Alvin and the Chipmunks
"My Bad II"

Summary:

It's been four years since Brittany was rescued from the deep, dark clutches of trafficking, and her remaining criminal, Ryan, put behind bars. But when her and her partner Alvin's family mysteriously begin disappearing and continuous notes saying, "Give me my daughter" replacing, they expect the worst; Ryan's back.

Author's Note:

Holla! You've all been waiting so long for the sequel of this darn story to begin and now you're going to get it. I've had a long thought of how this story will come around, and I know it was a rather long while, but hey, perfection takes time, yes? I want to make this sequel the best sequel I've ever made, and finished.

Okay, there are a few details I would like to discuss with you before you begin reading. I'd like to tell you that for the main characters, I've picked out an actor for.

For Ryan, I had originally made Michael Trevino ("Tyler" from "The Vampire Diaries) play him, but then I thought of Alexander Ludwig" ("Cato" from "The Hunger Games"), and he looks a lot more intimidating. I wanted to create my own "Ryan" in this story, so yeah.
I couldn't really think of an actor to play Alvin, but then I thought since Michael Trevino is not going to play Ryan, I figured that Michael would play Alvin.
I have Hayden Panettiere as Brittany in the maybes so far, but I would just like to know whether or not you guys think so too.

Hmm… It seems as though I have run out of things to say for now. So let's just get to the good stuff, the story!

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"My Bad II"
CHAPTER ONE

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Screw this, thought Ryan as he glared across his cell towards the picture of Brittany Miller, international pop-star, struggling to conceal a cooing baby girl from the camera on the tiny box television. He leaned forward in his concrete hard bunk, propping his elbows up on his knees with his fists over his jaw and grunting in thought. It's been how long, three, four years since he last saw her, gun plummeting down from her hands as she shot his best friend, Zeke.

The bitch… he knitted his brows together as his ex-best friend come into view on the television, his hands over his counterpart's shoulders as they scuttle away from the herd of paparazzi. His signature red flat cap only just shadowed his face, but Ryan knew exactly who it was; Alvin.

Ryan scoffed. How cute, Alvin Seville hiding from the paparazzi. He laughed at the thought, that'd be a first. That's not even his real kid. He was visualising himself reaching into the television and snatching his kid from the clutches of her bitch mother and her partner.

He balled his fists up, oh yeah, that'd be so good… an evil grin spread across his face. The feel of Brittany's fragile fingers snapping under his fist made him shiver all over with pleasure.

A loud clanking noise snapped him out of his murderous thoughts. He glanced up to see a prison guard running his club loudly over the bars, smirking down at him. "Lights off, hot-shot," the guard ordered, gesturing his club to the television. "It's nine. You know the rules."

Ryan frowned over at the guard, about to get up to turn the television off, but then had a thought. He sat right back down in his bunk, giving the guard a smug look. "Do I now?" He asked, eyeing the guard's large dark club in his right hand, and then turning back to him.

"Yes, you do." The guard frowned down at Ryan. "Now hurry up, before I turn it off and remove it from your cell."

Ryan grinned, "ooh, not very friendly," he mocked, sitting further back. "Go on then, be my guest."
"I'm not screwing around tonight, hot-shot," the guard's voice grew louder. Ryan's plan was working well so far. "Now you either turn it off or you'll find my first around your nose."

Ryan jumped up, spreading his arms, "come at me, bro!"

The guard was quick to comply, unlocking the door and closing in on Ryan, holding out his club. But unfortunately he wasn't quick enough, for as soon as the guard's club went down Ryan grabbed his wrist and bent it back as far as it could go, kneeing him in the stomach as he did so. The guard yelped in pain, as the joint in his wrist snapped under pressure and the club fell to the ground.

He slouched over, struggling to regain his breath. Ryan took advantage of this, wrapping his hand around the back of the guard's head and smashing his face into the cold, hard concrete floor, muffling his screams. Another loud crunch was heard as his face hit the ground the second time and the taste of blood filled the guard's broken mouth.

