A/N:
IMPROTANT: Please go back and read the previous chapter. I have edited and changed the chapter to correct a huge mistake (Like, what the hell happened to Theodore?). It's mainly the beginning that's altered; the rest of the chapter is kept the same. Thank you to reviewers who spotted out that big problem for me. :)
Go here to listen to the chapter's inspired song to really connect to the character of "Rupert" and to state of what is happening in the story:
www. youtube. com/watch?v=7WEQLJUYb68 (Remove the gaps!)
The update you've been waiting for is finally here! :D
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Yeah, so I'm in the middle of some family drama crap and it's been stressing me a bit. I'm hoping it will all be resolved soon though. Gotta stay positive...
Sorry you've had to wait for over two months! I've been extremely busy with uni work, like assignments and I've just found time to write this huge thing up (Thank god) So, as I always do, I apologize for the overly longer than usual wait. And yes; I do hate these long month update things. Hopefully, when Easter and Summer break come, I will have enough time to update more often. So, please, don't be discouraged by these long awaited updates. Thank you for keeping with the story, even with these long waits! Your true fans! :)
Well there is some news that may interest you guys, actually, which concerns this fanfic story. To find out what it is, read the bottom A/N of this chapter once you have read this chapter. It's such great news. :)
We last left Alvin off leaving Brittany's tent, promising her and himself that he would save her. But now that he is at the church where she is to be wed to his ex-best friend, what will he do? Read and find out...
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"To know
To feel
To play me once again
Do you denote
Do you not know
I see you play the game
Denote"
- Globus
"Orchard Of Mines" by Globus
To Readers: Seriously, you have to listen to this song. It relates to the character of Rupert so perfectly. Plus, it is an EPIC song. :) Link is at the top.
As Alvin left Brittany's pink tent and exited, the sun hitting his fur as he did so, the air blowing against his ears (Which usual stood up, but now), flat against his furry head, the sound of the people laughing and talking, emerging from behind the church that stood by the side of Alvin, the festival like sounds of tent vendors selling items that people would find most interested in, children screaming, shouting to their parents that they would want such an item but would never use it in the future, sounds of happy people having a happy time at this happy wedding...
But despite all the sounds. Despite the happy people talking, laughing, the happy children having a happy time and the sound of vendors selling items to said happy people, the loudest and strongest sound Alvin could hear was not any of them. It was the opposite of happy. It was different from the other sounds and so it stood out more. It was sad. It was the most different and saddest sound that Alvin had ever heard and it was coming from the tent he had just exited from.
Brittany crying her eyes out...
His Brittany...
Crying...
And it broke his heart, deeply...
But he would stop her tears from falling...
He would stop the heart-break
Stop...
Everything.
He would.
Alvin would.
Somehow...
Alvin knew that the only way to save Brittany, to stop her from doing the biggest mistake of her life, to stop her from marrying his ex-best friend, the monster that had screwed with Brittany's mind, making Alvin look like the bad guy and he the good guy, the guy Brittany loves, he would need proof of the accusations he so purposely aimed at Rupert.
And he had proof! He had all the evidence he would ever need! But, of course, it wasn't on his body. It wasn't in his tuxedo pants pockets, or in his tuxedo pockets on his front right breast, or anywhere else on his self. The threatening note, the one Rupert left Alvin to find in the hospital, was the proof, the evidence to show Brittany and everyone else that doubted his accusations, that Rupert was rotten all along, that he was the monster that had been controlling everyone and none of them noticed it.
It would put Rupert away, locked up in prison and to never be freed again (Well, that's what Alvin hoped his sentence would be). But he would get a sentence like that, would he not? I mean...he did unspeakable things. Rotten things. Monstrous things! He raped Brittany! Fucked with her head, screwed her up, beat her, abused her trust and love and...fuck him! And he beat Alvin's son to the point where it looked like he, Little Alvie, was going to die, there and then in Alvin's arms, as the rain feel from the clouds that loomed over head and Alvin kept him tight and whispered to him to hang on and not to let go and that he would save him and protect him and keep him safe and he...And Rupert did it to him! He almost killed him! If someone didn't go to prison for crime like that, Alvin would give up on the law, once and for all. Justice? Fuck no!
Alvin only needed that note to show the town, the world that Rupert was behind everything. That he was fucking with everyone's minds, every time he smiled that fake fucking smile of his, he would capture their soul and do as he wished to them. The note was the key to stopping everything; the wedding, the town, his family, everything! But it was gone and nowhere to be found.
Alvin started to panic as he searched for the one-hundredth time through his entire tuxedo outfit, hoping to feel the paper material. Of course, he was always disappointed when his search had ended. He knew he picked up in the hospital. He knew he placed it in his jeans pocket! He knew it was-
It hit him quick, fast, lightning speed. Of course! His "jeans" pocket! Not his tuxedo pocket! If the note was still in his jeans pocket that would mean it would be nowhere on Alvin, for he was currently wearing the smart clean tuxedo Jeanette had brought for him from the vendors at front, allowing Alvin to enter unnoticed by security. That would mean the note was...off the church grounds, outside, further along the street, behind a tree where he hid all of his clothes before slipping into his new tuxedo.
It was outside! It was still there! And all Alvin had to do was go out and get it.
But Alvin stopped and remembered how difficult to enter the church grounds; if it wasn't for Jeanette and her Oscar nominated acting performance, tricking the security guard to look for her son that was "lost" somewhere among the many vendors, Alvin would not have been able to enter in the first place.
It sounded logical and sounded like the only way Alvin could exit to get his clothes. After all, he would also need another diversion in order to re-enter the church grounds (He had to show the note to Brittany, of course), and Jeanette was ideal for the job.
After making sure his fur on his head was more than presentable and totally unnoticed to anyone who may know his appearance, Alvin walked back along the side of the church, back in the direction of the many tented-vendors, selling god knows what to people (These people were stupid enough to buy this bulshit, as well!). The sounds of the happy adults, laughing children, and screaming vendors rose in volume and intensity.
Soon, Alvin was back among the tents, making himself back into the crowd of people that swarmed the place. It had gotten a lot busier and a lot nosier, Alvin noted as he kept his head down from any spotting eyes. The increase in people could be due to the fact that time was ever moving on, which meant the remaining amount of time Alvin had was decreasing by the second, his chances of stopping the wedding, slipping ever away from his claws.
