At long last I finished this! You're all in for some seriously shocking and disturbing scenes.
General POV
Theodore stood in a bed of dead leaves and pine needles. He timidly stepped forward, feeling the brittle blanket of brown and grey crackle beneath his feet. He looked up at his surroundings, his tiny heart already beginning to beat faster and faster. He was in a sparse pine wood forest, shrouded in a hazy mist of dense fog. When he looked up, the sky was pitch black, flashing with light from within the clouds occasionally.
Theodore's immediate thought was to call out to his brothers to find him. He was alone, and he was terrified of being alone anywhere.
"S-Simon! Alvin! Where are you?", he tried to say, but it was as if he'd only mouthed the words. He tried to speak again, but no sound could make it's way out of him.
He began to panic, and quickly turned about and ran blindly, not caring which way he was going or what lies ahead, so long as he got out of this forsaken place. Theodore ran for longer than he ever knew he could, his body working tirelessly as if his life depended on it.
Through the dense fog, Theodore caught a glimpse of something red. It was gone as fast as it had appeared though. He stopped running abruptly, feeling the pain and exhaustion hit him all at once. Theodore collapsed to his knees and paws, panting heavily. He gagged, feeling like he was about to puke.
Theodore looked up to find Alvin standing a few yards away from him. Alvin cocked his head to the side as if examining him, his face devoid of expression or emotion.
"Alvin...h-help me...please!", begged Theodore, but again his vocal cords just wouldn't respond. He was now trembling uncontrollably.
Alvin just stared at him though. His presence seemed unusual, almost...disturbing. The ground just beneath Alvin's feet was decaying to mold and ash. Life itself seemed to be sucked out of the air around him just by him being there. Suddenly he spoke, however his lips didn't move. Alvin's voice seemed to emanate from deep inside the earth, and was raspy as well as deeper than his normal voice. Every word racked the green-clad chipmunk's mind with immense pain, leaving him with a throbbing head ache.
"Theodore...I'm...", his lips parted revealing jagged blood stained teeth that lined his illuminated throat down into the depths of him, "...I'm...coming for you!", and then he turned and walked away, the ground turning black beneath his foot steps.
"A-Alvin? Alvin! Don't leave me here!", Theodore tried to say, this time coming out like a whisper.
Theodore struggled to climb to his feet, but it was as if he was frozen in place, helpless as his brother left him to die. But no. That hadn't been his real brother. Theodore was sure of that. What ever it was was controlling Alvin's actions, and he had to stop it! Theodore suddenly lost all strength in his arms and collapsed onto his face. He shuddered in defeat, letting loose the river of tears he'd been fighting to hold back. His cries seemed to be the only thing one could hear now, the little chipmunk's heavy sobs of neglect and abandonment, being forgotten.
"THEODORE! WAKE UP!", screamed a voice directly into Theodore's face. His eyes shot open to Simon, staring back at him. His face is contort with worry.
Theodore jumped up, hugging his eldest brother as real tears began to form in his eyes. Simon quickly pushed him away however, grabbing him firmly by the shoulders.
"Theodore, something's wrong with Alvin!", the blue-clad chipmunk exclaimed. Theodore's tears vanished quite quickly.
"Huh? W-what's happened to him?!", he replied.
"Just come over and look! H-he isn't breathing, and he's very cold."
The two chipmunks hopped up to the top of their bunk bed, landing right beside Alvin. Simon put his ear up to his troublesome brother's chest, listening for his heart beat.
"When did he stop breathing, Simon?", questioned Theodore, his eyes locked in place on Alvin. Simon looked up at his youngest brother.
"Th-Theo, his...", Simon swallowed, "Alvin's heart has stopped..."
Both chipmunks' blood had ran cold. A single thought played over and over in their mind, 'This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening!'. Suddenly, Alvin turned over, adjusting under his covers. Simon and Theodore snapped their attention back to Alvin again, shocked. Theodore then knocked the blue-clad chipmunk aside, grabbing Alvin's shoulder and rocked him violently.
