Almost a gap-filler chapter...major, MAJOR cliffhangers.
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~Whodunit~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~We'll Make It Out Alive Or Die Trying~

The knife's blade just lightly ripped a hole in Alvin's jacket. Brittany let her jaw drop and looked to Alvin, and he to her. Then their gazes directed at the four ghosts in front of them. The lady was walking toward them with the men directly behind her. Brittany immediately grabbed onto Alvin's plaid jacket. The lady ghost grabbed at Brittany, ripping her away from Alvin. The three men ghosts held Alvin down so that he couldn't attack whatsoever. He struggled against their grips as he watched the lady ghost begin to choke Brittany.

"Let me GO!" he yelled, thrashing about. "BRITTANY!" Brittany was clawing at the ghost lady's grip, to no avail. She was turning paler and paler as the blood flow was getting more and more cut off. The lady ghost cackled as she squeezed harder and harder. Alvin gasped as the lady ghost dropped Brittany to the floor right then and walked away, her male minions following her out. "She's gone now…," the lady hissed. Alvin ran over to Brittany and dropped to his knees. "Brittany!" he shouted, shaking her. "Please, PLEASE get up! You can't go like this!" But Brittany remained motionless on the floor. Tears brimmed in Alvin's eyes. He tried vigorously to blink them away. Munk up, Alvin. Don't cry, don't cry… But the longer he stared at Brittany lying there, the more his emotions overtook him. He began to cry, as he promised himself when his parents left him that he never, ever would. "Brittany, please wake up! D-Don't d-d-die!" The chipmunk moved hair out of his pink-clad counterpart's eyes. "Britt…I don't know what we had…but I liked it. I really did. Please…just please wake up!"

But Brittany was as still as ever.

~Simon and Jeanette~

Jeanette finally yanked away from Simone, taking the dark French chipmunk by surprise. He glared at her, eyes growing darker with each passing second. He hissed at Jeanette and tried to keep a grip on her wrists. Jeanette squealed and kicked Simone in the stomach, sending him falling onto his back. "They always said it was the quiet ones," Simone snarled, lunging for the purple-clad chipette. Jeanette ducked so that Simone went flying over her head and tumbled into the wall behind her. She whirled around. "And apparently they were right," she snapped back. She threw herself at the ground and rolled to the right as Simone took another leap for her. The French chipmunk glared at her made a stealthy jump at her, grabbing her by the waist and sending them both crashing to the ground. Jeanette let out a scream as Simone kept his arms around her, preventing her from running. "You're not getting away," he whispered into her ear acrimoniously. He kissed her again, calming down a bit. Jeanette felt a twinge of relaxation from when she was back on the island with this chipmunk, but it was quickly replaced by resentment. This chipmunk was not Simon Seville, the boy she secretly crushed on and wrote about. This chipmunk was Simone, and he was not anything like the man she wanted – he was almost like Alvin. This chipmunk was the one who had stolen her first kiss from the boy she wanted to give it to.

"Let me go!" Jeanette commanded, slapping him. A red mark formed on Simone's cheek. The chipmunk pushed Jeanette down and grabbed some rope he found lying around. "Don't even think about it," Jeanette shouted, running away as fast as she could go. Simon was right on her tail, busily tying up a lasso with the rope while he ran. Once he finished making the loop and proper knot, he twirled the lasso in the air and finally tossed it out ahead of him. Jeanette just narrowly avoided getting caught in the loop of the lariat. She glanced back for a minute to see Simone was rapidly gaining on her. Jeanette snapped her head back to the open hallways in front of her, and, cobalt eyes gleaming with determination, she bolted off faster than she was previously going down the left-hand turn and immediately down another before Simone could catch her. She panted briefly and watched him run past her, still swinging the rope around. She let out a small sigh of relief and backed up, right into a room. The door shut. Jeanette groaned and looked around. I'm in the prop room. Were all of these plays about death? She glanced at every prop in the room, and it seemed it had to do with death. There was a noose, the electric chair, a guillotine, an ax, guns, whips, and much more. The chipette heard the door creak open and whirled around to see Simone standing there, a huge glare on his face. Faster than Jeanette could react, the lasso was pulled out and yanked around Jeanette. Jeanette stumbled and fell to the floor as she was violently pulled toward her French anti-counterpart. Simone's eyes narrowed at her and a devious smirk rose on his face as he noticed the guillotine sitting in the corner of the room. Jeanette's eyes widened. "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, you can't…" But Simone was already carrying her small body over. He placed her head in the small hole and prepared to pull the rope to release the blade. Jeanette let out a terrified scream.

~Theodore and Eleanor~

Tears streaked down Eleanor's face as she tried desperately to jump inside of the mirror before her and help Theodore. He was being thrown around still by Demonic Eleanor. He was getting weaker and weaker and blood was starting to come out of cuts. Eleanor pounded at the glass. Demonic Eleanor finally growled and stalked over to Eleanor, dragging an unconscious Theodore by the collar of his jacket. She threw Theodore out of the mirror back at Eleanor. Eleanor gasped at all of the cuts she hadn't yet noticed. Blood leaked out everywhere. Eleanor's green eyes landed on the red ones of Demonic Eleanor. The demon was smirking maliciously, fingers motioning Eleanor to challenge her. Eleanor got up off of her knees and looked to Theodore. This is for you, Teddy. Eleanor leapt into the air and tackled Demonic Eleanor. Demonic Eleanor kicked Eleanor in the jaw, sending the normal chipette stumbling back to hold her jaw.

"You asked for it!" Eleanor said, giving Demonic Eleanor an uppercut. The demon chipette seemed unfazed as she kicked Eleanor in the leg, sending her tumbling down off of the table and onto the floor. A cracking sound was made when Eleanor's back connected with the carpeting. The fallen chipette winced in pain as she tried to get up. Demonic Eleanor dropped a rather large hairbrush off of the table, striking Eleanor in the stomach. Eleanor gasped for air as the brush slammed into her. Demonic Eleanor dropped a full hairspray bottle on her next, nearly hitting her in the face. Eleanor panted and screamed for air. Theodore was slowly coming to. He looked to Eleanor and froze as Demonic Eleanor prepared to drop a razor on her.

No, don't you dare…

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