Kingsmen = Strange, I hadn't touched anything since now.

Webweirdo = Stabbed? Not with a knife, mate. With a clenched fist. You know, a punch?

chipmunksforlife = How many sexy times, mate? 4 times a day? If that, then you're my new idol.

AxB love artist = thanks. A lot, that meant.

Jeremy

"Alright, they're moving again." As Ryan held Jeremy's neck against a wall, Xanders looked out.

And let's say Ryan's grip is equal to Xanders' as well, possibly even stronger. With his grip tightening around his neck, there was enough space in his trachea for air, but the narrow passage made it difficult to breathe. He looked at Ryan straight in the eye as he gestured to Xanders.

"You know the drill?" Ryan asked.

"Oh, you bet I do." Over Ryan's shoulder, he could see Xanders unsheathing his knife from his pocket. With a grin on his face, he waited.

Ryan looked at him again. "You know, when I'm finished with those rats, I'd like to throw you into the middle of the road and let's see how long you'll last. Would you like that?"

His threat, however, showed no effect on him. Knowing Ryan for months, he's harmless. But just because he's harmless, it doesn't mean he can't kill. Looking over at Xanders, he knew Alvin and Brittany were going to meet danger if they cross this alley. As far as he know, he's already on the chipmunks' side, so why switch to the bad side - which is Ryan's - when you're already in the good side. If he wasn't on the good side, he'd be in jail or worst when the police finds out, and the last thing he wants to do is cause any more disappointment to his parents. Even though they kicked him out, they still have feelings and they probably just did that because they needed time to think without him. And the last thing he wants is give them any reason to disown him. Even if he already is living in a life of crime, thanks to Ryan.

He could hear a soft engine a few distance away, equal to the sound of an RC car running with a microphone. But only, this sounded like an engine of a human sized car.

"Alright, they're coming." Xanders warned.

With Ryan's hand still on his neck, he checked his other hand which was lowered at his side. He grinned at the fact that the idiot didn't pull out his knife. Slowly and carefully, he readied his feet which were the only parts of his body able to move freely. He scowled at Ryan.

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Dave

The moon set high above them, zeroing in on them as the limousine drove. Ever since they had come out of the pier, Alvin and Brittany's children were as quiet as Simon and Jeanette's, and that wasn't normal. Even Toby, who was talking their ear off and trying to cheer them up, couldn't bring at least one grin or a chuckle. They just sat, huddled in one corner of the car and frowned. Not one word had been said, and it only took a minute or five for the whole limousine to stay quiet also. Not even Claire had said a word.

He sighed, slouching into his chair and stared out the window. In the limousine, there was another seat across him, and seated on it were Aunt Jackie, Toby, and Ian. The chipmunks and the rest sat beside him, staying quiet as the drive lasted.

The kids shouldn't be quiet. They just had their debut, and they've just seen the world for the first time in their lives. They should be looking out the window and awe at the beauty of the outdoors. The window should be opened so they could breathe in the fresh air - provided that pollution was controlled. But no, they're not even looking outside. He could'v sworn he saw one of them nearly breaking down in tears. Their parents are gone just for a few minutes, and they're already down. Wow, talk about being overly attached.

At the same time, he couldn't help but get mad and proud. Mad at Alvin and Brittany, and being proud of them at the same time. In this generation, children want their parents away as if they were bombs about to explode. But them, Alvin and Brittany loves them more than anything else in the world, and he knows that the children can sense that. They miss their parents' love. Everyday around the house, he'd find Alvin and Brittany lying down with their children, giving them nuzzles. They roll into balls around them as if trying to protect them. As if somehow, an evil force would appear and take them away.

Alvin and Brittany had been great parents - he admits -, even better than him. But what he's mad about, especially at Alvin, is getting Brittany drunk. What was he trying to pull? Get Brittany wasted so he can have his chance with her? He could've just asked. Knowing Brittany's loyalty and fidelity to their mateship, she wouldn't even mind. But then again, maybe it wasn't his fault Brittany got drunk.

A few moments into his thoughts, he felt something land on his lap, followed by an innocent, childish voice. "Grampa Dave?"

He tried to ignore the 'grampa' and looked down on his lap. He found Ally looking at him, her eyes looking as innocent as ever. "Yes, Ally?"

"Are mommy and daddy okay? They just leave without saying goodbye." In his point of view, he swore he saw her eyes water. She moved forward and tugged at the lower button on his tuxedo, as if a child asking for something that is wanted to be heard. With her eyes sparkling in tears, he couldn't help but get carried away. A drop of tears collected in his eyelids, ready to drop. "T-They're okay, right? Nothing's going to happen to them."