"Alvin! Please wake up!", he yelled, this time waking Brittany. Alvin's eyes slowly parted before refocusing on Theodore.
"Simon? W-what are you doing?", Alvin moaned groggily, bringing his paws up to his eyes to rub the tired out of them.
Theodore stared at him confused, "Um, you mean Theodore."
"Um, right. Theodore I mean.", replied Alvin. Theodore shifted nervously while Simon went to listen to Alvin's heart again.
Simon sat back on his rump, his eyes bulging like saucers. "A-Alvin! Your heart still isn't beating...a-am I dreaming?", he quietly exclaimed.
"Ugh, what are you guys doing up at this hour?". Simon and Theodore both jumped slightly, startled by the new voice.
Alvin's eyes widened at the sight of Brittany, the faintest of smile crept into the crevices of his mouth. No one noticed.
"Brittany, something's wrong with Alvin. I-I'm not sure, but I think...I think his heart isn't beating.", replied Simon.
"WHAT?!", she squeaked, scurrying up next to Alvin as well. Simon and Theodore scooted over so Brittany had more room.
Alvin, made a confused look, although it seemed oddly artificial. "What are you guys talking about? I'm fine!", he objected. Simon brought his paw up to Alvin's neck to feel his pulse, but Alvin suddenly lashed out, knocking his hand away.
"I SAID I'M FINE! Get your fucking paws off me!", he yelled, his head then snapping to Theodore, "That goes for you too...", Alvin hissed.
Everyone was shocked by Alvin's sudden outburst, as well as the "word" he used. He'd never cursed before, not that any of them could remember. Simon was even more surprised by how hard he had hit him. Simon rubbed his wrist, hissing under his breath by the sharp pain he felt when touching it.
Theodore suddenly noticed that the sheets directly under Alvin were blackening, as if they'd been singed. 'O...Oh...no no nonononono', thought Theodore, his mouth dropping as he realized they'd been deceived.
"Y-you're not Alvin! WHAT ARE YOU!", he screamed. How on earth had Jeanette and Eleanor not woken up yet?
"Theodore? What are you talking about?!", exclaimed Brittany.
Suddenly, none of them doubted what Theodore had claimed the slightest bit as Alvin's fur turned pitch black and fell away from his even darker skin, although it was so black that you couldn't even see the texture of his skin. His mouth gaped open about half the size of his entire face and stretched across his cheeks to either side of his head in a horrendous grin. His eyes became swirling wells of darkness as he began to grow, literally! Muscles began to bulge out all over his body, Alvin's limbs stretching out and thickening by almost half a foot. The bed covers disintegrated over his body as he stood up...er, actually rose up like a demon from hell. All of this happened in less than a split second, his massive paws already clamped around the throats of both Simon and Brittany. They attempted to scream out for help but the stench of what ever had been pretending to be Alvin was absolutely putrid! Simon vomited all over the creatures hand and arm, gagging helplessly as his stomach contents vacated his body while air couldn't get in. Brittany fainted soon after, falling limp in this monstrosity's grasp. It turned to the trembling Theodore who had backed to the corner of the bed against the wall. The creature was so tall, it had to duck slightly to avoid the ceiling.
As it spoke, it was almost undecipherable. It wasn't squeaky like a chipmunk, nor normal like a human, but even deeper. Something liquid in it's throat gargled loudly as it almost failed to properly pronounce the two simple words.
"GREETINGS, FOOD!", it bellowed out.
Theodore shrieked in fear as it lunged at him, swallowing him whole.
*SCENE TRANSITION*
Simon gasped in pain, waking up to a sharp affliction in his entire right arm. His eyes shot open, looking up at the black fist his arm was caught in. He dangled helplessly from the shoulder of the creature that had been supposedly Alvin. He winced as the thing turned sharply left, making Simon's weight pull against it more with the added momentum. He certainly wasn't overweight, but it still hurt a lot, especially since he was dangling backwards so his elbow bent slightly against the back of the creature carrying him.