The sound of that stupid TV advert for Brittany's and Rupert's wedding was still playing on ("They had the best of times, they were the best of friends, loved each other since they laid eyes on each other, this is the happy tale of Rupert Mogouhan and Brittany Miller's love...", the TV announcement voice said), the amount of people watching increased in size. Alvin wanted to punch every one of them, but resisted the urge; he had to focus! He had to find Jeanette! It was the reason he was back among this crowd of people; to find Jeanette so he could get his clothes back from outside and then re-enter to show Brittany the proof of Rupert's monstrous ways. He had to find her and quick.
But finding Jeanette amongst these people, amongst these people that were always happy, could take Alvin forever and he just didn't have that much amount of time necessary for the job. If only Alvin had told Jeanette a meeting point, a place amongst the church grounds so either could meet up and converse with one another if chose to be. However, such a thing would look to suspicious to wondering eyes and Alvin could do without the attention. But still, he needed her now more than ever.
But wait! Alvin was forgetting one important person! A person that was still on his side and had been since he had finally reunited with them, helping Alvin every step of the way How the hell could he forget his own brother? How could he forget-
CRASH!
Alvin fell with a loud "UMPH!" to the ground, the noise emitting from his mouth from being hit in the stomach so hard. Luckily for himself, his head did not hit the ground as well (He saved stopped that from happening with sheer force, not wanting to be knocked out in such a busy place). Alvin was about to stand up and shout "Why don't you watch where you're going?" (Even though Alvin was the one who slammed into them without looking), but decided against when he heard a surprised and concerned voice:
"Alvin? Is that you?"
- Theodore! Alvin knew that voice from anywhere; it was Theodore, his youngest brother. Alvin opened his eyes upon hearing the voice of his concerned and excited brother, Alvin's eyes smiling up at him. Theodore was crouching down, looking onto Alvin's face, concerned. Of course! Alvin had Theodore to help him! Theodore would always help Alvin; they were brothers...
"Theodore..."
Theodore gave his paw out to Alvin, offering to help him up. Alvin took the offer and both rose as Theodore supported Alvin to his feet.
"Are you OK, Alvin?" Theodore asked in a hushed voice, obviously remembering what Alvin had told him before they parted.
"I'm fine, Theo," Alvin replied as he brushed himself off. He looked back at Theodore and noticed that Theodore, like himself, was wearing a tuxedo. Theodore's tuxedo had all the same features as Alvin's tuxedo, except Theodore's bow-tie was green, not red. His head fur was combed back, making him look slick and sharp. He looked really grown up and nothing like the chubby little chipmunk he remembered him as.
"Sorry for bumping into you and all," Theodore said looking apologetic, rubbing the back of his head all embarrassed, his cheeks flushing a reddish color. Alvin smiled.
"That's OK, bro," Alvin said in a reassuring voice, swashing his paw in a "forget-about-it" gesture. "Actually, I'm kinda happy you did bump into me,"
At this being said, Theodore looked to Alvin with a confused expression on his furry face, one eyebrow raised at the comment.
No wanting to be spotted by any unwanted watching eyes and not wanting to cause a scene and stand out from the ocean of people, Alvin, silently, without a word, pulled Theodore off to the side, away from the tents and near the church, enabling for both to converse in a somewhat more private location.
"I need your help, Theo," Alvin explained, causing some of Theodore's confused expression to vanish. "I need to get back out of the church grounds..."
"But how did you get onto the church grounds in the first place?" Theodore asked and it seemed to Alvin that he had been curious about this since bumping into Alvin, but now on their own and away from the crowd of people, found it appropriate to bring up the subject. "How come you're wearing that tuxedo?" Theodore gestured to the clean pressed tuxedo Alvin was wearing. "And where are the clothes you were wearing before?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Alvin slightly exclaimed, but not too loudly to cause any attention. "I need your help so I can get back out of the church grounds and outside to retrieve my clothes,"
"Why would you want to do that?" Theodore asked, not seeing Alvin's logic at all.
"Because in my jeans pocket is a threatening note from Rupert," Alvin explained to Theodore, hoping he would remember the note Alvin had gave him to read. Fortunately, he did remember (This saved Alvin a lot of wasted time explaining the whole situation). "And I need to show it to Brittany, so she'll see I was right along; that Rupert is a monster,"
"Oh," Theodore replied, not looking shocked, determined to help Alvin or...none of what Alvin expected, really. "So, you want me to help you?"
Alvin was taken aback from this being said. "Well...yes, actually," he said. "Don't you want to help me, Theo?"
"Oh no, I do!" Theodore replied with determination (The reaction Alvin, originally, expected from his little brother). "It's just...well... I'm still looking for my kids,"
Alvin already knew where this conversation was going. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that was happy to have bumped into his brother. And, although Alvin wanted to help his bother out and find both Little Joseph and Suzie, his niece and nephew, Alvin just didn't have the time – it was ticking and tocking by ever so quickly and the more time he spent looking for his young relatives, the less time remained for him to convince Brittany to not marry Rupert. He wanted to help...but he just couldn't do it on this particular moment.
Alvin was about to open his mouth and tell Theodore the news that would disappoint him deeply, but he stopped suddenly, as a thought struck him in centre of his mind. Why should Theodore help you, if you won't help him? Aren't you his brother? Don't brothers help each other out when their in need of help? If you don't help Theodore, all that you are Alvin Seville, is a big hypocrite.
Was that Bucky and Gina, the two wacky squirrels Alvin had met what felt like years ago in his old house? Were they just talking to him in his head? But that couldn't be right? How could they be talking in his head? They were real...are real! But, Bucky did disappear when Alvin had spoken to him in that prison ceil when Alvin got banged up. Were they even real in the first place?
Whether the squirrels had existed or not, they were right at what they had told him; he would be a hypocrite if he denied helping his brother, if he denied him in his time of need. After all, brother's always help each other out! And it was Alvin's duty to help Theodore.
And maybe, this could be a good thing for Alvin as well. Perhaps Alvin could use Suzie or Joseph as a distraction so he could...but no – that wouldn't be right. Alvin shouldn't use this situation as a means for his advantage, as means for him to get off the church grounds, as a means to prove how right he is. The only gain Alvin should have is the happy satisfaction that he had helped his brother. That's all.
"And you want me to help you look for them?" Alvin asked as he sighed deeply, knowing the answer before Theodore could say:
"Well...if you wouldn't mind..." Alvin looked back at Theodore and saw desperation in his brother's eyes. Alvin discovered that he didn't mind at all.
"Of course not, bro," Alvin answered as he put a paw to his brother's shoulder.
