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This chapter has more creepy stuff, more romance, more drama...MORE OF EVERYTHING! R&R!
~Whodunit~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~Separated~
Alvin was still sobbing over Brittany's body when he felt a slight movement. At first, the chipmunk didn't know whether or not he was imagining it. But he saw his counterpart's fingers wiggle slightly, and that gave him hope. "Britt, Britt, get up. It's Alvin, I'm here, come on," he urged her. Slowly, drowsy blue eyes blinked open. Alvin cheered out loud and pulled Brittany into a tight embrace. "Where am I?" the startled chipette asked, looking around. "Britt…that lady ghost almost choked you to death. We're in the kitchen. I couldn't get out of the grips of three male ghosts. I would have tried to save you…and honestly, I'm surprised and relieved that you're still alive. We need to make it out of this horror house…err, theater. Come on, let's go find the others," the red-clad chipmunk beside her replied. Brittany grabbed his wrist before he could get up. "Wait, I heard you say you liked what we had going, but you said you didn't know…," she trailed off, looking in the amber eyes of her counterpart. A blush crept up on Alvin's cheeks. The chipmunk rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, looking for any way whatsoever to change the topic at hand. Why am I blushing? She's my best friend…yet my enemy. SO WHY ON EARTH AM I BLUSHING? "Um…we better get going," he said, speed-walking away. Brittany sighed.
Why am I upset over this? She thought this to herself quizzically as she walked along. After all, we're only best friends. But the sinking of her heart told her something. I grabbed onto him in every terrifying moment here. I could have ducked behind my sisters or kept my fears behind a headstrong attitude, but I grabbed onto him and hid behind him, and he tried to protect me as best he could. Is…is it possible that I'm falling for Alvin Seville? "Alvin, please tell me what you would have said if I was dead, there has to be something more," she called after him. Alvin sighed and stopped moving, as did Brittany. The chipmunk's ears fell as he turned and walked up to face her. "Britt, what could I have told you when you were dead? You wouldn't have heard it, so what was the point?" he turned back around, leaving Brittany to hang her and trudge on behind him. She looked at her dragging feet while a forced concealing of emotions was present. Alvin sighed. What do I think of our relationship status right now? I didn't mean to hurt her feelings! She needs an answer. Every time she grabbed onto me I felt the urge to protect her and not let anyone get near her. But I would do the same for the others…right? Alvin's eyes widened. Oh goodness…I think I'm in love. He turned back around. Brittany bumped into him, their noses brushing.
"Oh, sorry," Brittany said softly. Alvin looked at her, lifting her chin up so that their eyes met. "Brittany, you wanted an answer. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings by not giving you one, so here's the truth. Every time I felt you grab onto me when you were afraid, I had this overwhelming urge not to let anyone get near you. At first I thought this was normal and I would do this for any of the others…but then I realized that there was this current of energy running through me. I've never, ever felt that, even dating that snot-ball Charlene all those years ago. I'll tell you that story later, but, Brittany…there's something special about you. We're supposed to be enemies, and we're supposed to be best friends…but I think I'm in love," he said. Brittany's eyes gleamed as she threw her arms around her counterpart and began to cry softly into his shoulder. "Alvin…I never knew you felt this way," she whispered, "but I think I always have, ever since we met." Alvin stroked her auburn hair for a minute before breaking the embrace, a serious look taking over his furry face. "We need to find the others. Fast. It should be easy, just listen for screaming, crying, yelling, or all of them," he said. Brittany nodded solemnly. The pair then ran side-by-side to find wherever their siblings were.
