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CHAPTER THREE: Symbol
BRITTANY THE CHIPMUNK (Transitional Stage)
*008:10:02 Years Left*

When the only companions you have are boxes and bags, and your only cushioning is your sisters, the flight isn’t first class. But to Brittany, it wouldn’t matter where she was sitting. She was too deep into thought. Which humans deserved to die? How would she do it? How would people be scared of a chipmunk? She had spent the past week thinking of it. And now she was ready to apply it to herself. To make the people shiver and scream. Domination. Revenge. Pleasure. All fell into her plan. She’d take her insistent urge to smile during murder, and that would be her façade. The humans she hated so much and the animal she used to be would be fused in an anthromorphic hybrid. No one would understand what she was, and she would be a wraith in their minds. People fear the unknown, and she would be their fear. Her self-hatred would make her invincible, and her hate for the human race would make her unstoppable. She began to design a monster in her mind, and mutate herself into it.
Jeanette looked towards Brittany, staring into space. She pondered what thoughts could be going through her head, but was more intrigued by which thoughts were going through her own mind, and the incident at the orphanage a small bit earlier. Eleanor was sleeping on top of a dog’s cage, and young puppy she had been taken care of. She was the most motherly of the bunch and must have been bred that way, for she had no memory of Charlene. Jeanette’s eyes came across a mirror in the back, which had fallen mid-flight cracking half of it. She saw half of her body as normal, and the other half as tattered and cracked. That is exactly how she felt. As two halves, rather than a single whole.
“Smile.” Brittany said, the first word of the whole trip, which was stopping across Japan, Germany, France, and Nigeria, ending in America in two days.
Jeanette sighed. “I think I forgot how.”
“Everyone should smile.” Brittany purred, eyes closed.
“Well, this trip has changed you.” Jeanette stated. “Maybe for the better?”
“Oh, much better. I had a calling all this time, and I had my finger on it for the longest, but now I finally know what it is.”
“And what is that?”
“The game and the rules…”
Jeanette arched her eyebrow. “Meaning?”
“The game of life, and the laws we must obey.”
“What about it?”
“I’m not one for following anyone else’s rules-”
“That’s for damn sure.” Jeanette thought.
“-so I’m gonna make a difference. I’m gonna change the world. I promise you that.”
“As a chipmunk?”
“No, that’s the beauty of it. I can do it as me. As Brittany the Chipmunk, I’m weak. I’m flesh and blood, and I can be ignored, destroyed. But as a symbol, I can be become something else entirely. I can become a rumor, a slip of the tongue. A thought in someone’s mind. I can become invincible.”
“What symbol?” Jeanette asked.
Brittany smiled.
***
Brittany begun digging through the barrels of supplies. She stumbled upon a razor blade, and her eyes glistened. This was perfect for the new her. She found an axe, hair dye, some scraps of cloth, and some paper and pencils. And went to work. She drew tons of pictures and doodles of monsters and characters she didn’t think was appropriate for her rebirth. She decided to work on that later.
***
“What are you doing?” Eleanor asked, finding Brittany sobbing.
“Missing it already.” she cried, handing the axe to Jeanette. Eleanor had a confused look on her face. Jeanette raised the axe above her head, and brought it down on the connecting point between Brittany’s spine and tail, severing the tail from her body. Eleanor raised her hands to her mouth. Blood covered Jeanette’s glasses. “aarrrhhgghhhhhhh…..”Brittany sobbed. “…aaaarrrgghhhhh..hhh.hhh..hahaha…hahahaha….HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” She rubbed her hand on her hindquarters, feeling a clean area, as if the tail had never been there. Blood covered her hand, and a strand of saliva ran down her lip. She wiped it away, and turned to the mirror. “Oh.” The blood had soaked into her fur, and it looked as if she was grinning. Her eyes widened. “Perfect.” Then she noticed her thick fur. “Or so it would seem.” She grabbed the razor.
