Alvin and the Chipmunks Fanfic "Imperfect Castaway"

Chapter 13: Redemption Road

A/N: I AM REALLY, REALLY SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING SINCE NOVEMBER!!! I've been busy writing and sending in my applications to CBU (California Baptist University, not Cal State Baptist, sorry, I was thinking about Cal State schools) and busy with homework. Please forgive me for not updating sooner, and I also thank you for your patience.

Also, the story is now more than halfway done. I should be writing 6-7 more chapters before I start writing the sequel and…

OOPS!!! Guess I spoke too soon. Your reviews have really made this story successful as I hope this story gets 50 when it is completed, plus I want the story to continue if y'all don't mind.

By the way, I just wanted to update this chapter so I wouldn't have to keep y'all waiting too long. You guys are in for a good surprise come Chapter 14, which I shall update either tomorrow or Tuesday.

One last thing… TODAY IS THE 6-MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE CREATION OF THIS STORY, so that is why I wanted to update today. Well, I've said enough.

Remember, Chapter 14!!! Enjoy the chapter.

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The next morning, Alvin was the first to wake up and circumnavigated the island one last time. He stared at the morning sky and pictured Brittany's lovely face in the clouds. He vowed last night that he would get off this island and was not going to leave the way he entered.

He kicked another pebble and, seeing how his shirt was already in rags, decided to rip it off and cover a scar he had on his arm from when he accidently scratched it on a jagged boulder. He was now shirtless and, with the facial hair he had, looked like a chipmunk version of Jesus.

He kicked the pebble until it came to a halt on a 10ft long log, with Ocker standing on top of it, smiling.

"Oh, no! Ocker, not the boulder again!" complained Alvin.

"You must finished whaut you staurted Mista Aulvin, or in your case, finished whaut you hauven't staurted".

"Save the criticism for later!" yelled Alvin, now standing on the log.

Everything would be fine until ten seconds later he lost his balance and fell off of the log.

"Damn it! I still can't balance myself properly on this damn thing!" yelled Alvin.

Ocker felt guilty that Alvin still lacks perfect balance. Then, he got an idea.

"Aulvin, could you please staund on the log again?"

Alvin didn't hesitate and did what he was told. His feet were together; knees were locked and had his head down. He started to lose his balance again, when he immediately tripped again. Ocker saw his posture and was utterly outraged.

"There's your problem Mista Aulvin. You hauve your knees locked and bent, feet together, shoulders up, and face down".

Ocker thought of an idea to get Alvin to balance just right.

"Why don't you separate your feet by, say, 45 degrees apart, stand straight up, relaux your shoulders and keep your head facing up".

Without a doubt, Alvin positioned himself well, waited a few seconds, took heavy breaths and… did not fall off the log.

"Hey, I'm still standing!" yelled a happy Alvin.

"Your previous posture was very poor, and thaut waus the reason why you couldn't maintain a perfect baulance. This new posture will keep you staunding for a good period of time, believe me it will", said Ocker.

Alvin gently got off the log with a sense of victory and accomplishment, also smiling at Ocker.

Ocker returned the smile then said… "Now, moving on…"

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For the past five weeks, Alvin and Ocker were "mastering" the Way of the Munk. Everything that Alvin had failed in the previous, he succeeded by learning his way up and got better at everything every day.

Alvin had learned to be more flexible (and not get stuck after doing a perfect split); be quicker and have a perfect hand-eye coordination, dodging anything Ocker threw at him; be more agile and have better agility and sense, meaning Alvin could now detect anything coming towards him; and whenever he got tired, learned a proper breathing technique that helped him support his lungs and maintain strength to continue to be physical. Ocker was really proud of Alvin's accomplishment, effort, and most importantly to him… a change of heart. Though Alvin still maintained a sense of selfishness, he always knew the right thing and always leaned toward the positive in the end.

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Finally, at sundown, Alvin had challenged Ocker… to one more wrestling match.

The two had finished stretching and breathing and prepared themselves for combat.

"So, young Aulvin, trying to prove yourself worthy again?" asked Ocker.

Alvin did not respond, yet that was what he was trying to do. It would be a silent matchup as the two came closer and stared each other with a look of power and redemption.

It started with Ocker throwing the first punch and Alvin deflecting it, knowing that it was the same first move from their previous battle.

Next Alvin jumped as high as he could and pummeled Ocker straight to the ground. Ocker did not see that coming.

"I believe that's one?", smirked Alvin.

