Hello fellow readers, this is Spirit Written and this is my first fanfic about Alvin and the Chipmunks. If ya wanna know, my favorite Chipmunk is Simon and my favorite Chipette is Jeanette. I ship Brittany and Alvin, Simon and Jeanette, Theodore and Elonor, Brittany and Simon, Alvin and Jeanette, and Simon and Elonor. I kinda had some inspiration from RWBY. Kinda. No, this isn't a RWBY parody, it just... gave me some... creative ideas. If this was a parody, however, I would do...

Theodore: Ruby

Brittany: Weiss

Simon: Blake

Alvin: Yang

Jeanette: Nora

Elonor : Ren

Anyways, onto the story.

Snow. That's all Simon saw. Beautiful, white snow. But something was different about it. The usual cool and breezy air felt a little warmer, but it also felt weirdly uncomfortable and... dangerous. He didn't know why...

But with this world, what do you expect?

Even the sky looked uncomfortable. It was in shades of grey, black, and orange. Not the typical light blue sky that you would see every morning.

His light blue eyes scanned the area, again, to only see snow, again. Not the snow he was comfortable with, it felt more dangerous than usual and it made him dizzy to say the least. He didn't know why, but it did. He took one more look at the sky and it was the same as he first gazed at it, but the sun was dark black with a light red aura surrounding it.

Now what was that? "Weird," Simon commented.

He had to admit that was the weirdest thing he had ever seen all day and probably the most unique thing he have seen.

"Alvin?! Are you out here?!

Pure silence.

Simon gulped at that. Alvin was always there to protect him and Theodore.

Especially from this world.

"Alvin?!" he called out again.

Nothing. Nothing but the loud buzzing sound of the snowy rushing wind. The snowy wind has gotten heavier, which made the cape of his cloak blow with the heavy wind. The glasses wearing chipmunk held a tight grip on his cloak, luckily, but then a dark noise distracted him.

It sounded like a growl from a animal and/or monster. He, however, had no idea what the animal/monster was by the growl alone. But he did know that it was scary as heck. Even the sound of the wind was faint compared to the growl.

He then saw bloody red eyes in the shadows which... to be honest, looked scarier than the loud growl sounded. He clenched his right fist, hoping some confidence would just flow through his body; hoping that maybe he can fight whatever the heck was scaring him.

"Wh... whatever you a... are... y... you d... don't scare me..." Simon stuttered. 'Crap...' he thought.

"I... I can k... kill you... this snowy environment will be used a... as my advantage ..." he stuttered again, this time, probably, with more confidence than the last time, but his voice was still wavering with fear.

Simon gulped in fear, but eventually got into fighting position. "I.. I'm warning y... you...I... I'm an unstoppable force..."

Fast as a circuit, the "monster animal thing" came into sight. It had red eyes, fire on it's wolf like body, and sharp teeth, already filled with new, dripping blood. Simon literally felt those demon red eyes staring into his soul. And a horrible feeling it was. Simon backed up a bit, only to find more of these "animals" around the snowy area.

Simon gulped in fear. "A... Alvin... if y... your hiding somewhere... now would be th... the right time t... to come out ..."

No Alvin. It was only himself.

Simon gulped but he kept his fists clenched. 'Alright Simon, you can take them... Despite the fact that Alvin is not here to fight beside you and protect you like he always does,' he thought.

Simon kept his eyes closed as he felt the "animals" rush towards him, but he kept his eyes closed. Long story short, with a big wind blow, some of the "creatures " were knocked down. With an open of his eyes, he saw the... um... "wolf like things"... stuck into the snow. A smirk spread across his face. He even let out a little laugh.

The rest of the "animals" rushed towards him, in a speed he could barely keep his head around, but he tried to become "combat ready", despite his heart beating in a speed he could hardly identify or comprehend, and the large lump in his throat. Despite the speed of the "things", and how scared he was, he still felt like he had to fight. When one of the animals stroke, Simon ducks than kicks it in the face. That one wolf, however, didn't give up. Faster than speed itself, the wolf's claw made contact with his throat.

The blue - clad chipmunk struggled, but he tried to overpower it. The ice came upon the "wolf thing" slowly, just as he was starting to loose oxygen. Luckily, he started to freeze faster, but before the ice could make contact with the thing's claw that's crushing his throat, he felt the strength in his legs to kick him in the stomach.