***
She stood naked. She could see her belly button, her flesh, and her nipples, amongst other things she used to not be able to see due to her fur, all of it lying on the ground. She looked in the mirror. She had shaped the fur to look as Agatha’s hair, all of it in her face, but not as long. She had the appearance of a human little girl. She tilted her head and pushed her new ‘hair’ behind her ears. She noticed a remaining patch of fur on her wrist and brought the razor up to cut it off. She succeeded, but cut too fast. “Argh.” she hissed. Blood dripped on the floor from the cut. She began to panic. What if she had cut too deep? Would she die? What would happen then? But she couldn’t help but think that the cut felt…good.
Jeanette came in the room. “Well, let see it. Oh, God.” she stuttered as her eyes met the blood on the floor.
“Jeanette?”
“Let’s see it.” she notioned. She looked at the slice. “You didn’t hit a vein. Lucky. It probably just hurt.”
“Not…really.”
“Hmmm..?” Jeanette asked. Brittany picked up the blade, and grabbed Jeanette’s arm, and ran the blade lightly across her lower arm. “Hey! You crazy bitch!”
Brittany laughed. “Well?”
“I…really shouldn’t allow you to do stuff like that.”
“But that doesn’t answer the question.”
“…” Jeanette looked at her bloodstained fur. “It felt…relieving.”
“Yeah.” Brittany smiled.
Jeanette looked at Brittany’s sleek skin and faux fur-hair. “Do you…heh…do you do request works?”
Brittany picked up the razor and axe…
***
Eleanor saw blood and fur on the ground, and began to dash across the cargo hold. She feared the worst. She slid across two human girls above the sink. Humans…she was so dead. Just like Jeanette & Brittany. Rest their souls. She raised a brandy bottle and crashed it over a table. She’d go out swinging. “Hey, you!!!”
The girls turned around. Was it…? “What are you doing?” It was it was just her sisters, but they looked so different. “What’s with the bottle?”
“This? Oh, I thought you were…” she dropped the bottle. “Sorry.” She looked over their naked bodies. “What…?”
“Oh, this? We’re casting out our pasts.” she raised the blood covered razor. “How ‘bout you?”
Eleanor wanted to, really, but she wasn’t like them. She wasn’t gung-ho like them. She looked down at the ground. They were so beautiful, in an exotic way. She wanted that. She nodded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRFGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed.
“Quit down!” Brittany hissed.
Eleanor watched the blood run from her hindquarters across the floor. The pain. “It HURTS!!!!!” she sobbed loudly.
“Quiet!!” Jeanette soothed her by petting her cheeks. “’K, Brittany, give her a shave.”
“Oh….”Eleanor wept.
***
Eleanor examined herself in the mirror. She was so fat in contrast to her sisters. She reached for her mouth; she’d do it again, right now. “No,” Brittany said. “,we have something to show you.” She slid the blade across her sister’s small arm. Eleanor purred. Brittany lent down. “So, whattya think?”
Eleanor glanced over. “Can I have that?”
“I don’t care, but Jeanette might want it.”
Jeanette shook her head. “She can have it.” Eleanor’s chubby digits wrapped around the blade. “But be careful with it, Eleanor.” Eleanor smiled. Cutting and bulimia were so…pleasurable.
Brittany picked up three hair dye boxes. “M’kay, we have blond, brunette, and auburn. Who wants what?” Her sisters thought about it for a short while, before settling the dispute. Eleanor would go blond, Jeanette would be au naturel with brown, and Brittany would be an unorthodox red. They then separated the three pieces of cloth. Purple, pink, and viridian. There was no random dispute; each had a specific color in mind.
Eleanor became clad in green.
Jeanette loved blue tints.
Brittany adored red(obviously), and all red pigments, thus she chose pink.
And it was set.

BRITTANY(Prerequisite Stage)
*008:09:30 Years Left*
NEW YORK
Caught. They were caught sneaking out the back. Brittany had not raised her blade, leaving it safe in her pockets. Of course, it was confiscated. But she was still happy, for now she’d begin her reign of terror, under a new identity. But not yet.
“They seem to be female.” the first officer said to the second. “Of what species, we have no idea. They could be a mutant offshoot of a rodent of some sort…” Brittany smiled with her head tilted. The first humans to see her were authority figures. Ironic.
“There are three. All say they are only one year old. They say they are here to sing for a living.”
“Sing?” the second asked.
“For a living. Like, as musicians.”
“Where are the instruments?”
