Alvin and the Chipmunks
The Threequel

My Bad

Summary-The chipmunks and the chipette have started the fifth year of high school, and Alvin and Brittany pinch their noses in anger.
Ever since the beginning of year eleven, the two have been stuck together, rammed against each other, and pressured and forced into unexpected kisses.

But their ways of attitude and feeling for each other have changed.

Brittany becomes jealous of Alvin's popularity.
Alvin feels his obnoxious, arrogant personality is soothing whenever Brittany's around. Brittany's confused with his change of manner towards her. Alvin's falling for the most wanted girl in school.

Let out the obvious. They're in love!

A/N –

I apologise for having this chapter be updated SO late. I was just really busy with my other stories that I had gotten caught up. I hope you all still remember this story. I am going to make this chapter so detailed its crazy! I am sure that I will surprise you!

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Chapter Thirteen
Slave Auction Part I

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With Alvin

Alvin's POV

As soon as I stepped out of the convey, bright neon lights caught my eyes, and I had to move my arm over my face to block the brilliant radiance from turning my eyes to jelly. Naturally, (without all of the bright lights) it was already growing dark, and it began to make me worry if this wasn't the best time to be searching for Brittany. Las Vegas, at nightfall, the whole city turns to one huge festivity, gambling, clubs, loud music, street racing, and who else knows. It would be like trying to find a needle in a thick, enormous hay stack.

But I knew deep inside that I had to be strong for Brittany. It was for her own good, and that she was appropriately rescued without delay. He couldn't afford to lose another day trying to track down where Zeke and Ryan had taken her next. He, Alicia and Bryant were falling back too much to lose them again.

I hitched up my shoulder bag and gave a long sigh. I so hope that Alicia was right about Zeke and Ryan being here...I thought to myself. I then turned to Bryant, who was busy loading three shot guns over the bonnet of the convey, and chewed down on my lip. The sight seemed to confuse my, for he had never been informed that we were to use. "What are we doing with those?" I asked, curious.

Bryant clicked the safety lock on on the weapons and looked up at me, before stuffing one hand into his pocket and pulling out an ID card, which seemingly belonged to the police department. "I am an authorised policeman, Alvin..." He said, smiling as he tossed me one. I caught it, but only just. The abrupt action made me flinch instinctively, thinking that it was about to go off in my hands. Bryant let out a kindly chuckle. "It's locked, Alvin. Chill..."

I poked and prodded through my pockets in search of an empty one. I shoved the locked gun inside it and looked up at Bryant, giving him a frown. "You could have warned me first." I said firmly. Bryant couldn't help but laugh. I let out a growl. I hate it when people make fun of me!

"Nah," he replied, grinning as he slid his gun into the lower slot of his tracksuit pants. He then turned towards the door of the convey and gave it a firm thump with his fist. "Alicia!" He called. "You ready?" The man eyed me with a smile and then said. "...I just wanted to see you jump..." I folded my arms across me chest and pouted.

Alicia opened the door and poked her head out, sighing gently. "Yeah, I'm good." She answered slowly. "You guys all ready to go?"

Bryant put his arm over my shoulder and smiled at her. "Ready as we will ever be..."

"Okay..." Alicia said gently, stepping out of the convey and hitching up her bag. She took Bryant with one hand, and the other taking the last shot gun from the bonnet of the vehicle, before striding out into the bright city lights, her feet treading through puddles as she walked. I eyed down the end of the empty street from top to bottom as I followed swiftly behind, carrying my gun firmly in my hands.

Besides the lack of light between the street posts, I could see that the three of us were all wearing black. It seemed easier for us to sneak around without being noticed too quickly. And it did help, but many who were walking down the main avenue looked rather suspicious. I just turned to them and told them to keep walking. Good thing they knew I wasn't to be messed with.

As soon as we hit the furthest alley, we all ducked into the shadows of it and tip-toed down into its mouth, making sure to stay along the cold, brick walls on either side. The atmosphere had suddenly fallen silent, and for a second I thought we were about to be bombarded with people thinking that we were intruders. This wasn't exactly our playground, so we had to expect the unexpected.

Bryant moved ahead, carrying his gun cautiously at hand. It was not long before we were stopped short by a rusty metal door, caught open by a packet of cigarettes and a limp, bloodstained hand. Alicia covered her eyes and stood back, catching me off guard as she bumped into me without warning. She glanced over her shoulder and mouthed. 'Sorry...'

