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CHAPTER ONE: Face Down
BRITTANY THE CHIPMUNK (Infancy Stage)
*010:00:00 Years Left*
The day she was born was a turning point in Budd & Charlene's lives. From the moment she opened her eyes for the first time, they knew she was destined for something big, and they'd give her a wonderful life. And it was wonderful, even with her two sisters taking some attention. She was like a princess, and she adored that. Until Charlene abruptly died...
*009:08:12 Years Left*
Brittany did not remember much about her infancy. But she could NEVER forget this day. It was unusually cold. The winter wind had remained even into the late spring. The funeral was quick; no one really cared about her mother's death, for the winter had killed most of the smaller females. Brittany couldn't remember much of anything else, except for seeing her extended family kicking dirt onto her mother with their hind legs, and Brittany asking her father why she wasn't moving. He told her that she had left to a better place, for God had decided to take her early. Perhaps it was that minuscule comment that later sent her into her biggest obsession, but she just couldn't figure why God, the master of all that is good and nice, could be so uncaring. If she were God, she would never be so mean to people so nice. She said goodbye to her mother, and wept. She promised she'd always take care of her sisters, and she'd always be strong. She wanted to be just like Charlene. Quick-witted, compassionate, and beautiful...
*009:03:28 Years Left*
Brittany's father did not take the loss of Charlene well. He became an alcoholic, constantly unemployed, and he did not bother to gather food for his children, which left these two girls to fend for themselves. They moved from tree to tree, leaving little time to get comfortable. But what Brittany hated the most was-
"BRITTANY!!!" Budd screamed. Brittany ran up, covered in filth, as she was so accustomed to.
"Yes?" she asked, subserviently.
"What do you call this?" She glanced at the plate of which he was referring to.
"Acorns?" she said curiously. She was smacked across the upper cheek, hard too, by the back of his hand. She stumbled to the floor. Her eyes watered, but not because of the pain. It was because his pointer had hit the bottom of her eye on the way across. She'd never give him the enjoyment of watching her cry. Besides, these days, she had no tears left. For him or anyone...
"You think you're funny?! I asked for 13...I only count 11." he said rolling over each nut with his finger.
Brittany shook her head. "There were none left. We have hardly eaten ourselves because of the shortage." 'The Shortage' referred to the fact that the forest hadn't been healthy, and acorns fell scarce.
Yet, her father was disillusioned to believe her.
"You lying whore! You're keeping some to feed that fat bitch!"
Brittany winced; that 'fat bitch' referred to the last thing Charlene left behind. She was her own baby sister, a young, pudgy Chipmunk named Eleanor. She was natural large and needed food to grow. If he only knew how they were feeding her...
"No, I didn't-" Too late. She was struck across the lip, and tripped over a table, sending her crashing to the ground. The loud clatter awoke the slumbering Eleanor, who, as expected, began to squall as most children her age do.
Their father placed his hand on his face. "Oh God, Shut it up." he demanded, picking Brittany up by the arm and forcing her to the baby. "Maybe it's hungry. Feed it!"
Brittany wiped a stripe of blood from her lip. "With what?"
Her father slowly turned around. "What? Repeat that, you brazen little punk!"
"WELL!" came a little voice. "Good news! More Bourbon."
The voice came from Brittany's other sister, Jeanette. She was the negotiator; much like a snake charmer, she'd come in at the right moment to calm her raging father. Never for long, but enough for him to regain what little humanity he had left.
"Ah, the good kid. Thanks, Jenny. But you'd best keep tabs on your sisters, if you wanna keep 'em." he snatched the bottle from her little hands, and slammed his door.
Brittany grabbed her own hair in each hair and slumped to the ground.
"I-I hate...him." she shook her head. "I despise that man."
Jeanette began to pet Brittany's hair. "Just think of it as...he's dealing with grief his own way." Ever the optimist.
"Don't...,”Brittany growled. "We dealt with it. We had to grow up. He hides from it. A despicable man."
"You do owe your life to him." Jeanette nodded.
"Life?" Brittany looked through the strands of hair covering her face. "What life?"
Eleanor continued to cry. It really was time to feed her. Jeanette picked up the frail frame of her sister. The way they had kept her alive was absolutely horrible. As Jeanette stuck her finger down her own throught, she began to belch. Brittany winced as Jeanette placed her lips on Eleanor's...and vomited down the child's throught. Brittany looked away as the baby screamed in agony from the acid sliding into her stomach. Painful, to be sure. Brittany began to think sometimes death isn't as bad as the alternative. As Jeanette caressed the little face, Ellie began to quiet, and her eyes slowly slid closed. She slept. Jeanette sat the baby down and ran into Brittany's arms, and they sat in silence for nearly an hour. After what seemed like an eternity, Jeanette spoke up.
