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After being fired at by another bullet that impacted on the ground next to him, he was sent off-balance by the shock and fell on his stomach. He felt a stabbing pain on his left leg, and getting up was hard. For once, he felt what being an irresponsible parent feels like as he couldn't do anything but watch; Watch as another man snatched his daughter by the tail and ran away. He yelled Serene's name at the top of his lungs, hoping that the height of his voice might send his daughter back to him.
No... No... this isn't happening. The voice started to speak. He tried to get up again, but the stabbing pain on his left leg struck him once more, sending him back to the ground. All he could do was watch as the man exited the park and disappeared between buildings.
The world crashed into him as he punched the ground in rage and anger, feeling another stabbing pain in his knuckles. The incident was too fast for the tears, and he didn't feel like crying; but the feeling of irresponsibility, guilt, and rage still ate him out as fast as the tears came out of his eyes. He yelled again at the top of his lungs and buried him face on his wrist.
A moment of silence made him reflect on what happened. He was out with the man, then the gunfire came, and the next thing he knew, he was running as fast as he could for his daughter, but the next gunshot blew him away and slightly strained his ankle. And by that, he's only sorry that his body has failed his family.
The anger and the rage ate him away as he lifted his face from the ground and gave a deathly glare to the man who was responsible. His so-called "Fan" was a part of this, and that was no mistake. He glared at him, letting out all his guilt at one stare. The man stood distances away from him, feeling shocked and as if he didn't know this was going to happen. His expression only gave Simon the worst anger he's ever had in his life.
The stabbing pain of his ankle struck him again, but the anger and rage in his eyes made the pain feel like an encouragement. His body has already failed his family once, but the second time, he'll die before giving up. Feeling the pain loosening up a bit, he ran for the 'fan' with a loud cry at the top of his lungs. He made for a jump, feeling the tendons of his ankle straining, but ignored it. He landed of the man's shirt and came face to face with intimidated eyes.
"YOU!" Simon started.
"No, Simon, please, I can explain!" He defended, giving Simon the hint that HE'S really part of this.
"YOU WERE A PART OF THIS, WEREN'T YOU!" He raised his paw and slashed across his face, and he let go of him as he watched him fall to the ground. He came back to his face and had the sudden urge to slash across it again with his claws. "WHERE'S HE TAKING MY DAUGHTER!?"
"Simon, please, I don't know! I don't know, I swear!" The man's face drew fear and sweat.
"YOU WERE A PART OF THIS! YOU WERE A PART OF THIS, WEREN'T YOU!?" He gripped the neck of his shirt and raised his other paw.
"Please, I can explain! I never wanted to be a part of this! But Xander, he had a gun! He said he was gonna shoot me if I didn't do what he says!"
Now that's where he drew the line. If he thought those sentences were going to save him, he's wrong. Totally wrong. Then again, with anger and rage, Simon slashed across his face, making the man yelp in pain. "DOESN'T FAMILY MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU AT ALL!? HUH!? DOES IT!? THANKS TO YOU, I LOST MY DAUGHTER! I LOST MY DAUGHTER! DO YOU HEAR ME!?"
"Please, I never wanted to be a part of this! He was going to kill me!"
"AND YOU TRADED YOUR LIFE FOR THE SAFETY OF MY DAUGHTER, YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!"
"I'm sorry, Simon! Please, I'm sorry!"
Those words only added fuel to the rage he was feeling, and the fire burned inside his body. His muscles clenched as hard as it has ever been in his life, and his claws were completely out of their sheaths and were as hardened and sharpened by the fire of his rage. He slashed across the man's face, leaving long, deep scars on the man's left eye.
"SORRY DOESN'T GET MY DAUGHTER BACK!" He yelled and moved his face closer to the man's. His voice became a growl instead of a shout. "And, I doubt I'm even going to let you live!" The fear the man was feeling didn't satisfy his rage fully. For once, wicked and evil thoughts filled his minds. Thoughts that satisfied - he wanted to let the man suffer, not die.
He felt a presence behind him, then a paw touching his shoulder. He looked over and saw Jeanette's teary eyes. The amethyst eyes that cried. His muscles clenched again and he wanted to make the man pay for the sadness he has brought to his family. Before he could turn back to the man, Jeanette stopped him with her angelic voice.