Suddenly, the black creature stopped, pulling Simon up from his shoulder effortlessly and tossed him forward by his arm. Simon yelped in pain, then screamed as he landed into the corner of something hard with a sickening crack, twisting over it and landing flat on his face in the dirt. Simon moaned into the earth, grinding his teeth to block out the agonizing gash in his back.
Simon yelped again as a foot connected with his side. "Get up! Now!", yelled a normal chipmunk voice, only it was spoken with a sinister tone.
The blue-clad chipmunk hissed in pain as he struggled to rise. He had only managed to get to his knees and paws when he was kicked again, this time in the side of the face. His pathetic grunt of pain was quickly followed by another cry of pain from beside him. He was to weak to look at the obvious fight that had erupted behind him, hearing the yells, screams, and fist falls of the struggle. A surprised grunt emitted, followed by the crash of something falling over.
"You get up while I'm still here, and I'll gouge out your fucking eyes.", spoke a different voice. Foot steps approached him.
Simon winced again when two paws sifted under his arm pits, lifting him, again effortlessly, to his feet. Before he knew who had picked him off the dirt, a filthy cloth was tied over his head, covering his eyes. Then another cloth bound Simon's paws together behind his back.
"Just shut up, and I'll guide you. Say a word, and you lose your tongue.", whispered the voice, but in a harsh manner. Simon grunted as a paw pushed him forward like he'd been punched in the back, but it had only a light shove. It had simply touched the bleeding gash he'd obtained on his arrival.
It was an effort just to stand, but Simon managed. He was pushed, shoved, yelled at and pulled from side to side as the unknown voice moved him to where ever he was to be taken. Simon whimpered as he felt a glob of something thick and reeking of decay land on the tip of his nose and across his cheek, followed by insane laughter a few yards to his right. The blinded chipmunk shuffled as he walked, afraid he would run into something and break his nose.
Simon was caught off guard when his captor kicked him behind his knees, of which he fell to with a cry of pain. Simon heard him walk off somewhere nearby, then the sound of fabric being ruffled. Simon was is too much pain to try to escape. All he could do was wait and pray that whatever these things were didn't kill him.
Suddenly he remembered Theodore and Brittany. 'Where are they! Are they ok?!', was his immediate thought. Simon began pulling against the restraints, desperate to free himself. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, they just wouldn't come loose. He gasped when the ruffling of fabric emitted again from where his captor had walked off to. Simon braced himself for the strike, but it didn't come. Relief coursed through his veins as the blind fold was removed, revealing the biggest chipmunk Simon had ever seen, crouched on it's haunches in front of him.
The chipmunk wasn't anything like the demonic abomination that had kidnapped him. He had normal pink skin, concealed in dark brown fur. His face and underbelly fur was a light and slightly rusty color, eyes colored bright red, ringed with tiny red veins from next to no sleep. The left ear was torn in half, lined with dried blood, and scars formed cross word puzzles along his arms, chest and legs. The only clothes he wore were a pair of torn up, reddish, dark grey shorts that barely hung past his hips. On a human, they'd be very awkward, but considering how short his legs are because he's a chipmunk, they look quite normal. The only similarity between him and the creature was his size. He towered over Simon several inches even as he crouched. Muscles rippled underneath the skin along his arms, legs and body, making him look even bigger.
The chipmunk lifted an arm to Simon's face, grabbing the top of his entire head and tilting it sideways, examining him. "This...will, uh...not be easy..." he said slowly, "You're gonna need a lot of work. The last chipmunk I got was a lot stronger, but his will power was literally pathetic." He let go of Simon's head, standing up to his full height of a foot and a half.
Simon desperately wanted to ask him what was going on, and what he'd mean't by will power or why he needed a lot of work, and work for what, but he was still too frightened to speak. Although now he was finally getting a good look at his surroundings.
