This is it, the last chapter to Keeping Secrets!
Wow! SCARY!
I can't believe how many people have reviewed and favourited this story (many reviews and 10 followers and favourites)
But we all knew this day was coming didn't we? I am going to start crying as I write this chapter
I would like to thank all you who reviewed. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. I have read every review and I love them all. I even found out that Alvin is actually the oldest out of the chipmunks (oh well. Lets pretend for this story)
So this is it I guess. I hope you like this last chapter.
So for the last time, I don't own AATC
Negro glared at Simon with anger blaring in his eyes, knowing he had not seen him standing behind him yet. The bespectacled chipmunk was looking all googly-eyed at a girl chipmunk on the ground, "Maybe that's his girlfriend?" He thought. His face twisted in disgust.
To him, love was a tree. A skinny, flimsy tree. Many things batter it and it seems everything is against it untill eventually, the tree comes crashing down. To him, love was just like that. Everyone is against the idea of you being together untill everything falls apart and you end up sad and alone. He despised love, and everyone who had managed to keep it alive.
Negro walked a little closer to Simon, close enough so that he could touch him, and got ready for what he was going to do. However, he didn't count on anyone on the ground to notice...
"Simon, behind you!" Alvin yelled frantically, noticing Negro standing behind his older brother. Simon heard his brother's yells and wheeled around just in time to dive out-of-the-way of a shove from Negro that would have thrown him off the roof. Simon went a little pale with shock once he had regained his footing a few meters away, and a shooting pain shot through his body.
He was still injured. How on earth was he going to fight in his state?
The police officers had bounded into action upon noticing the other chipmunk, and many had prepared their rifles and machine guns for shooting. However, no bullets rang out. Mainly because the chipmunk was so close to Simon that they risked hitting him. But maybe if they saw all the blood that coated Simon, then there would be more of a desperation to do something.
"Looks like they aren't going to help you, are they Simon?" Negro snickered, a smirk also reaching his face. Simon had noticed this too and felt his heart begin to pound faster inside his rib cage. He knew he was in real trouble now.
Negro made another grab for him, but Simon managed to dodge to the left just in time. However, Simon was now really close to the edge of the roof and all it would take for him to fall to his death would be a strong push. Jack and Sahir had also managed to scramble ungracefully through the window that lead to the roof now, and were both seemingly fighting over the pistol that had nearly killed the bespectacled chipmunk minutes ago.
Negro took a few steps towards him, a menacing look in his eyes. Simon tried to back away but the searing pain that he felt throughout his body kept him still. What was he going to do? How he had managed to stay alive up untill now was a mystery to him, but he couldn't even move anymore. The chances of him living were against him once more and if he managed to live this, it would be nothing less of a miracle. But Simon didn't believe in miracles.
Negro managed to push him of the roof with a powerful shove to his shoulder, but Simon somehow managed to grab the edge of the roof as he was flying through the air. Yanking himself towards the building, Simon's arms started to shake as they struggled to support his weight and withstand the pain that had been inflicted upon them by Negro.
Gasps and screams coming from the ground filled Simon's ears, the most identifiable was Jeanette's scream. Jeanette was staring up at Simon with a look of horror plastered on her face. She felt so helpless. The love of her life was inches from death, yet, all she could do, is watch as it all unfolded. She wanted to do something. She so badly wanted to do something.
Alvin, however, was thinking the same thing. But he was acting on it, not wishing like Jeanette. A mischievous smile crept upon his lips as a plan sprang into his mind. He knew what he was going to do. He knew how he was going to help Simon. But he was going to need help and he had to hurry.
X-X-X
Simon struggled to keep his grip on the roof. Glancing down on many occasions towards the ground. It was so far down, that if he was to let go, he would probably be dead the second the floor came into contact with him. Negro peered over the edge of the roof and his face twisted with rage once he saw he hadn't fallen.
"Wow, poco ardilla. You really don't know when to die," He smirked, "But you have finally met your end!" He gestured Jack and Sahir forward and they walked over to him. The gun they had argued over was in Sahir's hands. "Hand me the gun!" Negro demanded, snapping his fingers.
