Author's Note:
Welcome back everybody! For those of you on Spring Break I hope you're having a blast and thanks to everyone who's been reviewing!
I do not own the Chipmunks, Chipettes, or the OCs except for my own Ivy, Cream, Copper, and Izzy.
As of right now I'm thinking this will be the last Ultimate story, I may have small one-shots based of it now and then but other than that if the plot works out like I plan then this is the last Ultimate story. I will most likely start on a new story or series afterwards but I don't know how long that'll take.
Dreams will be in bold and italics.
Read on and review!
The man looms over him murky hazel eyes studying him closely as he leans in closer, "Peter?" the young russet furred rodent pipes up questioningly making the man's eyes shift to meet his.
"Are we going to be doing some more training? I liked the target practice," well that's the only thing he's liked so far any ways, killing the lion wasn't what he thought his training would consist of or the various needles.
"Actually it's another experiment," fear glints in his golden irises, that's what he said the last time with the needles, "It's not more needles, right?" he questions wide eyed.
"No, no, this times different," Peter notices the hesitation in the chipmunk and frowns feigning hurt, "You don't trust me?" the man asks pitifully.
The little chipmunk's ears perk up at the sadness and betrayal in the man's voice, "I trust you," he assures him with a broad smile revealing tiny pointed white teeth, grinning back Peter holds out a hand allowing the rodent to climb up into his palm.
"That's good Ultimate, trust is a good thing, now for this experiment you're going to be in a room ok? Don't escape or you'll end up hurting someone ok?" he blinks confused as men dressed entirely in white look up from clipboards their faces hidden behind goggles and under hoods.
A small tube like room sits in the middle of a larger room, everything in this place is either white or metal, the only color being the other animals in their cages or the quick glimpse of the humans' eyes.
"All right, just respond on instinct," Peter says opening a large metal door leading into the weird tube like room and setting the rodent down on the clean white floor, he peers up at the human golden eyes confused but trusting, "Ok," the little chipmunk replies as the man closes the door a sickening smile twisting his features as he locks it.
"Ok, turn on the flames," he orders staring at the chipmunk peering out at them, they can see him but he can't see them, it's two way glass.
"Yes sir," a male voice answers flicking a switch, suddenly bright hot flames erupt into the tight space, the animal inside screams alarmed and staggers back recoiling at the terrible deadly heat.
Inside the chipmunk is slowly burned, he tries to back away from the licking hot wall of fire but his tail catches a flame as more fire tries to reach out at him from behind, "Peter! Peter!" the chipmunk wails eyes frantically searching the dark walls reflecting back to him the danger circling him.
No answer, "Help! Please help!" his eyes burn, dark plums of smoke begin to drag away the oxygen trying to suffocate the little creature, his skin aches along his arms and he cries out as some flames manage to latch onto his skin evaporating his fur and melting his skin, tearing it open to try and invade his body.
"HELP!" he screams his voice swallowed up by the smoke and fire surrounding him, he panics and races blindly forward, trying to escape he plows through the fire wall smashing head first through the two-way glass.
He tumbles to the lab floor shrieking in pain, Peter sighs, seems he's not immune to fire after all, "Take him back," Peter says blankly as he shuts off the flames, a few of the cloaked men move forward circling and cornering the little withering ball of fur and pain.
His teeth grind together his body burns all over his lungs ache from the smoke and so do his eyes, he senses something, a lot of somethings and they're trying to touch him.
His eyes shoot open revealing frightened agony filled irises, he lashes out as a hand gets too close, the man behind the goggles screams as razor sharp teeth slice through his pointer and middle finger like a knife through butter, the pain explodes through the man's body as the little creature spits out his digits and lunges bloody mouth agape ready to tear him apart for the torture, he shouldn't have pulled the switch.
"Alvin, stop," the rodent currently pinning the man to the floor looks up, dark crimson liquid drips down his chin seeping thickly over his pink pussy flesh, a familiar figure stands just in front of him large almond shaped eyes pleading.
He trembles tears coming to his eyes, "I-it hurts, what did I do wrong?" the alien stares pitifully at the young naïve creature, "Nothing, you've done nothing wrong, never, now wake up, wake up Alvin before you remember too much,"
Alvin's eyes shoot open pupils shruken down to tiny black dots, he gasps for air his body trembling with pain from his all too real nightmares, and it would've been worst if J-Rod hadn't have invaded it.
Alvin's eyes narrow at the thought, the alien, even though he kind of helped, had invaded his privacy.
The rodent sits up eyes latching onto said being crossing the room towards him " Hey! why did-" a arm coils fast around his neck cutting off his voice midsentence, he gags alarmed but half a sleep his body still numb from the nightmare.
"Shut up," Wheatley seethes his muscles flexing in his arm and his jaw, "Awww crap," Alvin grunts dazed with sleep and the lingering pain from his vivid nightmare.