Nothing alive grew here. The ground was nothing but grey dirt and rock, almost looking like he'd been brought into a black and white movie. The sky was just as desolate, pitch black...no moon...no stars...no sun or clouds. Just an endless void of hopelessness. The horizon was lined with mountainous terrain, enormous rock structures that jaggedly cut into the sky like the crooked hand of Satan reaching up from the bowels of the earth. Although where Simon stood, he was in a small clearing surrounded by two huts carved out of random materials like rock, wood logs, and a strange, dark purple rock that he eventually recognized as obsidian. If there was obsidian, that mean't this place was volcanically active. Not good. Around the huts were crates, tools of a large variety, bowls, more cloth and several other random things. Beyond that was a forest of rock. Spikes of earth that protruded out of the ground in thick clumps.
Simon was startled when he heard the chipmunk speak again, "Hey! Pay attention. Before I get into any details, we need to get to know each other and I'll explain my rules while you are here. First of all, my name is Bloodnick. You're unbelievably lucky to have been sent to my base camp. Any of the other twenty and you'd be royally fucked. Now, tell me your name."
Simon nervously answered the vulgar and brutal chipmunk, "I-I'm S-Simon. Um...are you going to kill me?", he stuttered, every fiber of his being shaking in fear.
"Hell no! Are you going to kill me, he says. I'm protecting you. And doing so by being harsh on you like I have. That itself is to protect me. I'm the only one who's ever fooled the rest of them into thinking I fell for the corruption, but I haven't. I want to try to make you survive as well. That's where will power comes in. Strength prevents the corruption from tearing you apart and that's that. So far you disgust me. Trembling like a little child.", he began to slowly pace around Simon, "Lesson one starts now. Toughen up. You are weak, scared, useless. I'm going to change that in a BIG fucking hurry. Your life depends on your cooperation, so you will do as I say, when I say, without hesitation. Also, do NOT attempt to escape. I'm your only hope, and if you are caught with out my presence, you will most likely be stripped naked then beaten, whipped, tortured, maybe even raped depending on who catches you, and in the end gutted and killed before being thrown into the lava rivers."
Simon shuddered in fear and disgust by what Bloodnick had just said. 'So there is volcanic activity here after all', he also thought.
"Now because your name isn't exactly...well...intimidating, you shall be assigned a new name. I'll work on thinking one up for you but for now, I'll just call you...Simeon (Sim-ee-un). You got it?", said Bloodnick. Simon nodded, a little overwhelmed by what was happening.
"...good. Now...do you see that hut over there?", Bloodnick pointed to the hut to the right of them, "That hut belongs to Bleek, who lives in this clearing with me. He's out to a meeting with another camp. He will be back in a hundred and sixty eight hours, so that should give us plenty of time to prove you aren't a complete wuss, maybe pack a little muscle in you. If he saw you now, I guarantee he wouldn't even give you a chance. Your head would be over there, your arms would be over there, and your left leg and half of your torso would be up there.", he said, pointing at various spots around the clearing, "And well...I've gotta eat too. The other half of you would be in my belly. Heh...that's how I got my name." Simon's eyes widened.
"Y-you're a cannibal?!", he exclaimed.
Bloodnick chuckled softly, "Yeah. I have, uh, quite a fetish for chipmunk meat. You don't have to worry about me chowing down on you. Not unless you die."
Simon shuddered as a horrid chill clawed up his spine. He felt like he was going to puke.
"Um, didn't you come here with a few others?", asked the carnivorous chipmunk. Simon nodded, "And they are?"
"They're my family. A-Alvin, Brittany, and...oh no, Theodore! He won't last a day here!"
"Wait, I'm sorry but did you say Brittany? That...sounds an awful lot like...a girl."
Simon's attention had be siphoned completely however upon remembering his innocent, baby brother. All he could think about was his safety. But he also cringed in unrelenting fury, knowing there was nothing he could do to help him.