Jack and Sahir's eyes widened in annoyance. Simon guessed they had just had a big fight over it, judging by their messed up and sweaty fur. But Sahir did hesitantly hand the gun to his leader. Negro did look at the pair for a moment longer, before turning his attention to his gun. He began loading it with shining, silver bullets and he purposely did it slowly just to make the fear grow larger inside Simon's heart.
Simon did make several attempts to get back up on the roof, but every time, the pain he felt throughout his body forced him to stop. Negro finally managed to load the gun after what felt like hours, and he, along with Jack and Sahir peered over the edge of the roof again. Negro pushed the pistol against Simon's head.
"Nighty, night Simon!" He laughed, resting his finger on the trigger. Simon's life flashed before his eyes in a quick flurry as he closed his eyes.
"AHHHH!" A deafening scream made Simon jump. He looked up and saw Sahir, Jack and Negro being attacked by three different chipmunks. Simon didn't realise who they were at first, but once he looked closely, the saw they were none other than Brittany, Alvin and Jeanette.
Brittany was giving what looked like a piggy back to Sahir, pulling him away from the edge of the roof. Jeanette had grabbed the legs of Jack and Alvin was in a fist fight with Negro.
Once his brother and the two chippetes had managed to get the three away from the edge, Theodore and Eleanor came into view. Simon could see Theodore shaking harshly, but he looked as though he was trying really hard to steal his fear. That brought a smile to Simon's face.
"C'mon Simon!" He said in his high-pitched voice, "Take our hands."
Eleanor and Theodore leaned over the edge a little and extended their hands towards him. Simon took Eleanor's first, knowing she was stronger than Theodore, before letting go of the wall and grabbing Theodore's hand. There was a moment when he was hanging one handedly in Eleanor's grip, and his heart skipped a beat as he grabbed Theodore's hand.
The pair faltered a little under Simon's weight, but they eventually managed to yank him up to the roof. Once they did, Eleanor gasped at the sight before her. "What happened?" she asked, sounding horrified; Simon guessed she meant all the blood. "Long story," he said, turning towards the middle of the roof where a fight had broken out.
Brittany had somehow managed to knock out Sahir and was helping Jeanette lock Jack inside the room which lead to the roof. But what really drew his attention was the fight Alvin and Negro were having.
Alvin was a good fighter, there was no doubt about that, but Negro was better. Alvin was laying on the floor, blood trickling down his chin from his nose and his arm had a long gash across it. He was clearly unconscious. Negro was standing by his feet aiming the pistol at his chest.
"Get away from my brother!" Simon yelled bounding forward with his fist drawn back ready to punch. It did hurt a lot having to run at the pace he did with the injuries he had, but the idea of losing his brother was more painful.
Simon clamped his hands around Negro's neck once he had reached him and tackled him to the ground, causing Negro to drop the gun which landed not so far away. Simon tried to strangle him, but Negro had grabbed Simon's arm and sunk his claws into a gash that soaked Simon's entire arm in blood. Simon reeled away from Negro, screaming in pain whilst clutching his injured arm. This gave Negro enough time to regain his footing again.
Seeing Simon in pain seemed to bring an immense satisfaction to Negro, and it was sickening to think that this didn't bother him even a little. Negro grabbed Simon's shoulders roughly and pushed to the ground; Simon heard a loud crack in his ankle as he hit the floor. "Tut, tut, tut, Simon, you should know not to try to hurt me by now," Negro ginned. Simon scowled, trying to at least look brave and not scared which, in truth, he was.
Simon tried to get up, but the pain in his ankle was unbearable. Even more unbearable than what he felt in his leg. It must have shattered or something, but whatever it was, Simon couldn't get up because of it. Negro turned away from Simon and walked towards Theodore, Jeanette, Brittany and Eleanor, who had looks of horror on their faces.
As he got closer, he unsheathed a knife. "Let's just end this now," Negro said, sounding fed up. The four chipmunks backed away from him, heading towards the edge of the roof.
Simon could see the pistole, not so far away from him. Maybe, he thought, I can get it if I crawl. It was a difficult task, no doubt, but Simon managed to start to drag himself over to it. The pain he felt in his ankle over-powered every other injury, and the blood loss had finally caught up with him, causing black dots began to appear in front of his eyes and Simon to begin to feel nauseous. Simon knew he was going to fall out of consciousness in a matter of seconds, but he had to get the gun first.
