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Simon POV

"Dad?" asked Alvin, taking a few seconds to take in my words. I nodded. Alvin was about to take a step forwards to have a closer look at Negro's features, but I stuck my arm out, stopping him and the others from getting past.

I never broke my eyes from Negro, all my life I had to live in dread of this man, and now as I stood before him. I felt not worry, but anger at the man who killed my mother.

Negro grinned in response, "Aw how's the arm by the way? Hope it doesn't hurt as much as it did eleven years ago!" he asked, with no real concern in his voice.

"Never better," I spat back, my fathers comment caused my brothers and the chipettes to become curious.

"What is he talking about Simon? What happened to your arm?" Theodore asked, worried by the cloaked chipmunk, I can see why!

I chose to ignore my little brother, mainly because my father was laughing quite loudly. "Wow son, you a quite secretive aren't you-"I cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" I barked my brothers and the chipettes seemed confused by my behaviour; he was my father after all, so why was I treating him like dirt?

He took a small step forward, so small that I didn't notice and then he banished a cane from the inside of his black cloak. It reminded me a little of Nanny McPhee, but he didn't have the same ideas as her though.

Before I could even think about what he was doing he had raised the wooden cane high and slammed it down on my still outstretched arm.

I screamed as I brought my now cut arm up to my chest, the confidence and anger I had once felt gone in less than a split second. He had brought the cane down on my wrist and now I soon realised I couldn't rotate it.

At first the other was in a shocked silence, before they rushed over to me and tried to get a closer look at my wrist. I pushed them away, shaking from my ordeal. My wrist was stinging like mad, and tears began to brim my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall, and it took all I had left to keep them in my eyes where they belonged.

I took a few deep breaths before I began to stare at the now satisfied Negro, I noticed almost straight away however, that his two companions had moved to either side of us, keeping us stuck in a circle.

"Maybe that could scar and you could have two scars then!" suggested Negro, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face

I snarled at him, "What do you want with us?" I asked my voice shaky.

He laughed; "You'll see!" he smiled.

He and his companions made the circle smaller by walking towards us, and kept walking towards us intill all our backs crashed into one another's in the middle.

Negro snarled at me, I could tell his intention was to catch me, my brothers and the chipettes would proberly be a bonus prize.

Then with a fluid motion he lunged for Theodore….

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He lunged for Theodore with such speed that was almost supernatural, but I was quicker and managed to pull him away from my father just as he was about to lay a hit on the chubby chipmunk.

"RUN!" I yelled, noticing my father had moved, leaving an exit. We ran through as he gathered himself and bounded down the forest path, heading for the stage.

I thought we had lost him at first, but when I heard paw-beats coming from behind us, I knew it was just wishful thinking.

We were kids, and famous singers, so we did have quite a lot of energy, speed and stamina. But my father and his two little friends had more in all of these categories, quickly gaining on us.

Then I heard a chipmunks cry, a sign someone had been caught and I spun around and saw one of my fathers hooded friends pressing a metal pole over the stomach of Jeanette as he held her against his chest. The purple-clad chipmunk screamed for help, as the hooded figure kept a tight grip on her

I didn't need to think twice for what I did next. I ran up to the hooded figure and hopped on his back, wrenching his head back as I did so. "Put her down!" I yelled bravely, he quickly let go of Jeanette and she landed on the floor with a loud thud, as I attempted to break the hooded figures neck.

Jeanette didn't get back up at first, but she groaned to signal she was still alive. I breathed a sigh of relief, and totally forgot that there were others here, other than the hooded figure I was still on the back of.

I felt a pair of furry hands grab me and yank me off the hooded figures back; I fought hard against his hands as he kept me tight against his body. "Not so fast, poco ardilla!" my fathers voice hissed.

I was beside myself in fear by now, as I tried to free myself, but my legs seemed to have no affect on him, and he was holding my arms so they were useless.

When my father had grabbed me, the others were busily dodging the other two hooded figures, I'm not even sure if the noticed he had grabbed me.

I saw one of the figures make a lunge for Theodore and manage to get a tight hold of him, Eleanor tried to save him but managed to get caught in the process.

Similar thing happened to Alvin and Brittany and now they were being held by the other hooded figure, leaving Jeanette alone.

"RUN JEANETTTE!" I screamed at her, but my father quickly covered my mouth, muffling my words. Sadly, she tripped over a root of a tree and landed face first in the mud, while the hooded figure that was holding Brittany and Alvin placed a foot on top of her, preventing Jeanette from getting away.

"LET THEM GO!" I yelled squirming more than ever, only for Negro to place a knife across my neck, it was so close to my fur that it was actually cutting into me, causing blood to pour down my neck.

I kept staring at the sharp blade, fear rattled my form and I instantly became still, "Now you had better keep still and keep quiet or this is not going to end well for you!" threatened my father.

But I wasn't exactly planning on following his orders, if anything that caused me to get away from him even more, trying more desperately than ever to free myself. Use you head my brain screamed at me as my legs had no effect on him and I couldn't use my arms.

In a fit of desperation, I flung my head back and head butted him square in the forehead, causing him to drop me on the floor, and him to fall beside me.

It hurt more than I was hoping, but I wasted no time to rub my head or anything, I was straight up and ran to aid my brothers and the chipettes.

I helped Alvin, Brittany and Jeanette first, by grabbing the hooded figure, and slammed him into a nearby tree, knocking him out cold

"Thanks!" smiled Jeanette, who was white from shock; I just nodded and helped Eleanor and Theodore by twisting the figures neck in an awkward position, and threw him where the other hooded chipmunk lay unconscious.

Suddenly I felt a sudden jar of pain coming from my newly-cut wrist; I spun around and saw Negro, clutching my wrist tightly in his grasp.

I couldn't help but scream in agony as his grip became tighter, causing blood to splutter from the wound. I was now defenceless from anything he was going to throw at me.

He brandished a spray can from his clock and sprayed it over my face, causing me to cough. I knew what the substance was, it was a sedative.

I instantly felt myself go numb and I fell to the floor, I felt so tired but I wouldn't allow myself to sleep.

"Get…Dave!" I managed to whisper as the others attempted to aid me, but failed to do so. "Everything will be okay," I said groggily, before I fell into a deep sleep…

SIMON!

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