Ryan took the club from the guard's reach, bringing it up above his head before bringing it down hard on the back of his skull, before bringing it down once again as he watched blood spurt from his head. The guard had stopped screaming, and was motionless, apart from when Ryan brought the club down on his head. When Ryan thought very well that the guard wasn't going to get up, he tossed the blood stained club across the cell floor and leaned over him, poking and prodding his uniform his keys and his hand-gun.

Ryan stood up, stuffing the keys in his prison uniform pocket and clutching the gun in his hand. He pushed the guard's body away from the exit with his foot and hurried out, gun at the ready. He sprinted down the laneway, as dozens of other inmates poked their arms out through the gaps of their cells, shouting and yelling after him.

He turned the corner, and was suddenly knocked to the ground by another prison guard. His gun slid across the hallway. The guard pulled out his own gun and aimed it straight at Ryan, but was kicked out of his hand by the time he pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the mouth and tore through the guard's shoe, as Ryan drop-kicked him to the floor. Ryan swiftly came to his feet, taking both guns and double-tapping the guard in the head, cutting off his yelps of pains.

Clutching both guns now, Ryan hurried down the gloomy, grey hallway towards the front of the prison. He shot another guard whom was blocking the way out to the front yard. Yanking the keys out, he rattled them to find which key unlocked the heavy Iron Gate. As he did this, another guard rounded the corner on the other side, and noticed him there. Ryan's head shot up, and as he reached for his guns, the guard shot the ring of keys out of Ryan's hand and they plummeted to the ground with a clank. Furious, Ryan yanked out a gun and aimed it at the padlock on the gate. The padlock melted off where it hung and Ryan kicked the gate open, knocking the guard hard against the concrete wall. His next bullet tore through the guard's eye and he took off towards the control room.

Rain began to pour and the sirens sounded away, as Ryan climbed up and over the giant cement prison walls, slipping through the electric wire he'd shut off on his way there, killing three more guards as he did so. The balls of his feet throbbed under the pressure as he plunged off the wall, eventually sliding onto his back in the mud. His carroty uniform soaked in the puddles, saturating his body.

After moments of regaining his breath, Ryan pulled himself to his feet and began to run, straight down the empty road that stood before him. The sirens were ringing through his ears as he strode away, and the blinding spotlight searching desperately for him. He was so determined to escape, after five years of wallowing in his own defeat, trapped behind prison walls, finally he was out.

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Brittany woke with a start, jolting her upper body upright after tossing and turning for hours in her bed. It was dark, and Sweat dripped from her forehead and tears were in her eyes, and as she began to thrash at them to wipe them away, a cold, hard hand began to stroke up and down her back. The pink-clad chipette was stiff, her heart suddenly up in her throat. Alvin wasn't supposed to see her tonight… but his hands are always so warm. Abruptly the atmosphere around her became cold.

Her bare legs grew Goosebumps, as the icy fingers began to trace her shoulder-blade. "Where's loverboy?" A voice hissed, and memories of her torturous experience curled up in her dark, filthy cubical began whipping about in her mind. The pink-clad chipette squeezed her eyes shut, and as she turned around to see who it was, she saw the face of her cruellest nightmares, grinning back at her. She screamed.

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~THE NEXT DAY~

"What did I say about 'beauty sleep'?"

Brittany flinched a little, coming back to reality. Her sister Eleanor was dabbing powdered foundation over the bags under the pink-clad chipette's tired blue eyes, looking at her through a mirror.

"Sorry," She replied, disoriented. "Um… bad dream."
Eleanor looked worried, as she took the pad away. "You mean the Ryan one?" She asked.
"No," Brittany lied, her heart almost caught in her throat. "Just wedding jitters, I guess."

Eleanor eventually smiled, covering one last dark spot on Brittany's face and then putting the pad down. She stood in front of her, cupping her face in her hands. "You'll do just fine," she assured her, smiling ear to ear now. She kissed her eldest sister on the cheek, "now, can you give me a smile?"