~Simon and Jeanette~
Jeanette looked up at the gleaming silver blade right above her head and then looked back at Simone. His dark eyes were burning and spilling over with hatred for her. Probably for me being defiant and proclaiming my love for Simon, as opposed to Simone, the purple-clad chipette thought. Just as the rope was about to be yanked, Simone's line of vision caught the dim light reflecting off of the blade, right into his eyes. He shook his head for a minute and blinked slowly. "Jeanette…?" he muttered. Jeanette didn't detect any accent here at all. "Simon, Simon you're back!" she said. "What happened and where are we?" Simon's blue eyes caught sight of Jeanette in the guillotine. "What did I do?" he shouted. "Well, we were running. Then this vampire bat just swoops down and grabs us and drops us into the center of the stage in the actual theater area. Your eye caught the dim light, and something possessed you, causing your Simone self to come out, but you were evil and twice as seductive and forcing. You pinned me down and kissed me against my will. I finally got away and you kept jumping at me, to which I kept dodging. Then you finally grabbed my waist and you told me I wasn't getting away. You began to kiss me, calmer, and I relaxed for a split second. Then I demanded to be released and slapped you. Then you grabbed rope and tied it into a lariat and chased me all around. I managed to hide from you for a few minutes before you found me and tied me up and placed me here, in this guillotine. You were about to pull the rope and cut my head off, but I guess the light reflecting off of the blade caught your eye. Now, could you please get me out of here?" Jeanette said.
To say Simon was shocked was an understatement. He was absolutely livid that he almost cost Jeanette her life. "What kind of sick person does that?" he said as he got her out of the hole. He carried her away from the guillotine, to the farthest corner of the room, and he untied the ropes around her. Jeanette didn't give Simon any time to move because she pulled him into a tight embrace. Simon was taken by surprise but hugged her back nonetheless. "I am so glad you're back. I was worried I would have been killed," Jeanette murmured as a tear slipped down her cream-colored cheek. "I'm glad I'm back too. I couldn't live with myself if I killed you," Simon responded. I can't live with myself already, I haven't even asked her out and I've known her for years now! Simon sighed and broke the hug.
"Come on Netta, we need to go find the others so we can devise a plan to escape here without any more incidents like this," he said, gripping her paw tightly and leading her out of the prop room. Jeanette's eyes looked him over. The chipette cleared her throat and stopped walking. "Jeanette?" Simon asked her with concern. Jeanette looked up at him, brunette bangs falling into her eyes. "Simon…I have a confession," she said. "This experience…it's going to harm two people who aren't…well, together. It's just getting awkward now," she said shyly. "Jeanette…what are you hinting at?" Simon asked, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Simon, I don't want to hang out with you. I don't want to be your best friend. I want to be with you all the time. I want to be something more!" she said. Simon blinked at her. Jeanette went softer: "Sorry…but…when Simone, is here…it isn't you. It isn't the chipmunk I fell in love with." Simon's jaw fell agape. Jeanette cast her gaze away, down to the floor. "I suppose our friendship is done now, huh?" she muttered, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out." "Yes, our friendship is done," Simon said. His features softened from the hard look he had on all night. "It's done because we're no longer friends – we're more than friends, and we're more than best friends…" "Tell me what I've longed to hear since I've met you if you're being serious," Jeanette said. Simon grabbed her paws into his. "I love you Jeanette," he said, softly kissing her forehead. Jeanette smiled up at him. "I love you too, Si…" "Good, now let's go find the others," Simon said, leading her through the hallways.
~Theodore and Eleanor~
No, no, no, don't you dare drop that on her. There's a possibility of death or injury here, don't you dare. She's weak enough as it is and so am I. Please don't…NO! Theodore's mind was screaming with these thoughts as he watched Demonic Eleanor contemplate whether or not to drop the razor in her hand down on her normal self below. The Eleanor on the floor was writhing in pain. She had already had several items come down upon her and weaken her. "Don't do it!" Theodore shouted to the demon girl. Demonic Eleanor whipped around to see Theodore getting up, fists curled at his side in anger. "She doesn't deserve to be harmed," he said, taking a few steps toward her. Demonic Eleanor looked at two possible victims – Theodore or Eleanor. The dark girl finally smirked at the green-clad chipmunk a few steps away from her and dropped the razor off of the table. Theodore gasped. "ELEANOR!" he yelled. A sharp scream came from the floor. Theodore looked down to see the razor had landed right on top of Eleanor, blade first. Blood was pouring out of a cut. Theodore's eyes were ablaze with fury as he shoved Demonic Eleanor down without thinking. The demon's chest hit the floor, and a loud crack emitted. Demonic Eleanor screamed and hissed, eyes burning and tears coming.
