Here is the second chapter.
This story is a reboot, so I won't give title to the chapters. And probably I can't update so fast, because I have to write the plot according to the movie.
In some scenes, I changed the plot, because the main difference: Alvin is the main character and not Alvin. And I changed the dialogues in some places, because it fitted in the chipmunk version.
Las Vegas. 36 hours later.
In a private room of a casino was many people and chipmunks. They were waiting for the star of the night.
But before he arrived a screen showed up and a film was played about him.
Alvin Seville. Visionary. Genius. American patriot. From his twenties, he recognized the capacity of his mind and developed many of his brilliant ideas. We can thank him so many things: Creating smarter weapons, advancing robotic satellite targeting, the next generation of the rocket engines.
Today Alvin Seville has changed the face of the weapon industry by ensuring freedom and protecting America and her interests around the globe.
In the end of the film, the people applauded. When the lights were turned up, a very famous person stepped up on the stage, to the podium.
He was the admiral of the Seventh Fleet. He was Admiral Simon Seville.
He jumped up on the podium and pulled the microphone down on his level.
- Good evening, everybody! I believe all of us know why we are here. This meeting is for someone who did lot for America. As an admiral of the American Navy, I've had the unique privilege of serving with a real patriot.
He is my best friend and… It's hard to tell, but he is my brother.
Ladies and Gentle men, it is my honor to present this year's Apogee Award to Mr. Alvin Seville.
Simon held up the crystal award; on the top of it was the Earth.
The guests applauded and waited for Alvin. But he didn't show up.
Simon looked Quinn Stone, the acting manager of Alvin's company. But he just shook his head.
Simon looked around, but Alvin wasn't there. Quinn stood up and walked up on the stage. Simon gave the Award to him.
- Thank you, Admiral! – He thanked.
- Thanks for save. – Whispered Simon.
- This is beautiful. Thank you. Thank you all very much. – Said Quinn. -This is wonderful.
He stopped and looked at the guests.
- Well, I'm not Alvin Seville.
Everybody laughed.
- I'm not even a chipmunk. I mean, look at me. This award is smaller than my little finger.
Laughing again.
- Never mind. You know, if I were Alvin, I would tell you how honored I feel and what a joy it is to receive this very prestigious award.
Alvin, you know, the best thing about him is also the worst thing. He is always working.
Of course, Quinn was wrong. Alvin wasn't working. He was doing something else, somewhere else. He was dicing in the casino.
He stood on the edge of the table. Three, chipmunk sized dice was in his paw. He shook and threw them. He got nine. It wasn't good; he lost.
The brown furred chipmunks hit his own head with his paw.
He got the dices again and shook them. But before he could throw them, he was interrupted.
- You're unbelievable. – Simon's voice came behind from Alvin.
The rich chipmunk looked at his brother.
- Oh, no! Did they rope you into this? – Asked Alvin and drank his martini.
- Nobody roped me into anything.
- I'm sorry… - Alvin tried to apologize,
- But, - Simon continued. – They told me that if I presented you with an award, you'd be deeply honored.
- Of course I'd be deeply honored. And it's you. It's great. – Said Alvin and looked away for a moment. – So when do we do it?
Simon brought the award out and gave it to Alvin.
- It's right here.
Alvin took the award and his face was surprised.
- That was easy. Um… I'm so sorry!
- Yeah, it's okay.
Alvin gave the award to a chipette who stood next to him.
- Would you look that? That's something else. I don't have any of those floating around. – He said sarcastically and pushed some of his checks into bet ($20,000). - We're gonna let it ride.
He gave the dices in his paw to the chipette and she blew onto them.
Then he gave the dices to Simon.
- You too. – He said.
- I don't blow on a man's dice. Not even if he is my brother. – Simon protested and knocked the dices out of Alvin's paw.
- Admiral Simon Seville rolls. – Exclaimed Alvin. – And… Oh!
It was four. Not enough again.
- Worse things have happened. – Said Alvin without worrying. – I think we're gonna be fine. Color me up, William!
Simon, Alvin and his bodyguards started to walk toward the exit.
Simon's car parked near to the North exit.
- This is where I exit. – He said.
- All right. – Said Alvin.
Simon turned back and pointed to Alvin.