More "wolves" rushed towards him, causing him to spread his arms which knocked the "wolves" from balance. Without thinking, he used his advanced speed to rush towards them. He floated high enough as his palms were in some weird light blue aura. He blasted the "things", but it wasn't enough.

He placed himself onto the ground and started to kick, punch, and blast each one. Somehow, he actually felt more confident. Every strike the "things" pulled off have gotten blocked by Simon's flexibility. It felt... kinda refreshing.

Simon had to admit that he wasn't as good as a fighter as Alvin, but with extra confidence... maybe he can have simple control of a simple task.

Next thing he knew, he was knocked backwards. 'What the heck?'

He placed his paw over his cheek and felt a bloody scar. He placed his paw upward and felt a crack on one of the lens of his glasses. He felt memories rush through his head continually, which kinda made him a little pissed.

Everything else was just a blur. A fast, horrible, bloody blur. He only heard ear piercing yelps; nothing more. His eyes slightly opened and saw nothing but red.

Simon felt lightheaded. He never really like the concept of "death". Though he knew death is apart of life and society, Simon wouldn't want to be apart of that. But... he was. He was in complete shock. He didn't know how he did it. He knew why, but how was a mystery.

He raised his arms very slowly, only to see blood on his paws. They were shaking in absolute fear and shock, knowing in his mind that he was behind this bloody catastrophe. Yes, he knew that he, along with his brothers, have powers that can get to... large lengths that can take to massive dangerous heights, but... this was probably something that goes beyond anything he had ever imagine, rather than something he was capable of.

I mean, the once beautiful, white snow was now a massive bloodshed. There were tears at the corners of his eyes; not wanting to cry, but he really felt like doing so.

He stood there like what felt like eternity, until he heard a faint sound. He didn't know if it was a scream or a sound of someone being thrown, however.

In front of him was his two brothers, Alvin and Theodore, with bloody bodies and messed up clothing. 'No...'

Despite the fact that Alvin is the strongest of the three and the most protective, Simon was indeed the oldest of the three, and seeing his younger brothers like this just broke his heart.

Simon was probably at least seventy percent sure on who did this. And the thought of that "person" just made his blood boil.

"Hmm, your stronger than I thought," a deep voice says.

'Speak of the devil,' Simon thought.

"Someone" literally came out of the shadows, but the appearance of the "guy" looked darker than any shadow, monster, or figure.

"You seem to be very strong, while your little brothers seem to be very... weak..."

Simon's fists were shaking in anger and fear.

"But they did put up a fight, I give them that," he responded, picking up Alvin by his red shirt.

"Especially this one right here. He tried so hard to keep you and his precious younger brother Theodore safe. And I found it very... amusing as I watched his time slipped away from him," he said with pleasure.

A soft groan escaped the red clan chipmunk's throat, but it sounded dead and exhausted.

Simon felt burning tears rolling down his cheeks, but he felt his blood boil in anger. He clenched his younger brother Theodore close to him. He felt the warm blood , that was still wet and new, on his green sweater.

Just do whatever you want to do to me... but don't hurt my brothers anymore than you already have."

"I'm done with you and your brothers... for now... but watch as your world simply turn to a wasteland real quick. Maybe slowly and painfully, or fast and to the point, but whichever way, I'll be waiting..."

He dropped the defenseless little chipmunk onto the bloody snow and disappeared.

Simon laid on his bed motionless. That memory playing in his head over and over made him physically sick. Everything about it was awful. He still felt Theodore shuddering when he held his little brother close to him. He felt every emotion he felt at the time now. He still had the crack on the same lens on his glasses.

He washed the blood from his cloak and from the rest of his clothes obviously, but sometimes, he felt like it's still there somehow.

"Simon?"

Simon turned around to see his girlfriend Jeanette in the doorway.

"We were just about to eat breakfast. Are you going to be okay?"

Simon sighed. "I'll be down there in a second. "

That's it for now. Yes, I know, my writing sucks.. ... What? Do you expect my writing to be something similar to J.K. Rowling ?

Anyways, if you want to review, you may leave your thoughts in the comments. See you in the next chapter.