"It's just that," Theodore started in a sad voice, his eyes looking to the grassy ground that his and Alvin's feet were standing upon. "I haven't seen kids for a very long time and...I did tell you wanted to see them again, remember?"
Yes, Alvin did remember. Theodore told him on many occasions of how much he missed his children; when standing outside of the hospital in the middle of the night, when Theodore had bailed Alvin out of prison, outside the church gates just minutes ago...Theodore told him, reminded him of how much he missed his kids. And Alvin never forgot. For he missed his own. He missed Little Alvie, dearly.
Little Alvie!
Shit!
How could he forget?
Damn it, how could he forget his own son!
It was one of the reasons he came here in the first place; to save his son!
Rupert had kidnapped his son from the hospital!
And if that never had happened, Alvin wouldn't be here in first place. It was the reason he was here!
Fuck, shit, god-damn it!
"I just wanna see them again, that's all..." Theodore whimpered in a small voice. With Alvin's own yearning to his own son, he grabbed Theodore and pulled him into a comforting brotherly hug.
"I know, bro," Alvin whispered into his brother's ear that lay flat against his head. "I miss my kid, too," Theodore started to cry as Alvin stroked the fur on the back of his brother's head, "Shh"-ing him in hushed tones.
"It's OK, Theo. I'll help you find 'em," Alvin said in a determined voice as he pulled away from the hug, trying to look Theodore in the eyes. When Theodore's crying was nothing but sniffles, his self composed (or as much as he could be), he finally looked Alvin in the eye and said:
"Thanks, Alvin," Theodore wiped the remaining tears that fell down his furry cheeks. "You're an awesome brother," Alvin smiled, rather smugly, but friendly as well.
"And don't you forget it!" Alvin said in a proud voice, loudly to Theo (Even though he was right in front of him).
Theodore rolled his eyes. "I don't think I can; you always say it all the time,"
"I just tell the truth, bro,"
Theodore laughed at this. "Whatever you say, Alvin,"
Alvin ignored this comment. "Come on," he said as he looked out to the ocean of people that walked amongst the tents that surrounded the church. "We gotta go find your kids,"
Theodore too looked out to all the people, and as Alvin looked back to help, Alvin saw Theodore, physically, gulp. Of course, he was probably worried for his children's safety and worried about where they could be amongst all those people and whether they were hurt or not or if they had been taken by a stranger or...Little Alvie, my son...
Theodore turned to Alvin and nodded, worry evident on his face. "Yeah, let's go,"
And just as both walked in between the people, joining the ocean and being taken by the current, Alvin was sure he saw the slightest bit of determination register on Theodore's face...
As both brothers walked amongst the sea of people, Alvin asked Theodore the most obvious of question when it came to looking for "someone" or "something"; if he knew where they would, probably, be, who, if anyone, would be with them, or as simple as where had already searched.
Theodore answered all questions rather quickly, with, if Alvin wasn't mistaken, a little bit of anger (Theodore's anger could be due to Theodore thinking that by Alvin asking obvious questions to him, Theodore would assume that Alvin thought him an idiot). After answering all questions to Alvin, he reassured his brother that the questions did not, in any way, shape or form, question his intelligence. Theodore calmed, immensely so after this being said.
According to Theodore, the first place he had searched was inside the church itself, thinking they would be sitting inside with their mother, his wife, Eleanor (He also assumed that Eleanor would be looking after the kids, as well). Alvin agreed on his logic. He then went to look between all the tents, thinking Eleanor would allow the children to look at all the tents, seeing what the vendors would be selling. After twenty minutes of searching in almost every single tent, Theodore gave up. He then started to wonder in between tents, hopping he would find someone he would recognize. And that was when he bumped into Alvin...
It seemed to Alvin that his brother had done everything he would have done in his situation; he would look in all the typical places and then the whole location. No wonder Theodore was so down; he just couldn't find his children, no matter where he looked. All of a sudden, Alvin's thoughts turned and deluged onto his own son. He thought where he could possibly be right now, whether he was here somewhere between the sea of people, whether Rupert had him away or if he was being punished by the hands of the monster at this very second and if he missed his own, real, fath-
"I'm gonna assume you got your tuxedo at the same place I got mine?" a questionable voice asked from far away. Alvin shock his head, returning to the real world and away from his worried thoughts on "chance" and "what if" and "what could be happening right now".
"Huh?" he asked as he looked at Theodore, who gestured to the right of them. Alvin looked in the direction of Theodore's gesture and saw a tent that was selling tuxedos, en trying them on and looking in the mirror, seeing how "good" they looked.
"You brought your tuxedo from that vendor, right?" Theodore asked, wanting for confirmation.
"Well," Alvin started, once he knew what he was being asked. "not exactly,"
Theodore looked perplexed. "You see, I didn't buy the tuxedo," Alvin elaborated at the seeing the expression upon Theodore's face. "Jeanette, did,"
And there it was; the answer they were both looking for. The person that could lead them to Theodore's kids, the person that could help Alvin to get his clothes...
"Jeanette," Alvin muttered.
"What?" Theodore asked.
"Jeanette, Theodore!" Alvin said loudly (He quietened down when he realized some people were looking there way; he didn't want any attention at all). "She could help us find your kids," he continued to explain so Theodore could properly understand. "And..."
"If you shall ever need me, I will be standing near the tent selling hats. It's the tent far off to the right, the one next to the church in green and blue stripes..."
"I know where she is..."
And with that, both Alvin and Theodore were off (With Alvin in front), walking quickly, head down, in the direction of a green and blue stripped tent.
Two minutes later, both Alvin and Theodore were at the location Jeanette had told Alvin where he could find her. Before Theodore could look to find his children, he heard two high pitched voices scream in excitement "Daddy!" and he fell to the ground with two small chipmunk children around his belly, hugging him tightly.
It was evident to Alvin that both Little Joseph and Suzie had both missed their father, equally well. The same could be said for Theodore who missed his children just as much as they missed him. Theodore was laughing and rolling about on the ground, obviously overjoyed to have his kids in his arms once more.
Alvin laughed at the exchange between father and children, his heart warming to the scene before his eyes; it had been awhile since he saw a scene so... heart-warming. Thank god for children. He allowed the exchange to continue as he let his eyes wonder.
Yes, they were all standing near a blue and green striped tent-vendor that sold the most peculiar hats Alvin had ever seen. Some of the hats were (And Alvin was sure) crafted out of metal and plastic and raw material. Some hats had a small TV that was down in front, so the person wearing the hat could always watch TV if they wished. Some hats had speakers that played out music. And every single hat wore (Either stitched in or imprinted) the message:
"TO THE HAPPY COUPLE, RUPERT & BRITTANY!"
