Chapter 4.
Author's note:
Hey Everyone! So sorry for the long wait. Also, I just realized something preeetty important; I never put a disclaimer on any of the chapters I posted. So here goes:
Disclaimer: The characters and some of the background in this story belong to the Alvin and the Chipmunks universe. Any OC's are mine.
Well I hope that works. Anyways, I wanted to thank the guests, anon, and FireandFury796 for the feedback. It means a lot to me. Also I really enjoy constructive criticism, it helps me grow as a writer. So have at it!
Chapter 4.
Simon was furious. Fourth hour had just begun and he already wanted to strangle somebody. Very rarely did he become this angry. Alvin wasn't in class, and Simon knew they shared Economics this hour. Only five minutes ago had the teacher called out attendance and thus had started Simon's fury.
His absence could only mean one thing; Alvin had skipped. On the first day of school too! Simon shook his head in agitation. Did his brother hate school that much?
Classes would be over in two hours. He better be back by then because if he leaves Theodore and I stranded here I will murder him the dark haired boy thought. There wasn't much he could do though he supposed. Alvin was not answering his phone.
The rational side of him thought that perhaps his brother could be in trouble. A fierce wave of protectiveness seemed to sweep over Simon at this thought. Yes, Alvin was a hot-headed pain in the ass sometimes but he still had a good head on his shoulders. That is what worried Simon. How stupid could his elder brother be to skip school on the first day?
Muttering something unintelligible beneath his breath Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket, the lightweight device feeling somehow heavier in his hands. The middle brother was rarely one to break rules and he found his eyes flitting across the room every five seconds. Getting
his phone taken away would surely ruin any plan of finding Alvin.
He was paranoid. There was no way he could do something like this in the middle of class. Glancing up at the clock he saw class was already half way over. Simon raised his hand, for once not caring if he was interrupting a lesson.
"Mr. Seville, is there something I can do for you?" The teacher, Mr. Abdell, asked pointedly.
Simon pushed back a wave of uncharacteristic fear and asked to use the bathroom. Of course, he has no intention of returning to class. He gathered his things, under the pretense of possibly visiting the nurse if he still wasn't feeling good, and practically ran to the bathroom.
Though as he was exiting the class Simon caught the piercing amethyst gaze of a brunette sitting near the back of the class. His mind briefly registered the odd eye color before he entered the hallway, not seeing the brunette's blush or guilty gaze lower in embarrassment of being caught.
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Alvin was dreaming. He knew he was, his body felt too stiff and tired and he was way too hot. But he couldn't wake up. The boy struggled against an unknown enemy, darkness surrounding him at each turn. All he had to do was open his eyes, but he wasn't able to.
He could feel his body thrashing, and could hear the floor boards of the treehouse creak underneath his weight. He could feel the uncomfortable warmth from laying in the sun too long.
He could feel everything but he couldn't wake up.
Something was taunting him, it's breath slinking past his ear as it whispered unintelligible things. Alvin flailed about blindly trying to hit anything, to know that he wasn't going insane. All he wanted to do was see he light of day again. Not this darkness. It encompassed his body and tightened its hold on him, promising to never let go.
Alvin felt a blaze of fury rush through his body. The anger traveled agonizingly slow, taunting his senses as it flooded into his hands and feet. He didn't know what to do with the newfound feeling. His hands burned though not uncomfortably and Alvin found that the darkness surrounding him grew lighter until he felt another rush of heat and light flooded around him. It destroyed the darkness eating away at his body and mind and he no longer felt as if he was burning.
He was warm and safe.
The elder boy's eyes popped open suddenly and he braced his arm against the harsh light that rushed to invade his sensitive eyes. Alvin was drenched in sweat and he gagged at the stench that filled the air around him. Too much heat and sweat was not a good combination. That was the least of his worries though.
Alvin was terrified. His body shook uncontrollably and he felt weak, something new to him. He was anything but weak. The word sounded foreign in his mind.
What had happened to him? What was that... that dream? His mind was bombarded by so many questions and he felt even more fatigued. The boy slipped his red hoody over his head, not caring if anyone saw. He was still way too hot and the thing was just soaked.
He needed to see a doctor. No, no, Alvin thought rationally, I'm not sick. A doctor can't help. Groggily he realized he needed his brother. Simon would know what to do.
A shaky laugh escaped his throat as he thought of his nerdy sibling. Simon always had the answer. Alvin just needed to get a hold of him.
He felt as though a war was waging between his mind and body. He was so tired. So ready to fall back into sleep's clutches. He half heartedly reached for his phone to make the call but never got to.
Alvin fell unconscious, and if he had had a mirror with him he would have seen the gold hue in his eyes replaced by pure black. Just like the darkness that grasped onto him once again and pulled him deeper into the land of dreams.
(Line Break)
Simon seemed to reach the bathroom in record time, his chest heaving up and down as he fought to catch his breath.
After he had relaxed enough he quickly got to work. Simon smirked in victory. Long ago, maybe six months, he had hacked into both his brothers phones and placed an undetectable type of tracking device. For protection of course, but mainly so that Simon didn't need to worry about Alvin all the time.
His elder brother got into more trouble than most and it usually ended up badly for all of them. Simon took one more glance around the bathroom to ensure he was alone before he took his laptop out of his backpack and set it on the counter.
He better have his phone with him Simon thought darkly, his deep blue eyes narrowing in concentration. He plugged his phone into the computer and uploaded Alvin's coordinates onto his own phone to make for easier tracking. Simon kept alert the whole time, checking for teachers or students now and then.
Thankfully the whole process took less than seven minutes and he was able to get an exact location without any problems. The dark haired boy packed away his things and threw his backpack over his shoulder, deciding that he would have to take an absence for his last two classes.
He was about to head out to the doors near the yellow lockers, ones rarely used, when he remembered Theodore.
"Damn." He breathed out loud, his frantic mind racing a mile a minute.
Would it be better to leave the youngest brother out of whatever Alvin was doing or should Simon bring him along. He would have one less thing to worry about if Theo was with him. What if Simon didn't even find Alvin until after school had ended? Their little brother would be chewing his nails off anxiously and... Simon needed to slow down and just stop thinking about all that.
He groaned and tore his glasses off his face, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. If Theodore didn't answer his text message in... five minutes, Simon would leave.
He set a timer on his phone and hopped onto the counter, massaging his temples as he waited for the bell to sound. Simon tried to relax, he really did but it felt like hours were whizzing by and that things would surely go down hill and that he would never even get to find Alvin and that... Simon's phone vibrated suddenly, rousing him from his thoughts.
Theo had texted back and with two minutes left Simon sighed tiredly as he checked the timer. He swore he felt older than Alvin sometimes.
T: Meet you at the yellow lockers in three.
S: Sounds good. Don't get caught.
T: ;)
Simon laughed at his youngest brother's antics and pushed of the counter, landing lightly on his feet. He checked Alvin's coordinates as he walked towards the escape route. Odd, Simon frowned. Alvin's location dot showed him to be surrounded by forest, a gold course near by.
He stopped walking, momentarily lost in thought as his mind raced for possibilities. It hit the dark haired boy like a truck and he was running off towards the lockers, a new pep in his step.
"Gotcha, brother." He murmured.