerks, they wouldn't fricken stop rambling on about enjoying Brittany one day. I, obviously disgusted, tried to tell them to stop. They just think I'm trying to hide my self esteem. And when I made it official that Brittany and I were dating...well...they..."
Theodore reached over and touched my shoulder, "What did they do?" He asked gently, his hand shaking slightly. Probably bracing himself for one of my aggressive comebacks.
I only just sighed sadly, before turning towards my youngest brother, feeling a single tear roll down my cheek. "...They tried to make me crumble under guilt for making the decision. You can't escape love ya know. But they were too cocky to understand." I explained, hanging my head down to the floor and blinked away a few more tears.
I couldn't help but think of what Brittany could be suffering at this very moment. I bit down on my lip and let it all go. I felt responsible for all of what happened, even when it all started with that forced kiss Ryan pushed me and Brittany into. I shouldn't have let my feelings get the better of me. But love was stronger than I could ever be.
The room was silent. Brittany's sisters were mourning over her. Simon and Theodore were struggling to console their counterparts. And Dave had left.
I carefully turned my body around to look out the window from my bed, grabbing a tissue and wiping away tears in the process. My eyes bored through the glass into the dawning sky. The sun was gradually rising. The atmosphere of the firmament glowed beautiful shades of pink, orange, blues and light purples. It made me think more of Brittany.
Her striking electric blue eyes. The pink fabric of her clothes. The radiance of her orange, auburn hair. And the more I stared towards the purple clouds casting every shade upon the glass, the more I grieved and worried over how much pain she was in right now.
An old warehouse on the outskirts of LA-
Brittany's POV
"No, please don't do this Zeke!" I pleaded frantically, as the orange clad chipmunk carried me through the doors of an old warehouse, miles away from Las Angeles.
I kicked and thrashed in his strong grip, only to be brutally man handled and viciously thrown over his shoulder. The side of my face thumped the wooden door frame, and I let out a loud groan in pain from the impact. My tears tightened my cheeks and dribbled down my top, soaking the shoulder Zeke's leather jacket.
My nostrils flared, and without thinking, I reached up and yanked on the roots of his hair, earning a throbbing slap against the already red of my legs. I cried out at the top of my voice, instantly receiving a hard poke in the face from Kane's shot gun. I froze when I fixed my eyes on the deadly weapon, only remembering what happened to Alvin just a few hours ago. I bit down on my lip, trying to not burst into tears.
Abruptly, I screamed in fright, as Zeke threw me to the ground, my back violently hitting the dusty floor boards with a loud thud. He then topped me and swiftly swiped the palm of his hand across my face. "Shut it, bitch!" He growled, as Kane and Ryan approached us and shot him a deadly look.
"Whoever said you could go first?" Kane snapped, grabbing a scruff of Zeke's jacket and yanking him away from me. I quickly crawled into a sitting position and slid back against the wall behind me, gathering my legs and pressuring them against my chest. I could feel my heart beating rapidly, and it burned greatly.
Zeke stood straight and got into Kane's face, "Cause I'm eldest, dipswitch! I have the first round!" He curled his top lip and snarled.
Ryan shoved him backwards, "Actually," he snapped, "I'm eldest. Get the facts right, nigger!" He then turned to me, with a frighteningly seductive look upon his face. I began to tear up again, as he grabbed my arm and dragged me into another room.
"Ryan!" I cried out desperately, my words muffled from the tears. "Please! You don't want to do this!" Ryan just rolled his eyes and hooked his arms around my waist and hauled me over to what seemed like an unmade, conventional king-sized bed, and tossed me onto it. I squealed in pain, as my head hit the iron bedhead.
He then jumped on top of me, making an attempt to pull off my hot pants. I screamed and kicked frantically at his stomach, throwing him off the bed with the third strike. I gripped the iron bars and picked myself up onto my feet, before leaping off the mattress and racing towards the door. But unfortunately, Ryan got there first and slammed it shut, charging after me and ramming my body into the wall.
"Now," he began through gritted teeth, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small needle. My eyes widened at this, and I instantaneously began to scream in fright, trying to pull myself out of his grip.
Ryan grasped my arms and threw me to the ground, before topping me and pinning down my limbs. "...This won't hurt, a bit." He grunted under my struggling, gripping the needle and plunging it into my arm, easing down the shot so the substance travelled inside my body and through my veins.
I suddenly began to feel limp in the limbs. My head span vigorously, and my vision grew indistinct. Ryan gave me a devilish grin and proceeded on undressing me, sliding down my hot pants and following the tip of his finger around the waistband of my pink panties, snapping it once he rounded my backside. I wanted to kick him off, but the shot made me light-headed and anesthetized. I was left helpless, as Ryan continued to venture my body.
He then reached up and pulled off my tank top, leaning down and began to suck at my collarbone, as he wedged his hand around the back of my neck and undid the strap of my silver bikini. He ripped that off as well, and immediately glided his rough lips down, growing closer and closer towards my breasts.
He cockily tweaked my nipples with the tips of his fingers, earning a weak scream in fright from me. I didn't want to believe it. I had a terrifying feeling that tonight was the night I'd get raped. Three times at the least!
I stared, scared for my innocence, as Ryan began to strip off his tracksuit pants and ease down his neon orange boxers. I tried to crawl away, but with every stride I move my limbs, the more sluggish and heavy-eyed I became. Ryan wriggled his brows at me, before ripping off his boxers, revealing his rather large, five inch erection. He leaned down on me and whispered in my ear, "Your gonna love this, babe."
And all I could feel after that, was my barrier tearing apart and I immediately konked out.
Okay, now you know why this story is rated M. M!
