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CHAPTER FOUR:Incest
BRITTANY(Chelsea Smile/First Stage)
*007:04:09 Years Left*
“Breaking news tonight on ‘The Insider’. Alvin & the Chipmunks suing former manager Ian Hawke for slavery, child labor infraction, and breach of contractual agreements. The fees might be into the millions, and market analysis shows that Jett Records will go bankrupt by the end of the quarter. All this after the revelation of his exploitation of the Chipmunks, and the lip-synching incident in Los Angeles a few days back.
In, other news Brad Pitt-”
“That’s it!” Brittany said, poking Jeanette in the stomach.
“That’s what?” Jeanette sighed.
“The ticket. The ticket to get to the Chipmunks.” she laughed.
“What? Bankruptcy? You want to ruin their credit?” Jeanette asked, sarcastically.
“No. What would we need to do to make the ‘Munks’ life a living hell?”
“Hmmmm…”Jeanette went into thoughts, and after a few seconds answered with “Pick them off one by one, for they seem to be tight woven, unravel them, and they fall apart. Find out the people they love the most, take them away. Dig up their past, find out their dirtiest, hidden secret, and rub it in their face. Then kill them when they have nothing left.”
“Oooooh, sadistic. You do have a dark side, no matter what people say.”
“No darker than yours.”
“What would need though?”
“Ticket fare. A hideout. A little ‘intervention’ using your friend Chelsea Smile, and a fall guy. A patsy.”
“Ian Hawke.” Brittany nodded. “Give me that quarter on the ground. I have a plan.”
Jeanette gave her the coin, and she walked to the pay phone. Brittany called the operator. “Yes, uh, Los Angeles. Right, it’s Jett Records. Yes, thanks…Hello? Patch me through to Ian Hawke please. This is one of his business partners.” She put on her most sinister voice. “….Ian? Hello….Let’s say we have a mutual dislike of someone. I have a proposition for you.”
***
“We’ll good news, sissies.” she said, giving Jeanette a wink, then turning to Eleanor. “We got a record deal!”
“Ohmigawd!!!!” Eleanor squealed, hopping up & down. She then stopped. “You aren’t going to hurt those chipmunks, still, are you?”
“No, Eleanor, you’ve made me see the light.” Brittany said, eyes big as if begging for forgiveness, yet the eyes themselves were filled with deceit. “I would actually like to apologize to them for even thinking about hurting them. It seemed like the right thing to do.”
“Oh,” Eleanor sighed with relief. “Thank goodness. I thought you were headed down the wrong path. A dangerous path.”
“Never.” Brittany said, shock on her face. “What do you take me for?” Jeanette shook her head. Eleanor couldn’t believe this.
“I’m sorry.” Eleanor moaned. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Brittany.” she placed her head on Brittany’s chest. “Forgive me.”
“I forgive you. But you have to be a good girl.” Brittany nodded, then hissed “A non-snooping good girl.”
“Whatever you say.” Eleanor smiled.
“Well, hell.” Brittany said as Eleanor left. “He’s interested, but he won’t be connecting us with anything. We’ll have to get there ourselves. And I have no clue how-”
“…steps. First two. Third.” came a voice. Agatha stepped out from the shadows. “Help’s…arrival.”
“You finally arrived, Agatha.” Jeanette said, monotonously. “But, unfortunately, we have to leave again.”
“Leave to find truth. Take this. Tickets…to the gravestones.” she mumbled giving Jeanette three tickets to Los Angeles, “God awaits. Not now. Soon.” Brittany was frowning; how did she always show up at the right moments. Agatha walked towards Brittany, and leant down to her height. “Don’t frown. Smile. Fuhuhu.” she laughed, with sounded like a coughing cackle. Brittany raised her eyebrow. Did she know? Of course she had to know; she got the tickets for L.A., that’s an admission. Brittany reached for her pockets. Agatha stood still. “Not yet, little Smile.” Brittany stopped. Maybe Agatha was on her side.