The chippetes and Theodore were on the edge of the roof now, and there was now no where for them to run. But Simon had almost reached the gun. The black dots were beginning to blind Simon now, and he knew that this was going to be close.
Negro smirked at the chipmunks whose faces were full of fear, he had almost reached them now. Simon outstretched his arm once he was close to the small gun and his heart skipped a beat once he felt it inside his paws. He quickly spun his body around, wincing at the pain as he did, and raised the gun towards Negro. Negro had Jeanette in his paws now, and she was squirming in his grasp.
Simon felt like he was going to faint any moment and now was the time to use the gun, if he was ever going to use it. Simon had just rested his finger on the trigger when he hesitated. Was he sure he wanted to do this? Simon wasn't sure he could live with himself if killed someone, even if it was Negro, but then again, so much was at stake.
Simon felt himself nearing unconsciousness now and Simon's vision blurred as he made his choice. Simon bit his lip, raised the gun, and fired, then everything went black...
X-X-X
Simon awoke several hours later in a hospital bed, with his brothers, the chippetes and Dave staring down at him with grin's on their faces. "SIMON!" They all squealed when he awoke, minus Dave that is who tried to calm them all down.
"Hello!" Simon replied weakly, he sounded very quiet but the pain was gone.
It turned out, Simon had indeed shattered his ankle; he had also badly fractured his leg. Alvin had also fractured his arm, but it was more minor than Simon's case. It was later revealed to Simon, that he had shot Negro square in the head in the just nick of time as he was just about to end Jeanette's life. Dave and many police officers didn't realise that any of the young chipmunks were missing untill Negro had fallen of the roof when he had been shot.
Sahir, Denver and Jack were in jail about a week after Simon left hospital in a wheelchair; where they will be spending the sixteen years. Simon thought they should have had a longer sentence, but it could have been a lot less time than that.
Simon did feel guilty about shooting Negro, even though he had ruined the better part of his life. This was partly because he felt a little sorry for him, but it was mainly because he believed nobody, even if they had killed many people, deserved to die. It was the worst possible punishment in the entire world in his opinion. But he didn't have much choice, did he?
X-X-X
Three months had passed since that day, and most of Simon's wounds had healed now. Everything had pretty much returned to normal, and nothing had really changed. Alvin was still obnoxious, Theodore was still really innocent, Brittany was still a diva (on occasion), Eleanor was still the motherly figure and Jeanette was still the girl he had a crush on. He and Jeanette hadn't happened yet. There was a moment when they were alone and they had hugged but that was as far as it had gone.
But Jeanette wasn't on his mind at the moment.
Simon was sitting beneath a cherry tree, alone. The sun shone brightly in the blue sky and there wasn't a single cloud. He was in the middle of the countryside so there were no buildings in sight, nor were there any people.
To the side of him, there was a grave stone. It stood tall and erect in the ground and scribbled on it was.
Roberto Frois
Prior 1997-2012
The man who was braver than anyone I have ever known.
Simon had learned that Roberto was dead not long after he had awoken in the hospital bed, and he had wept a few tears. He had told Alvin and Theodore then that he was in fact their father and they also shed a few tears, but they had never met the badger so they were not even close to how sad Simon had been.
It was Jeanette who suggested that Roberto, be buried beneath this cherry tree, and she had been the one to scribble on the tomb stone. Writing what Simon asked her too. Though she hadn't come to visit him since the day he had been buried. Actually. Only Simon had visited out of all the chipmunks.
Suddenly, a blossomed, cherry flower fell out of the tree and landed just below the tomb stone where Roberto lay. Simon smiled. The sun was beginning it's decent down into the horizon now, and he knew Dave would arrive soon. Scrambling to his feet, Simon prepared himself to leave but before he left, he turned towards the grave.
"Goodbye Roberto," he whispered beneath his breath, "I wish you the best wherever you are!"
With that, Simon turned on his heel and began to walk down the dirt path; knowing that Roberto was smiling down at him from heaven.
The End
And done!
It is finally over, Keeping Secrets has been finished.
I hope you liked this story guys and thank you for all the support you have given me.
So this is it, I guess.
Please review and tell me what you thought of this story, and thanks again for everything.
For the last time.
Goodbye