CHAPTER 10: I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I WASN'T SURE HOW TO END THIS, OR IF I SHOULD. PLEASE REVIEW WHAT YOU THINK! AND THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO DID! :) -MFL

Kendall looked into the dimly lit basement, but he couldn't see anything. Tiffany poked her head around the door frame to see as well. Kendall went down the steps slowly squinting his eyes to see better. Once he got to the bottom he vanished into the shadows. Tiffany tried to see him, but the darkness consumed his body.

After a couple of minutes Kendall emerged from the darkness looking up the stairs at Tiffany. He was holding a box.

"Couple of my old boxes fell and my stuff is scattered everywhere! This is just great!" Tiffany sighed but then stopped when she saw something run behind him. "Ok, 'Tiffany Ray' it's time for you and your son to leave! I'm done with you and your families bullshit!"

"Kendall," Was all she managed to say when his expression turned from anger to shock. He stood there frozen for a couple of seconds. "Kendall?" She said as he fell over and revealed a kitchen knife buried deep in his back. She didn't say anything just stood there. She didn't know what to do, but somewhere inside her was making the situation funny and happy. She giggled a bit as she stared at Kendall laying there as blood dripped from his back making a small pool around him.

"Tiffany Ray?" She heard from behind her. Glen walked up and looked into the basement shocked. She glanced over at him when his eye started to twitch.

"Oh no Sweetface, it's ok." Tiffany bent down to lay down her crutches and patted his hair down softly looking into his eyes.

"Is he down there Mum?" a tear fell down his left cheek. "What are we going to do?"

Tiffany looked down at the basement floor where Kendall lay wondering why Chucky and Glenda hadn't popped out yet.

"We can't keep running forever, dollface," She could see the fear in his eyes as she said that. They both glanced into the basement. Tiffany got up and limped down the stairs slowly. There was no option left, but to try and talk to her crazy psychotic husband. She knew there was a greater chance he would kill her than work things out. They've been able to talk things out before hopefully she could this time. "I know you're down here," She looked around the darkly dimmed room. She soon ran into Kendall's body and just walked over while a small smile grew on her face, "You too, Glenda," As she walked further into the darkness she began to hear little footsteps around her. Her heart began pumping faster. "Chucky?" She said as she was tripped by something and hit the ground hard. She screamed and held her legs and the footsteps got louder and faster. She looked around panting. She heard his laugh echo bouncing of the walls.

"Tiffany Ray? I thought you were big star Jennifer Tilly?" Chucky appeared from the shadows holding his chin with one hand and a knife in the other. He circled her holding his knife behind his back.

"Chucky I-" Chucky interrupted her before she could finish.

"You know I saw you kill him," Chucky laughed when Tiffany face showed confusion. "You know Zeke, what did you do with his body?"

"I dumped it in a lake. Chucky let me just sa-"

"Does Glen know? I wonder how he would react to his 'Recovering' Mom having killed someone like in the good old days." Tiffany looked at the stairs and saw Glen peeking down.

"It was-"

"It was just a little slip? You know you loved it. When the fear in his eyes meet the pure joy in yours. Tiffany you are a killer. It is not an addiction it is a choice! You didn't have to kill that douchebag you chose to." Tiffany took a deep breath in. He was right. She couldn't keep lying to yourself.

"You're right." Chucky was about to say something but then stopped himself.

"What?" He stopped in his tracks and stared down at her.

"I chose to kill Zeke, It felt good to. I am a killer because I want to be not because I'm addicted to it. I could have let Zeke go on, but I decided that I should kill him because he was only using me."

Chucky stood there for a moment not sure what to say. Tiffany looked into his light blue eyes and for once saw a bit of remorse. He was rethinking everything. She decided to use this moment to go into further detail.

"Something was released when I killed him. Something I had been holding back for so long. It reminded me of how we used to go out and kill together after a long time of not doing so. How we were young and only wanted the adrenaline from killing. I never realized how much I wanted it until I did it and everything came flooding back." Chucky stood there still listening to what she had to say, "I miss doing that and I would do anything to get it back because I'm not me, but I don't want to do it alone. Chucky...I-I need you."

Chucky stood still not knowing what to say. He missed her too. He needed her too life wasn't the same without her.

"Tiff," he scratched the back of his head, " I came here to kill you, but I can't. You are who I am supposed to be with. The only girl crazy enough to stick beside me. Me of all people you chose to stick with me. Now we have two kids. One is just like us and the other is an angel. I have no idea how that happened, but still two beautiful children." Chucky looked at the ceiling and sighed. "I love you." Chucky found himself getting emotional and snapped himself out of it a bit. On the other hand Tiffany couldn't contain herself and tears started flowing.

"I love you too dollface," They both jumped when Glenda walked up with Glen his hands tied behind his back with a grey shirt and duct tape over his mouth. She held the knife in her left hand which was soaked in blood and so was her dress.

"What's going on here?" Glenda looked at her father confused.

"I don't know, but the plan is off." Glened blew out a loud sigh.

"Do you know how long it took me to tie him up like this?"

"Hey, untie the kid and stop fussing." Glenda obeyed her father and untied her brother.

Tiffany looked at her in shock. "How did you get her to obey you so fast?" For years Glenda never took an obey without back talking or cursing. Chucky shrugged.

"I guess she's scared of me."

"Or doesn't want to disappoint you." Tiffany said as she watched her daughter.

Glenda was a bit angry at her Dad. He said they would get to kill her Mom, but she was kind of happy because now she has an excuse to hold against him when she wants something.

Glen sat down next to his mom not making eye contact with his Dad. Glen was upset he didn't want his family to kill. He wanted the perfect family, but he knew that was impossible. Maybe he would one day find that he loved killing as well, but he was happy to see his mom happy.

"What now Mum?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry sweetface. I know you want us to be a perfect family, but I just can't anymore." Glen nodded.

"I know, but as long as everyone is happy I'm happy too." Chucky walked up and patted Glen on the back.

"I'm proud of you, son," Glen looked up at his father. Glen knew his family wasn't perfect, but he couldn't be happier without them.