It made Alvin's stomach lurch with sickness. Seeing the hats at first, Alvin thought he had lost his kind. It wasn't until he remembered that he was in the future that his fast beating heart, slowed down to a steady pace (I guess spending so much time in the future, Alvin had forgotten that he was in the future.)
The church that sold hats was saturated near the right of the church, rather far off and away from the other tents. It was almost hidden from the rest of the tents, the church and trees blocking its view from others (Alvin could see why Theodore had a hard time finding this place). Why a tent was in place where no-one could find it, Alvin had no idea (Obviously, the layout of the tents was not very well done!).
"How did it go, Alvin?" a familiar intellectual voice asked. Alvin turned his head and saw Jeanette, walking closer to him in her fabulous purple bride's maid outfit, an anxious expression on her face. "Is the wedding off?"
Alvin sighed. He put his paws into his tuxedo pockets and kicked the ground, but nothing in particular. "What do you think, Jeanette?"
Jeanette too sighed, upon seeing Alvin's reaction to her question. "Would I be correct in saying 'no'?"
"You would, yes," Alvin asked in a deflated voice, his head to the ground, hearing Theodore talking to his children.
"You have to keep trying, Alvin," Jeanette said in a firm voice.
"Don't you think I know that, Jeanette?" Alvin spat back, more angry than he intended his reply to be. Jeanette remained quiet as Alvin sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jeanette," Alvin apologized as he looked up away from his feet and to her face. "I've just been very emotional at the whole situation and..."
"It's OK, Alvin," Jeanette replied, smiling reassuringly. "I understand, but you have to keep on trying to get Brittany to see sense. You're the only one that can do it..."
"Are you sure?" Alvin asked, a thought striking his head. "What about you? Have you tried to convince her not to marry Rupert?"
Jeanette laughed lightly. "No, but I don't think Brittany ever takes in anything I say. It's like we speak different languages or something, so I highly doubt she would listen to me. It has to be you, Alvin. You can do it..."
"I don't know anymore..." Alvin said as he turned to face the trees that stood growing next to the church to the left. He could just about see the tip end of Brittany's pink tent in the far distance. "I'm beginning to think she is lost to us..."
"Alvin, you can't think that!"
"I know!" Alvin retorted, turning back to face Jeanette, tears sparkling by the sides of his eyes, refusing to fall. "And I try not to think that, cause I have to keep going on. And I'm still determined; my will is strong to save her. But...I still think we have lost her..."
Alvin turned away from Jeanette's face and back to the pink tent where Brittany was currently occupied in. She was there, right there, but, at the same time, she wasn't. Like, she was lost, but Alvin knew where she was, but she didn't want to be found.
Fuck.
"Speaking of lost," Came Theodore's voice, which was filled with joy and curiosity. "Where is your mother?" (Obviously, the answer was directed at Theodore's children).
"I don't know," answered the voice of Little Suzie. "She just went off,"
"She left a few minutes ago, actually," Jeanette interjected, obviously over hearing the conversation that involved her sister's current location. "She said she had 'Something to deal with' and asked if I could look after her children. I gladly accepted, though it doesn't make it any easier seeing how I have to look after my own son at the same time,"
Own son? What the heck is Jeanette talking about? She doesn't have to look after-
Charles!
But, Alvin didn't see him when he arrived at this tent; where is he?
"Though, saying that," Jeanette continued. "She did look after Charles and her own children when I was away at the hospital, closing up..."
Alvin turned his head to look at the tent once more. A tree stood close by, growing right next to the tent, and under the shadows of the tree's branches, a young boy of no older than ten or eleven. A chipmunk boy with glasses...
Alvin walked over to the tree and, he too, emerged into the dark shadows of the tree. He was completely in shadow, almost cut off from the rest of the world.
"Hi Charles," Alvin greeted in a friendly attitude.
Charles, however, who was furiously engrossed with the book he held between his furry paws, sitting up beneath the tree bark, resting his back against the tree, his head behind the book, did not reply in greeting. He merely turned the page of the book he was reading, as if Alvin wasn't even there.
"How are you doing today?" Alvin attempted to strike a conversation from the mysterious and reserved child. Nothing.
"Are you excited about your Aunt getting married?" Again, it was a mediocre attempt, but any attempt was better than nothing. But it seemed Alvin could have saved his breathe, for the chipmunk boy just coughed and continued reading. Maybe that was it? Interest in his reading...
"So, what are you reading?" Alvin hoped for god that he would at least get some sort acknowledgment that Charles was actually listening or aware that Alvin was talking to him.
"Go away," the boy said in a dark voice that obviously said what he meant. It was a rude response, but a response nonetheless, and Alvin was happy with that.
"I don't think I've ever read that book," Alvin laughed, lightly, an attempt to brighten the mood. His attempt went south when Charles shot him a dark glare.
"Go away, now," the chipmunk boy repeated, but in a more dangerous voice.
The boy was dark. He held a dark aurora to him that Alvin couldn't place. Perhaps that dark aurora was replaced by loneliness and hurt...pain...sadness. That happens sometimes; when a person doesn't want to feel such emotions, they will block everything and everyone away so they don't have to feel that way again. But, at the cost of another emotion taking over; anger.
But despite all that, Alvin, rather bravely (or stupidly) said:
"'Go away, now,'? Is that the sequel to 'Go away'?"
"Go away, Alvin!"
He didn't; Alvin didn't go away. He did the opposite; he stood right where he was. For, not out of choice, but rather cause he couldn't move at all. Shock took over his body, quickly; his hearty raced, his paws started to sweat and his mouth became dry.
Charles knew. He knew who he really was, his real identity.
"How?" Alvin finally asked in a hoarse voice, once he found his voice that had been lost. "How did you know?"
Charles, finally, looked up to Alvin and gave him and almost offended look. "Please, Alvin," he started in a voice that sounded rather similar to his father; Simon. "I may be young, but not naive and stupid like my two cousins who will believe anything you tell them. I knew who you was since I first met you,"
Alvin was surprised; he had no idea Charles knew so much about him, how he knew who he was on first meeting. But, maybe Alvin shouldn't be so surprised; after all, this boy is the son of his brother, Simon Seville, so his vast intelligence should be of no surprise, really.
"But, how did you know?" Alvin asked, stressing on the last word.
"You don't need any information to that question..." Charles replied as he who put the book up so that it was completely covering his face and voice, cutting Alvin off, completely.