J-Rod hesitates unable to get into the mind of the rodent cloaked Mimic, "Stay back or i'll snap his neck!" Wheatley threatens flinching at the hangover throbbing painfully behind his eyelids.
Alvin shifts slightly his mouth hovering over Wheatley's arm, J-Rod tilts his head slightly, the plan is in motion.
Alvin's mouth flies open his sharp teeth burying themselves quickly into the Mimic's arm, he yelps and recoils releasing his hold on Alvin's neck.
A heavy filing cabinet flies into the air then hits the ground in front of Wheatley slidding into him, pinning him against the wall.
The impact knocks the Beastling out; his body wavers flickering like the image on an old TV screen before he morphs back into his sluggish like appearance, his stalks hanging limply forward his large body trapped against the wall.
Grunting Alvin stands and dusts his clothes off, he sends a glare in both Wheatley and J-Rod's direction even though the Beastling is out cold and the alien knows it means nothing.
Heaving a heavy sigh Alvin marches off, J-Rod watching him curiously, "I'll get some Aspirin," the rodent huffs stuffing his paws into the pocket of his red hoody, raising a nonexistent eyebrow the alien follows slightly thrown off.
"Why?" Alvin looks up at the other worldly creature with a confused look, "Wheatley, he has a hangover, most likely he behaved like that cause he's in pain, Beastlings react on pain most of the time, or commands and since I was taking a nap he reacted on his pain, thus threatening to kill me," the chipmunk explains knowing that the Grey skinned alien can't read the Mimic's mind for some reason.
"I nearly forgot, Brittany wants to talk to you," the chipmunk twitches; "About?" he asks worriedly, if J-Rod could he'd snicker but his mouth can't express human emotions that well.
"She just wants to talk to you, why are you so scared," Alvin snorts, "Should I be?" he questions, "No," J-Rod answers knowing Alvin already knows where his counterpart is lurking.
"I'll handle Wheatley, I'm sure Blade will love to straighten him out," Alvin grins at that as the two go their separate ways, Alvin up a flight of stairs, J-Rod into a nurse's office.
The wind softly shifts her bangs dragging them lightly over her forehead before dropping them right in the middle of her eyes blocking her view for a moment, huffing the Chipette straightens them back into place, then screams.
"Alvin!" she cries landing a solid punch to her counterpart's arm, her electric blue eyes widen in pain and she yelps clutching her sore paw against her chest as he bursts into fits of laughter.
Scowling she waits for him to settle down, "Two for the price of one," the munk chuckles meeting her irritated gaze, "So what did you want to talk about?" he questions leaning against the railing.
The roof is massive but empty, the Chipette had expected a helipad or some giant satellite dish but the top of the huge building is just plain wide open space surrounded by a four barred metal fence, Alvin is leaning a arm over the last bar of the fence watching her with his odd golden eyes, she fidgets a moment uneasy under his intense curious gaze.
"I just wanted to test out my powers, I know I can shift into some weird cat thing but that's all I really know," she admits Alvin raises an eyebrow, that's all? He thinks questioningly his eyes searching her face.
"Ok," he responds, Brittany smiles softly but then frowns, "I have no idea how we'll do it though," she mumbles looking to counterpart/boyfriend for an answer but he simply stares back blankly.
"Don't ask me, they tortured me to find out what I could do," Brittany flinches at how casual he sounds, "That's not something to toss around like that," the Chipette mumbles rubbing at her arm dropping her gaze to the concrete surface of the roof.
Alvin sighs heavily, feeling guilty he had mentioned it, "Ok want to see if you can fly?" Brittany looks up caught off guard as two huge russet feathered wings arch out from the chipmunk's back.
"Uh do I even have wings?" she asks out loud as his fold up against his back temporarily distracting her, the evening sun hovers above them casting downward shadows across his face causing his eyes to stand out even more, the shadows outlining his nose and lips as well.
She blushes as her eyes linger on his lips, but the feeling of someone probing her back jerks her out of her daze.
"HEY!" she cries whirling around to swat at Copper's paws, she freezes eyebrows raised in disbelief as Alvin falls over laughing and clutching his stomach, Copper stares at them confused.
Placed on the red furred chipmunk's head is a crude helmet constructed of aluminum foil, "What? I'm tired of J-Rod always knowing about my pranks and other thoughts, its annoying and embarrassing," he pouts.
Alvin gasps inhaling deeply he stares at Copper and Brittany from his back peering at them upside down, "So you turned wacko and covered your head with a aluminum foil, does it work Bug Eyes?" Alvin questions alerting Brittany to the presence of the alien sitting a few feet away with a notebook and laptop beside him.
Brittany also realizes that Izzy along with practically everyone else is loitering on the roof spread apart, Blade isn't among them, the sun hurts his eyes even with sunglasses on, Wheatley had an 'accident' and is currently sleeping, Dave is learning about hand to hand combat with Ike down in the gym, Simon and Jeanette are playing with alien technology. Nathan is sleeping along with Theodore, Cal, and Max, so three seem to like sleeping during the day.
