Saving Private Jeanette - Chapter Eight "Over My Dead Body"

"Go on now! Step away from my girl, or you all get it!" Yelled the maniac with the gun in his hand.

"Your girl?!" Brittney snapped back. "She isn't your girl! She's my sister!"

"I'm not going to tell you again... step... away... from her... now!" The kidnapper waved his handgun at Brittney and Simon as they attempted to help Jeanete escape. Brittney looked at Simon, who simply winked at her. She knew he had another idea in store. So saying, she and Simon reluctantly helped Jeanette back down the three stairs Brittney had helped her up. Brittney and Simon stepped away from Jeanette, as she fell to the floor, unable to stand or walk. Her kidnapper walked down the stairs, and over to her body.

"Alright," he ordered, "get back to your chair. Now."

Jeanette simply couldn't move. She had no energy at all by this point. He kicked Jeanette in the back, as she yelped out.

"I said get back to your chair!" He barked again.

Simon had quietly snuck over to a tool chest that was in the room, grabbed a sledgehammer, and quietly snuck over to the criminal, and with all his might, he brought up the sledgehammer, and smashed his hand. He screamed in agony, as the gun dropped to the floor, allowing Brittney to siese the moment, and grab the gun, and aim it at the kidnapper, who was so pathetic, rolling around on the floor, holding his broken hand, and crying out in extreme pain. Simon dropped the hammer, and ran over to Jeanette's body, scooped her up, and ran upstairs, followed shortly by Brittney, who kept her aim on the man, before she ran up the stairs.

Once out in the backyard, the others gathered around Jeanette.

"Are you alright, Jeanette?" Alvin asked.

"We were so worried about you!" Theodore added.

"We thought we'd never see you again!" Eleanor added.

"Come on, we need to get out of here!" Simon cried out.

The gang ran around the house, and towards the sidewalk, when Jeanette's kidnapper came busting out the front door, with a rifle in his one good hand.

"Come back here with my girl!" He screamed after them, trying so very hard to fire his rifle at them, but missing miserably. He then struggled to get back into his car to chase after them, which was difficult for him, until he was back on the street, and drove after them.

The kids seemed like goners for a while, until they spotted a pickup truck stopped at stop sign. They ran over to it, Alvin and Theodore climbed into the bed, as they helped pull Jeanette up, as Simon, Brittney, and Eleanor hopped in after them, just as the truck took off again down the street, though the criminal still gave chase.

Eleanor easily hugged her big sister, as Jeanette rested her head on top of Eleanor's.

"Thanks so much for... for saving me everybody..." Jeanette struggled to say, as she tried hard to keep her eyes open.

"We couldn't have done it without Simon." Brittney told her.

"But it wouldn't have been possible without Brittney." Simon responded.

Jeanette suddenly gasped, and squinted her eyes shut.

"What's the matter?" Eleanor asked worried.

"Pain..." Jeanette told her, "I'm in so much pain..."

"Where at?" Eleanor asked, concerned.

"All over..." Jeanette mumbled.

"That maniac kicked Jeanette right in her back... and there's some kind of wound on her leg..." Brittney told her.

Eleanor lifted up Jeanette's skirt, and saw the bloody ace bandage, wrapped around her thigh.

"He did that to you?!" Simon asked, pissed.

"With an ax..." Jeanette told him. "Oh... oh it hurts so bad..." Jeanette said through her teeth, as the pain started up again.

"Don't worry, Jeanette," Eleanor said, pressing down on Jeanette's sore thigh, to further help stop the bleeding, "we'll have you home soon, we can get you to a hospital!"

"Man, he's gaining on us!" Theodore cried out, as he spotted the relentless kidnapper gain up on them.

"Let's throw whatever we can at him!" Alvin suggested, as he dumped his hatful of cigarette butts out, allowing them scatter all over the villain's windshield, with disrupted his vision temporarily.