"Charles..." Alvin started as he bended down (His body could finally move!) so that he was on a level with his nephew. "Please tell me. I just want to understand how you knew, why you're so cut off with everyone. I just want to understand and, if possible, help you," Alvin put a paw on Charles's knee, but was shoved away, almost instantly.
The boy slammed his book shut, revealed an angry expression on his face (But, it was...different from the others Alvin had received from the boy. Was that...sadness? Hurt? Pain), stood up and said loudly:
"I have to leave, now," And walked in the direction of the trees, away from the other tents and vendors, away from Alvin, his mother, and his uncle and two cousins.
"Charles!" Alvin shouted at his departing nephew, standing as he did so. "You can't run away from your problems forever!"
"Just let him cool down," Jeanette said in a calm voice, joining Alvin under the tree, placing a paw to his shoulder. "He gets like this from time to time,"
"Well, maybe he should stop being such a...a..."
"Jerk?" Jeanette suggested. "Be careful, Alvin. That's my son and your nephew you're talking about,"
"I know," Alvin said, as he sighed deeply and looked to the ground. "He just...doesn't want to interact with anyone and it kinda pisses me off,"
Jeanette laughed. "His personality traits sound a lot like you...well, how you used to be back then,"
"Please, don't even say that, Jeanette," Alvin said as he looked back up and to the trees not noticing him Charles anywhere. "His gone,"
"He'll be back," Jeanette said in a reassuring voice. "For now, however, we have to come up with a plan to stop the wedding. Well, you stop the wedding, Alvin; I'll help,"
"Yeah," came the spoke up voice of Theodore. "Me too! I want to help stop the wedding as well!" Theodore's children sounded all so excited at their daddy'' voice ("What's going on, daddy? Is it a game we're playing?" Little Joseph asked).
"Come on, Alvin," Jeanette said as she pulled him in the direction of Theodore and his children, away from the tree and Charles, who was still walking further into the wood. "We need to come together and think..."
But...Charles...he's out there somewhere on his own and alone and doesn't think anyone cares about him. What about Jeanette? This type of behaviour seems to be normal to her; her own kid walking off and not telling her where he was going on? Just moments ago, Theodore and I were worried sick about our own kids! And here, she is just letting him wonder off! I mean, what the fuck! Doesn't she carte about him? Isn't she worried for his safety? It didn't seem that way...
But...my main focus...I', losing it, cause it's there and Jeanette is on my side and Theodore and his children and...they wanna help me stop the wedding...stop everything. Their focussed on what is to be done, what has to be done! Their thinking about Brittany, the girl I love, who is lost and confused and brain-fucked by Rupert, the monster that has her in his clutches. And...time is running out and I'm doing a plan with my friends? What about saving her? What the hell happened to that? Not a lot of time left! Jeanette is right; we need to save her! That's why you came here, right?
But Charles; he needs someone now. His lost out there as well, and his alone and scared and is missing people and...I...oh god Simon...oh Dave...oh fuck...
But Brittany and she is lost and alone...
And so is Charles and he needs...
...me to save her and if I don't...
...then who will save that lost little boy?
"We'll save her, Alvin," Jeanette said in a firm voice as she walked him closer to Theodore, who smiled at his brother. "You'll see, we will,"
"Yeah we will..." Alvin agreed as he thought in his head. Suddenly, Alvin let go of Jeanette's firm hand on his shoulders, turned around and ran in the direction of the trees, in the direction where Charles walked into.
Alvin was sucked in by the shadows of the trees, immediately. He started to walk when he realized no-one was following him. He could hear Jeanette's and Theodore's cries of "Alvin! Come back!" over and over again, but ignored them (He believed they would forgive him). Alvin searched all over the wood, but didn't spot a single fur from Charles's head.
It wasn't until Alvin emerged upon a few small tents around the back of the church (Alvin noticed Brittany's pink tent near-by) that Alvin finally noticed the small frame of Charles Seville. He was crouching on the ground by a tent, leaning in a bit and seemed to be listening to something that was going on between the two tents.
Alvin approached the boy as calmly as he could. When he stood behind him, he crouched to the ground, placed a paw on his nephew's shoulder and said:
"There you are. You shouldn't have ran off like that..." Charles turned around and put a paw to his lips and said "Shh,"
Alvin was insulted by being "Shh"-ed by a ten year old (His face clearly said it), but soon realized what Charles meant by the action; he could hear two people conversing between the two tents, right down the middle between the two that formed some sort of alleyway and he and Charles were right on the side at the end, so as not to be seen by the two people. Going by the sound of the voice, Alvin knew that one of the people were female and, whoever she was, she sounded rather angry...
"...and their gonna find out what you're like!" A familiar high pitched voice screamed. Alvin knew that voice...he was sure he had heard the same angry screaming directed at him once in his lifetime...not to long ago, in a matter of fact...who was it?
"Yeah?" replies the second voice, the male, who spoke in such a plain voice, but with an almost underlying emotion that was not heard on the surface but was heard underneath. Was it anger heard under the plain simple voice of the man? "And what am I like?"
"You're a monster!" And for some strange reason, Alvin knew who it was, suddenly. Maybe it had to do with the volume or the intensity of the voice? Or maybe it was the fact the voice screamed: "You're a monster!"? Whatever the reason maybe, Alvin knew who the voice belonged to; Brittany's sister, Eleanor Seville.
But, who was she talking to? And what the hell are they talking about? So far, Alvin wasn't one hundred percent what the context of the conversation contained, but he had a theory. For who else had he called a "monster" TO? Who else had he referred as a "monster? Who is the monster that now had his son captured somewhere? Who is the monster that had mind-fucked Brittany, the girl he saw himself marrying one day, but was now, today, marrying the monster in question? Who else had convinced everyone in town of what a good-happy guy, he really isn't? Who is the fucking monster Alvin wants to kill with his bare hands!
Rupert Moughan.
It had to be him. And if it was him, that would have meant that Eleanor...no! What...she knew? She knows he's a monster? She does? When? How? Why didn't she tell me? Oh, yeah...she hated me. No, she still hates me and thinks I beat Brittany. But still, she knows and, if my theory is correct, she's calling Rupert out, telling him that he's-
"I've seen the bruises on Brittany's body," Eleanor says in a fierce voice, Alvin imagining seeing her cross her arms. "I saw them when I was helping her dress!"
Yes! She did know! She does! She knew all this time...all this time what kind of a man Rupert is. And maybe I wasn't the only one...maybe she knew longer than I? But Jeanette said when she spoke to me...