“Thanks again.” Brittany finally spoke. What was she planning? And was she following them? Either way, Agatha was already gone. Probably preparing the way for them. Still, she must have some goal… “But what?” Brittany asked herself out loud.
“I wouldn’t know.” Jeanette sighed, guessing that Brittany was referring to Agatha Laurel’s motives. “But we should be gracious. She’s either leading us to the future you imagine,…or a trap.”
LOS ANGELES
???(???)
*007:04:09 Years Left*
At the same time

A group of school bullies were throwing around a small boy who could not defend himself. They laughed every time the boy shed a tear. “You big wuss.” they’d laughed. “Your mommy can’t save you now. No one will help you.” They felt safe because the strongest boy was keeping watch outside. They punched the defenseless boy in the face, to which his nose gushed blood. A scuffle outside caused them to turn their attention towards the doorway. Suddenly, their strong watchman went flying through the doorways. He smashed his face on the ground. He reached for his compatriots. “Alvin… is …coming.” he gasped, falling unconscious. The others began to gasp. He couldn’t be here! “Let’s get out of here!” one yelled.
A small red-clad figured jumped through the doorway, crouching on the ground. “HE’S HERE!!!!” one boy screamed. “HE’S REALLY HERE FOR US!!!” They dropped the boy, who scuffled off into the shadows.
“T-thank you, sir.” he said, never looking back. The red-clad figure never took his gaze off those bullies. His eyes seemed to connect with each one’s eyes, deadlocking them into place.
“Do you like to hurt defenseless children?” he asked, violence in his voice. “Those who can’t defend themselves?” he grimaced, inching closer. He cracked his knuckles. The boys began to scramble, but with the only exit behind this vigilante.
“A-assault!” one yelled. “You can’t hit us! That’s assault; it’s illegal.”
The capped animal shook his head. “No.” he said grabbing the speaker.
“If not assault, then w-what do you c-call this?”
“…Justice.” he said, slamming the boy’s skull onto the floor, knocking him unconscious. The other boys began shaking.
“What are you?” the second asked.
“I’m Alvin Seville.” He said grimly, rearing back his fist…

BRITTANY(Chelsea Smile/First Stage)
*007:03:31 Years Left*

This time, they traveled as inconspicuous as three shaven chipmunks can. No murder, no violence, just a coach plane ride. As smooth as butter. Of course, one passenger was never heard from again, and people claimed they heard laughter during the night. But Brittany might have gotten restless during the 12 hour trip. Just a little restless.
“Los Angeles is huge!” Eleanor proclaimed, excitement in her voice.
“Oh, yeah.” Jeanette agreed. “Except, we haven’t left the airport yet.”
“Oh.” she murmured. “Then, I’d hate to see the whole thing.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” Brittany said, walking past. “But that’s what we plan to do.”
***
After sight-seeing for a while, it was time to get their bearings. Eleanor watched as her two elder sisters conversed in private, before returning to her side. “Isn’t it pretty?” Eleanor asked.
“Sure is.” Jeanette nodded. “Now, listen carefully. Brittany is going to find us a place to live. Somewhere comfy, nice, cozy, and…untraceable.”
“Why would anyone trace us?” Eleanor asked.
“Autographs when we’re famous.” Brittany nodded. “Everyone will be looking for us. I promise. Paparazzi, reporters,…police.”
“Oh, okay!!” Eleanor nodded.
“You are going to seek out a replenishing food source.” Jeanette continued.
“Okie-Dokie, Artichokie!” she said, happily. “What about you?”
“I have been upset recently, and need to check up with a doctor.” Jeanette said, with no emotion. The comment surprised both sisters. Brittany never knew Jeanette was sick. She never mentioned anything of the sort.
“Are you okay?” Eleanor asked.
Jeanette winked her right eye. “I believe so. But I’m still worried.”
“What’s wrong?” Brittany asked.
“There parts of me that I am having trouble controlling recently.” Jeanette whispered in Brittany’s ear. “I believe your ‘friend’ Chelsea might be gaining a new buddy, against the will of the host.”