I sighed and stepped out of the way of her.

Bryant signalled for us to stay put, as he began to approach the door. He took hold of the door knob and slowly pulled it open, stepping out of the way of the hand that tumbled further onto the ground.

Alicia swallowed down hard.

As soon as Bryant motioned that it was all clear, I nudged Alicia in the arm and paced forward, peering over Bryant's shoulder the moment I was close enough to see what he was looking at.

I gagged:

Right there at the foot of the door laid a limp body, seemingly dead. I considered that, for it was not breathing. Its chest stayed still and flat. By the looks of it the body belonged to a woman-a rather young looking woman-dressed in nothing but a lace bra and matching black panties. Her face was smeared in dark eyeliner and lipstick, and the expression on her face wore a sickly blank stare. Her arms-from her wrists to her shoulders-dozens of pin-needle like holes were indented into her body. A butted out cigarette lay loosely between her middle and index finger. Immediately, I knew what had happened to her-this woman was drugged to death.

Alicia touched Bryant's shoulder and looked over his shoulder. A hand immediately went over her mouth, and she let out a devastated gasp. "Oh no..." She murmured.

Bryant glanced over at her. "It's tragic isn't it?" With his foot, he gently moved the woman's limp hand out of his path and he stepped over the body, taking Alicia's hand as he did so.

He looked over at me with a small smile. "Let us just hope that hasn't happened to Brittany yet..."

I frowned over at him, but the anger in my body never seemed to come out. "Please don't..." I said weakly, walking around the dead woman's body. "I do not want to be thinking about that..."

"I know. I understand..."

"Good. Then please don't bring it up again..."

"C'mon, guys..." Alicia cut in gently, gazing down at the body beneath her feet. "Let's not start bickering now. In order for Brittany not end up like this poor girl, is that we co-operate and get her out as fast as we can...okay?"

I turned to her and nodded. "Okay." I replied, pushing the cigarette butt out of the woman's hand with my foot, as I began to move ahead of Bryant and Alicia. "Let's get moving..."

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With Brittany

Brittany's POV

My eyes fluttered open woozily, and I winced through the sudden dart of pain that shot through my entire body. My mouth tasted strongly of bile and dry cum, and I heaved over the edge of the pile of mouldy blankets underneath me. This was so much worse than anything I have ever experienced. It felt like it had lasted forever-I couldn't even remember what day it was.

I looked about the concrete room groggily. Everywhere I looked faded into one huge blur, and it began to make me feel suddenly nauseas. I couldn't think straight, and my head throbbed of me struggling to pull myself up from a slumping position.

"God..."

What had happened to me? All I could seem to remember was me being stabbed in the arm with a sedative, and that was all that seemed to feel clear to me. The rest was all one blur that I could not make out. It was beginning to make me frustrated.

I let out a groan and flailed my arms about, trying to find something pull myself up with. It wasn't long before my right hand made contact with a rusty pipe that stuck out the concrete cubical, and I winced from the sharp jolt of pain that shot through my arm. But after that I managed to pull myself upright and sit forward, giving a relieved sigh.

I then began to pant aimlessly.

I never knew how just one simple action would bring me so much exhaustion. My palms and forehead were beginning to sweat mildly, and immediately my whole body started to feel hot. I looked down at myself and gasped groggily.

"I'm practically naked!'

I, without delay, threw my arms around my body, feeling as my tight skin begin to contract my muscles. I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain was unbearable, so in order to cease myself from screaming, I had to let go of myself, and I fell back, smacking the back of my head on the hard concrete behind me.

I gave a small whimper, as I crawled into the nearest corner in the room. I inhaled sharply, my nose screwing up instantly, as the revolting stench of rot and mould filled the air. I held my nose as tears began to escape my eyes.

'Where am I?'

My eyes shot up, as the sound of heavy footsteps began to approach the room. I moved further into the corner and hugged myself tightly, bracing myself for whoever was going to come in through that door. I was strongly hoping that it was Alvin-or anyone good that I know-but especially Alvin.

'God, Alvin...Please let it be you...'

But I was entirely wrong:

Suddenly, a tall, dark figure stepped out at the foot of the door, their hands in their pockets, and by the faint silhouette across their face...they were smiling. The figure stepped forward, and I let out a frightened gasp.

It was Zeke...