- Tomorrow don't be late.
- You can count on it. – Said Alvin flippantly.
- I'm serious, Alvin.
- I know, I know. – Said Alvin flippantly again and walked toward the exit.
In the car park parked his dark red Rolls Royce Phantom.
The bodyguards surrounded him, when he was getting in.
But before he could get in, a chipette voice came behind from him.
- Mr. Seville. Excuse me, Mr. Seville. Christine Everhart, Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?
Alvin bent to one of his bodyguards and asked him:
- Is she cute?
- I don't know, sir. I'm not a chipmunk. – He looked at the chipette. – She looks pretty.
Alvin jumped out of the car, next to the chipette.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Yeah. Okay, go!
- You have been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that? – Asked the press chipette.
- Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint. – Said Alvin seriously, with cool face.
- And what do you say to your other nickname? 'The Merchant of Death.'
- That's not bad. – Said Alvin, playing with his tie. – Let me guess. Berkley?
- Brown, actually.
- Well, Ms. Brown, it's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace. I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals.
- Rehearse that much? – Asked the press with annoying face.
- Every night, in front of the mirror before bedtime.
- I can see that. – Said the chipette.
- I'd like to show you first-paw.
- All I want is a serious answer.
- Okay, here's serious. An old proverb say: "peace means having bigger stick than the other guy."
- That's a great line coming from the guy selling the sticks.
- My brother defeated the rebels in Micronesia. He worked on the fusion weapons. A lot of people, including you professors at Brown, would call that being a hero.
- And a lot of people would also call that war profiteering.
- Tell me, do you plan to report on the millions we've saved by advancing medical technology or kept from starvation with our intelli-corps? All those breakthroughs, military funding, honey.
- You ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?
- I'd be prepared to lose a few with you.
For a while the chipette and Alvin looked into each others eyes.
Half hours later they were 'playing' in Alvin's bed in his villa.
At the morning Christine woke up in Alvin's bed. The lights were turned out automatically and the windows looked like huge screens. Looking out them the sea was visible.
A strange sound was audible.
- Good morning. It's 7:00 AM. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 AM.
Christine got up and began to look for Alvin. The house was huge. It was built in the beach on the top of a cliff over the sea.
It looked life a house from the 22nd century. But she clearly knew she was still in the 21st century.
- Alvin! – She didn't get answer. – Hey Alvin?
He noticed a little display on the wall next to a door. She walked to it and curiously touched it. A short alarm sound was audible and the, strange voice.
- You're not authorized to access this area.
The chipette jumped back in surprise.
Then a moment later a familiar voice came from behind. It was Brittany Miller's voice.
- That's Sirius. He runs the house.
Christine just watched Brittany.
- I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go.
- You must be the famous Brittany Miller.
- Indeed I am.
- After your common career as rock stars, Alvin still has you picking up the dry-cleaning.
- I do anything and everything that Mr. Seville requires, including occasionally, taking out the trash.
Brittany always called Alvin "Mr. Seville" in front of civilian people. She didn't want anybody to know her real feelings. It was too dangerous according to Alvin's job.
Christine smiled.
- Will that be all? – Brittany asked with a fake smile.
Inside her, she wanted to rape the girl to peaces. But it would've been immature.
A few hours later in Alvin's laboratory.
From the speakers, loud music was audible.
Alvin was a genius and he loved the modern things; but he even loved the old and retro things. Mainly the cars were his favorite, retro things.
He was working in the laboratory and tried to develop the engine of a Chevrolet Camaro from 2008. In 2030, it was an old car; there were much more modern and faster cars, but Alvin loved this one. (And of course this car was chipmunk sized.)
He took out the carburetor using a ratchet. He took a look at it and put it next to him.
A big screen was in front of him and the picture of the engine was on it.
- Give me an exploded view. – Instructed Alvin.
The picture of the engine changed and the components of it were visible.
- The compression in cylinder three appears to be low.
- Log that. – Said Alvin and tried to reach a detail.
Brittany arrived. She activated the holographic panel on the door and typed in her personal code. The door opened.
She was phoning with someone.
- I'm gonna try again, right now. – She said.
She went to the hi-fi equipment and turned down.
- Please don't turn down my music.