“I don’t understand.” Brittany said.
“Forget it for now.” Jeanette said, smiling. “I’ll be fine. Now, go. Do what you need to do.” And she walked away, leaving both her sisters confused by her cryptic condition. Had she been suffering for a while, by herself? Brittany backed up a few steps, she wheeled around.
“Well,” Brittany sighed, depressed not for her sister’s sickness , but rather because she might not be the only insane chipmunk around here. “You’d better do what she asks, Ellie. She knows best.”
“Right then.” she said, walking away. “Hey, cheer up, Brittany.”
“…That’s the idea.” she smiled, opening a suitcase, grabbing a pink. blood splattered costume. She ran her switchblade across her arm, blood spilling onto her hand. She ran her fingers across her mouth in an upwards arc. She lived again.

JEANETTE(Gestation Stage)
Jeanette bent over and splashed water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. A very worried little chipmunks was looking back. Her normal self. Nothing was wrong with her. She closed her eyes and sighed. Her right eye twitched slightly. She opened her eyes and found herself smiling deviously. Her eyes were empty and emotionless. Inside she was screaming “Help! Please give me my soul back! I want help!” Her face fell into a face of fear. Good, she was back. She placed her head down on the edge of the sink. These episodes were increasing in frequency. She hoped the doctor could help her. If he couldn’t, she might be gone by the end of the season. Consumed by her monster inside.
She walked out into the doctor’s office lobby, and jumped into a chair. Everyone was string at her. She shivered under her cloak. She felt as if everyone could see her dark side. She looked at the floor. She really felt like relieving some tension. She looked for something sharp. The walls were soft and all the screws and glass were protected against sharps. There would be no cutting. She ran her hand across her right arm, clawing at the skin. She hadn’t cut in over a year, so why couldn’t she do it when she needed to? Everyone was still staring. “Please, could you, um, stop staring?” she asked. They all kept their eyes on her. “Please?” Still staring. “Stop it. Stop it!!! STOP OR I’LL KILL YOU!!!!!” she screamed. Everyone gasped. She looked at her hands, and sighed, sitting back in her chair. “I’m sorry.” She moved her glasses, and covered her twitching eye.
“Well, that doesn’t seem nice to do.” came a voice. “Threatening people like that.” she wheeled around to see a chipmunk much like herself. Tall, lanky, and emotionless. He also sported glasses, but beared a long navy blue sweater. His hair was kept tidy, as opposed to Jeanette’s sporadic ponytail. She admired that. He adjusted his glasses. “Are you always that violent, or is it just for me?” he smiled slightly.
“Are you the doctor?” Jeanette stuttered, star struck.
“Oh, no. I just militate many of the doctor’s offices in town.” he chuckled. “The doctor will be in shortly.” He glanced over the homeless chipmunk girl. There was something alluring about her; dark and mysterious. Beautiful, even. “Listen, would you be willing for me to give you a private exam? Not a date, or anything. Just, erm, us-together-eating, watching a film, spending time together, um, together…”
Jeanette regained her composer, she should have known he was like every other male. “You mean exactly like a date. I’m sorry, sir, but I am not interested in your meek come-ons. Now, if you pardon me, I have business to attend to.” she hissed as the doctor walked through the lobby.
“There will be a ball on the 2nd of next month. Would I be able to court you?”
She ignored him, and followed the doctor into the back area. She laughed at how foolish she had been, thinking that she could maybe have had a ‘love-at-first-sight’ moment.
She sat down on the cold table. She looked over to her side. Another little girl sat over in the corner, eyes big. She wore an overly-large blue turtleneck, and a purple skirt. Jeanette looked over at her. She waved and the girl waved back. The doctor came up to Jeanette looking at the clip board. “Alright, Miss-uh,…”
“I don’t have a last name.” Jeanette said, shyly.
“Right then, …Jeanette, is it? What seems to be the problem?”