He was dressed in a stylish black tuxedo and yellow tie, and on his feet he wore a pair of burnished dark formal dress shoes. His

Zeke gave me a toothy grin, as he began to approach me. "Why, hello again, Brittany..." He purred devilishly, reaching out and taking me firmly by the arm.

He yanked me up slightly and glided his tongue along my collarbone. "You like games?" He asked me seductively, and I pushed him away at this, my eyes suddenly bulging out of my head in fear. I immediately knew what he wanted to do, and I would have nothing of it this time.

I HAD to FIGHT BACK!

I staggered to my feet and, with all of the strength that I could muster, I leapt forward, catching Zeke completely off guard as we both went stumbling into the nearest wall. I pulled my fist back and let it drop, punching the man square in the face, hearing as he let out a loud groan in pain from the impact.

I scratched at his face viciously. "You fucking asshole!" I screamed angrily. "I am never going to let you do this to me again! Never!"

But soon, I pulled back, my lungs painful from the lack of breath, and the twinge in my arms brought sudden exhaustion through me. I knew this was Zeke's chance to get back at me, and he did, grabbing me by my hair and throwing me onto the ground with a sickening thud. He approached me slowly and knelt done, taking me firmly by my face and glaring deep into my panic-stricken eyes.

"You ain't that strong..." He said darkly, bringing back his hand and slapping me hard across the cheek, causing tears to escape my eyes as I fell back, yelping in pain. I crawled back into my corner, desperate to get away from my attacker.

But once again. I was unsuccessful, for Zeke had me by my hair again and was soon dragging me out of the cubical, calling angrily down the dimly lit hallway.

"Hey! Ryan!" He yelled, his voice echoing loudly. "Get over here!" He yanked me up to get a better grip on me, before forcing my body forward, just as a head poked out from around the corner of the hallway.

I peered through my sweaty bangs and stared up at the figure beginning to approach. I recoiled. I knew exactly who it was.

Ryan: (((( A/N-well duh! ))))

'God help me...'

Ryan ambled over, buttoning up his dark tuxedo from the chest down. He glanced down at me as he passed, taking Zeke by the shoulder and giving him a firm squeeze. "You ready?" He asked, a tinge of hostility caught in his voice.

I looked up, just as Zeke grinned and nodded. I shivered in fright.

'What are they planning to do with me...?'

Ryan turned to me, his face suddenly a look of seduction mixed with fear-provoking excitement. I rolled over and made an attempt to crawl away from them, only to have both of my legs weighed down by the two men before me.

I gave a loud grunt of pain, as Ryan yanked my up by my neck and rammed me into the nearest wall, knocking all of the oxygen out of my lungs. I thrashed about, struggling to push him away from me, only to be slapped fair across the face and thrown to the floor with a hard thud.

Zeke knelt down in front of me and hissed in my ear. "Behave..." His order sounded like a threat, and I recoiled, frightened. He grabbed hold of my stomach and threw me over his shoulder, feeling the twinge of pain along my side as he deliberately shoved me into the wall, before moving down the hallway with Ryan at his heels.

It wasn't long before they stepped into another room, but it was jam packed with men dressed in formal uniforms, who were either seated around the bar at the end of the room or standing silently before a wood polished stage, and young woman, around about my age, who were showing just as much cleavage as I was.

But the woman wore absolutely no underwear-just ripped cocktail dresses in various colours and painfully high stilettos, all looking drowsy and probably just as stoned as I seemed to feel. Their hair was either drawn up in messy buns, or left down, all bushy and unkempt. The all seemed to be taking turns being shoved out onto the stage, stumbling over their own two feet as the men in the crowd began to observe them from top to bottom. A loud speaker echoed through the whole room, announcing various numbers...that just seemed to go up by another thousand numbers at a time.

I swallowed down hard.

What is going on...?

My thoughts were cut short, as a large hand wrapped itself around the back of my neck and shoved me forward. I staggered ahead of Zeke and Ryan, scared for if I tried to run away they would do the exact same thing they did to me before half of my memory was vanquished.

I kept walking, until we enter another room, which was partly empty...but full of women's intense groaning and moaning. I squeezed my eyes shut, my teeth chattering away in my mouth. I was frightened-scared for my life.

I asked myself again:

'What are they planning to do with me...?'

Zeke grabbed my calves and with all of his strength, tossed me aside, grinning as the back of my head smacked against the cold, hard concrete when I landed. I snapped my head up and yelped in pain, but the impact knocked the breath right out of me, and my cry sounded more of a wheeze. I gathered my legs towards my chest and buried my face in my knees, struggling to keep my voice straight and for the tears to cease. But it was extremely difficult, for the pain was unbearable and I felt I just couldn't take this trauma anymore.

