Chapter Two; The Lakeshore Strangler

Chucky had just woken up from his nap and now he was sitting down in front of the television set and watching an episode of Sesame Street. "Ah man," Jack said with disgust as he got home from school. "Mom, Chucky just crapped himself again." He said sniffing the air and trying to wave away the scent of dirty diapers as a great whiff came through the air. However, suddenly he realized that besides his younger brother, he was the only one there.

Chucky leaned forward continuing to watch his show with interest. "Mom, where are you?" Jack asked loudly as Chucky finally realized another presence inside the living room and turned around to look at him. Jack started to search the house, but he didn't find any sign of their mother until he walked into the kitchen and found a note tape to the front of the refrigerator.

Dear Jack,

Please watch Chucky while I go out and do some very important errands.

I'll be back soon.

Love, Mom

Jack tore the note off of the fridge and crumbled into a paper ball. "Oh you have got to be fuckin kidding me!" he exclaimed as he tossed the ball into the trashcan. "Why am I always in charge of that hopeless loser!?" he cried as Chucky continued staring at him for a moment before he burst into tears. "That's it!" Jack yelled as he threw his arms up into the air with frustration. "I can't take it anymore!" he yelled as he walked over to Chucky and picked him up.

"Ever since you were born you've been getting in my way. My mom and I were happy enough already without you, and you shouldn't have even been born anyway." He told him, but Chucky just continued to shriek inside his face. "Shut up! I hate you, and I don't care what Mom says you are not my brother." Jack said as he set Chucky back down and rain upstairs to his room and slammed the door behind him.

End of Flashback

"You mean he just left you all alone by yourself?" Tiffany questioned. "Yeah, but that's not the worst part. Of course I didn't know what it meant then, since I was only a baby, but after Jack had left, the show that I had been watching had been interrupted with a special news report, that one of the most dangerous serial killers in history had escaped prison." Chucky explained.

"So what happened?" Tiffany asked him. "Well, nothing at first. You see that day that my mother left the note for Jack, she had really gone and met my father." He answered. "Why would she want to do that after everything that he did to her?" she asked him. "Because he threatened to kill me if she didn't marry him." He explained. "But why would he kill his own son?" she asked. "Oh boy," Chucky began with a loud groan. "What is it going to take to get through to you that he hated me and wanted me dead before I was born!? I told you, he was a mean and rotten son of a bitch." He said.

"But if your mother married him, wouldn't that still put you in danger?" she asked. "Yes, and boy did it ever. The only problem was that my mother felt powerless to stop it. When I was five years old I got in trouble at school for punching the kindergarten bully in the face." He said. "But if he was a bullying you, that meant you were only trying to defend yourself." Tiffany said. "To you maybe, but to the principal, the other teachers and my father, I was only trying to stir up trouble. After my father got ahold of me, I didn't sit down for a month." He explained.

"Weren't you scared?" Tiffany asked him. "Scared," Chucky began with a scoff. "I was fuckin petrified! I tried to runaway but I only went around the block since I wasn't allowed to cross the street. That night when I got home my father only beat me harder. I spent many sleepless nights upstairs in my bedroom crying the night away. I knew my mother still loved me, and when my father wasn't around she was always there to comfort me. Sometimes she even drove me over to my grandfather's to spend the weekend when she could get away with it. And boy did I love her even more for that, since next to her, the only one who truly loved me was him." He said as he grew a sorrowful expression on his face and heaved a heavy sad sigh.

"Even though Jack would blame everything he did on me, my mother and grandfather were the only ones who knew the truth. The only difference was that my grandfather was the only one who would stick up for me." He said. "So what happened to him?" she asked. "He died on my twelfth birthday." Chucky answered sadly. Tiffany gave a little quiet gasp at my expense. "Oh Chucky I'm so sorry." She told him with true sincerity and empathy. "That's alright, everyone knew he was sick. It was only just a matter of time. The worst part about it was that he was a Christian." He told her. "Well, isn't that a good thing, I mean he's in a better place now isn't he?" she asked him as Chucky grew quiet for a moment. "No." he finally answered. "He would have better been off with me and my mother. I trusted God and He took him away from me. After that I never Trusted Him or anyone again." He explained.

"What do you mean?" Tiffany asked him. "I mean after I got expelled from school when I was sixteen I really ran away from home and I never went back. I was my own man then, and I realized that the only person who was going to look after me from now on was myself. So it pretty much escalated from there. I started becoming known as The Lakeshore Strangler and studying in the art of voodoo. That way if anybody ever tried to kill me, I would have a way to come back. And as you know, eventually they did and I transferred my soul into this God damned body." He explained as several moments went by without either of them saying anything.

"You never told me any of this before." Tiffany finally said. "That's because I didn't want you or anybody else to know. I mean nobody can change what happened to me in the past, they can only change my heart." He said as his mind started to wander again. "And luckily, one little girl did." He said as he looked back up at Tiffany.