"Simeon...I'm sorry. Your friends are doomed. I'm assuming Theodore is perhaps your little brother? Well, he is already dead. Brittany will have a more...degrading fate, and you'll just have to hope and pray Alvin is strong enough to survive. But all of that is irrelevant. All that matters from this point on is that you do as I say. You have a lot of progress to make, and little time to achieve it.", said Bloodnick. He stepped up behind Simon and untied the last restraints. Simon rubbed his wrists quietly while he mentally seethed.
"Ugh...", Bloodnick rubbed his forehead as he groaned, "I'm...going to go rest for a while. I've been awake for over forty eight hours now.", he sighs, "You'll sleep in Bleek's Hut for now. When I wake up, training starts. You'll be awake and hard at work for at least a straight twenty four hours. We say hours here because there is no day, Simeon. You'd better get used to that.", and then he walked off, dissipating behind the cloth veil that hung over the door way of his hut.
Simon promised himself that he would find a way to save his brothers and Brittany. He had no idea what had actually become of Alvin. All he could do was hope he was still alive. Simon mentally sobbed, crying his heart out, and a single tear fell from his eye, landing against the dirt to be immediately absorbed into the barren earth. He wiped his now filthy sleeve over his eyes, trying to calm down. Some how in his heart, he just knew that what Bloodnick said about Theodore wasn't true. He was still alive. But...if he was, how long could he last?
*SCENE TRANSITION*
Theodore vomited all over himself, coating his already slime drenched body and the hard earth he lay on in lumpy bile. He quivered in disgust, followed by what must have been the one hundredth scream as he felt a paw clamp around his small ankle and dragged him along the dirt for a second before being lifted off the ground. Theodore flailed wildly in a pathetic attempt to free himself, screaming his head off. He felt himself being let go suddenly, plummeting to the hard earth just as he had when the black creature regurgitated him. Theodore's head cracked against a rock before toppling backwards a few times. As if that wasn't enough, he fell off a ledge just as his roll ended and hit the dirt below.
Theodore had never felt so much pain in his entire life. It was so shocking that he couldn't manage more than a labored whimper, tentatively rubbing the back of his head. When he brought his paw up in front of him, it was covered in blood. His blood.
He looked up, his eyes widening as several massive chipmunks approached him, "GET UP! NOW!", ordered one of them.
Theodore bolted upright onto his feet, not daring to disobey their commands, rather than risk being hit. The chipmunk simply pointed behind Theodore towards the mouth of a cave, which cut into a huge rock formation. A faint, orange glow emitted from deep inside. Theodore speed walked into the cave, being careful to keep ahead of the chipmunks following him. When Theodore rounded a corner, he found himself in a small but long cavern. Iron bins sat randomly among the crowd of over sized chipmunks, filled with burning trash. Wooden, rock and iron tables lined the cavern, and a long clump of rock only about half a foot tall ran across the entire length of the cavern to his left. Chipmunks stood behind it, sifting around through tools, supplies and what not. The air reeked of rotting or burnt flesh, so overpowering that Theodore forgot about what was behind him.
He yelped in pain as he felt a foot connect with his rump, sending him flying forward to face plant onto the dirt. Theodore did his best to ignore the excruciating throbbing he now felt in his backside, groaning when he stood up and backed away from the chipmunks that were surrounding him. One of them stepped forward, shoving the others out of his way.
"Well kid, what can you do that will be helpful to us. The last one was practically useless.", he said, folding his bulky arms over his furry chest.
Theodore hesitated, almost earning him a smack in the back of his head as he began to speak, "Um, I-I can cook...", he said, his voice so small and weak that you could have heard a pin drop from outside.
"Hmmm, that's convenient. We were short on a chef since the last one was identified as a traitor, and this is in fact the mess hall for our camp. Take a position behind the rock over there and begin preparing food immediately. If you eat any of the food, we will gut you and cut out your tongue. If you talk to anyone, we will destroy your ears and gouge out your eyes. If you attempt to leave, your throat will be slit. Now GO!", he yelled, Theodore instantly running over to the rock counter.
