Elizabeth had been eyeing this place for some time. It seemed pretty bangin' for her. She couldn't help it. It couldn't leave her mind. There were two men living there for a while now. Isolated. Alone. Sometimes one left the house, while the other stayed in. She'll get in there, do what she needs to do, then book it. The crave in the pit of her stomach was slowly consuming her. She crouched more in her hiding place, but crept forward when she was sure they wouldn't notice any movement outside. Their voices became more prominent.
"Bunk, Eddie. This is stupid. You're gonna blow our cover, and everything will be gone. The cops'll be on our tail! Can you relate?" the first man said to 'Eddie'.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man. Drop it. Forget it. Forget I ever said anything," Eddie said.
Elizabeth, who had taken no interest at all to the conversation that just took place, slowly poked her head up from the windowsill and saw one man was standing at the foot of the stairs. He was looking at the other, which was sitting on a couch watching TV, with disgust.
"I'm going to bed."
"And you're telling me why?" the other guy grunted.
"Because, dear partner of mine," he gritted his teeth, "You need to learn when to bag your butt-ugly face, and who knows what kind of shit you're goin' to blab about when I ain't in the same fuckin' room," and that was when the first man stomped up the stairs.
"Well, shit. Bite me," the other mumbled as the first ascended up the stairs. Eddie clearly didn't want the other to hear that. Elizabeth quickly deduced that the first guy was most likely the leader of the two. She only wanted to kill one at the moment. She chose the couch potato. If need be, she'll kill two. But that would seem rude and unnecessary.
Now all she had to do was wait. See, she couldn't just barge in there, waving around a knife like a crazy person. These kinds of things needed to be planned out nicely and in an orderly way. Kind of like a tea party. Her eyes never left the nodding off figure in front of her. Even though there were no glass panes, he didn't notice her. He didn't hear her, either.
As soon as his chin dropped down to his chest, she was on the move. Clutching her knife, she stealthily clambered over the sill and dropped down, as quiet as a mouse. She moved fast over all the clutter surrounding the entire area. Moving over her victim, she stared at his sleeping face. A smile curled her lips as she was about to do the one thing she loved.
She slid her finger lightly over the knife's blade; she contemplated whether to do a clean cut, or make it last so that she may savor it. Then her thoughts wandered to the other dude up on the second floor and sighed. Maybe a clean cut, and then blow this joint.
She swiftly used her free hand to cover his mouth and used the other to bring her nifty switchblade knife to his neck. His eyes flew open instantly and stared wide at her in terror. She smirked and removed her hand from his mouth to plant a quick kiss, just as she stabbed his jugular. He made a strangled noise, clutching vainly at the mass of blood squirting out from him.
She chuckled to herself. Oh, boy. Laundry day is going to be a day early.
Meanwhile, unknowing to the murderous lass, Eddie's muffled cry had drifted upstairs to the still-awake ears of notorious serial-killer, Charles Lee Ray.
He lay there, contemplating whether to go downstairs to see what the bastard was doing, or to just stay where he was. He turned on his side to look at the clock. It read 11:34 PM. He groaned and swung his feet to the side of the bed.
"Pitiful little..." he mumbled curses to himself about Eddie, as he made his way downstairs.
He was already used to the act of moving around without making any noise, so Elizabeth, almost as... talented as Chucky was, wasn't up to par when it came to him. Naturally, she was oblivious to his presence on the foot of the stairs, his eyes staring widely at the explosion of red liquid before him.
"What the-" he mistakenly uttered. Elizabeth's highly trained ears picked up the noise he made, and turned around fast. Her eyes were wide with surprise to the fact that she hadn't heard him. His eyes traveled from the mess to her bloodied face.