Jeanette looked back at the girl. “um…”
“Oh, that’s my daughter. She sits in here most of the day. Don’t worry, she can’t tell anyone. She’s a mute.” he nodded slowly. “Now, what’s the problem?”
Jeanette pushed her index fingers together nervously. “I have…well, I think, er…” She couldn’t get the words out. The doctor raised his eyebrows. Jeanette looked up, and was crying. “I think I might be two people.”
“Now, that’s just not possible.” the doctor stated. “Two people?”
Jeanette nodded, explaining about her life, notably her sister’s murderous intentions. She explained her feelings, and her twitch. She told him about her cutting urges, and how violent she wanted to be. He shook his head. “Now, you aren’t two people.” he sighed.
“Really?” Jeanette asked.
“Yes, you’re still just Jeanette. Halfway.”
“What?” she asked, shocked.
“All this worrying and sadness has caused you to create this ‘other self’ you spoke of. ‘She’ didn’t exist until you had the urge to create her. Now, well, if you continue feeding this thing sadness and violence, it’ll grow into a separate personality.”
“Can’t help it. It’s a family thing.”
“You should help it. It’s all because of your past. A trauma powerful enough to create an alternate personality leaves the victim…”
“-in a world where normal rules of right and wrong no longer apply.” Jeanette finished.
“Right.” the doctor nodded. “How’d you know?”
“I’ve seen it happen.”
“Well, that’s probably the reason you’re like this.”
“She’s the reason.” Jeanette said, gritting her teeth. “I blame her.”
“No, you shouldn’t blame anyone. It’s not their fault.”
“LIES!!” Jeanette yelled, eye winking. “Now I am a freak! I‘ll kill her.”
“No, you’re frustration is just making things worse. In periods of nervous tension or aggravated/depressive situations will cause it to emerge through your own personality.”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Joseph Scarbrough.” she laughed, tossing her bangs over her right eye, and grabbing a hypodermic needle. “You’re just too late. You can’t help me. But, cheer up. You have a 50/50 chance of survival.”
“No! Jeanette!” Dr. Urie said, with panic in his voice.
“No. Not Jeanette.”
“Is she dead?”
“Only half.”
“Then what should I call you?” the doctor asked.
“Bipolar. And as you can see, I am a lot happier.” she laughed, driving the needle into his throat. He gasped for air. She looked around. “Ah. I need new clothes. A bit of a striking fashion statement, eh?” Her eyes found Joseph’s mute daughter. She gripped her neck tightly. “There is something orgasmic about putting someone on the knees, begging for mercy, and then…” she smiled, looking at the 5 year old gasping and crying, reaching for Jeanette’s hands. “-You just don’t give it to them.” she growled, smile fading. She tightened her grip, and after a moment the girl’s struggling seized, and she lost her life. Jeanette ripped off her clothes, and threw off her own. “You know what the best part is?” she said, sliding her panties over her thighs. “The fact I left you alive long enough to see it. How’s that feel…‘Daddy’?” she cackled, slicking her hair into a neat bun. She adjust her glasses, then leant down to Joseph’s side.
“You…” he gasped, reaching for her.
“Yes. Me. And me!” she mocked. “I left you alive not just for the pleasure of making watch your daughter die, but to make a point. Tell them something evil has come to L.A.-and it’s not that stupid ‘Smile’ killer. No, it’s someone else. Someone worse.”
“This…isn’t…you.” he gasped, falling unconscious.
“Not me?” she asked herself. It wasn’t. She was gentle. Subtle, yes, but still gentle. She looked at the two unfortunate victims. “Oh, God.” she cried falling to her knees. She rubbed half of her face. She moved her hand to the right side. “You…my bad half.” She suddenly threw her fingernails into her right eye. “I’ll claw you out!!” she screamed.
“You can’t get rid off me,” she laughed at herself. “,because I am you, stupid. I am everything you ever wanted to be. And everything you didn’t.” she said seductively.
“I don’t think there is enough room for both of us!”
“Oh, of course there is!”
“Even so, doesn’t mean I want you!”