""What about you? Have you tried to convince her not to marry Rupert?"
Jeanette laughed lightly. "No, but I don't think Brittany ever takes in anything I say.""
That's right. Maybe Jeanette never tried to convince Brittany not to marry Rupert...but that doesn't mean Eleanor has never tried. Maybe she has on occasions? Maybe she had been trying to tell her over all these years, but Brittany, thinking that she is deeply in love with him, thinking he is in love with her, ignored her sister's warnings...
And now that I think about it, Eleanor did show signs that she never trusted Rupert, even went my true identity was unknown to her and I was going under the fake name of "Niavl"...
""Oh, come now," Eleanor said her voice rising a bit. "He could die any minute," Alvin could tell Eleanor was trying to get a reaction out from the thing, but it just stood there and sniffed the air, unaffected."
Yes, and if I remember straight, Eleanor even looked at Rupert with a disgusted look. She had her suspicions and, apparently, when she helped dress Brittany and saw the bruises on her back, it was like a confirmation at what she suspected! Oh, fuck yeah, Eleanor!
Alvin heard a kerfuffle from Rupert, around the corner, causing him, Alvin, to come back to reality and to focus on what was happening at hand.
"She feel," Rupert replied, simply, Alvin hearing the shuffle of feet in the mud. "My wife-to-be is a klutz,"
And Alvin knew that was a lie. If any out of the three chipette sisters, it was Jeanette who was the klutz of the three - not Brittany. Apparently, Alvin who wasn't the only one thinking this...
"That's a lie and you know it!" Eleanor screamed back, a foot hitting mud being heard.
"It's the truth," Rupert replied in an oh-so over the top calm voice that made Alvin squeeze his fist into t tight fist. "My wife is clumsy,"
"She won't be your wife not unless I have something to say about it!" Eleanor replies in a fierce determined voice. Was she too trying to stop the wedding? It sounded that way...
"Go ahead!" And Rupert's voice is no longer calm and polite; it's darker, edgier, angrier...fiercer. Like a strength he's holding back but is still deep within him, like a monster behind bars. "Go and tell everyone! Who do you think they'll believe? Her loving future husband with a respectable amount of friends and a good reputation or her poor drunken-ass sister who uses her body for money like the slut she is!"
There is a loud "SLAP!" that echoes around the tents surrounding Alvin, Charles and the others. A silence lingers on for a while where nothing particular happens (or said). Then the movement of feet is heard, the wind blows between Alvin's ears, the sun hitting his fur, nice warm, and a dark, flirtatious voice says:
"You're feisty," It's Rupert. "I always did like you,"
"You shut your mouth!" Eleanor retorted in a disgusted voice. Alvin had no idea the proximity between Eleanor and Rupert, but he guessed that, at this stage in the conversation, Rupert was attempting to get closer to Eleanor, for he could hear the movement of feet in mud. "You're trying to flirt with me when you're marrying my sister? You are a monster, Rupert! And I don't care what you say; I'm going to tell everyone!"
Alvin wanted to cheer and root Eleanor on. He wanted to go around the corner and tell her that he was on her side, whether she liked it or not. He wanted to show that she was not alone in this battle. But, somehow, he kept his mouth shut, stayed still and resisted the urge. He listened on...
"You're only angry because your weakling of a husband, Theodore, is no longer with you," Rupert replied in a sadistic voice, Alvin just able to pick up on the nasty chuckling.
There's another silence between the two. Birds sing in the trees near-by, the sound from the tents at front, making its way to Alvin's ears. Alvin feels something fidget in front of him. He looks down and sees Charles holding onto his knee's with his paws, shaking little.
Upon seeing his nephew in, what appears to be fear, Alvin places a paw on his shoulder for comfort. Charles, as if on instinct, pulls away from the touch. Alvin sighed as the conversation progressed further...
"You shut up about Theo!" Eleanor said in a quiet, yet dangerous and dark, warning voice, Alvin, again, just being able to hear what had been said. "His more loving and caring then you'll ever be, you monster!"
Alvin heard more movement from behind the corner, feels one of the tents move, sees it, physically, move, jolts and hears a banging sound, an outcry from Eleanor...his heart is beating a million miles a minute! If he even tries anything...if even tried to hurt Eleanor...
"Now, if you know what's good for you, you'll keep that little mouth of yours shut," Rupert says in an equally dangerous voice.
"And if I don't?" Eleanor replies with a little less volume in her voice.
"Then Theo will have a little...accident..." Alvin hears Eleanor gasp.
"You wouldn't!" Eleanor asks the exact same thing Alvin is thinking. And he wouldn't...would he? He couldn't kill...I...no...
The sound of a safety latch on a gun is heard. Alvin freezes.
"I will," Rupert replies in a dark, silky voice, that left room for no doubt what so ever. "Now, you're going to be a good little girl and shut the fuck up. OK, darling?"
There is no response from Eleanor. Alvin assumes she nods to Rupert's demand.
"Good," Rupert replies, obviously happy at the submission from his soon to be sister-in-law. "Now, give me a little kiss?"
Again, Alvin hears nothing...and that scares him most of all. For if there is not a sound out from Eleanor, one of the toughest girls he knows from his childhood didn't even protest or scream or reject or anything, then the situation, both the conversation and plan to stop the wedding, looked bad. If Eleanor wasn't replying in anyway, it could only mean one thing; sh was scared.
Fuck.
"I'll be seeing around, Ellie, darling," Alvin hears the sound of footsteps approaching in the direction he and Charles were currently in. He stood up quickly and ushered Charles to follow him. But Charles did not move or budge, no matter how much Alvin tried.
"Come on, Charles!" Alvin pleaded as he tried to pull on the boy's arm to make him move, but to no avail. "We have to hide! Rupert's coming! Charles!"
But he still did not budge. Alvin couldn't leave him sitting here and be found but Rupert, but then he too didn't want to be found out by Rupert, who would surely kill him if he knew Alvin had listened on the conversation between himself and Eleanor. And Alvin needed to speak to Eleanor, to ask her questions and..he just couldn't do that, he couldn't...
"Charles," Alvin was begging now, in a whispered voice. "If you don't want Rupert to find you, you'll follow me, now, otherwise, he'll find you and...I don't know what he'll..."
"Daddy?" Alvin heard Charles whisper in a quiet voice. "Daddy...no..."
What the hell was he on about? Who was he talking to? Didn't he even hear Alvin's voice? Didn't hear anything he had been telling him? Had he heard nothing?