"Simon, please. That's enough. Please don't let the kids see this."
Kids... His mind snapped as fast as his system reacted. He looked over to the rest of his family and found the kids shaking in fear at the sight of their father. They were holding each other in an embrace, watching unbelievably at the sight of what their father has become. He looked back at the man's face and saw there were more scars than the slashes he remembered doing. He looked back at the children and gasped as he realized what he's done.
Quickly, he let go of the man's shirt and looked at his family in shock. "Oh, my God..." He turned to Jeanette. "Oh, my God,... Jeanette,... Jeanette, I'm a monster."
Simon felt Jeanette's sympathy as she wrapped her arms around him. Simon received the embrace quickly and buried his face on her shoulder.
"Jeanette, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Shh..." Jeanette hushed him. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll find her."
"How? She's been kidnapped, and we don't even know where to start. Oh, Jeanette, I'm so sorry. I couldn't save her."
"Shh..." Jeanette hushed again. When she spoke, her tone became unusually normal despite the situation. "I know how we can save her."
For the few times in his life, Simon saw the light as she pulled out and looked at her mate unbelievably. Her words struck him like a song on replay: We can save her. Jeanette knows how to save her? "Save her? How?"
"She dropped this." Jeanette raised her paw and presented Simon a small, purple, chipmunk sized ribbon. And without a doubt, their daughter's scent was strong in it.
Simon looked at the eyes of her mate unbelievable and a new feeling of faithfulness entered him. He dropped tears from his eyes again and quickly wrapped Jeanette in his arms, burying his face on her shoulder. "Oh, my God, Jeanette, thank you... Thank you.''
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Alvin's Point Of View (The next day)
"How's she doing, Beatrice?" I asked her with my face kept in a casual expression as I held my mates paw. She was lying down on the bed with ultrasound gel rubbed all over her stomach.
"She's doing great. Her tendons are healing normally." Beatrice answered.
I smiled at her answer, knowing that my mate is doing alright. We're in Beatrice's office, a day after Brittany slashed her wrist because of me. And it's been two days since AJ's kidnapping and he's still missing. But somehow, my hopes in finding him are high, and I know that it won't be long until we find him.
The bad news is Serene has been kidnapped yesterday. But when there's bad news, no matter how bad, there's always a good news. And the good news is, Serene's ribbon flew out of her hair when she was kidnapped, and we can use the scent of the ribbon to find her. But why didn't we just use some of her old unwashed clothes? Because Serene's probably the cleanest child in the household. Not once can you find something lying on the ground that belongs to her, nor can you find any of her clothes in the laundry basket.
And of course, under that good news, there a slight bad news. We still haven't found her. The scent in the ribbon is strong, but the scent in the air is far away, and we're going to need a big beagle to sniff out the scent. It was probably a few miles away, and the chipmunk's sense of smell can only reach so far as a few kilometers.
But with our lead - Serene's ribbon - in, it's only a matter of days before we find AJ and Serene, and that's giving everyone the hope. And also, another thing I've been hoping is AJ and Serene not doing anything stupid during their captive, if you know what I mean. AJ and Serene are ten years old, and that's the beginning of the teenage life in chipmunks. Which means, they're going to start finding partners at that age, and worst, if they go missing for another year, Serene's probably going to heat up and seduce AJ into doing something... you know what I mean. But the chances of that happening are rare, since they're probably going to be found in about another week or so. And Serene's not the type of chipmunk who seduces males during heat. She's probably going to hide from him when that happens.
So, here I am now. Brittany's still in Beatrice's office because her body is still not strong enough to walk normal distances because of the blood loss. Chances of her are falling down and fainting, and I'm not going to let that happen.
So, in here, there's Beatrice, Brittany, me, and the kids. Ally, Alienelle, and Bryon sat beside me, watching Brittany being hooked up to the ultrasound machine. Why? Because she had a miscarriage - Brittany still hasn't admit it's my fault, but it's behind us now - and Beatrice is going to check if there's any damage in her... uh... uterus... or that's what she called it.
"So, how are you both of you doing? I'm sorry about AJ by the way. Did you find him yet?" Beatrice asked.