“They only had a razor blade, some books, and switchblade knife.”
“That doesn’t sound very musical…”
Brittany cast a glance at Jeanette. “Haha.”
“What?” Jeanette whispered.
“Cops…”
“Do you have an escape planned?” Jeanette asked. Brittany only laughed.
The cops returned. “The analysis of the blades show bloodstains. We-”
“We told you we were cutters.” Eleanor interrupted, scared out of her wits they’d be caught.
“We know, we heard you.” they said, rolling their eyes. “Only the blood from the razor matched your own. The switchblade returned as the blood of multiple victims, over three. Did you kill people.”
“No, not three.”
“How many then?!”
“Four…or rather, seven….” Brittany smiled. “Dad, the surfer, Ms. Grudge, Miranda, and…you guys.”
“Very funny. But even counting us, that’s only six. Whose the seventh?”
Brittany closed her eyes. “I poisoned one. Minutes ago. The plane’s pilot.”
The cops looked at each other. “What pl-” The cargo plane crashed through the roof, crushing the two cops. And landed right in front of the girls. Brittany tossed her hair in a ponytail. “That one.” She glanced at Jeanette head bowed. “Thanks for the calculations on that. It worked perfect.”
Jeanette shook her head. “Don’t congratulate me.” Eleanor was having a panic attack, to which Brittany handed her a bottle of pills.
“Here. The pilot’s. He ought to know the difference between his medicine and cyanide capsules.” And they left the airport.
***
“All right, let’s make some cash. For supplies.” Brittany nodded.
“Supplies for what?” Eleanor asked, left in the dark about Brittany’s ‘symbology’.
“Ignorance is bliss.” Jeanette sighed.
“Yeah,” Brittany quoted. “Don’t burden yourself with the secrets of scary people.” Eleanor questioned her allegiances. Something cross was going on. “Still, money. Now, let’s go become singers.” Easier said than done. Singing was Charlene’s dream for the girls, They did have natural singing talent, for sure. So,
They wandered from place to place, being booted for being too unorthodox, too young, or too untalented. Every bar, club, and hidey-hole would send them on their way. From even the most seedy hangouts, they were booted. Until they reached a rather ‘unsavory’ workplace. Brittany tilted her head curiously. The title of the establishment didn’t have much flavor to it. “Night Surprises Tits & Snatch.” Brittany read out loud. She turned to her sisters. ‘Sounds classy.” There was a silence. None of them wanted to enter the building. Eleanor shivered underneath her frock. The boys at the orphanage…there would be a hundred of those two in this building. Brittany gestured to Jeanette to come over to where she was. Jeanette slid over silently. “So, this would be the best place to unveil the ‘new me’. Hundreds of scumbags no one would miss. Even you probably think this would be the best place to do this.” Brittany nodded.
Jeanette twitched her cheek unconsciously. “Fine. I’ll distract Ellie. Don’t drag her into this. She’s seen enough.”
“I’ll need a new outfit. Can’t wear my street clothes!” Brittany said. “But where…?” She was interrupted by a small toddler wearing a pink top with matching dress, with blue tights and huge yellow legwarmers skipping by. She waved at Brittany. Brittany’s bangs fell in her eyes, covering a sinister gleam. Jeanette felt sick to her stomach. She knew what was coming, and wanted no part in the murder of this innocent four-year-old. If only her parents had kept the girl at home tonight… Jeanette closed her eyes. “Make it quick.”
“She won’t even feel it.” Brittany smiled, climbing into the sewers. “-that much.” Jeanette wanted to cry, but felt the subliminal twitch in her dimples again.
“Eleanor,” Jeanette called. “Sweetheart, lets find a nice meal.”
Eleanor’s eyes shone. “Sure! What about Brittany?”
Jeanette slipped down onto her knees, seeing a hand shoot out of a sewer grate, and pull the little girl inside.
“Jeanette, are you okay?” Eleanor asked, intently.
“I’m fine.” she smiled, weakly, pulling herself to her feet. “Brittany’s already eating, I’m afraid. Just an appetizer at the moment, though.” She wrapped her arm around her baby sister. “How about we go to the Upper East Side, to the expensive garbage cans?”