"We have to go now-" But time was already up. Alvin had just about seen Rupert emerge from the tents, just in time for Alvin to hide around the tent, unseen and undetected by the monster. Charles on the other hand...
"Charles?" Rupert said in a questionable voice. "What are you doing all the way out here crouching on the ground? Your mother must be worried sick..."
"Daddy," Charles repeated in the same small vulnerable voice. "Don't shout at mommy. Don't hit her, please, no..."
"Yes, Charles, your mommy," Rupert said in a calm voice, but Alvin knew it to be a voice that was trying to get something it really wanted to know. "Where is your mommy, now?"
Alvin heard Charles hiccup. He had no idea what was going on now, for it was quiet.
"Ah, I see," Rupert replied. "Well, I think I will take you back to her. I am sure she is missing you very much,"
There was another long silence. After a few seconds, Alvin heard footsteps, heavy and light. He assumed they were both walking away, Rupert, hopefully, taking Charles back to Jeanette. Alvin made a note that he would check to see of Charles location once he had a word with Eleanor.
Soon, Rupert's voice and the sounds of their footsteps, faded. Alvin was sure they were gone. He put his head around the corner to check if the close was clear; it was. Now was his time to talk to Eleanor...
Alvin walked out and then around the corner again, making his way down the alley-way like section between the two tents, where he knew he would find Eleanor standing.
When she spotted him, she gasped.
"Alvin?" Eleanor asked in a confused voice which quickly turned to anger. "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing here, asshole?" Well, at least she sounded like Eleanor again and wasn't quiet. "I thought I told you not to show your face at the wedding!"
"Yeah," Alvin replied, as he put his paws in his tuxedo pants pockets. "I remember you telling me that a few times. You look nice, Eleanor,"
And she did. She looked more than nice; she was beautiful. And even though the closeness of the tents caused poor lighting and little sunlight, Alvin could still tell of beauty in appearance. Eleanor's bride's maid dress was a lovely green color. It was long, big and patterned in beautiful flowers all over. He hair, usually in a pigtails, was long and curly, passing her shoulder blades at the back. To it top off, she wore red lipstick as red as rose. Yes, she did look beautiful.
"Cut the bullshit, Alvin," Eleanor replied and she walked closer in her high hells. "This isn't the time or place for your nonsense. I need to get back to the wedding..."
Alvin laughed a little. "It sounds like you're the one talking nonsense, Eleanor,"
Alvin knew he shouldn't have said a thing to her for it only made her mad, and by seeing the expression on her face, she was really angry. But, it had to be done. Pissing her off was the only way to talk about what he had just over heard.
"What the fuck are you talking about, dickhead?" Eleanor asked in a furious voice. "You're wasting my time! I need to get back so I can wish the happy couple-"
Alvin burst out laughing now. He held on to his stomach in pain from laughing so hard. Eleanor, on the other hand, didn't see anything amusing...
"Why are you laughing, you fucking asshole!" Eleanor practically screamed at him. "Stop laughing and get out of my way!"
"I'm sorry," Alvin said, his laughter stopping, holding onto his stomach as he looked back at Eleanor. "It's just, you really are talking some bullshit there,"
"What are you-!"
"I overheard what you said to Rupert," And Alvin said it so calmly and plainly, that it made it all that more, revealing. And even though Eleanor had been screaming and Alvin spoke in a lower volume than her, she was still able to hear his words 9Which shocked him for he thought he wouldn't have been heard at all).
Both were silent for a few seconds, in which time, Alvin saw the shocked expression take over her face.
"What?" She asked as if she didn't know what Alvin was talking about, her expression becoming one of composer.
"I overhead you talking to Rupert," Alvin elaborated, steeping closer. "I heard you telling him how you found the bruises on Brittany's back, how you knew he had caused the bruises, how he was a monster and you was going to tell everyone; I heard it all, Eleanor,"
Alvin excepted Eleanor to shout and scream and to punch him or something like that, but he was pleasantly surprised when she didn't and did the opposite.
"You didn't hear anything," Eleanor replied in a quiet voice, her eyes averting Alvin's face.
"What?" Alvin asked confused. "But I'm trying to tell you that I'm on your side, Eleanor. That I've been trying to stop the wedding cause I too know the nature of Rupert, of how mean and horrible he can be...how evil he can be. Trust me, I know,"
"I don't think you do, ass-wipe" Eleanor replied in a angry voice, as if angry at what Alvin was telling her. Alvin sighed as he too looked to the ground.
"He beat my son," Alvin said in a quiet voice, but without enough volume for Eleanor to hear. He looked up and saw her shocked and confused face.
"You're son?" She asked, completely bewillded at what Alvin was confessing. "What the hell do you-?"
"There's no time for this!" Alvin exclaimed, remembering that he was on a time schedule and that he had already wasted enough valuable time standing and talking. "Just come with me and we'll go and tell everyone everything we know. We can put a stop to this..."
"No, we can't," Eleanor said in a deflated voice.
"But we can," Alvin encouraged, as he put his two paws on Eleanor's shoulders. "If you just-"
"NO!" Eleanor pushed Alvin, forcefully, who, didn't see the push coming and fell off guard, hit the muddy ground, hard. He felt pain rise up his left leg, but tried to ignore it.
"Don't you get, dickward?" Eleanor asked, her voice filled with exasperation and anger. "He's won; Rupert's fucking won," She held onto the tent beside her; she almost looked like she was about to be sick.
"After all this time, all this time fighting for her, telling her to not marry him that he was bad news and that she would end up regretting it. After continuing fighting against that asshole, telling him how he wouldn't get away with what he was doing, that I would save my sister. After all fucking that, and I get this! I loose and he wins and that's the end of it!"
Eleanor's eyes are sparkling now, which is a first cause Alvin had never seen tears on Eleanor's face.
"So don't you tell me 'we can' when it's fucking obvious that we can't!" Eleanor screams as she stands over him, a shaky claw pointed at him. "This battle is over. This war is over," She lowers her clawed hand.
"He's won and I failed my sister. I promised to look after her once you fell into that coma, Alvin. I guess I just wasn't strong enough,"
Eleanor starts to move, away from Alvin and out of the darkened alleyway and out into the sunlight, sunlight that did not show happiness or hope, but sadness and despair.
"Give up, Alvin," Eleanor said strongly as she walked away. ""It's too late to save her. I've lost and so will you. Stop wasting your time and leave...leave forever and don't come back,"
And with that final request/demand, Eleanor was gone, leaving Alvin in the muddy dirt on the ground.