"YOU WILL PAY!" it shrieked, screaming like an army of banshees before disappearing in a blinding light. Theodore hopped down off of the vanity and knelt down beside Eleanor. His counterpart had a giant cut running along her stomach. She was going pale, eyes fluttering. "Eleanor, oh…my…gosh…Eleanor, this is my entire fault…" "Why is it your fault?" Eleanor croaked. "If I hadn't lunged for her then I wouldn't have been thrown into the mirror, and then she wouldn't have beat me up so I couldn't protect you. Then we would both be fine," Theodore said, hanging his head in shame. "It's not your fault…," Eleanor whispered to him, eyes slowly shutting. Theodore grasped her paw. "Eleanor, stay with me here, please, just please stay." Dark spots danced across Eleanor's line of vision. "Theo…Theodore," she muttered. Theodore stood Eleanor up. She swayed dizzily on her feet. "Eleanor, come on, please stay with me," he whispered into her ear. Eleanor fell back a bit, being caught by Theodore.
"Eleanor!" he yelped. His green eyes bulged. "No…you can't go. Not before I tell you that…that I love you…" He gently kissed Eleanor's forehead as her eyes finally closed. Theodore was about to begin to cry when her head leaned forward slightly, their lips meeting. Theodore's eyes widened but he nonetheless kissed her back. "I love you too," Eleanor mumbled to him. Theodore smiled at her. "Thanks…come on El, we need to find the others before we all wind up dead. Something is telling me this isn't a normal theater for plays. There has to be something deeper behind this, I'm telling you," he said. He pulled on her wrist slightly, leading her out into the dark hallways.
~Fifteen Minutes Later~
"There you guys are," Alvin said as he came face-to-face with Jeanette, Eleanor, Simon, and Theodore. The group of six was standing around on stage again. Jeanette looked around warily. Simon caught her actions and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, we were just looking for you guys," Theodore said. "Same here," Simon responded, arching an eyebrow as Alvin also agreed. "Do you think we were supposed to find each other?" he murmured. Everyone looked to each other as a black tarp fell down over all of them. "HEY!" Brittany screamed. "WHAT'S GOING ON?" Eleanor shouted. "HELP!" Jeanette shouted. Her cries, along with those of Brittany and Eleanor, were suddenly silenced. "Guys?" Alvin whispered. He pushed the tarp off of them to see the chipettes were gone. Simon and Theodore looked to their older brother. "No…how could this have happened? We were watching them, and they were right here…then that tarp came! But they were holding onto us! HOW?" the red-clad chipmunk sputtered. He put his head in his hands.
"Now where did they go?" he groaned. "Great, first Jeanette almost DIES, then she's gone," Simon said, sitting down against the wall. Alvin stopped his complaining. He met eyes with Theodore, and then both of them turned to Simon. "Did you say she just almost died?" Theodore asked incredulously. Simon nodded. "Brittany almost died, too…," Alvin said. "Same thing with Eleanor," Theodore mumbled. "I'm starting to notice eerie similarities with everything that's happened. Do you think we were supposed to come here for our concert and practice? What if this was all somehow planned and we just happened to follow along with it?" Simon was babbling. Alvin and Theodore were now fully focused on him.
"You might be right, Simon. It's unlikely that this would actually happen without some sort of unnatural planning…like fate or karma!" Alvin said. Theodore nodded in agreement. "Yeah, there's definitely something up. And I doubt this theater was used for just plays," he stated matter-of-factly. This churned the Seville boys' stomachs. That prop room did seem weird…OH NO.
~With the Chipettes Half an Hour Later~
Where…where are we? Brittany looked around and realized that she could not move any part of her body except her neck and head. She looked down; rope was tied around her small frame, holding her down to a chair. Her sisters were in the same position that she was. A handkerchief was tied around each girl's mouth, preventing them from screaming or yelling for any sort of help. Brittany groaned inwardly and leaned her head back, and then wished she hadn't. There was a rock, large for someone of her height and weight, placed inside a loose knot. There were rocks above her sisters' heads. Someone is out to get us, Brittany thought. A tear slid down her cheek.
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I rewrote that ending paragraph like, four times. So, R&R and now I'll go and work on chapter 7!