A/N: Sorry I couldn't update sooner, but now being an 18 y/o senior in high school, I simply don't have time! Well, here's the next chapter! Reviews would be nice. And .. damn, I've been writing this since I was '04-'05. Wow. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 9
Two odd hitch-hikers.

" So, you're telling me that a guy pointed gun at you .. and told you to hand over your driver's license?" Officer David Porter asked the young man he had pulled over for speeding. Either the young man, who said his name was "Patrick" was high, drunk, or just plain stupid.

"Yeah, officer'. He told me ' git your damn license out your pockets, boy!', so I did. I was scared I'd be with a bullet in mah head."
Porter made a face. He obviously wasn't born or lived in California, but yet his license plate said the car was from Cali. That was rather suspicious. Plus, his story was obviously made-up. Did Patrick really think it was credible?

"Listen, Mr.Patrick, here in California, we don't like it when people are speeding and are without a license. That's very suspicious. And you don't even papers.."

" I neva' knew we be needin' them papers, sir." Patrick picked something out of his greasy blond hair and examined his findings.
" Looks like I'm going to have to take you in, son. " Porter stated, taking out his cuffs.

"Aw, c'mon now! I only went a little over the speed limit -- "

" You were going 110, son."

" What the fuck. Listen here, you cow-fucker. I went only 60 .."

"And now you'll be arrested for misorderly conduct -- ARRG!"

Porter suddely felt something stab his left calf. He fell on his knees, one hand going to feel his painful calf. When he examined his hand, to his horror, it was bloody. He cried out in agony as another stab was now sent to his upper back. That made him tumble down unto his chest. Porter reached for his walky-talky, but it wasn't there. Neither was in gun or his night-stick. What the fuck was going on?

"Looking for this, Officer?" A horrible voice greeted him.
David Porter turned his head and looked up. He first saw his own gun pointed at him, then his eye met with two bright-blue, glassy eyes.

There was a gun shot, and everything went black. David Porter slipped into nothingness.

Patrick stared in horror as a red-headed, ugly doll shot the Police Officer's brains out. Blood was coming out of the officer's mouth, and there was a big hole at his scalp, with light-pink brain parts out on the street pavement. The doll grinned up at him and waved at him. Patrick snapped out of his shocked state and ran towards the car he had stolen. Naturally, he wouldn't run from a doll that talked, but the thing had a gun! He could always run it over. He tried to convience himself it was all a dream. Dolls couldn't talk! They didn't move on their own! He was either dreaming or he was high. He did sniff some angel dust earlier, after all. He franctically opened the car and sat down on the driver's seat. He started to put the keys in when suddenly,he first felt something fall unto his lap, then he felt something cold go to his neck. A blade. The sharp edge was pressed against him. One move and he's get his throat slashed. He closed his eyes

"Don't fucking move." A oddly sweet, yet menacing female voice now greeting him.

He put his hands up.

"Look, I don't know what's goin on, " His voice was already shakey, "But.. you know what. Take the fuckin' car. But please . . . don't kill me!"

The female giggled. Patrick soon saw the red-headed doll approach the car.

"Open the passenger seat door."

Patrick opened his eyes, and he was staring into the face of a pretty, girl doll. The girl doll has nice thick eyelashes and dark make up. She was standing on his lap somehow. Patrick wondered how she actually made it there.

" Yes..ma'am."

He reached sideways and opened the car door as she ordered. The red-headed doll climbed in, sat down and and closed the door. He pointed the gun at him and grinned.

"Alright, Alex. I can take it from here."

The girl nodded and hopped off him, climbing towards the backseat.

"Alright, bub. You're going to be our driver for the day. You're going to take us to the nearest motel and if you try anything, you'll get what happened to the cappo."

Patrick looked out the windshield and saw the officer lying down on the lonely highway street, dead.

" Alright, mista'."

" Atta' boy. Now, drive."

Patrick turned on the car and drove, promising himself to listen to his mama next time: Stay off drugs.

Alex was the mastermind of the plan and Chucky was the 'deliverer'. Sometimes, they switched, but Alex's ideas were always more creative.Alex had been sitting on the passenger seat and hopped unto the guy's lap ready with a knife. Chucky had stored to knifes, a pocket knife and a butcher knife, in his overalls, as he always did in the past. The plan was excuted perfectally so far.

Alex was now lying down on the backseat, humming to the song ' I feel like a woman '. Chucky, holding the guy at gun point, yawned.

"Can we changed the channel, Alex."

" No." Alex replied, now sitting up, "I like this song."

" It's fucking stupid."

" You're fucking stupid."

" After the song?"

A sigh.

" Fine. What-the-fuck-ever. "

The guy, who smelled like gasoline, cleared his throat.

" You two be on a road trip?"

Chucky grinned.

" You can say that. Me and my friend here are going to visit an old pal, but we got sidetracked."

" Oh. Neva' knew dolls visited friends." The guy said, shaking his head.

" I'mma sleep for a few minutes. Wake me up when we get to the place."

In a few minutes, Alex was sound asleep. Chucky and the guy were silent, until the guy decided to ask another question.

" I gawt a question, but don't be mad."

" Go ahead, shit head."

" How does it feel to fuck a doll?"

Chucky stared. The guy cleared his throat.

" I mean, that pretty girl doll is your woman, ain't she? "

" Well, not yet. But I fucked a girl doll before her. And let me tell you, it's not as pleasurable in a sense, but then again, it is."

" Really?"

Chucky was really getting into the conversation. He switched the gun from his right hand to his left. His right arm was hurting him.

" Yeah. It's fucking plastic, so it's like fucking a plastic garbage can. But then again, it's still fucking." Chucky said with a chuckle.

The guy managed to smile.

" How long you think you gonna get in her pants?" He asked, looking back at the sleeping Alex for a second, before eyes went back unto the road.

Chucky shrugged, and grinned.

" She's upset with me, but I think she'll crack soon."

" She would be real nice lookin' if she were real -- she pretty as a doll, y'know."

" Yup. Fucking sexy."

" Yup."

Silence again. Chucky liked conversating with the guy. Too bad they would finish him off when they were a few blocks away from the Tilly residence.