Brittany chuckled at her sister, who was done up so girly in her floral green and yellow dress, and couldn't help but pull a smile. Eleanor stood up straight, grinning down at her. "Right," she began, clasping her hands together. "Now where is your beautiful flower-girl?"

"Here she is," a soft voice from outside the bedroom door called. The door slowly swung open, and Brittany and Eleanor turned to find their sister Jeanette standing at the door, carrying a blonde little toddler in her arms. The tiny girl's eyes lit up as soon as Brittany came into view, and she held out her arms to her.

"Mommy!"

Brittany smiled at her daughter as she got up from her seat and picked her up out of her sister's arms.
"She's been playing peek-a-boo with Dave all morning," Jeanette said, smiling down at her niece as Brittany cradled her. "It was so cute, Britt, you should have seen it."

Brittany looked up at her, as she moved a lock of brilliant blonde hair from her daughter's face. "Thank you, Jean." She said, using her free hand to give her sister a hug. "Rhapsody can be quite a handful."

Jeanette chuckled at that, as Eleanor stepped in. "Did I do an okay job?" She asked, referring to Brittany's makeup, "'cos I've never really done this before, and I needed a second opinion, but I thought the bride-to-be was just trying to be nice."
Jeanette looked over at Brittany's face, examining her makeup. She smiled, "It's very wedding-like," she praised, "very natural. I love it."

Eleanor smiled over at her sister.

Brittany hitched little Rhapsody up on her hip, smiling down at her and her adorable baby blue dress. "Oh wow, Rhaps," she grinned. "You're so pretty, sweetie! I love your dress." Rhapsody looked up at her mother, grinning back, the gap between her front teeth showing. Brittany giggled.

Suddenly a knock at the door was heard, and everyone looked up to see Dave standing there, looking shy. "No-one's getting dressed in her, are they?"

The three sisters giggled, staring down at his stylish black tuxedo.
"Wow, Dave," Eleanor grinned, "you're looking all spunk in your new tux."
Brittany laughed, "I'm just happy that Alvin hadn't made him wear red."

Dave looked down at his outfit, blushing red. "Oh umm, thanks girls."

Jeanette chuckled, "Dave was saved, but his best-men weren't so lucky."
Brittany turned towards her, her mouth hanging open. "I thought he and I agreed that if I didn't put any pink in this wedding, he wouldn't put red in it either."

Eleanor scoffed playfully, "haha, then I guess he saw the order for the cake."
Brittany held up her free hand in defence, "I like strawberry, okay?"

"I like strawberry." Rhapsody piped up, still grinning.

The girls laughed.

"So," Jeanette began, giving Brittany an excited smile. "Are we able to see that dress now?"
Brittany chuckled, "haha, alright." She gave Rhapsody a kiss on the cheek before passing her to Aunty Eleanor.

"I'm out," all of a sudden Dave turned for the door. But before he left, he glanced back at Brittany, who was busy taking the dress from its plastic covering. "Oh, and Claire will be up here in a moment to uhh… give you something old."

Brittany laughed playfully at him, "oooh, Claire." She teased kindly, and Dave blushed once again. Jeanette and Eleanor both giggled.

"Well, I'll let you do your… girl stuff." And just like that, Dave left the room, and Jeanette closed the door behind him. All Dave could hear now as he made his way down was giggling.

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~MEANWHILE~
~ALVIN'S POV~

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie. I was as nervous as hell, but I was ready more than anything. It's been five years since Brittany's encounter with trafficking, and five years since the last living person responsible for the crime has been put behind bars. We've had our ups and downs; her night terrors, her mood-swings and her illnesses, but there has been one upside to this whole endeavour; a beautiful baby girl.

Of course, she's not mine, but she's here and that's what matters. I've never left her side, and I treat her like she's my own flesh and blood. She occasionally asks her mother, "Why don't I look like daddy?" and I didn't want totell her that her real father was a sex-driven, back-stabbing criminal, because she is so young and so sweet, and I didn't want to bring it up. I just tell her that my hair used to be blonde and that she got her eyes from her mother. But every time I look at her I see Ryan.

