A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the suggestions, I'm always open in taking suggestions! The story itself changed... and the actual chapters will be much longer than this, obviously this is only the prologue! By the way, my whole "threat" of saying I won't start until I get reviews, well, I thought that when I started my first chapter it would take me forever but then the prologue came to mind and so yeah...

Prologue: Desperation Calls

For some people their sixteenth birthday would been a time for celebration and happiness, but for Charles, it was a time to hate the world even more. His parents themselves didn't care about birthdays and neither did he, they were that one time of year when you know that life will just get worse and worse with every passing year. His life was already bad enough as it was.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Charles? Are you still asleep in there?" Kari Ray demanded through her son's locked bedroom door. "It's almost fucking noon!"

Charles Lee Ray, or Chucky as his "friends" called him, just sat at his computer and ignored his bitch of a mother's demands and tapped away on his chat with his girlfriend, Tiffany. If there was one way to get rid of his mother it would be to ignore her; she would storm out of the house, get in her car and burn off down the road thinking that that would make Chucky change his act. All it really did was make him worse, after all, it was fun to see his mother so mad and she couldn't do anything to him about it because she knew she'd get trashed if that happened. Of course if she really wanted him out of his room she would go and get his father and he would pound on the door so hard that it would start to crack in places. Now that was able to get Chucky out of his room.

HotGoth: Why don't you just leave? Your parents wouldn't give a flying fuck if you left, would they?

Chucky666: Of course they would! Me leaving would mean that the fuckers wouldn't have anybody to yell at and take all their shit out on.

HotGoth: Oh, right. See if you can't get passed them and come to my house, at least here you have some respect.

Chucky666: Who fucking cares about respect, I just need some damn peace and quiet.

HotGoth: Then get your ass over here! This is practically the only place you'll get that peace and quiet.

Chucky666: Right, okay. I'll be over there as soon as I can get over there.

HotGoth: See you later.

Chucky closed the chat box but left the computer on as he grabbed his jacket and his shoes then unlocked his door and swung it open. He made a face of disgust to see his mother standing right in the doorway with her arms crossed.

"And where the fuck do you think you're going?" She demanded.

"Somewhere else than this shithole." Chucky shoved his way past Kari and ran out the door. For once she didn't go after him nor did she send Seth, his father, after him either. At least it was a start to an almost good 16th birthday.

Tiffany's house was only a few blocks from his and when he reached her street he found her sitting on her front porch waiting for him.

"That was quick," Tiffany said getting up and walking to him.

"Apparently they wanted nothing to do with me," Chucky said actually happily.

"My parents think there is something wrong with yours," Tiffany said shaking her head.

"And when the fuck did they figure that out? Of course my parents have something wrong with them, they are mental son of a bitches that need to be thrown into a psychiatric ward or something for the rest of their lives."

"Can't you make that happen?" Tiffany asked as they went into her kitchen where her mother was cooking lunch.

"Like Hell I could. If they ever got out if I did, they'd fuck me up good."

Tiffany sighed. "There's no way of stopping them is there?" She asked.

Chucky grinned at her. "Sure there is," he said.

Tiffany looked at him with surprise. "Really? How?"

Chucky snickered. "Kill them," he said thinking of how sweet that would be if he could kill his parents... could he kill them, or would they kill him first?

"By you?"

Chucky nodded.

"Doubtful. If the worst criminal in New Jersey can't kill them I don't think you could."

Chucky shrugged. "Fuck, you never know. I'm their son which means I can get my way with certain things that could lead me to the perfect time of slicing them up real fucking good."

"Why don't you call the police on them, hon?" Tiffany's mother asked as she laid two plates in front of them with steak and baked beans.

"That's already been done, and as you can tell it didn't do anything. The worst they've gotten with the police is six or seven years in prison. The police are fuck ups."

"I wish we could do something."

Tiffany and Chucky just shook their heads. Sometimes some mothers could be too caring. In this situation being too caring would end with a bunch of murders and an already bad life made worse.

"Mother, there's really nothing you can do," Tiffany said getting up and grabbing a couple sodas from the refrigerator.

"I bet there is something, I just have to see what that something is."

"I would try," Chucky said giving her a look. "If they found it was you they'd kill you."

Tiffany's mother turned and looked at Chucky in shock. "Are you serious?" She asked sitting down at the table.

"Hell yes, they have killed before and would do it again. You don't fuck with my parents, I should know that first handed."

Tiffany gave Chucky a stern look. "That's why you need to hang with us, your parents don't know where I live," she said looking at her mother almost pleadingly.

Chucky sighed and shook his head. "Doesn't mean they couldn't find where you live," he said. "They would know too because you're the only person I actually come out of my room for."

"So? We'll just call the police and say we've got a murder threat," Tiffany said.

This family really didn't get it. Many, many, many people have tried to rid of Seth and Kari Ray and have never succeeded. If one person could, it would be him, but he'd have to find the perfect way to get at them, which could require some help. When they had finished lunch Tiffany and Chucky went to Tiffany's room and Chucky started to pace around the room as he thought about what to do about his parents.

Tiffany watched him for a while until she could take it no longer.

"Chucky, you need to relax, we can think of something," she said stepping in his way and sitting him on the bed.

"Do you know anyone that teaches voodoo?" Chucky asked out of nowhere.

Tiffany sat quiet and just stared at him.

Chucky waited for her answer.

"Well, why would you want to find someone who does?"

"I watched something on voodoo the other day and now that I have thought about it, it will aid me with what I am about to do."

Tiffany put her hand to her mouth and gasped. "What are you about to do?" She asked.

"Something I should have done when I became old enough to do it," Chucky said taking Tiffany's hand and dragging her out of the house with him.