"Of course, Ally. Your daddy and mommy are safe. Nothing is going to happen to them." He answered, trying to convince an innocent child.

"I- I just feel like something's going to happen, and..." She sniffed as her tears began to drop. Dave bit his lips hard and tried not to look at her face. But it felt cruel to look away, so his gaze continued to met hers. "...w-when we were still kids, I remember daddy telling us that he and mommy will always be together. H-He promised,... a-and I heard from someone that promises are made to be broken. I-Is that true, grampa Dave?"

Dave could just frown at those television shows. Oh, how he wants to punch those producers in the face for causing this pain to his grandchildren. He swept Ally into his palm and carefully lifted her to his shoulder, giving her a human-chipmunk hug. "There, there, Ally. Don't believe that. That's not true. Those who say that promises are made to be broken,... they're bad people, Ally. Your mommy and daddy aren't bad people aren't they?"

"N-no, no they're not. They're not bad. I don't want them to be bad. Th-they love us,... and... they told us that some parents do something bad to their kids. They... they said they would never do that to us because they love us."

"And do you believe them?" Dave asked.

"Y-yes. Yes. Mommy and daddy aren't bad. They won't be bad. We'll do anything to keep them good."

Dave noted her brave heart and was moved by it. She inherited this from Brittany, no doubt.

"I'm sure they'll always be good, Ally. There's not a bad bone in their body. And trust me, as long as you'll all be good, they'll be good as well. Make them proud, and they'll love you more than you can even think of. They do anything to make you all happy, and that's a sign that they love you more than anything else in the world."

Ally sniffed again and continued to embrace his shoulder. He felt her nuzzling her cheeks against his neck. "Thank you, grampa Dave. You're the best grampa ever."

"I'm the only grampa you have, am I not?" For once, Dave accepted the title.

Ally didn't say anything as Dave set her down on the chair and made her way back to her siblings.

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Jeremy

"Alright, they're here, they're here! Should I move in?" Xanders asked Ryan.

"Wait for my signal." Ryan held Jeremy's neck against the wall as he said.

Waiting for the right moment, Jeremy readied every muscle in his body, diverted every energy he had to his right leg. He had the urge to pop the bones in his neck to signify his readiness. Ryan won't lay a finger on them, not even a small touch. If saving the chipmunks is what it takes to make his parents proud, he'll do it. He'll do anything. As the sound grew louder, the more anticipation he had. The only thing he has to do now is wait. Wait for the right time. Screw this up, he's dead.

"Wait... wait..." The headlights finally appeared and the sound grew louder. Xanders had his knife on his right hand, gripping tightly while Ryan was unarmed... for now. "NOW!" Ryan screamed.

Taking his signal, Jeremy grinned as he released all energy he had on his right leg, giving it his all at kneeing Ryan on the stomach. With a grunt of pain, audible enough for an echo, Ryan fell to his knees in pain, clutching his abdomen. With one punch on the face, he fell to the ground face first. Ryan took his time to get up, but couldn't.

Satisfied, he turned to Xanders who had stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at Ryan. He scowled at Jeremy and charged at him with his knife, forgetting all about Alvin and Brittany passing by. As Xanders brandished his knife towards him, Jeremy grabbed his wrist quickly in a swift motion, thankful for the right timing. With a knee on the groin, Xanders fell to the ground in pain.

Looking at the road, Alvin and Brittany had already passed by riding a green chipmunk sized car. In the dark, he knew they didn't see him, Ryan, or Xanders. He grinned in satisfaction.

He looked down from Xanders to Ryan. He frowned at the sight of him standing up, scowling at him with the knife unsheathed from his pocket. "You son of a bitch!" Ryan charged towards him.

Knowing he couldn't take two knife wielders at the same time, he ran from the alley. He looked back and saw Xanders and Ryan, still in pain, charging towards him with a knife of their right hand. He ran faster, hoping he could outrun his pursuers.

The number of cars passing by wasn't high, so he thought of crossing the street. But as soon as he did - without looking left or right -, he found two headlights greeting him with a loud horn. The sound of the horn was soft, almost like a small trumpet. The car stopped literally at the last second, the bumper inches away from his knee.

He looked at the car and took time to examine it. With the square headlights and low hood, he suspected it was a limousine.

Guys, guys, can someone please give me a title for this and chapter 10? I'm kind of in a hurry.

My school's exchange gift is tomorrow, it's 12AM, and I'll be dead if I don't wake up by 6. So here, I cut this short.

Don't worry, I'm all yours starting tomorrow to January. I might even post a video on YouTube. You know, you can see my face and hear my voice and all. Not that I'm dying to let you. It's just that... I don't know how to explain it... but... uh... Bah, don't bother.

Please review. Thanks for reading.