To be honest I thought she would turn out like him, but she didn't. She's good and pure, and a little stubborn, like Brittany. She wasn't greedy, she wasn't selfish… she just looks like him.

I proposed to Brittany when Rhapsody was three, which was almost a year and a half ago. It was her 21st birthday and I wanted to surprise her. I remember that night, we had a party at the house and because there was alcohol involved Brittany didn't want little Rhapsody around, so she went for a night at Dave's parents. Brittany didn't drink much because it gave her night terrors, so neither did I. So when everyone else was celebrating, Brittany and I went out to the balcony to get some privacy. I remembered how beautiful she looked under the moonlight, with her rosy cheeks and long auburn hair flowing past her shoulders. I caressed her hand underneath mine and gazed into her eyes, telling her how everybody else gave her presents but not me.

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"It's just a birthday, Alvin." Brittany said, smiling up at me. "I don't really need all of my guests to bring presents… even though I would still like them to."

I chuckled, "but my present is the best present, because it's a surprise." I insisted, gazing down at her left hand and imagining the ring placed upon it.

"Oh?" She pressed on, waiting for me.

"Well," I looked back up at her, as my hand slowly slid off of hers. "It's small, and very expensive."

She watched me as I began to descend slowly to the ground. "It's what I stand on one knee for…" Brittany's eyes began to widen and her mouth started to drop, as I continued. I'm on one knee now, gazing up at her. "It's what I keep in a pretty pink box in my pocket…" I reached into my jean's pocket and pulled out the box, displaying it in the palm of my hand in front of her. I could hear her soft, sweet breath begin to quicken.

I slowly open the box, "…and when it's time, I show it to you, Brittany, the woman I've known for nearly thirteen years…the woman I love…" The pink-clad chipette's eyes brightened as I opened the box, revealing a huge diamond ring sitting snuggly inside it. I smiled up at her, finishing my proposal. "And I ask you… will you marry me?"

I could tell she was about to jump out of her skin, the way she grinned down at me. But then she did something I didn't expect, something that made me laugh.

"Wait," Brittany's face began to grow serious. I tilted my head at her, confused. She looked down at me, "this isn't one of your pranks, right?" She asked, her heart caught in her throat, "because if it is then you have totally outdone yourself."

I smirked, struggling to hold in the laughter. "Haha, no," I replied, shaking my head at her. She still looked unconvinced. I stood up, placing the box on the railing next to me. I took her hands in mine, gazing down at her. "Now why would I be joking about marrying you, Britt?"

Brittany raised her eyebrows at me, "I don't know," she replied, smirking a little. "You can be very unpredictable."

I playfully rolled my eyes at her, pulling her close. "I am?"
Brittany laughed, "haha, yes."

"Well," I began, "even if it was a joke, would you say yes anyway?"
Brittany giggled, stepping closer to me. "Maybe."

I laughed, and as I pulled away to take the ring and place it on her finger, my elbow knocked the box (carrying the ring) and it tumbled off the railing, falling into the thick of rosebushes below. Brittany and I leaned over the railing into the dark; it was tangled deep into the thorns.

Brittany looked up at me, frowning playfully at me.
I glanced up at her, chuckling sheepishly. "Uhh, heh heh… oops."

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"I still can't believe you talked us into wearing red." Theodore said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He and Theodore were standing at the window, staring down uncomfortably at their bright red tuxedos.

I playfully frowned at them through the mirror, "Oh c'mon, it's not that bad."
Simon looked up at me as I turned to them, "Brittany will have your head if she sees them," he remarked, "You do know that, right?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "hey, she made the cake pink, so I doubt she'll have anything to back herself up with if she did see them."

"Maybe she won't notice them?" Theodore piped up innocently, fiddling with his tie.
Simon turned to him, "My, my… that little glass of yours is always half full, isn't it?"
Theodore looked up at his brother, tilting his head in confusion. "What?"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Claire poked her head in. We turned towards her as she spoke. "It's almost time, Alvin." She said, smiling up at me. "You might want to get a move on now."

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