I shook my head. "No, not yet. But we're close. All we need is for the police to donate a big dog from the force and sniff out Serene's ribbon." I answered.
"Well, that's good news. Tell Simon I'm sorry about Serene too."
"He'd probably say the same thing that I said."
"We all know that."
I rolled my eyes and chuckled along. I looked back at Brittany and I caught her paw reaching for mine. When I looked at her face, she wasn't smiling, but she wasn't sad either. Something under her expression hid hopefulness. But hoping to what or about what exactly?
"Alvin?" Her voice spoke to me, and every muscle in ears relaxed. God, I love it when she does that to me. Hers and the kids voices are the only voices that soothe my ears.
"Yes, Britt?" I responded.
"What'll happen if the babies are really alive, and I didn't really have a miscarriage?" She asked me. In her tone, I detected a bit of hope. I didn't know how to reply to her, nor do I know what'll really happen.
"I don't know, Britt." I answered, then returned a smile. "But if they really are alive, then we'll be in our happiest. And also, we can celebrate... if you know what I mean, right?" I gave her a seductive wink, hinting her on my sentence.
Then Beatrice interrupted. "Hey, don't even think about it, guys. Brittany needs to rest."
"For how long?" Brittany asked.
"A few days maybe. If you're lucky maybe tomorrow."
I heard Brittany scoffed. Well, I guess she can't help herself around me. "I don't think I can last that long."
"Then don't start. When animals start, the male will never pull away until he's satisfied." Beatrice turned to me. "Right, Alvin?" She emphasized my name. And also, I agree one-hundred percent with her. Being in charge of the mateship, the males should be the one who's satisfied first. But that's not how I handle our mateship. As a loving male, I always make sure Brittany's satisfied. It's okay if I don't reach that height of pleasure, but when she's satisfied, I'm satisfied. But since we're talking about mating now, let's not go that far.
"I agree. But the kids are here, so... do you mind?" I looked over at the children and everyone of them had their heads craned and eyebrows raised in question. "Don't mind us. We're just talking about things you kids shouldn't be hearing."
"But we're ten years old. Can't we get a little hint of what's it about?" Ally asked.
"No you can't, young lady. And please understand. And don't worry, when you're older like fifteen or so, your mommy and I are going to talk to you all about it."
"Okay, daddy. That's fair." Ally told me.
And I doubt I'm even going to talk to them about it, even if they are older than fifteen. Talking to your kids about mating just seems so... weird. Brittany and I mated when we were fifteen. Brittany was even just a few days after fourteen that time, but no one talked to us about mating. Brittany just turned seductive, and it kind of just happened between us.
"Well, anyways, Brittany. You're hooked up." Beatrice turned away from the monitor and looked at us. "Now, what we're looking for here are few tiny nubs in your uterus that used to be the babies. If they're not there, then... you weren't pregnant after all."
Brittany and I nodded as we watched Beatrice turn on the monitor. She followed the same procedure and took the transducer, placing it against her stomach. The transducer was about the size of the body tube of a microscope, so it fits chipmunks right away. Once the screen finally showed something, Beatrice looked at it. As she said, there was a tiny nub,... a small, tiny nub inside her that used to be the baby.
"Here it is." Beatrice pointed out with her pen. "There's one... and... let me look for another one. There should be two or more, depending on how many you were supposed to have."
"Yeah. How many were supposed to live, but thanks to me I wasn't even able to talk to them,... at least know that they're inside me." Brittany spoke up.
I felt the irritation to the back of my head as she spoke. Is she ever going to drop that? For the last time, it was MY fault. But seeing that I don't want her to break down again, I kept myself quiet. I watched Brittany's stomach as Beatrice adjusted the transducer around her stomach. But I felt confused at the part when she suddenly stopped moving it. I saw the nerves in the back of her hand freezing, and her entire arm was shaking.
I looked at her face, confused, and the way I saw her expression confused me even more. I craned my neck and raised my eyebrows. Her eyes were glued at the monitor, her eyelids wide open and her jaw dropped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She looked at me, still in a shocked expression. "Oh, my God. Alvin, Brittany..." Beatrice's mouth slowly formed into a small smile.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"The babies." The words sent a shocking chill down to my spine. "They're alive!"