Brittany pushed the red button on her cell phone. She ignored Alvin's compliment.
- You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now.
- How'd she take it? – Alvin asked referring to Christine.
- Like a champ.
Alvin stood up, walked to the washbasin and washed his paws.
- Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?
- Your flight was scheduled to leave two hours ago.
- That's funny. – Said Alvin. – I thought with it being my plane and all that it would just wait for me to get there.
- Alvin, I need to speak to you about couple of things before I get you out of the door.
Alvin pretended, he didn't hear what Brittany said and began to look for something.
- Doesn't it kind of defeat that whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?
Brittany ignored his comment again. She knew he was just complaining like a big baby.
- Larry called. He's got another buyer for the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no.
Alvin stopped what he was doing and looked and Brittany. He thought.
- Is it a good representation of his spring period?
- No. The Spring was actually the neighborhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked not the 'spring' like the season.
- So? – Asked Alvin with elevated eyebrow.
- I think it's fair example. I think it's incredibly overpriced.
. I need it. Buy it. Store it. – Alvin said and began to walk toward his own fridge. (Filled with ginger ale.)
Brittany picked the point on her list.
- Okay. The MIT commencement speech…
- It is in June. Please, don't harangue me about that's way, way down.
- They're haranguing me, so I'm gonna say yes.
- Deflect it and absorb it. – Said Alvin. – Don't transmit it back to me.
He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of ale. He opened it using his claws and drank from it.
Brittany gave a paper to Alvin with a pen.
- I need you to sign this before you get on the plane.
Alvin signed the paper; Brittany put it away.
- Brittany, what are you trying to get rid of me for? What you got plans?
- As a matter of fact, I do.
- I don't like it when you have plans.
- I'm allowed to have plans on my birthday.
- It's your birthday? – Asked Alvin without interest; but it was audible, deep in his voice.
- Yes.
- I knew that. Already?
- Yeah. Isn't it strange? It's the same day as last year.
- Get yourself something from me.
- I already did.
- And? – Asked Alvin curiously.
- It was very nice.
- Really?
- Yes. It was very tasteful. Thank you, Alvin.
- You're welcome, Brittany. – Said Alvin.
He drank the rest of his ale and threw the empty bottle directly into the trash.
He walked to his black Audi RGT4, got in and pulled away as fast as the thunder.
In the motorway, he didn't care the speed limit. He was the big and famous Alvin Seville. If the policeman had noticed him, he would've ignored him. He was too rich and too famous.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the Malibu airport and parked next to his own plane. It was developed by him. He got out and climbed the stairs.
Simon was waiting for him.
- What's wrong with you? – Asked the blue clad admiral chipmunk. – Three hours! Alvin, three hours.
- Sorry! I missed the bus. – Said Alvin and passed Simon.
- Hey, you got me standing here for three hours.
- Calm down, bro! – Said Alvin and exclaimed to the pilots. – Come on guys! Wheels up! Rock and Roll!
Thirteen hours later Alvin arrived at a little, military base in Afghanistan. His plane was very different from the other planes.
He got out and greeted the general of the base. Then he was driven to the place of the presentation.
It was in the middle of the desert.
He stood in front of a little unit of the soldiers.
- Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both?
He turned left and looked at three rockets in the launcher. Then he turned back, toward the soldiers.
- With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Seville Industries' Future Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate our Electro Magnetic Wave technology.
They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how my brother did it. That's how America does it. And it's worked out pretty well so far.
Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee you that bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves.
The launcher was activated.
The targeting system locked the coordinates of the target and held the rockets. One of the four rockets was launched. It climbed high. And then, it exploded, leaving a huge, blue cloud in mid-air. It shone in the light blue sky; thunders were shooting from the cloud.
- For your consideration, the Blue Death.
The shockwave of the rocket's explosion reached the soldiers. Their caps flew off of their heads; Alvin just stood there and smiled. He was proud of his new weapon.
The soldiers applauded.
Alvin walked to a metal container, opened it typing in his personal code and the container opened. A tray showed up an on it were three glasses of whiskey and a bottle.
- I'll be throwing one of these in with every each purchase of 500 million or more. – He said and swallowed a few from his whiskey. – To the peace.
