Chapter 5: Chipmunks In Training!
Every other day Jeff, Mark, Rob, and I would take the Chipmunks up to this field that was not far from the smoke pit. It was like the whole area had been set up for us. Something defiantly prepared for the Founder's take-over. It was shielded from the Founders watchful eye – with large trees that blocked the view – in that way that way we were able to execute our secret weapon. We had indeed started to use the Chipmunks as these weapons. As I predicted these Chipmunks were capable of becoming great warriors to the Cause, our Cause. When the time would be right, I would give the word and with that begin the battle to put an end to the Founders and the Illuminati cult from taking over the world.
I used special techniques to have the Chipmunks do only as I say and in a way for them to not get hurt. Also, it would appear that the Chipmunks had an animal instinct that kicks in when something doesn't seem right. For example, if one of them was about to get hurt, or during practice if one of them was just about to inflict serious damage to the other they would break out of their trance. In most cases, however, they wouldn't break out of their warrior trance unless I give the command.
The Chipmunks have become well aware of these special command words I chose. It was so well known in fact that they would use it on themselves if one of them gets a little out of hand. I remember one day during a training exercise, Renee and Brenda started to get a little carried away. These two girls, not only are best of friends, but also when it comes to fighting one would defiantly try out doing the other. Renee would show off her gymnastics routine, while Brenda would counter-attack with combination moves.
It was then I recognized a sign of trouble, but before I could call out the command to stop a little chipmunk voice called it out instead.
"Kalana-va-sal!"
I turned with an annoyed look on my face to the youngest chipmunk of the group, Simon. He may be the youngest, but defiantly he has shown to have great intelligence even before he received the brain enhancer chemical.
With a bashful look on his face, he slowly glances up at me. "Heh, sorry." He chuckled shyly.
The look he was giving me certainly made it hard for me to stay annoyed at him. I gave him a smirk and patted his head before heading out in the field to instruct the girls on the mistake they made.
All was working well the Chipmunks preformed, and worked well together. One day, before we were able to start their daily training, Tom, Brian, and Simon were goofing around near the cliffs. Before I could say something to stop them Simon slipped and nearly fell on the rocky shore below. The quick thinking of Tom and Brian they managed to save their friend. Without giving it a second thought, the two of them leapt to catch young Simon and pull him back up.
It was at that moment I walked up to them and glared down on them. "There are no room for games here, next time someone could get hurt, or worse!" I screamed.
With apologetic eyes the three of them looked up at me. They didn't say anything. I could read their minds, which told me they knew what could have been the out come of their rough playing.
I admit to myself as I walked away that perhaps I was a little rough on that, but truthfully I was scared. I don't know what I would do if one of the Chipmunks got hurt or died?
FIVE MONTHS LATER…On night, while the boys and I decided to get drunk we figured out a way to show the real world what goes on here on Founders Island, especially if our plan somehow didn't work. On one of our missions to the real world we saw a video camera. Jeff went in and purchased it. We hid it along with other projects we planned on doing in a huge create we marked 'explosive devises'. The plan worked, the Founders did not bother to look inside our special create. When we were alone in our lab, we activated the same shield that surrounds the field and went right to work. We took out the camera and started to record our first message to whomever would find the information we would put together.
Jeff held up the camera and faced it at me. I could see a little red blinking light and wondered if that meant if it was on.
"We are on, now?" I asked.
"Yes!" Said Jeff from behind the camera.
"Good." I continued. "Hello survivor or survivors! My name is Mary-Anne if you are not sure you know me. This is Rob, Mark and holding the camera is Jeff." I addressed the two boys that sat behind me. "We have been apart of this 'project' since the beginning pretty well. Now that we have all the information we need, we can now attempt to expose the Founders for who they really are. We inform you that what you are about to see is gruesome and disturbing. Be sure to note that you have been brainwashed and my not remember certain things. But after viewing these tapes and going over the documents we hid in the box, you will begin to remember again. So take a deep breath and remind yourself that what you are about to see are things that will change everything you ever believed in before, during and after your experience from Founders' Island."
After the introduction speech, we took the camera and hid it in many places. It began to record and capture a lot of the secrets that went on this Island. We were able to capture the Illuminati and the meetings in the underground chambers. A place where they would take kidnapped children from third world countries and tortured them to death. Afterwards, the horrible image would show the cloaked cult members transforming into demon-like creatures as they began feasting on the child's body.
Needless to say, one needs to have a strong stomach in order to watch these tapes.