"I hate him, too."
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Brittany awoke early on Friday. She loved Fridays.
"Jeanette! Wake up, girl! it's Friday!"
Jeanette moaned and groaned then finally took in the words her sister had stated."Friday.Finally." They finished their work twice as fast as normal...Noon could come fast enough. Noon was when Charlene's older sister Virginia would come around, and take them to her home for the weekend. And whatever love they had had left for others, it all went to Aunt Virginia. They “fed” Eleanor, and waited on the front steps.
Brittany spoke up after a few minutes. “Do you believe in God?
Jeanette shook her head. “No, I wish I could, but there are too many facts disproving it.”
More silence…Suddenly, a wolf pounced upon a rabbit and tore it to shreds. Brittany could not quit staring. Jeanette looked at the ground. “Some animals eat others to survive.”
Brittany looked on, thoughtfully. “What about chipmunks?”
“No, chipmunks are herbivorous.”
Brittany sly glanced over. “Are you familiar with the term cannibal?”
Before she could continue her thoughts, she was interrupted by a soft female voice. “Now should little girls be discussing that kind of thing?”
“Aunt Virginia!” The girls squealed.
Aunt Virginia was Charlene’s sister and the last remaining family member on their mother’s side. She was kind & motherly, partially because she lost her own children in a miscarriage. Still, a wonderful person & an idol to both of them.
“Oh, Auntie”, Brittany purred, “Can we go right now?”
“I believe Eleanor would like to go.” Virginia frowned. They snatched up the baby girl, and began trailing their aunt. “What got you talking about…carnivores?” she asked, grimacing.
“Curiosity.” Brittany smiled.
“Fair enough. No one should put a block on curiosity.”
She opened the door to her home. “Ah,” Jeanette gleamed her smile. “Heaven.”
It certainly wasn’t heaven, but it was as close as an infant chipmunk could get. Virginia lived in an abandoned human dump. Garbage was piled throughout her makeshift house made of sheets and twigs. She had managed to make the house reflect a human home, complete with restroom area, and a kitchen. Virginia took Eleanor from Jeanette’s arms.
“I’ll take Ellie in the kitchen. Would you like that?”
Eleanor’s eyes shone. “Num.” she gurgled.
“I call library!” Jeanette yelled, bursting into the living quarters of the home.
“That’s fine.” Brittany smiled, picking up a box of cosmetics. She considered herself an expert at mascara, blush, lipstick, and anything else she found ‘pretty’. She put eyeliner, dark & thick, on her eyes. She’d do the rest later. She grabbed a soldering gun. What her family didn’t know was she was an expert at mechanically oriented skills. And she’d never tell, either. She grabbed shreds of computers and a few car pieces from the dump, and went to work.
Jeanette’s library was not a library at all. It was an evergrowing pile of garbage, all human literature. She picked up T.S. Elliot, and began to run her eyes across the pages, turning them lightning quick. She was capable of understanding the human languages of French and English. She dropped the book, and snatched up some Dickinson. She continued devouring these books, and being a child prodigy, lusted for the unknown. Her continuation of study led her to a strange book. A ‘Psychiatric Dictionary’. She studied the terms. So many, yet they were all so familiar…
Brittany had finished. Perfect replicas of all her family, including her mother. The only exception was that horrible man. She flipped the switch she had installed on the small dome. They all jerked to life, hugging each other and dancing to the tune of their lullaby Bercuse. She began to cry at the sound. She remembered her mother’s singing voice, which ran through her mind over & over. The only that could cut it short was her aunt’s bloodcurdling screech.
She burst from the domicile towards the splintered kitchen. She noticed Jeanette was bounding in the same direction Brittany was headed. Eleanor was sprawled out on the floor, simply crying. Just left there. Not normal Virginia behavior.