He walked to the armored car and jumped into it through the window.
Suddenly his brother, Simon showed up. He stood at the window.
- Hey Alvin.
- I'm sorry, this is the 'fun-vee.' The 'hum-drum-vee' is back there. – Said Alvin ignoring the presence of Simon.
Simon ignored his brother's comment.
- Nice job. – He said and jumped onto the ground.
Pain, pain, pain. calmness. Pain, pain, screams, yells, the smell of the blood, pressure in his chest. The touch of metal. Pain. Electric shock.
Head ache, numbed members, a strange smell. Pain again, coldness, pain.
He wasn't able to breath. A few minutes later, he was. Pain.
Then he was unconscious.
He woke up in the dark. He couldn't see anything and he didn't hear anything only his own breathing.
Alvin slowly turned his head left and saw a metal glass. He held his arm out, but he dropped it down from the table to the floor.
Looking up, he saw a man shaving. The man looked like he didn't notice Alvin's movement.
Alvin tried to turn on his side, but he felt something held him back and his chest hurt.
A voice came from somewhere; it wasn't the man.
A moment later a fennec fox showed up.
- I wouldn't do it if I were you.
Alvin didn't do anything. He looked at his chest and it was bound. Gauze dressing covered it.
Alvin didn't hesitate; he rapped the gauze dressing and revealed a big, ugly machine operated into his chest.
The fennec watched him calmly and spoke up.
- I think you should have a rest.
Two hours later, the man whom Alvin saw began to make dinner. Alvin has been in silence since he saw the machine inside his body.
The fennec sat next to him and put a plate in front of him.
- What the hell did you do to me? – Alvin asked, looking at the machine.
- What we did? – Asked the man. – What we did is to save your life.
The fennec continued.
- You know the Electro Magnetic Impulse don't you?
- Of course I do.
- The rocked which impacted next to you, was one of your last weapons. Do you remember?
- Yes. It was the Thunder T2. Why?
- It damaged your heart. The electric wave damaged the musculature of your heart sorely. We had to operate titanium needles into the heart and connect this magnet into your chest. It sends electric impulses to the needles and they run your heart.
- Couldn't my heart beat without it? – Asked Alvin.
- It could, for one or two weeks. – Answered the man.
Alvin zipped the jacket what he was wearing and looked around.
In a corner he noticed a camera.
- That's right. – Said the fennec. – Smile.
- You met once him. – Said the man. – At a technical conference in Bern.
- I don't remember.
- No you wouldn't. – Said the fennec. – If I had been that drunk I wouldn't have been able to stand, much less give a lecture on Artificial Intelligence.
Alvin knew he had been drunk, but he didn't know he had been that drunk. He remembered to the conference, but he didn't remember to the fennec and the man.
- Where are we? – He asked.
Before he got answer, shouts and yells were audible from behind the metal door of the cavern where they were.
The fennec took his shoulder and made him stand up.
- Come on, stand up! Put your paws up. Do as I do. – He demanded.
A dozen of men came in. One of them was bald and he had evil face. The leader of the group stepped forward.
Alvin recognized the weapons in the terrorists' heads.
- Those are my guns. – He said. – How did they get my guns?
- Do you understand me? Do as I do!
The leader spoke up in a foreign language and Alvin didn't understand it.
- Köszöntöm Alvin Seville-ot! A leghíresebb tömeggyilkost, Amerika történelmében.
The fennec's friend translated.
- He says. 'Welcome, Alvin Seville, the most famous murderer in the history of America.'
The leader spoke again.
- Megtiszteltetés.
- He is honored. – Translated the fennec.
- És most, arra kérem, építse meg a rakétát!
- He wants you to build the missile.
- Építse meg a Kék Halál rakétát, amit bemutatott!
- The Blue Death missile what you demonstrated.
The terrorist leader gave a picture to the fennec and he gave it to Alvin.
- This one.
Alvin thought for a second.
- I refuse.
The leader understood Alvin's answer without translating. He said something in Mongolian and one of the men stepped to Alvin. He grabbed his tail, took him to barrel in a corner of the cavern and dropped him into the water in it.
Then he took him out. He repeated it four times.
After that torture, they covered Alvin's head with a sac.
