Alvin and the Chipmunks
The Threequel
My Bad
Chapter Twelve
Promises
Summary- Many of my readers have described my story, 'My Bad' as an alternative to the 2008 film, 'Taken'. And yes, I've seen this film, and I decided to write about it: But I wrote it my way. Everyone does. Once again, I apologise for any coarse, uncouth, or sexual scenes in this story. I now realise it does not fit the 'Alvin and the Chipmunks' category on Fanfiction, and I owe that realisation to Victory's Raconteur. Thank you-RoxxiGRL
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the following characters in this story: Alvin Seville, Brittany Seville/Miller/Hawke, Simon Seville, Jeanette Seville/Miller/Hawke, Theodore Seville, Eleanor Seville/Miller/Hawke, Dave Seville, Claire Wilson, or any of the other characters I have left out. Alicia Goulding, Bryant Jefferson, Kane and Zeke belong to me- RoxxiGRL
Author's Note- Just a reminder, think about the CGI version of 'Alvin and the Chipmunks', only they have been humanized. Thank you-and ENJOY!
Alvin's POV
A gush of cold wind caught my face, as I stepped out of Bryant's BMW in front of his apartment. I covered my arms, trying to rub some warmth into my limbs as I began to follow Alicia and Bryant towards the dimly lit alleyway to the side of his building. The sight of the alleyway made me shudder, and all of a sudden, thoughts of the incident back at DDR began to swirl around in my head. It made me want to tear up.
Bryant gestures to the top, right hand corner of the alleyway, where a large, covered over convey van stood parked underneath a long, timber car port. "The van is right over here. Hey Alvin, you comin or what?" He asked me. My head snapped up at that exact moment, the darkness of the alley now created a lump in my throat. Still continuing to circulate heat through my upper body, I forced myself to step out of my statue and follow.
The sky was slowly beginning to dawn over, making the dry, grey patches of cloud lighten. It had finally stopped raining, and all that remained from the downpour was large puddles of water, scattered all over the place. My throat felt parched and itchy as I slowly entered the alleyway, I wrapped my arms around myself for support. It felt as if the walls were closing in on me, like I was being followed.
I heard a loud metal clang in the near distance, and my heart lurched dramatically at its cause. I broke into a sprint, my shoulder suddenly clipping Alicia's, and she let out a startled gasp as I tore out in front of her. I threw myself at the convey van and clung to the side, my breathing rapid and quick from the fright. Bryant whirled his head around from tearing off the cover up and gave me a concerned look. "Are you alright, Alvin?" He asked. Too frozen to speak, I shakily nodded my head in response.
"I am sure he will be fine once we hit the road, babe." Alicia assured, as she approached Bryant's end of the Convey. She took the keys from Bryant and unlocked the uncovered front driver's side door, as Bryant pulled off the remainder of the car cover. She came around my side and pulled open the slide door, gesturing me inside. "There's food in the top cardboard, drinks in the fridge. A pile of blankets in the cabinet and, uh...babe? Is the Murphy bed already made? Or do you want me to make it now?"
I had already escorted myself inside, studying every inch of the large vehicle. I had to admit, it suited the look of a twenty first century convey, with all of the new technicality equipped to it. A three way sofa made of fine, burgundy material stood in the far right corner, smothered in throw pillows and smelt of Jasmine-even all of the way over here. I rolled my eyes. I bet that was Alicia's idea in perfume. I thought, before turning to observe the rest of the convey.
An inbuilt Murphy bed was almost all I was preoccupied by. Alicia approached it and pulled it down from the wall, the silent thud of it made me know exactly how exhausted I was. The silken texture of the doona made me wish I was asleep right now, wrapped in my own dreams. But then the thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. "Now this really isn't the best time to be sleeping is it?" I asked myself aloud. "I must get to Brittany before it's too late."
"Alvin, hear yourself." Alicia's firm, but caring voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I whirled my head around to watch her dump a pile of what looked like pyjamas at the edge of the bed. She stood up straight and frowned at me. "I'm not asking." She said firmly. "Now get changed. Bryant and I will make sure you get to Las Vegas before those gangsters will even think about anything else." And with that, she stepped out of the convey and closed the door, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room to change.
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By the time I awoke, rays of sunlight had already began peering through the curtains and kissed me good afternoon. How long had I been out? I felt a sharp tingle lope up and down my right arm, and I pulled it out from underneath my head, before gathering my strength to be able to sit upright. I yawned and rubbed my face, my eyes darting around the room as it rocked lightly from side to side.
"Good afternoon sleepyhead." A gentle, yet amused female voice cut me out of my lookout. I whirled my head around to the side of the bed and saw Alicia, placing a tray of omelettes and a glass of orange juice onto the right bedside table. She gave me a smile and patted my knee. "Eat up evil knieval. We're nearly there." She said, before turning around and heading over towards Bryant, who seemed as though he was about to knock off and switch with Alicia. He sipped the remainder of his coffee and slid underneath the covers on the sofa, out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Alicia took control of the convey, adjusting the rear view mirror as she buckled herself in. "Just a couple more miles until we hit the lights, Alvin." She said, as she began to ease a groove into her seat. She peered into the rear view mirror and grinned. "Looks like Bryant had a rough night." I smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
It wasn't long before my relaxed smile, cart-wheeled into a sorrowful frown. I sighed and turned towards the nearest window, watching intently as nothing but wide plains of dust passed. It didn't seem to end.
"Alvin?" Alicia's voice snapped me out of my wanders. "You're awfully quiet back there. Is there something you want to talk about?" I looked back at her with a short, distressed sigh, shifting my backside to the edge of the bed and pulling myself up.
"Actually." I began quietly, as I stepped towards the window and peered out of it once again. "Yes...D-do you think, Brittany will be okay?" I asked shakily. I was so scared, not helping but think of what Zeke and Ryan will do to my beloved Brittany. I need to know if she'll be okay. I need to encourage myself to think that she'll get through. If you panic, you can't think, and I can't have that. I need my concentration. I need to find her and bring her back.
I heard Alicia sigh and say. "I don't know, Alvin, to be honest. But on the other hand, I am positive that she will pull through. We need to be strong for her. You need to be strong for her. If we succeed, and you return her to her family, once those traffickers are finally behind bars, what she will need is for a little guidance to redeem herself over her traumatic state. And you need to help her, as well as the rest of her family, right?"
I sighed and nodded. "Yes, I understand correctly." I said quietly. "...But...But I murdered somebody, Alicia-"
Alicia cut me off. "-That doesn't matter." She exclaimed. "Besides that, you stole a life, and you saved one. And now you are on your way to saving another innocent life. Brittany, Alvin. The woman you are risking everything for: Your reputation, your career, heck your life. Don't blame yourself for someone that deserved their fate. Promise me, you will not blame yourself again."
I turned towards her and nodded slowly. "I promise." I said gently.
Alicia adjusts the rear view mirror once more and glances towards a green sign at the side of the road. She smiles and looks over her shoulder. "Just another mile, Alvin. Get yourself dressed, and eat your lunch!"
Omg I'm so sorry bout the really long wait for this, and that its really short. I had no idea what to write next :/ But anyway, I hope you still like this chapter!