We also captured footage of the 'training exercises' that all the children of the Island had to go through. The alien language, much similar to the commands I use for the Chipmunks, would command the children and put them in a trance. In many cases, the Founders would force them to fight to the death.
We then decided to record the Chipmunks, and have it a bit friendlier site to see on the tapes we created. Instead of training them we chose to try to have a little fun in the field. Often we would talk about dreams we once had as children. The boys and I decided to record the dreams the Chipmunks had before coming to the Island.
Jeff hid the camera in the bush so the Chipmunks did not know they were being recorded. One by one we had them stand up in a certain spot so their image would be captured by the camera and had them talk about themselves.
Tom was the first to stand, "My name is Tom Relic, when I grow up I want to major myself in physics and travel around the world!"
"Hi, I am Renee Soyer, I wouldn't mind being an actress or a reporter!" The cheerful red headed chipmunk chimed.
Next Brenda spoke. "My name is Brenda Asprin, and when I grow up I want to fly." She let out a giggle. "Either planes or a space shuttle."
Brian then stood for a few seconds and did not saying anything, then… "I think, there for I am, Brian Malton. And I am not a crook!" Making a facial impression of the former president Nixon and making peace symbols with his two hands. Everyone started laughing. Brain just stood there and smiled.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Brian?" Asked Rob.
Brian sighed more seriously. "To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure. Maybe an author since I like to write so much... just don't tell the Founders that." He added in a whisper. Again everybody around started to snicker.
Finally Simon stood up. This young chipmunk seemed to have the most enthusiasm in his eyes as he stood in front of everyone. "My name is Simon Seville, and when I grow up I want to be a famous inventor."
"Sing us a song, Simon!" Renee squealed impatiently, and everyone cheered.
I sat and watched with little understanding of this action. It would be the first time I would hear him sing and also the first in the many years would I hear music, save for the times going out to the real world and over hearing music being played from people in their cars. The fear of the Founders catching us rung in my ears, but then I remembered that this field was safe from the Founders.
With a confident smile, I looked up at the young Chipmunk. "Yes Simon, do sing for us."
With a deep breath Simon began to sing.
I sit alone in this café,
And listen to the songs they play,
Reminding me of yesterday, and youuu!
As he kept singing, I knew he was remembering his past. I could see the emotion in his eyes as he could feel the thoughts that were coming from his family at that moment. Being on this Island has defiantly hurt him. Going home seemed to be the only thing that had kept him focused ever since the first day he was kidnapped.
The other Chipmunks began to cheer as Simon came to the end of the song.
This song brings me back to yesterday,
And youuu!
Ba, ba, ba, da, da!
Instantly everyone, including myself I found, cheered for another song. It turned out that this part of the tape would be a warm moment that the boys and I would have with the Chipmunks and one special memory for me to have till the end of this nightmare.
A few days later I swore I could have reached over and smacked the one called Simon. Apparently, he had been playing with chemicals in the lab. Somehow he recreated a hair growing formula and in a result grew his own hair out to shoulder length.
The Founders were not impressed with this. To them it was an act of creative independence. I apologized like a broken record to them until they finally announced to let this one go, but only if I would accept a whipping on the Chipmunk's behave. I agreed to that. It would be a small price to have the Chipmunks stay under my care.
That evening when the Chipmunks met us at the Smoking Pit, I started lecturing Simon on this dangerous action he took. All he could do was stare shamefully towards the ground as I beat down every word into him.
A part of me felt angry that the Founders were ready to punish me for this one innocent act of independence. The other part of me was scared because the Founders were also ready to 'dispose' the young Chipmunk of his act. I never bothered to tell him or anyone in our group about the whipping I took. It could have been that they might have figured it out themselves, especially the boys who knew me the most. The three of them noticed I had kept my wrists and forearms well hidden from view that night.
The Chipmunks on the other hand were more focused on the words I bellowed out to notice my arms too much.
When I finished there had been a moment of silence. As I started to walk away from Simon I could hear his little voice whisper out, "I'm sorry." I then felt my heart sank. He didn't want to hurt anyone he just wanted a sense of freedom and change from this Hell.
The tears had stung my eyes didn't stop for days afterwards. I cried silently in my room with very dim lights in the tunnels that we all lived in. Who knew when we would get out?
He dropped the papers as if they were on fire. Reeling form the shock of Mary-Anne's sacrifice, he looked at Rob. Knowing his friend didn't know, he shook his head.
It was going to be one heck of a shock to Rob as well. Getting up he refilled both their mugs of coffee.