Perhaps Eleanor had a point. Alvin stayed on the ground, feeling the earth on his clothes.
Perhaps the best thing to do, to avoid further hart-ache, was to give up. He liked the feeling of staying still, not doing anything at all...sleeping, eye-lids heavy...
Perhaps fighting all the time had made Eleanor tired, fighting for her sister all these years. Yes, to sleep and stay asleep...to not feel anymore, to not feel heart-ache...nothing!
Perhaps she had finally given up on hope and her determination had vanished over previous years. Alvin closed his eyes at last...
Perhaps...
But...
That didn't mean Alvin was going to listen to her. Alvin opened his eyes...
Maybe Eleanor had a point, but it didn't mean Alvin was going to listen to her. He felt his body move, bit by bit, little by little, muscles reawakening...
Maybe this was all a waste of time, but Alvin wasn't going to let that stop him; Brittany was worth every second wasted. And he leaned up and was in a sitting position and his heart was beating fast and he felt...alive.
And he would save her! He would stop this wedding, even if it killed him! He was standing, his eyes a little like a flame, a flame of determination that would never distinguish no matter how much water or rain was poured over it...
He would save Brittany and his son and everyone else and he wasn't about to let Rup-
Alvin felt two cold, hard, tough hands hold on to his shoulders. A shiver went up his spine, when a mouth came close to his ear and whispered, sadistically happy...
"You and I need to have a little chat, Alvin, my old friend,"
And the last thing Alvin thought was not a curse, but rather a feeling; a feeling that knew he, Alvin, would not stop the wedding after all...
Darkness took over at once...
A/N:
Well, that's it peeps! That is the extremely long awaited "Chapter 35"!
I hope it was worth the long wait. Well, was it?
Well, well, well then! It seems Alvin is in quite the pickle here, eh? So, who knocked him out? I bet you can all guess who! (*Cough* Rupert! *Cough*)
Anyway, this took me quicker than excepted to write (Over 10,000 words in 2 days with a lot of breaks – yeah baby!). I had this whole chapter all planned out. I knew I had to get Alvin from exiting Brittany's tent and needing the evidence from his clothes out from the church grounds to him listening over a conversation between Rupert and Eleanor (Which leads into the next chapter). I had this worked out differently on paper (my plan), but I think this way is much better, seeing how I incorporated all of the characters and even Charles who will now play a big part in future chapters to come.
The main point of this chapter was to keep Alvin determined to save Brittany but to also put obstacles in his way to, either, doubt his determination (Eleanor at the end) or stop him (Theodore wanting Alvin to find his children). In the end, Alvin changed his mind, forgetting about his mission and focussing on helping Simon's son, Charles. The chapter's point was for Alvin to start at one point and end up at another, with an entire new thought process.
If anyone is confused on how Alvin knew certain things (Like where he knew to find Jeanette) or how Theodore ended up in the church grounds, go back and read the previous chapter; I edited to fix some problems in the story. It's all fixed now though. :)
OK, so here is that big news...
BIG NEWS!
I am thinking of turning it into a fully published book! Yeah, I'm excited too. The idea came around when readers proposed (in the form of reviews) that I should publish this story and many others telling me they would read it if it was published. Of course, at first, I didn't believe it and laughed it off. But the more I thought of it, the more plausible the first-laughable idea sounded.
In order for myself to publish this fanfic story, I have to make several changes and alterations in order for it to be published. First, complete story. Next, I need to change all the characters and exchange them with my own. So far, I have concluded that I will base these characters off from the AatC characters. Then, I will need to do a second draft, get rid of any unneeded sub-plots or things that aren't working in the story. Once satisfied with the story, I need to do a proof-read (Which is in dire need right now, I know! lol) on spelling, grammar and sentence structure. Then, hopefully, publish it. :)
Oh, and here's a rough synopsis of the story that will be the "blur" at the back of the book (Could change, however):
Synopsis:
"Everybody deserves a second chance..."
At sixteen years old, Alvin Seville is struggling through life with his family and friends, finding it hard to be a better brother and to confess his true feelings to a certain chipette. It all becomes too much for Alvin, and in his frustrated mood, he makes enemies out of all who care for him, landing himself into a comma. 10 years later and Alvin finally awakes, hoping to see everyone again. But Alvin is shocked to discover that everything has changed and he soon learns that the future is not what he expected. Full with regret and sadness, Alvin finds himself on a mission to reunite all those he love and to reclaim their love once more. Despite Brittany is getting married and her son, Little Alvie finds himself unknowing attached to Alvin, with Alvin's younger brother, Simon, out for revenge, Dave nowhere to be found and Theodore tangled in the mist of things, Alvin will stop at nothing until he finds forgiveness from those he wronged so long ago. Will Alvin accomplish his mission? Will he find retribution and forgiveness? Or will he fail and have nothing to fight for? Everyone deserves a second chance, don't they?
mpkio2's "It's All In Your Head, Alvin" will have you reading on the edge of your seat at every page, wondering what will happen next, what twist and turn will pop up and, with every word, you will be hooked onto a story filled with so much meaning and emotion.
LOL. Yeah, my ego really shines through on the last paragraph (Sounds like I'm all up myself). Well, I hope that's what critics will say about my book, anyway.
Well, what you think? Sound good to you? Course it's only a rough outline and could change, but there it is. I personally like it, but what do you guys think?
Is this whole publishing thing sound like a good thing to you? Or should I just forget about it?
The story is still going on. When will it end you ask? I believe around Chapter 50 would be the end chapter, so we still got a way to go. But what more can I put into this thing? Trust me, there's still a lot more to add...
I know how this story will end. But don't worry; I'm gonna write up some alternate endings as well, just to please some of you. :)
So, what the hell happened to Charles? Why the hell did he freeze up like that? Why didn't he move or do...something! What the heck? And where is Little Alvie? Where is Alvin's son? And where is Simon? Didn't he swear he was going to kill Alvin? And Rupert! What will he do to Alvin? What will happen to our tragic hero?
What will happen next! (LOL. This chapter brings up more questions than answer them.)
Please leave a review, to let me know you are all still reading and that I haven't lost you, to keep me motivated to write more and to reassure me that I haven't lost any of my writing skills. Also let me know what you think will happen next, what you thought of this chapter and whether the whole publishing idea is a good one! Thanx everyone! :)
Hope you all had a wonderful Mother's Day and hope you all have a wonderful Easter (Just in case I don't see you until then).
Until next time my wonderful, awesome readers and reviewers! :)