“Think about it, brainiac. I can do the things you always wanted to do but was too much of a goody two-shoes.”
“I don’t under-”
“What about Miranda? What did you want for her?”
“…I wanted her to suffer just like us.”
“What stopped you?”
“Conscious. It would be wrong to do.”
“So you didn’t.”
“She was still thrown in there by Eleanor.”
“Wrong!~”
“But I saw it with my own two-”
“I threw her in there! We threw her to the inmates.”
“No. It was all you!” Jeanette cried, falling to her knees, burying her head beneath her hands.
“You see, that’s my problem. I can’t do anything without your permission. But, if you give it, however slightly, I will do it. For you.”
“What about Dr. Scarbrough?”
“I dunno. Ask yourself.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“For you, angel.”
“You want nothing good for me, demon.”
“For example, Brittany…”
“Don’t you do anything!”
“Whatever you say.”
“Right.”
“…”
“Hahaha….hahahhahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Jeanette climbed to her feet, and looked in the mirror. “Well, demon, maybe it’s not so bad. You said it yourself. I’m too weak to get what I want. But you aren’t. I can use you for my own advantages!”
“That’s why you are the smart one. Anything you ask, angel.”
“Now, about Brittany…”

***

BRITTANY(Chelsea Smile/First Stage)

Brittany jumped upon a cold table. “Oooooh. Chilly.” she shivered. She looked around. Nothing but cold steel, surgical tools, and dead bodies. “What better a hideout than a morgue?” She pulled a dead body from it’s container. A Caucasian male, probably 33. “Wanna be my friend?” she asked the corpse. “Hmmm…I’ll call you…Fabio!” she said, clasping her hands together. “Whattya think?” She waited for a few seconds before answering “I’m glad you like it. You are now my servant. First order of business…” she smiled deviously, sliding out the container past his exposed torso. “Fwo-ho! Ah, that’s what they look like. How about a little ‘interaction’, Fab?” she purring, climbing on top of the cold body. She threw off her panties. “Be careful. I’m a virgin.”
“Chelsea Smile.” came a voice from the back. “Intriguing. A necrophiliac.”
Brittany wheeled her head towards the shadows angrily. “Yeah, and you’ll be my next plaything. Who are you?”
“Just a friend. But if you wish to have a name, you can call me…Bipolar.”
Brittany rushed towards the shadows. “I’ll call you dead!” She grabbed the shirt of the figure and threw it against a wall. The light shone on the figure’s face. “Jeanette?”
“Not quite.” she smiled, placing her hands behind her back. Brittany gasped at what she had done to herself. Her hair was placed in a bun, but half of it was frazzled. Her glasses were made out of one way glasses, so you couldn’t see her eyes. The right eye’s lens was cracked in various places. Black eyeliner much like Brittany’s persona was applied to the right eye, draining from under the glasses, whilst the other side did not seem to have any. She wore an oversized sweater, many sizes too big. The left sleeve covered her whole arm, whereas she had rolled up her right sleeve, bearing a large gash down the middle of her arm, gushing blood. She wore a skirt, in which one side wore a fishnet stocking, and the other had an oversized sock. The most horrifying thing she had done to herself was suturing her mouth straight across, up and down. When she’d open her mouth, the sutures would tear against the skin, throwing blood from the small wounds.
“What did you do to yourself?” Brittany asked.
“The question is…what did you do to me?”
Brittany looked over the disturbing figure of her sister. Her nerves were weak for the loss of blood and would cause her body to shake uncontrollably every once in a while. “I didn’t do anything.” Brittany said, in her normal voice.
“Wrong!” Jeanette yelled, pulling a large steak knife from her oversized sleeve, pinning Brittany to the wall, blade on her throat. “You made me.”
“Well, I don’t th-”
“SHUT UP!!” Bipolar yelled. “I don’t want your excuses. You did it.”
“This isn’t like you. Put the knife down. You’re a reasonable person.” Brittany said, nervously smiling.
