Chapter 2.
Author's Note:
Well hi, for starters. Basically I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm pretty happy that I've already gotten some feedback! So thank you, you know who you are. Secondly, this is my first time uploading a story ever so I'm getting used to the formatting and how things should look like I guess. You can imagine the characters however you like. I personally am writing them as humans, though I do enjoy reading about them as chipmunks.
Also, I will be graduating high school in two months and then moving out of state for college so life will be extremely busy. I just had this idea in my head that wouldn't go away and after watching Chipwrecked with my sister I thought I could make use of it with this fandom. I really like criticism on my work, it helps me evolve so don't be afraid to have at it as long as its not terribly rude. If you guys have ideas for the plot or whatnot or you want to see more of something then just message me. Okay, sorry for the long message!
*Italics indicate flashbacks or emphasis on words.
Chapter 2.
He remembered limping to Luca's Restaurant. The owner, Luca, was one of the very few people him and his brothers could trust. He was an old man, maybe had around 15 or so years left in him. Theodore was the one who had gained the old man's trust and thoughtfulness.
Whenever a too harsh beating occurred or the boys needed shelter they would head on over to Luca's, who would give them a warm bowl of spaghetti and maybe a tube of bruise ointment. Though the boys never let on they lived in the orphanage, which was rumored to be a safe house for the drug ring in town, the old man knew what was happening.
Obvious signs of abuse; bruises, lacerations, the slight flinching when a movement was too quick... all tell tale signs. It was no his business though, he himself had grown up with a harsh hand. The boys would live.
Though unlike Luca himself as a boy, these children healed very fast. They would visit him often, maybe three or four times a week. Each time they came their old bruises would be completely gone with their new ones looking as gruesome as ever. There was one time, though, the last time in fact that had left Luca startled.
He trudged along towards the Italian restaurant, craving that warm bowl of spaghetti. His breathing was labored. All he had to do was concentrate on getting to the back door. He remembered it being only a few feet away when Luca came out with a few bags of trash. The old man had almost missed the beaten boy stumbling along the shadowed road.
"Theodore is that you?" Luca's voice was one of worn leather, old but strong. His full Italian blood providing him with an accent that made his words seem angry.
The boy remembered barely being able to talk, his mouth and lips so, so dry.
"Alvin." He coughed.
Luca had sighed and walked over to the boy, knowing that he had always taken the harsher beatings for his brothers.
"Come inside, Alvin and rest." Luca offered.
The rest of that night had gone by in a blur, but the one thing that clearly stood out? By the time Luca had shuffled him out of his restaurant and back home, his injuries were almost gone. He had just a faint bruising outlining his jaw.
Returning back to the orphanage Alvin made a decision. His brothers and him would leave. They could survive on the streets, adapt, with their abilities. This town no longer offered anything to them.
As he collected his sleepy brothers and told them to pack their things his mind had kept returning to those electric blue eyes.
Throughout the night, and well after the train they had boarded was hours away from that town, Alvin had thought about those eyes. That girl.
Alvin was shaken out of his thoughts by Simon, his oldest little brother. He looked up from where he was sitting on the couch to meet his eyes. His brother was angry.
He rolled his eyes, his golden orbs glinting in the sun that shone through the rows of glass windows in the house.
"What is it, Si?" Alvin asked, ready to be screamed at.
As if he didn't already get that from Dave, his adoptive father. Yeah, the Elliot boys were no longer as Dave Seville had adopted them seven years ago. After living on the streets for a year or so, the boys had found themselves in the care of Dave. Really it was all thanks to Theodore who was too sweet to resist.
Dave had been struggling with life. As any adult really. He was alone, having gone through a rough break up and was basically just going through life day by day. When he caught Alvin trying to break into his house, just a little kid who was covered in dirt and muck trying to get some food for his brothers, Dave had a new purpose in life.
He welcomed them after doing extensive research. Just three boys who were given the short stick in life. They needed someone other than their hot headed brother to take care of them.
A year of bonding and Dave made it official, presenting the boys with certificates of adoption on Christmas day, their favorite holiday.
"Alvin? Alvin are you listening to me? Are you serious right now? This is important!" Alvin was roused out of his mind again by Simon's angered voice.
He met his brothers dark ocean blue eyes with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry, Si, I wasn't listening. I was thinking about that hot babe we saw yesterday at the mall." Internally he scoffed. As if he would admit to something such as feelings to his brother.
"Well you better get your damn head out of the clouds, this is really important!" Simon half growled, his hands going up to tug at his dark chocolate hair.
"Theo is... is changing I guess? You know how I've been studying us, keeping track.. Well I think he is starting to develop another ability. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I am going to be watching him closely." Simon rushed out quickly almost gasping for air.
His blue eyes were wide with fear,
something he rarely showed. Alvin instantly sat up straighter and strained his ears to listen for Dave. The boys rarely discussed their... Alvin swallowed hard, their abilities around him. It had been a tough eight years trying to control them without Dave finding out. So for Simon to talk about this with their father near... It was extremely important.
"Is he feeling sick in any way? Is he okay? I haven't noticed anything!" Alvin wanted to curse. He was better than this, he had to start paying more attention.
He was angry with himself and could start to feel it throughout his body. He had to relax. Anger was one of the triggers for his abilities.
"Woah Alvin, Alvin calm down. No he's fine. I don't think he even realizes anything is happening. It just that whenever he, well I think he's beginning to be able to control life. If that makes sense? It is utterly impossible but whatever this whole thing is but just the other day he was gardening, tending to plants and one of them was just dead, completely dead." Simon needed a quick breather but Alvin motioned him to continue. "Well Theo got sad that all his hard work was gone to waste and I don't know I'm guessing his emotions but the plant bloomed, it came back to full health." His brother finished in a hushed whisper.
As surprising as the news was, Alvin wasn't really shocked. He had long ago assumed their abilities were tied to their strongest emotions, their personalities really. Theo had always been in tune with everything around him, caring for the littlest of things. Simon and him would have to talk with their littlest brother.
Alvin was just about to speak his thoughts when Dave came in the room, hands on his hips.
"You two can come get some breakfast and then it's off to school. Better hurry though, Theodore is vacuuming up the waffles." Their father turned back into the kitchen.
After a shared glance with Simon, a message that they would talk later, the two got up.
"Theo if you eat all those waffles get ready to be hung from the flagpole!" Alvin yelled as he raced towards the kitchen.
"Alvin!" Came Dave's voice. "You leave your brother alone." And when he thought no one was listening he muttered "How did I ever get stuck with triplets."
Alvin snickered with Simon shaking his head tiredly behind him. Simon could barely handle his own chaotic mind, add on the stress of Alvin and Theo and Simon could very well blow up.
Maybe studying at school today would help.