Im in a writing mood so here is the next chapter. Enjoy ;D

June 22, 2004 still

Chucky, Tiffany and Glen were now hiding out in Jennifer Tilly's addict. They awaited Red man's arrival so that they could put their plan into action and execute the voodoo pregnancy.

As they waited Chucky decided to use the old beat up T.V. that looked as if it had been stored up in the attic for years to terminate his boredom. God all he really wanted to do right now was to commit an old fashion strangulation. He missed the good old days when he was just The Lakeshore Strangler. All this shit started when that fucking nosey detective managed to find him and shoot him dead. As soon as he got out of this plastic hell hole, Detective Mike Norris was the first person he was going after.

He finally got the T.V. working, after a few hits too the side the blurry picture was gone and he could see the news clearly. It looked as if they had just finished a story and were moving onto a new one. The woman reporter in front of the camera started her broadcast.

"Last week we started to discuss the past's of the serial killers who are said to posses the dolls in the new movie Chucky goes psycho. We discussed the past of Chucky -real name Charles Lee Ray- but we did not discuss his female partner Tiffany. Today we are going to go into the life of Tiffany Valentine."

Chucky groaned. Whatever happened to privacy? As the woman reporter talked about the past of Tiffany. Glen came up and started watching the T.V. Glen loved to watch television. It was the only thing Phychs ever aloud him to do, other than preform. T.V. taught him everything he knows so his knowledge of the world is slightly more limited than most 5 year olds.

"On June 16 1999 Tiffany was discovered dead in Lockport New York. But something was discovered along with Tiffany or someone. Tiffany Valentine and Charles Lee Ray's daughter Amy Valentine was born on May 26, 1989, 7 months after Ray's death. It is unknown if he ever knew if Valentine was pregnant."

A picture of Amy when she was ten was shown on the T.V. Glen was surprised when he saw his sister. She didn't look anything like them. She looked human and she was very pretty. Glen frowned. Would she like him? Would she be disgusted by him? He hoped not.

"We give you now a live interview with the daughter of the two killers, who is now living in L.A. with her foster parent." The picture on the T.V. changed to a video and a much older Amy was seen walking on a sidewalk in L.A. with a blond girl beside her and a raven haired boy. A man was walking beside her with a microphone asking her questions. She ignored all of them and just glared at the ground, clearly frustrated.

"Miss Valentine, have you ever committed murder yourself?"

The boy standing beside Amy gave the reporter an 'are you stupid' look. "Why would any one admit to murder on T.V.? What kind of answer were you expecting?" the boy asked.

Amy shot him a look "Don't talk to them Jack." She hissed with a large amount of venom in her voice.

The reporter asked another question. "Miss Valentine did your mother ever harm you?"

Amy froze in the middle of sidewalk as did her friends and the reporters. She was visibly tense after that comment. She turned and for the first time in the video recording looked at the camera. There was rage and a murderous glint in her bright blue eyes. Before Chucky or Glen knew it the girl's fist hit the reporter asking questions strait on the nose. The force in the punch sent the man to the floor. The girl could certainly pack a punch. Amy gripped the wrists of the blond girl and Jack. She pulled them away from the crew and down the street. The video ended there.

Chucky stared at the T.V. in shock. She was in L.A., that meant that he could get her as soon as he wanted. Chucky's face twisted into a grin. She was going to be easier to find than he thought.

% The Simpsons %

I slammed the door closed when I got into the apartment and slumped to the ground. I wanted to scream. Those fucking basterds. How could they just probe into my personal life like this. Were their own lives just so unfulfilling that they needed to know about everybody else's. I honestly hate what this world is coming to. People care more about what Tom Cruise had for breakfast than kids in Africa who don't have any breakfast. People could pay more attention to this but who wants to think about children dying everyday when we could just stalk a random girl who was perfectly content without the attention. This entire thing made me sick.

I hope they don't follow me hear. If they do I could just call the police. Man my life was messed.

Allison saw me on the floor and probably noticed the fury written across my features. "Amy what happened whats wrong?" She looked worried.

I sighed. "Oh nothing. I just got assaulted by a group of crazy reporters on the way home. No big deal."

She gasped "Why? How did you get away from them?"

I looked down to the floor. "I ended up punching one in the face."

Allison looked disappointed. "Amy," She started to scold me.

"They had it coming." I interrupted "They had no right to stalk me on my way home or find me at my school. There should be laws against that."

Allison sighed and looked up at the celling. She tilted her head back down and smiled at me reassuringly. "I'm sure this will die down soon. I mean they will probably get bored of you soon, you're not that interesting."

I smirked up at her. "Oh gee thanks."

Allison laughed "Well I think we should avoid the news for the day. How about a movie?"

$ Family Guy $

I sat down on the couch fiddling with the diamond ring around my neck as Allison picked out a movie. I honestly didn't care what she picked as long as it wasn't horror(I wanted to stay away from those for a while) or Hello Kitty(I get really weird when I watch Hello Kitty-Its best not to ask.) Then I noticed that Allison was no longer wearing her pink colored contacts. Her real eye color was in plain view. They were light brown like amber or something and they seemed to sparkle.

Sparkling amber.

Dejavu. I've seen those eyes before. In a dream or a nightmare? I shook my head vigorously.

"Why aren't you wearing your contacts?" I inquired.

She looked over at me surprised for a second "Oh I didn't really feel like putting them in."

"Why do you wear them anyway?" I ask raising a questioning eyebrow.

She sighed "I never liked my real eye color, to me it looks like an ugly copper color."

I laughed at this "Thats a little superficial isn't it?"

She rolled her now naturally colored eyes. "Your eyes are pretty. You can't judge."

I giggled "Well then why did you get pink contacts? Why not something more natural?"

"Well I thought about getting purple ones."

"Purple is not a natural eye color." I argued.

"Elizabeth Taylor has purple eyes." She countered

"Her eyes are more like indigo."

"Man your stubborn." She laughed.

I giggled. I was a lot more light hearted around people these days . It was nice. If no more crazy paparazzi stalk me it will hopefully stay that way.

New chapter. Yay. Now you are all going to keep asking yourselves a question until I update. What is Amy like with Hello Kitty. lol Please review love RML :