“Don’t try to appeal to Jeanette.” her attacker screamed, splattering blood in Brittany’s face with every word.
Brittany reached towards her switchblade. Jeanette began to laugh. “Looking for this?” she asked, holding up the bloodstained switchblade. “I knew you’d fight back with your predictable pattern. Haven’t you anything new?”
“How about this, bitch?!” Brittany yelled, sticking her fingers in Jeanette’s slit wrist.
“Arrrghhh!” Jeanette dropped the switchblade, to which Brittany rolled towards it, and swiped it up. Jeanette’s eyebrow raised over her glasses. “Very good. But just as predictable. You never learned to encounter a fighting enemy. You are weak and stupid.”
“Oh, right. I just killed over fifty people as opposed to you with, um...NONE!”
Jeanette ignored her. “If there is one thing you taught me, it’s the easiest way to kill someone is to walk up behind them and slit their throat.”
“Well, sucks for you that I can see you then, huh?”
“Perhaps.” Jeanette laughed, walking forward with her knife.
“Never fuck with a mass murderer, noob.” Brittany laughed, driving her blade into her chest. “And never show yourself directly.” Jeanette and her immediate area shattered like glass. It was a mirror!
A blade was placed on Brittany’s neck. “I didn’t. How, you ask? Trajectory, sister. My position to the mirror made it where you could she me, but not your own reflection. When you jumped for your weapon, I slid into position. You never foresaw the possibility of two opponents. Which is exactly what your dealing with.” she smiled, turning Brittany around and getting very close to Brittany’s face. “Say goodbye, love.” She could feel Brittany’s breath on her lips. She stopped. She was paralyzed, but not by fear, nor physical ailment. She just could not kill the girl. “Hmm. Curious.”
Brittany’s eyes glanced from the blade to Jeanette, and her smile returned. “You don’t have the guts, do you?”
“Oh, I do. It’s just…”
“Hahaha. Lies. You are, like, so weak.”
“Shut up, it’s just…I admire you too much.”
“Because I’m your sister?”
“No,” Jeanette shook her head. “Your other half.”
“There is no other half. This is just who I am: God.”
“Not two?…But I thought…You said…TWO people…good and bad…juggling…AARRRGGHHH!!!” she yelled, going into the fetal position, in front of Brittany, crawling towards her feet. “I…don’t…understand…” she whispered.
Brittany’s eyes grew large. There was something about seeing Jeanette on her knees in front of her that made Brittany stir inside. THIS was pleasure. Brittany glanced around. “You don’t have to…um,…”
“So wonderful. Such is the epiphany of perfection.” Jeanette said, placing her head on Brittany’s feet. Brittany felt a liquid, which she couldn’t tell if it was saliva or tears, but just the thought of her sweet sister worshiping her feet…her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in pleasure. If she thought as Brittany as a higher figure, she would certainly take the admiration of being on top. Being number one. Being GOD! Brittany softened her voice. “Rise, Jeanette.”
Jeanette raised her head, tilting it, dropping her glasses and showing her tear-soaked eyes. “Yes?”
“I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
“Worship?” Jeanette asked. So good at guessing.
“That’s right.” Brittany graveled, monotonously. “Worship me.”
“Yes, Brittany.”
“Call me God.”
“Yes,…God.” Jeanette nodded. Brittany reached her hand forward, and petted Jeanette’s hair.
“You are a good follower. You should be gracious. My hand touching you is holy, and not many people get the pleasure. Usually it’s my hand coming to punish them. But you are special, lucky. You are my right-hand girl.” she purred. Suddenly, her voice changed back to a serious tone. “But you are only that. You’ll never be more than number two. Ever. You’ll never surpass me. And, yes, you‘ll always be beneath me. Do you understand? Is that clear to you?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Their eyes met, and Brittany blushed. It was uncontrollable and unexpected. Was there another set of feelings hidden within herself? Something more for Jeanette, other than being the strategist, follower, and her sister? She came towards Jeanette. “Jeanette…”
Jeanette rose to face her sister. “Yes?”
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