'I couldn't...'

But I knew fair and well that I could never fight back. Because if I did I would be severely beat, or could even have my own life taken away if I didn't give these people what they wanted.

'I was scared...'

Yes. I could already feel the undeviating trauma scars beginning to stain my heart and soul. I knew, these were the men who stole my rights away-my innocence, and at the same time took away my eternal happiness. I would NEVER have a normal happy life again, and I knew that fair and well.

And then:

It seemed as though my whole life flashed before my eyes. The very second I snapped my eyes open, a horde of strobelights blanketed me with their bright, blinding illumination, and I was suddenly shoved out in front of dozens of formally dressed men, hooting quietly and murmuring vigorously to each other.

My head ached even more now, and I squeezed my temples to ease off the pulsing migraine. My whole body felt hot and clammy. I had to hold myself up to stop from stumbling over.

I looked down at myself and suddenly let out a muzzy gasp in fright. Someone had must have undressed me while my mind was still hazy, and then hiked a tight, ripped cocktail dress up my waist and slipped high heels over my feet when they pushed me out here.

I gave a squeak and wrapped my arms around myself, making an attempt to shrink back out of the light of the strobelights. But I was once again unsuccessful, for as I glanced over my shoulder to see where I was heading, Ryan grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me back out. The whole crowd laughed when began to stagger to my feet.

"As usual, we saved the best for last..." I flinched, as a female telepathic voice echoed throughout the whole room. Every single man in sight turned to me, their eyes suddenly glowing with a presumably desire for pleasure.

Immediately, the whole room began to blur, and I rocked aimlessly back and forth to keep myself from backing out of consciousness.

I told myself once again:

"I was scared..."

'I was scared...'

I swallowed down hard:

'No...'

'I WAS FRICKING TERRIFIED...'

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With Alvin

Alvin's POV

We were very close-I could feel it. I smiled to myself and gave a sigh in relief. I don't know how Bryant did it, but he did-he brought us here.

We paced silently across the empty, dim lit corridor, guns at hand and eyes constantly darting back and forth, wary of every single sound or voice that could possibly be heard. We-especially me-did not want to blow our cover now, not after how far we have come.

The pathway was dark, so we had to be extra cautious of where we put our feet. Not a sound was heard, not even a peep, as we tip-toed towards a rusty, metal door at the end of the hallway. Bryant tried the knob, but unfortunately the door was padlocked.

"Let me have a look at that." I gently pushed past Bryant and grabbed the lock with one hand, and with the other I dug into my tracksuit pockets and pulled out a safety pin. I chewed down on my lip as I tried the lock again, this time with the pin. I was hoping that this would work. Thankfully, the pin disengaged the lock...but it came toppling down loudly.

We all held our breath as it hit the ground with a clank.

My eyes slanted open, and I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Oh thank god!' I murmured, tossing the bent pin aside and taking the door knob with both hands.

I turned to Bryant, who gave me a half smile and nodded. "Go on..." A tinge of anxiety caught his voice, but he swallowed down and motioned me forward.

Nodding, I looked back at the door knob and turned it. But something caught my ear-a voice, no, a whole group of voices behind the door. I gulped and moved away, whipping the gun from my pocket and aiming it at the door.

Alicia flinched back from my abrupt movement, before asking urgently. "Alvin, what's wrong?"

"Shhh!" I snapped quietly, as I inched myself closer to the door. I slowly began to unlock the safety switch on the gun as I finished. "...There's someone behind the door. Everyone be quiet so we don't attract any attention..."

As I said this, I heard both Bryant and Alicia's weapons click, and then, I ever so slowly began to ease the door open, trying to keep as quiet as I could. I glanced over my shoulder and held up three fingers, whispering.

"One..." I put down my index finger. "...Two..." I then put down my middle finger. And then, as soon as the third finger went down, I yanked the door open and ran through, just as Bryant yelled:

"POLICE! Hands up!"

(((( Oooohhh! Cliff-hanger! ))))

Don't you just hate those things? LOL ^_^

I so totally hope you guys still remember this story! I have been working on this chapter for ages, man! (((( I worked REALLY hard on it ))))

But anyway, thank you for reading this chapter of Alvin and the Chipmunks, My Bad!

Thank you!

~Hannah~