Simon grabbed a large, monkey wrench, that was in the bed with them, and tossed it at the car behind them, crashing right through the windshield, while Eleanor tossed a 2x4 at him. That did it. The 2x4 went through the windshield, and hit the man in the forehead, knocking him out, and causing his car to lose control, as it plowed into a street light, killing the transmission. The chipmunks and chipettes were over joyed.

"We did it!" Brittney squealed. "We did it! We did it! We did it!"

"He won't bother you anymore, Jeanette!" Eleanor squealed, as she kissed Jeanette on the cheek, while Jeanette slipped out of consciousness again. "We better get her home soon!"

Dave started punishing himself with guilt when he realized that the whole situation with Jeanette had caused him to forget all about his boys, as well as Brittney and Eleanor. "Until we're ready to head down to the pier, I'm going to look for the rest of them..."

"Not so fast there, Mr. Seville," the police captain spoke up, "we'll be happy to help you search for them, if we find them, we'll continue on for the pier from there."

"That will be fine." Dave said.

Within no time, Dave was in the back of a patrol car, heading down the street, followed by Miss Miller in her car, on their search for the chipmunks and the chipettes began. Unfortunately, at that time, the truck bearing the kids pulled turned onto their street just seconds after Dave, Miss Miller, and the police pulled out. Just before the truck drove past their houses, they each carefully slipped out of the bed, though Simon cradled Jeanette as he slipped off.

"Home, sweet home." Eleanor said.

"Let's get Jeanette inside, quickly!" Brittney said, as Simon carried her into the Miller house.

"Miss Miller!" Brittney called out. "We found Jeanette! We brought her home!"

Silence.

"Miss Miller?" Eleanor called out. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Where could she be?" Brittney asked. "You think she went out looking for us?"

"It's possible," Simon said, "after all, Dave was wondering where we were... Dave!"

Moments later, Alvin and Theodore walked into the chipettes' bedroom.

"Dave's gone too, Simon." Theodore told him.

"He must be out looking for us too." Alvin added.

"The best thing for us to do," Simon suggested, "would be for all of us to just wait here until they come home..." Simon then sighed, as he looked down on Jeanette's nearly lifeless body in her bed, "then, hopefully, we can get Jeanette to a hospital."

"Jeanette is probably malnurished..." Eleanor said, "we ought to get something into her stomach in the meantime..."

"But she's unconscious." Theodore said.

"I'll make her a smoothe..." Eleanor left the room and stepped downstairs.

"Look at her," Brittney said, as she sat next to Jeanette, "she looks so pitiful..."

Simon held Jeanette's hand. "What all in the world did this man do to her?"

"Whatever he did," Brittney responded, "he's going to pay! I swear to God, he's going to pay!"

The police made it down the street where Jeanete's kidnapper lived, as a hunch, and found the wrecked car. "We might want to check that out..." said the sergeant in the passenger seat.

They pulled over, and the cops stepped out of their car, and walked over to the wrecked car. No one was inside. One of the cops went through the glove compartment to search for the owner's registration. He found it. The car belonged to a man by the name of Craig Bromson. A quick check of his record revealed that the only crimes that he had been guilty of in the past were criminal loitering, and vagrancy. The police had a hunch this was the man they were dealing with, and confirming his address, they stormed his house, but saw no sign of anybody. Once down in the basement, they went through the files on his computer, and there they were. The photos he had taken of Jeanette. They had proof. He was the one who kidnapped Jeanette Miller. Another cop even found the ax that was used to chop Jeanette's leg. They would send a blood sample to their crime lab to see if it would match Jeanette's, but they were pretty sure it was.

"This is our man, alright," the captain said to Miss Miller, "we found some rather disturbing photos on his computer that proves he's the one who kidnapped your daughter."

Miss Miller gulped. "How disturbing are they?"

"Well..." the captain responded, "... he seems to have enjoyed photographing her bound and gagged... we found one close up shot of her eyes... and another of her... um... he appeared to be lifting up her skirt, exposing her underwear..."