Izzy catches her eye and waves his face glowing, "Look I'm flying a kite!" he cries happily, his loyal babysitters, Vixen, Stripes and her sisters help him hold onto the kite and answer his questions about human devices and foods he's never seen, he didn't even know what pizza was!
"Great a crowd," the Chipette sighs burying her face into her paws as Copper wanders off most likely to go bug J-Rod, she hears something and peeks between her fingers, Stitch's black tongue slithers up her face making her squeal in disgust and delight.
"Oh," she cooes wrapping her arms around his leg, "Thanks for the support," she hums into his skin, the Medic purrs happy with praise before waddling a few feet away, he flops down on his haunches watching her intently in case something falls out of the sky and tries to eat her.
"Ready?" she almost hits him, almost, she turns to him her worry and fear ebbing away at his gleaming protective gaze and warm smile.
"You'll catch me if I fall?" she questions to which he chuckles, "Haven't I always?" he answers with his own question making her smile.
"Come on," he grasps her paw and drags her to the edge of the roof slipping under the railing he balances on the two inches on the other side Brittany hesitates peeking over the edge her stomach plummets, why does this place have to be so big? She questions knowing the only one hearing her panic is the alien scribbling something down on his notepad.
"Don't freak," apparently when she panics on the inside her heart rate increases and he can hear it, "Just trust me," he turns balancing backwards so he's facing her gripping both her paws as they stand on the measly two inches.
"Just don't think," he says when he suddenly falls backwards dragging her over the edge with him, she doesn't scream as the earth races towards her and the wind stings her eyes, he's at her side wings tucked against his back he peers sideways at her completely calm.
As the ground gets closer she begins to panic, trying to stop her free fall she clasps a paw onto his arm, and then she feels a sharp pain in her back then she jerks back up almost like a parachute had opened up behind her slowing her fall, Alvin's wings shoot open and he spins around before shooting up to where she was hovering eyes wide in shock.
He grins at her, "You've earned you're wings," she whacks him making him chuckle and fly off, well he's sort of gliding, using the wind to his advantage.
"Do they look like yours?" she asks trying to peek over her shoulder, bright pink invades her gaze and she gasps happily, two huge pink butterfly wings flutter slow and continuous keeping her in one spot.
Her wings are covered in different shades of pink scales, the very edge of her large fairy shaped wings are covered in light see-through scales that fade into a darker shade that swirl around an even darker shade, she realizes in awe that two huge eye like patterns adorn the bottom and inside of her new wings. If you only just glanced quickly at them they'd look real.
"Uh how do I control them?" Alvin glides past her his large hawk wings flapping lazily while he lays on his back arms tucked behind his head, "How do you move your arms and legs?" he questions grinning at her when she sticks her tongue out.
Inhaling deeply Brittany shifts her body, her wings respond shifting along with her commands, she smiles when she suddenly shoots forward her wings pushing down on the soft air current carrying her quickly through the air, "THIS IS AWESOME!" she cries happily as she does a corkscrew, Alvin grins and flies after her, before passing her, a silent challenge.
His stomach twists at the sight before him, how could he have let go so easily? He can't even remember how he managed to get out of the building in the first place, the warmth of blood seeps through his skin the thick liquid trickling off his metal appendages as he steps around the corpse to the still living creature a few feet away trying to crawl away.
The man makes a sound struggling to stand, his paw comes down on the man's leg, sickening snaps fill the air, as the human screams in agony twisting his torso around his wide eyes meet the creature's.
"You-you're Alvin?" the man says through a choked sob, the golden eyed rodent grimace's, "Kind of," he answers twisting his paw down, the man cries out as his broken bones are twisted through his skin spilling more crimson liquid onto the pavement, his coworker's body lays in a tattered mess a few feet away one of his arms barely hanging on his body, his face almost missing.
"Why a-are you d-doing this?" the man chokes out his world tipping as his heart pulses fresh with fear.
The chipmunk sniffs a small sob shaking his frame, "The memories scare me, that's why, I don't like them and I need someone to pay for it," the rodent replies coldly and completely in control, he's not taken over by Anti, he's not racked with emotions, he's simply bored and wants to take his anger out on something but he's sane enough not to attack his family.
"Y-You're a monster!" the man cries as Alvin walks around him until he's by the human's head, he leans over golden eyes blazing in the darkness of the night, he grins flashing razor sharp teeth, "I suppose so," the rodent agrees lips turning into a wicked snarl, fur bristling as he lunges forward teeth closing around the man's neck.
The man screams, his last sound on earth.
It needed more blood in my opinion but doubt they'll be more in the next chapter.
Alvin can be mean when he wants to be, he was born to be an assassin after all so it's programmed into him to kill, more chipmunk.
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