They followed a blood trail from Eleanor to a horrific sight. Their aunt was lying in the midst of a flowing ruby river of blood gushing from a gash located on her temple. Budd stood above her, with a large crystal-like paperweight, cracked & soaked in blood. He looked down upon his victim, shoulders drooped & eyes vacant, as if he was somewhere else entirely. He eventually noticed Brittany and Jeanette. As if time had frozen, they stared into each other’s eyes, exchanging words and feelings they never could in reality. He eventually spoke. “-She had taken you without asking for my say-so. She sh-”
“The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know!” she screamed, feeling something dark taking her over. It was like anger, but more heated. It was like sadness, but more depressing. She found herself attaching to this feeling. She desperately tried inside to rid herself of it. But it was too intoxicating. She was forever bound to this darkness, and it consumed her innocence. She stopped struggling and let it hold her like her mother. She let it breathe for her. She let it MOVE for her. She searched her pockets, her hands finding the switchblade of which she used to make her crafts. As if waking from his drunken stupor, as she produced the blade from her side, Budd began to scream and panic. Brittany only became more thrilled by this display. She flipped the blade from it’s handle, it’s hiding place. She drove the blade wildly, without composer, impaling her father’s leg. He screamed and fell back, frightened.
“Stay Back!!!” he yelled. His blood slid from the blade, onto her hands, and over her fingers. It was so warm. As it touched her wrist, she felt the best she ever had. A smile branched across her face. She was not afraid any longer. She now had knowledge and composer. She was moving with the feeling, driving along with it. She slipped behind him, and twisted the blade inwards towards his throught. His eyes met hers once more. Only this time, nothing of his daughter was left. This was not his daughter. She was something else. Something worse…
Tears strolled from his eyes. His face soon contorted into a gasp, eyes wide and mouth ajar. Brittany had taken the blade, and had begun to run it from right to left. His neck was becoming a gaping hole. Blood shot from his wound onto the floor, Brittany’s hands, and anything else it could reach. The wailing Eleanor’s crying ceased as the red life force splattered her face. It sprayed on her cheeks, and danced on her tongue. The baby wiggled and twitched as if excited. In the midst of this traumatizing situation, Jeanette stood as the calmest, as if the calm before the storm. The rest of her body was in shock, heart racing, stomach upset, mind screaming ‘This was wrong!!!’
Brittany stood above her first victim, letting him simply drop to the floor. She spat on his corpse, which was still twitching. She just tilted her head, smiling. She was satisfied, sated. It hit her at once. What had she done?!! This couldn’t have been her! Not her. She was the least forgiving, but this? She couldn’t have been capable of this. This was someone else. It was the feeling. That monster within her. That…’Smile’. She stared at the corpse, and found herself kneeling towards his body. She took his face in her hands. Bloodied, cold, nasty & carrying the stench of alcohol mixed with his unbathed fur. She ignored it and kissed him. Unknowing if it was due to her conscious, trauma, or apology to her mother, she just kissed him. Trying to send him off peacefully. She was snapped into reality by the thought of him in the afterlife happy. She felt her hate returning. She’d never forgive him for what he had done. She had judged him. Off to hell. And she drove her fangs into his lips, and ripped them completely off. She sucked the skin into her mouth and swallowed it, pushing remnants of his flesh into her mouth. She licked the blood from her lips, and saw her baby sister Eleanor inching forward. The baby moved it’s mouth towards his throught, and wrestled with the skin, trying to tear it off. Today, she would feast! Jeanette continued to hear her conscious screaming inside, but couldn’t help herself from feeling relieved. She knelt down as well and introduced her teeth to his face. They tore into him, piece by piece, feeding a now insationable appetite. They would not eat Virginia, though. They buried her among the garbage in her own junkyard home. Brittany sat down the music box, and flipped it into action. Blood flowed from her hand, into the gears, and throughout the dome. The family inside danced, with blood raining inside. Brittany only smiled. That was her new favorite fantasy.
They gathered their belongings. Jeanette finally spoke. “Burn the place down.” Brittany realized that this was the end of their old lives, and the start of something new. She drained the booze that belonged to her father, what he adored so, amongst the makeshift house. Once the home glistened with alcohol, they took all their favorite items. Brittany took her aunt’s cosmetics and the switchblade knife that was a part of her now. Jeanette took three books- Psychiatric Dictionary, Dante’s Inferno, and the Holy Bible. Eleanor’s small hands grasped the fibia ripped from her father’s legs, still covered in meat.
Jeanette flipped open a lighter and tossed it inside. Flames shot from the windows, and the place caught fire. Brittany only smiled lightly as it burned to the ground as they turned away, walking into the distance. “Escape for thy life; and look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain: escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed.”
“Genesis, chapter nineteen, verse…meh, seventeen?” Jeanette asked, but received no answer.
Eleanor opened her mouth. She then stuttered her first words. “T-thank you.”
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