Theodore stumbled over his feet multiple times while rushing over behind the counter. The rock had been carved into, cutting out two slots filled with rusty pots, wooden bowls, and iron vats filled with raw meat, plant roots and a yellowish, leafy vegetable he couldn't recognize. The chipmunks hadn't told Theodore what to make, but he knew he would have to make do with what he knew. He sifted through the various containers and boxes, managing to find several different spices and seasonings he could use to tweak and perfect the meals.
When he looked up, he noticed everyone staring at him. A cold sweat rolled down his neck, making him quiver at the horrid chills in his spinal cord. One of the chipmunks, a terrifyingly large and burly one, stood up from an obsidian table and trudged over to him. Theodore backed away in fear as it started speed walking over to the rock counter and slammed a poorly made cup on the counter.
The chipmunk's left eye was stitched shut, slightly caving in, "Hi...", he said plainly in a mildly high pitched and mangled voice, "I see you're the new cook." A faint malevolent tone crawled among his words.
Theodore's voice was so weak and timid, it made the thug standing in front of him sound like walking boom box, "U-um...yes. I'm Th-Theodore. Wha'd you like me to cook for you?", said Theodore, unable to contain his fear. He spoke frantically, stuttering almost in every sentence.
"Well, particularly I'd like to just eat you. You're small. You'd make a tasty treat, but I've just never liked the taste of myself. Why don't you surprise me. I'm gonna come back here it three minutes, and when I do, I expect to see a heaping plate of the most delicious food I've tasted my whole life. If you disappoint me...well...lets just say you'd better know how to swim in lava.", he began walking back to his table, "Remember! Three Minutes!", he yelled over his shoulder.
Theodore's little paws had never moved so fast, nor had he ever made a meal as quick as he did his entire life.
*SCENE TRANSITION*
Alvin hung helplessly from the dark, rock wall, swaying ever so slightly from the rusting iron chains that were bent tightly about his wrists, cutting into his fur coated flesh. He was in a pitch black room, nothing to let him know he was even still in the mortal world but the tinkering of the chains that held him and the revolting rot of a decaying corpse. Alvin gagged, now fully awake. The last thing he remembered...he had been asleep in his brothers and the chipettes' room.
Alvin had been snoring softly in his warm bed, his nose or ear twitching occasionally. A slight, cheeky grin formed across his furry face, for the dreams of him and his brothers in the old days. The days when they'd yet to meet the chipettes...the days before they went to live with "uncle Ian". Those days had been the most memorable his entire life...just him, Simon, Theodore and Dave. One little happy family.
Alvin had suddenly snapped out of his dream realizing he was awake. He heard his brothers and the chipettes snoring as peacefully as he'd been, and the night fan made a gentle whirling noise from the corner of the room. His eyes slowly parted, the white ceiling of their room staring back into his golden eyes.
Alvin hopped down from his bunk, landing with a barely audible thud on the beige carpet. He slipped out the door and trudged sleepily into the kitchen, where he then jumped onto the counter and opened the cupboard. His mouth was bone dry, so he'd gone there to get some water. He poured himself a small glass and took a swig of it, testing the temperature before gulping down the rest.
Back in his room, the dark creature loomed over the sleeping Jeanette, watching here chest rise and fall with every breath. When it had materialized into the room, Alvin had just left. The first thing it noticed was the blue and green clad chipettes stirring. Alvin had almost awakened them, and they could ruin it's mission if they woke. The creature leaned in slowly, gently placing it's putrid black paw over Jeanette's mouth. She gasped at the touch, her eyes fluttering open in shock...and then absolute unrelenting fear.
"SHHHHHHHH...", it whispered, although still as loud as ever.