Ocker stood up wiping sand from his body and rushed straight towards Alvin, who was waiting for him. Alvin quickly grabbed his arm and spun him around, but Ocker knew this trick too many times and quickly released his arm from Alvin's.

"Thaut move won't work on me, mate", said Ocker.

Alvin knew it too well too, but this time he tried something he did last time. He bended down and rushed towards him like an angry football linebacker.

Ocker knew this was the same move Alvin used before, which apparently resulted in him throwing Alvin straight to the ground, but if he was going to make the same mistake then so-be-it. However, right as Alvin was almost near him he stopped and jabbed him right in the jaw. Ocker fell down hard, and spitting as he went down.

"Two!", yelled Alvin.

"I don't understaund. I hauve never taught you any of these techniques".

"Well, speed and levitation are some things I learned on my own, and with you teaching me better agility, I kinda fused them all together to create better attacks. Either that, or you're reacting too slowly. What's the matter, getting too old already?", joked Alvin.

Ocker took that as a minor insult and got back up, knowing he was one more knockout away from defeat to the hands of what he considers an intermediate amateur.

Alvin launched for him again, only to have Ocker jump up and elbow him to the ground.

"I'm neva too old for this", replied Ocker.

Alvin got back up. Even though he was up 2-1, he knew perfectly that Ocker could make a decent comeback.

Alvin charged again but only this time Ocker took a step to his left and moved out the way. Alvin nearly tripped but thanks to Ocker, kept his balance. He spoke to soon when Ocker came from behind and pummeled him down hard.

Alvin would eat sand again, as he had left this old munk tie the score. Now, with anybody taking this match, Alvin had to think quickly. Luckily he had something down that just might work.

He pointed at Ocker and fingered him to come get him. Ocker was confused, yet he wasn't going to let his guard down.

He charged at Alvin with full speed while Alvin had risen up his fists. As soon as he saw him coming, Alvin launched one straight in his face, but Ocker dodged. Ocker raised his fist and launched at Alvin, but he dodged as well. The two would swing and miss as each other for ten (10) minutes when finally Alvin caught Ocker's punch with his right hand. He swung his left hand at Ocker, but he caught it as well. And wouldn't ya know it…

The two were in a grappling position again, only this time they would be deadlocked 'til the sky had turned completely pitch black.

No one had the stronger advantage and whenever one tried to push one back, the other would respond by pushing him back the same way. Both would stare at each other, the only thing in their mind either victory or defeat.

For a brief moment, Alvin had remembered some very important things Ocker had said to him

"… you should never want to use your attacks for vengeance but instead for defense, and try to calm your inner anger every time. … Vengeance will get the best of you and believe me, it's naut a beautiful sight to look at".

"if you simply rely on anger and feraucity in your mautches, you will aulways taste defeat".

"Strength alone is naut just gained nor earned, but delivered in a BIG pauckage with your name on it. My boy, you must be the deliverer. Trust in yourself, and together you caun pull through the barrier thaut's keeping you in bondage".

Alvin knows what it all means know. To be stronger and wiser, you need to trust in the inside strength used for defense and not the outside strength used for vengeance. But what was he to do know that he was still stuck in a grappling position with Ocker.

With a million thoughts racing in his head… he had an idea. He looked at him one last time and closed his eyes, much to Ocker's surprise.

Alvin felt all of his negative energy leaving his body and absorbed all of the strength he needed for this last move. He grabbed Ocker's hands a little bit tighter. He opened his eyes and, in the blink of an eye… picked him up and held him over his head.

It was the same move Ocker had used to finish him off from the previous battle.

Ocker was stunned, stupefied, and… amazed. He also looked at him with supreme satisfaction and atonement. Finally, he spoke.

"Well done Mista Aulvin! You are free to finish me off!"

Alvin wanted to, but remembered what Ocker had told him about ferocity. With that in mind he carefully placed him down.

"I can't", Alvin said.

"Well, why naut?" replied Ocker.

"It's just like you said, 'defense, never vengeance'", finished Alvin with a smile.

Ocker was now more than astonished to hear Alvin remembering his own words. Even he himself did not remember half of the stuff he said. He walked towards Alvin with a serious look on his face, while Alvin's smile suddenly faded. He was about to say something very sedate, when suddenly…

He started laughing.

Alvin was standing there confused, but couldn't help but to laugh back.

The two were standing there laughing the night away.

"Come Mista Aulvin, you have deserved dinner on me".

Ocker placed him arm on his back and led him into the hut, where a delicious meal would be waiting for him.

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I hope y'all liked this one. Remember… Chapter 14!!!... bwah hah hah ;-)