Author's Note: I'm bored. So I'm gonna post this. Hellyeah. REVIEW. :D
The Revenge of Chucky
Chapter Eleven
Discovering Bianca was pregnant wasn't upsetting to Chucky. In fact, he found it hilarious. He playfully punched Eddie in the arm. "I knew it!" he declared. "You did lay her!" The two laughed.
Eddie had also questioned his friend if he'd be a good father or not.
Chucky saw the nervous look in Eddie's eyes. He smiled and said, "Yeah. You're gonna be great."
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It seemed that every relationship in the Ray house was now all patched up. Except for one - Chucky and Tiffany's.
Thursday night, Eddie had gone to bed early with Bianca. Glen and Glenda were up in their rooms probably sleeping, watching television, or just texting friends. It reached that awkward moment when Chucky and Tiffany were basically forced to be a room alone together.
They were at the kitchen table. At first they just talked about the movie's Tiffany had to be in. They joked about her acting skills, and compared them to Jennifer Tilly's.
"So," Tiffany murmured. "I saw what happened Tuesday night. With you and Glen."
Chucky's cheeks flashed as bright as his hair. "Oh?"
She smiled. "Yeah. I thought it was sweet."
"It was no biggie."
"Why now, though?"
Chucky wasn't at all confused at the question. She was asking why now he was acting like a dad.
"I don't know," he replied slowly. He looked up at her. "You know, for these past years, I wasn't really thinking of my past, or Bella, or anyone. I didn't really focus on what my father did to me as a kid. I wasn't concerned about anyone else except myself. My whole goal for the last twenty years has been - become human. Then it hadn't hit me until that last moment...that moment when I was about to do the chant. I looked around the room, and I was thinking to myself, 'What the hell have I done with my life?' I was gonna take innocent lives of Jennifer Tilly and her limo driver. I didn't think that was right. And poor Glen was confused as hell. I just didn't like how I was so desperate to attach myself to another person's body. And I was thinking, that the only person I would ever wanna do this voodoo spell on..." His throat was dry; he swallowed uncomfortably, and continued, "...was Bella. Because I just needed to say sorry. I needed to hear her voice one last time. But I couldn't do it as a human."
Tiffany was silent. Chucky hoped that what she was thinking was positive.
"So what you're saying is," Tiffany finally said, "is that you chickened out last second because you wanted to use the voodoo spell to speak to Bella, and the only way you could do that is being a doll so you could also get revenge on Andy Barclay?"
Chucky blinked. Geez, she caught on fast.
"Yes," He replied. "And I came back to the hospital because I thought of all the horrible things my dad did to me. And the arguments I'd see my foster parents go through. I hated the thought of my kids just... hating me. I was overwhelmed. And I never meant to kill you...It was so spontaneous, I was pissed. I kept thinking, 'Bella never deserved to die, she never did, everyone else in this room does.' It was a sick thought, I know. But I never intended to kill Glen. I went along with it because I was amazed at how he suddenly had this urge to kill. Besides, if I had the chance, I would kill myself too. Right then and then I believe I deserved to die. It hurt like hell. But I'm proud. Least I know he can get rid of his enemies faster than I can."
Chucky sighed at the last part. Tiffany studied him. He really had changed.
"Chucky, what your saying is very sweet," she commented. "Seriously. I'm proud of you. But never say you wanna kill yourself. I've dealt with too many of your suicidal thoughts back in high school."
It was true. When Isabella was killed, Chucky refused to eat, come out of his room, or do anything. He sobbed in his bed until he fell asleep. He constantly got headaches and getting sick, but refused to see a doctor. He skipped school nearly three times a week. His hair had began to hit his shoulders, but he could care less, he didn't want a haircut. To Chucky, he deserved absolutely nothing. He had attempted suicide with pills and beer when Sierra and Frank were working and Bianca was at school. Everyone returned home seeing he had passed out, but he did not die, he simply needed rest, water, and a doctor's visit, which he thrashed and kicked the whole ride there.
Chucky half smiled. "Alright, Tiff."
"I'm sorry," Tiffany said. "If I had known the actual reason why you wanted to stay like this, I would've understood."