Alvin felt, he was held tightly and they were going to somewhere.
His chest hurt. Probably the magnet in his chest irritated his meat.
He felt the sun as it burned his body. The sac was taken off of his head; the light of the sun burned his eyes. He couldn't see anything.
But he was thrown down to the ground. Luckily the fennec carried the battery which ran the magnet after him.
He walked and followed the terrorist leader.
They were walking in a camp. It looked a chaos, but it was very organized.
Every each shelter was filled with Alvin's stolen weapons: rockets, guns, machineguns, grenades, etc.
They stopped somewhere and the man looked at Alvin.
- Mit gondol? – He asked.
- He wants to know what you think. – The fennec translated.
- I think you got a lot of my weapons. – Alvin said; the friend of the fennec translated.
- Mindegy. Készítsen egy listát mindarról, amire szüksége van és mi megadjuk.
- He wants you to make a list of materials. They have everything you need to build the missile.
- Kezdjen neki a munkának most azonnal! Amint végez, elengedjük. Mehet, amerre akar.
- He says for you to start working immediately, and when you're done, he will set you free.
Alvin asked the friend of the fennec to lift him up. The chipmunks shook paw with the leader and talked to the fennec.
- No he won't. – Said Alvin knowing the terrorist doesn't understand what he says.
- No he won't. – Said the fennec.
In the evening, Alvin, the fennec and the fennec's friend were sitting on their home-made chairs; they were eating their 'luxury' dinner.
Alvin was thinking about his family. Were the looking for him, were they missing him, were they thinking about him?
Like he read in Alvin's mind, the fennec spoke up.
- I'm sure they're looking for you, Seville. But they will never find you in these mountains.
Alvin heard the fennec's words, but he didn't say anything to them.
The fennec's friend spoke up.
- Look what you just saw. That is your legacy, Seville. Your life's work is in then hands of those murderers. Is that how you want to go out? Is it the last act of defiance of the great Alvin Seville? Or are you going to do something about it?
- Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, you, all of us either way. And if they don't, I'll probably be dead in a week.
- Well, then, - Said the fennec. – this is a very important week for you, isn't it?
To the next day, Alvin made a list of the materials. He got everything.
He told where he wanted to work and the friend of the fennec translated everything.
In the middle of a day, he was sitting on a table, next to one of his rockets. He tried to open it, picking the head of the rocket off.
The fennec jumped up, next to him and stopped Alvin.
- Hey, I'm the member of a stronger race than you are. Let me open it.
Alvin nodded.
The fennec wrapped himself around the head of the rocket and strained himself. The head was picked off.
Alvin nodded as a 'thank you' and walked to the opened rocket. He grabbed a detail and pulled it out. It looked like the framework. He searched for something and picked it out. Then he threw the rest of the detail away.
A little piece of metal was in his paw.
- What's that? – Asked the fennec.
- That's palladium, 0.15 grams. We need at least 1.6 so why don't you go to break down the other 11 rockets? Your paws are small enough to reach the palladium in the processor. Your friend's hands are too big.
The fennec went to break down the rockets.
In one hour, the rockets were broke down and they had 1.6 grams of palladium. They put it into a melting pot and put the pot into the fire. They had to wait, so they talked.
- What do I call you two?
- My name is Yinsen. – Said the man. – My friend is Pjotr.
- Nice to meet you.
A few hours later the palladium melted in the fire. Yinsen took the pot with grapple and walked to the table where a mold waited for the fluid palladium.
- Careful. – Warned Alvin. – We only get one shot at this.
- Relax. – Said Pjotr. – He has steady hands. Why do you think you're still alive?
Yinsen leaked the palladium into the mold.
Two hours later it was solid again. Alvin took the hardened palladium ring out of the mold and watched it very carefully.
In case you didn't notice it, when the terrorists spoke, I wrote it in Hungarian. Let me explain why.
In the film, I think they spoke in Arabic or Turkish (I don't know). I had to use a language which is spoken by neither of you. So you don't understand it.
Well, I speak English and Hungarian. I didn't have other choice; I used my mother language.
Just an interesting thing: In the Iron Man 1, one of the guards really spoke in Hunagrian. Did you noticed it? :) I noticed it, when I watched the film in English.