Jeanette attempted to scream, but the horrid stench of the black chipmunk kept her from breathing in or out more than a few short, stuttered breaths. It ran it's other paw through her head fur, it's dark claws scraping softly on the pink skin beneath. Suddenly it's paw glowed a blackish crimson, then seemed to dissolve into her, slipping past her skull and stroking her brain. Jeanette quivered violently, her bladder emptying underneath the bed covers before she passed out.
Eleanor's eyes slowly opened, her eyes rolling over to the chipmunks' bunk bed. She squinted in the dim light of the room, seeing that Alvin had left his bed. She was about to get up and look for him when she noticed something move in the corner of her eye. She wondered if she'd only imagined it...then Eleanor's eyes widened. It was to late to scream as the black hand brushed over her lips, rubbing the tip of her nose. She gagged and coughed, about to vomit when the paw pushed into her mouth, a single finger penetrating the roof of her mouth and into her brain. Eleanor instantly blacked out as her eyes rolled back into her head...and she fell back against the covers again.
Alvin wiped his mouth before setting the glass into the sink and bounded back into the living room and down the hall to their room. He jumped up to his bunk and pulled the covers over his head without even glancing at the other bunks. Had Alvin actually looked, he'd have seen the dark figure that stood in the shadow of the corner of the room...the moon light passing by him and bathing the rest of the bed room in silver light. Alvin closed his eyes, shrouding the rest of the world with his thoughts and letting himself fall into the peaceful void of his mind.
Alvin felt the bed sheets pull away, smiling as he opened his eyes.
"Hey Brit-", he began to whisper when he felt a large paw clamp around his throat.
Alvin's eyes doubled in size, gaping in horror at the pitch black chipmunk that knelt over him. The clawed paw tightened, crushing his windpipe and cutting off all air. Alvin squirmed helplessly, frightened out of his wits that out of all times, when everything was going so well for them, that he would die now. Alvin let out a raspy squeak of pain and fear, then everything went dark.
Alvin looked up abruptly as he snapped out of the horrid memory, his ears perking outward at the sound of a bang beyond him in the darkness. Suddenly, light flooded the room as a door opened far away from him on the other side of the room with a deafening creak of straining iron. The light from outside didn't illuminate everything, but it did reveal that he was at the end of a long corridor, everything covered in grime and filth. A figure stood in the doorway, carrying what looked like a weapon of some sort, only the blade is anything but steel. As the figure approaches Alvin, he notices that it was actually a chipmunk, a frighteningly large one on that matter. It's covered in dark grey fur along it's back, while the front and face is a lighter grey. He lifts his weapon off the ground with every other step, bringing it back down again with a muffled thud against the dirt. The blade atop it jutted outward from the long staff-like handle and seemed to glow ever so slightly in the dim light, it's color a purplish sheen. It was a scythe.
The chipmunk walked up, only a couple inches away from Alvin's face. He could smell his rancid breath...hot and decaying. "Is this the first one you brought here?", he said, obviously not to Alvin.
A terrifying and deep voice answered back seemingly out of nowhere, "YES. IT'S CALLED ALVIN", the voice replied, booming into the silent room.
'Who are you calling "it"?', thought Alvin as the grey chipmunk acknowledged the voice, "Alvin, huh? Well...Alvin...welcome to the world of The Cataclysm, our supreme ruler. As I have heard from the Corruption here, you put up quite a fight for such a weakling. It couldn't even take control of your body, since you apparently have a highly strong sense of will power...Heh...we'll see about that.", the huge chipmunk whipped the scythe around, shredding the chains just above Alvin's wrists. Alvin landed on his feet but found no strength in his tiny legs, crumpling to his knees.
"By the way, you will refer to me always and only as Bleek"
Well that once an abrupt change in the story now wasn't it? Report any errors you come across and please review, telling me what you think of this so far. Also, make sure to check out the music video I posted that pertains to this story with the following link, "Drowning Pool-Tear Away (Special) (Chipmunks Version)". I'll work on writing the next chapter as soon as I can, but I'll probably take a break first. Until then next time.
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