"Ohh..." Miss Miller said, feeling sick. "My little angel..."

Now the big question was whether this man was still planning on meeting them at the pier like he had instructed, or if he had fled? In actuality, he stumbled all the way back to where he originally kidnapped Jeanette. Since he saw what house she exited the other day, he knew which house to break into. Jeanette had woken up from her black out, and was overly grateful for the smoothe Eleanor made for her.

"Is that okay, Jeanette?" Eleanor asked.

Jeanette finished consuming the entire glass, before letting out a long, satisfying sigh. "That was delicious, Eleanor."

"Good!" Eleanor responded.

"Can we get anything else for you, Jeanette?" Theodore asked, willing to cook anything for her hungry stomach.

"Maybe a sandwich of some sort..." Jeanette replied, "maybe grilled cheese..."

"Coming right up!" Theodore said, as he stepped out of the bedroom, followed by Eleanor, who was going to make Jeanette another smoothe.

"How's your leg, sissy?" Brittney asked.

"'Sissy'?" Jeanette responded. "You haven't called me 'sissy' since... I can't even remember when..."

"Well..."

"It's still very sore..." Jeanette moaned.

"Well," Simon said, "at least we've put a stop to the bleeding for the most part... I just hope Miss Miller and Dave get home soon..."

"Why don't you try calling them?" Brittney suggested. "Maybe one of them have their cells with them."

"Good idea, Brittney..." Simon complimented, as he left the room to use the phone.

"Simon and I buried the hatchet, Jeanette." Brittney told her little sister.

"Oh..." Jeanette moaned, "please don't mention hatchet..."

"Oop, sorry..." Brittney apologized, as she began rubbing her sister's head. "Can I do anything for you Jeanette? Need another pillow, or anything?"

"No, that's alright," Jeanette told her, "I'll be fine...". Jeanette moved her head over closer to where Brittney was sitting on her bed, while Brittney helped Jeanette rest her on her lap.

"I was so scared..." Jeanette said softly, "I was so afraid I'd never see you, or anybody again..."

"Shh," Brittney said, still rubbing her little sister's head, "you're home now, Jeanette..."

"Brittney..." a tear came to Jeanette's eye, "would you really have given that man ten million dollars for me?"

"Jeanette?" Brittney responded. "I would have given that man my own life for you."

"Really?"

"Really."

Jeanette smiled. Brittney smiled.

"I'll be right back," Brittney said, as she slipped off Jeanette's bed, "I have to pee..."

So, as Brittney hopped out of the room to use the bathroom, Dave was speaking to Simon the phone.

"You got Jeanette home?!" He asked. "Oh, thank God..."

Miss Miller snatched Dave's cell phone out of his hand, "Simon? It's Miss Miller, tell me, is my baby girl alright?"

"She's alive, that's for sure," Simon told Miss Miller over the phone, "she's awake now, and we're getting food and drink into her stomach, to help reboost her energy, but she's got a terrible ax injury to her right thigh, and I don't know what happened to her other thigh..."

"We're on our way home right now!" Miss Miller cried, as she hung up. "We've got to get home to Jeanette!"

"Let's get mobile!" The captain commanded, as Miss Miller hopped into her car, while Dave got into the back of the police car, as they prepared to drive back to Miss Miller's house.

Jeanette was talking to herself, about nothing in particular, just talking to try to keep herself from falling unconscious again. Then she heard the door close, and lock. When she looked up, she lost all color in her face.

"Thought you could get away from me, huh?" Said Craig, her kidnapper, now with a huge lump in the middle of his forehead, and other cuts and bruises among the rest of his face. "No such luck, I knew where you lived..."

Jeanette felt like she was about to have a heart attack.

"I didn't want to have to do this," Craig said as he unzipped his pants with the only hand that was still functioning, "but you leave me no choice..."