Chucky wrinkled his nose. "I don't know, Tiff, I just don't like mentioning Bella with other people, even Bianca. It's hard. I told Glenda the other day, I almost broke down crying."
"Do you love her?" Tiffany asked softly.
Tension arose.
"Well, yeah," He muttered uncomfortably.
Tiffany sighed. "More than a foster sister, I'm assuming?"
"Yes, but please don't be mad," he pleaded. "I've always had, honestly."
"So our love was a lie?"
"No, Tiff, I do love you. It's just confusing. Please. I'm working on it..."
Tiffany took a deep breath. "Well, take all the time you need, then. We're always gonna be here."
Chucky smiled gratefully. "Thanks."
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Friday morning came and it was the day Chucky was going to drug Amber Barclay and put Bella's soul into her. Glenda was overly excited - she had woken up early. To celebrate the absolutely "wonderful" occasion, she even made pancakes for everyone. This is a gesture that left Tiffany and Glen with their jaws to the floor.
"Daddy, I really can't come?" Glenda complained.
Chucky smiled. "No, kid. This is adult work."
Glenda fake whimpered. "But she's my friend, shouldn't I have the right to see her die?"
Chucky raised an eyebrow. "Well, when you put it like that..."
Tiffany steered Glenda away upstairs and told her to go do her summer break homework. She looked at Chucky and exclaimed in a whisper, "Don't push her into things like that!"
Chucky laughed. "Calm down, I wasn't gonna let her go. Kid needs the education."
Glenda and Glen were starting school tomorrow - another reason why Tiffany refused to let them go on this trip. Especially since Chucky was messing around with voodoo. Tiffany was already furious enough that Glenda had used it, she did not want her twins getting sucked into it.
Just then, Eddie and Bianca came down the stairs.
"Hey, look!" Chucky cried. "It's Romeo and Juliet. So nice of you to finally join us, fuck buddies!"
Tiffany surprisingly didn't scowl him, she just laughed out loud.
Eddie raised an eyebrow. "You're lucky I'm your friend, or else I would grab you by the neck and fucking slam dunk you."
Chucky smirked and fake winced. "Ouch!"
Bianca just rolled her eyes at both male's stupidity.
"Good morning to you too, Chucky," she said. "Now, I smell pancakes. Someone give me like, a whole stack, or I'm going to kill you."
Chucky burst out laughing. "Hormones!" He sang.
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Amber woke up feeling great. She hadn't had one-to-one time with Glenda in a while. Truthfully, Amber liked Glenda the most out of everyone in the group. She was tough, she was badass, she was just downright cool to be around. Amber also wanted to know why the lack of communication between Glenda and the group that has been going on for a week is happening. It seems like they hadn't smoked a joint together in ages.
She dressed in a red/black plaid shirt over a white tank top. She found some blue skinny jeans and then slipped on her black and white Vans. She combed out her hair, put it in a pony tail, and pinned back her side swept bangs with bobby pins.
Amber literally almost skipped down the stairs.
"Hey dad!" She greeted, as she saw her father had made scrambled eggs and bacon. "Smells good!"
Andy grinned. "I'm glad. Eat up."
"Mom's at work?" She asked, sitting down at the table.
Andy nodded. "Yeah. I'll drive you to Glenda's in an hour. I just need to shower and get ready."
Amber smiled as she piled bacon onto her place. "Alright, dad."
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Take your time.
Hurry up.
The choice is yours.
Don't be late.
Chucky was listening to one of Glenda's CD's in her room while she was downstairs. It was the album "Nevermind" by Nirvana. The song "Come As You Are" was playing.
Take a rest.
As a friend.
As an old memoria.
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria...
Chucky didn't know why, but the song reminded him of Bella.
Come
Dowsed in mud.
Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be.
As a trend.
As a friend.
As an old memoria.
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria? Meaning... memory? Chucky had no clue, but that's what the word reminded him of. He wanted Bella, his friend, to come as she was, as the old memory she is.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun.
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria... (don't have a gun)
And this time, he will not show up as the infamous killer he was, with the gun. He will come as the person she used to know.
This time was gonna be different.