“Oh boy!” Eleanor giggled. “What’s the occasion?”
“Rebirth.”
***
Brittany climbed from the sewers, clad in the child’s clothes. They were a bit big; she’d probably grow into them around next year. She turned to the puddle of water below, and rubbed her eyes until they water, flooding the eyeliner around her eyes. She then wiped blood around her lips like a large, beastly smile. She placed her switchblade in her panties, and laughed heartily(or heartlessly…) and walked through the ‘Performers’ door.
Many naked women of varying nationalities and ages were gathered in the room, all used-up, most topless. Brittany ignored the strippers, and climbed upon the manager’s desk.
“What the-” he asked. “What the hell…?”
“I’m here to perform. My name is Brittany Miller, we spoke over the phone.”
“You’re a bit young…whatever. Our customers like ‘petite’ girls.” Brittany frowned. He meant most are child molesters. “Still, you’ll need a stage name. You got one?”
Brittany nodded slowly. “Call me Smile. Chelsea Smile.”
“Right, Chelsea. You’re on in seven. Give ‘em a show they’ll never forget, ‘k?”
Brittany glared back, with a sinister smile more frightening than the blood war-paint on her face. “I promise.” she shut the door to his office. “How ‘bout a private showing of what I’ll do?”
He fumbled with his belt. “Oh, yeah. I usually don’t do this with my workers, but I’m excited by your goth gimmick or whatever.” he pressed against Brittany. “Make me smile.”
“Don’t worry.” she nodded. “I guarantee a BIG smile.”
The strippers outside pressed together. The boss never ‘interacted’ with the payroll. She must be special. Brittany shut the door. “Go home,” she hissed at the strippers. “some serious stuff is about to go down. Run.” she slipped a bloody knife into view. The other women all screamed and ran through the exit. A wire across the door snapped. A miniature plastic explosive device was triggered and blew all the girls into oblivion. Brittany looked at a dismembered arm. “Whores.” She turned her head towards the boss. His throat was slit, and his lips were carved open into a big smile. “I always keep my word.” she laughed.
***
The men inside were yelling and throwing items at the stage, swearing every naughty word in their meager minds. Brittany peeked through the doors, 49, 50, 51,…there were 52 of them, all stupid. She thought of the most ridiculous bait, not to sucker them in, for the doors and windows were barricaded, but rather to insult them even more. She thought of something, something ridiculous that would rip her to shreds if she ever tried it. But they’d believe it.
She walked out onto the stage. “Hi, my name is Smile-”
“Whoo-hoo! A little chick!”
“-and it’s my first time. Be gentle.” she began fiddling with her tights. “I’m actually going for a record tonight, boys, if you wanna help.”
“Yeah!!” they cheered.
“I’m going for the most penetration in a single hole. And I have to beat 51. Would you help me?” The men all stormed the stage. They pulled on her underskirt. “Like, 52 natural, or do you have toys?”
She reached in her panties. “I have one toy. It’s my favorite. Wanna see?”
They all nodded eagerly. She withdrew her switchblade. They all looked confused. “Well, boys, let’s play.”

*008:09:29 Years Left*
Brittany slumped on a park bench. What a night. 67 people. Wow. She tried to wait up for her sisters to return, but was too tired. Castrating 52 guys was hard enough, much less applying her signature mark. This nocturnal stuff is for the birds. She fell asleep.
***
“Britt. Brittany.”
“Wha-”she awoke to see Jeanette standing above her.
“Your antics at the strip club made the front page.” Jeanette sighed, holding up a newspaper.
THE NEW YORK TIMES
March 1, 1999
SMILING BIG?
The NYPD are investigating the Night Surprises gentlemen’s club for evidence on a mass murder last night, leaving sixty-six dead. Oddly enough, each victim had a gash across their cheeks, in what resembles a smile. The police chief wouldn’t sit down for an interview, he did comment that, quote, “We are dealing with one sadistic -expletive-.” The only evidence left was a napkin with a lip print, which was made of what seems to be blood, along with blood on the walls which proclaimed “Cheer Up, God is Coming”. Nothing else is known, but it’s probable that this is only the start of a string of murders. What maniacal plan does this ‘Smile’ Killer have for our fair city?
-Emily Huxley
Photojournalist
“It’s a good start.” Brittany nodded. “And with you helping, I’ll never be caught.”
“Well,” Jeanette sighed. “It’d help if you didn’t keep your costume on when you sleep on a public bench.”
Brittany looked down. “Oh!” she turned red. “A-whoops.” she peeled off the skintight leotard. “That’d help.” She unzipped the back of her skirt. “What should I do with them?”
“Burn them.” Jeanette whispered.
“What’s with you burning stuff?” Brittany laughed, rolling her eyes, “You big pyro.” She pulled her costume above her head. “I kind of like it. I wanna keep it.”
“Do what you will.” Jeanette said, spitefully. “But keep it locked in a box, chest, or suitcase.”
“Right. This’ll make me memorable.” she placed the costume in her suitcase. “Where’s Eleanor?”
“She was so exhausted after all the working last night. I think she is bulimic…She was also quite worried about your whereabouts.”
“Doe-”
“No,” Jeanette interrupted. “She has no clue that you were behind the activity last night, or that it even happened.”
“You think she’ll find out someday?”
“…Perhaps. Let’s not talk anymore. Let’s get some sleep.”
“Right.” Brittany laughed. “Tired as f-HHHuuuhhhh.” she yawned, closing her eyes.

*007:04:12 Years Left*

The next year or so was simple for Brittany and her siblings. She did as planned and did not kill anyone in an notable fashion connected to the ‘Chelsea Smile’ modus operandi.
They’d go from bar to bar, still searching for a place to use their singing talents, and as Eleanor thought, fulfill Brittany. All she wanted to do was fulfill her. So badly… However, anomaly chipmunks are not what people flock to. So they thought. They had countless offers for documentaries and freak shows, but turned them down. Apparently, someone else had taken their ideas. For the singing at least.
“WHAT?!!!” Brittany screamed. “WWWWHHHHYYYYYYYY????!!!!!” she slammed her own head into the wall. She threw her head towards the sky. “You!!!!!” she was stuck in a delirium trigger.
“What’s the matter with Brittany?” Eleanor asked.
“Three other chipmunks have recently reached superstar status in California.” Jeanette sighed. “Brittany feels crushed.”
“Crushed…” Brittany whispered, kneeling in the corner.
Eleanor gasped. Brittany sad made her feels so…depressed. Why did she feel like that? They all sat in silence. But, Brittany seemed to cheer up! Eleanor gasped with intent. She even was…smiling. Eleanor’s grin faded quickly. The smile was….so dark. Eleanor shivered. Now, Brittany was scaring her. “Please,” Eleanor thought. “Stop smiling.”
“Hahaha.” Brittany shivered with excitement. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaahahhahahahahahahaha.” Eleanor gasped at the laugh her auburn-haired sister uttered. This couldn’t be Brittany. Could it?
“Well, my sisters. It seems that we have reached a speed bump in the road to success. These chipmunks who think they can just waltz in and steal our lives, well they fail to understand one crucial factor. Us.”
“Brittany, you’re scaring me.” Eleanor stuttered.
“Aw, I’m sorry.” Brittany smiled, turning to Jeanette. “But not really.”
Jeanette adjusted her glasses. “So, what are you going to do?” she directed the conversation towards Eleanor. “Go away for a second.”
“No, I want to hear what you are planning on doing.” Eleanor argued.
“Fine.” Brittany snarled. “I’m going to kill those three chipmunks as soon as a safe path opens.”
“You must be joking!” Eleanor said with dismay.
“Does it look like I’m joking?” Brittany laughed, with a smile on her face. They all looked towards the giant monitor in Times Square. Entertainment Tonight was being broadcast.
“Too tired to rock? The Chipmunks might be. Manager Ian Hawke says the Chipmunks will be kicking off the first stop on the new ‘Rabid Transit Tour’ at th-”
“Wait,” Brittany smiled. “I believe Baldy will be our ticket to the imposters.” her hair fell in her face. “Alvin.”
Jeanette cleaned her glasses. “Simon.”
Eleanor pushed her pigtails back. “Theodore.”
Brittany chuckled. “Let’s see how much you like red when it’s gushing from your throat.”
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