A/N: I know it's been a while, but here's another chapter! Just a heads up, the musical cues foreshadow characters that will show up in future chapters. Also, I've added in a lot more scenes of my own to flesh out both Andy and Alice.
It took all of two hours for Alice to find herself standing in front of one of the patient rooms at Hackensack hospital, looking in to see Caroline confined to a bed and tended to by doctors. As she stared intently at the girl, her fingers began to twitch, remembering when she was that age. Or at least, close to it.
Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you…
Pierce shut her eyes, shaking her head to rid herself of the memory.
Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, Adaleigh boise boise Damballa…
Alice suddenly heard footsteps behind her and looked over her shoulder, seeing Jake.
"Is she… is she alright?" Wheeler asked.
"What, you care?" Alice scoffed, just as Lexi walked up to them. "This is your fault."
"I…" Jake looked from Pierce to Cross. "I didn't know…"
"Chucky did it." Lexi told her, her voice hoarse. Whether it was from the fire or crying, or both, Pierce wasn't sure. "Did he… did he kill your dad too?"
Jake slowly nodded his head, looking down. So Alice was right.
"Holy- holy shit!" Lexi gasped. "I'm- I'm sorry! When did you find out he was alive?"
"The night of the talent show." Wheeler revealed. "Where is he?"
Lexi tilted her head in confusion, looking to the side to remember.
"Well, last I checked, he was trapped under pieces of the ceiling after my house burned down." Lexi told him, looking gratefully at Alice. "I probably wouldn't be here if Alice didn't save me."
"But you didn't see him die?" Jake asked. "We need to find him, and make sure he's dead, or else he's… he'll come after you again."
"Me? Why?" Lexi frowned, until she remembered the last thing Chucky said.
This is for Jake, you fucking little cuntbag!
"Jake… did you send him after me? Tell him to kill me?"
Wheeler looked down, nodding his head in shame.
"Oh my god. You freak!" Lexi roared, pushing against him. "You're so dead!"
"Get off your high horse." Pierce snarled, putting herself between the two. "Ever since I met you, you've been tormenting Jake. I might have stopped Chucky from killing you, but I know that if you push someone hard enough, they'll do something drastic."
"So what, you're taking his side now?" Lexi asked.
"No, but I sure as hell ain't taking yours." Alice glared. Cross looked between her and Jake, before storming towards Caroline's room, where her parents were.
"Wait, where are you going?" Jake asked.
"To tell my parents what happened!"
"They won't believe you." Wheeler told her. "Everyone who's told the truth about Chucky has been put away or dead."
Lexi huffed in anger, pushing past Jake.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Cross yelled, throwing open the glass door. Just before the door closed, Alice slipped inside, following closely behind Lexi as she approached her parents and Caroline.
"Mom, Dad, I need to speak with you-"
"Not now." Michelle snapped, looking over Caroline's unconscious form. Lexi looked down at her sister, tears welling in her eyes.
"Is she… is she going to be alright?"
"Now you care about her?" Mr. Cross asked. "Do you have any idea what you've done, Alexandra? Your sister is in the ICU. Someone's son- one of your classmates- is dead, and our home is burnt down."
"Dad, this wasn't my fault!" Lexi insisted. "Jake gave me his doll-"
"Jake?" Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Jake wasn't even there! Lexi, haven't you tormented that poor boy long enough?"
"I…" Lexi looked over to Alice. "Alice, you know what happened!"
"Isn't this the same girl who beat you to a pulp… after you dressed up as Jake's father?" Michelle inquired. "What incentive would she have to corroborate your story?"
Alice took a step back in surprise. She didn't expect that, as true as it was. Before she could say anything though, Lexi's parents turned and walked out of the room, leaving the nurses to take care of the little girl.
"You see?" Pierce whispered to Cross. "They won't believe you. Just like they didn't believe me. The best I can tell you now is that you don't let Caroline out of your sight."
"Caroline?" Lexi widened her eyes. "Why?"
"Because… he'll use her." Alice murmured. "Look, we gotta find Chucky, and we have to do it now. And since the only ones who know about him are us and Jake…"
"No." Lexi narrowed her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere near that freak."
"You do realize if you didn't bully him, he wouldn't have sent Chucky after you, right?" Alice rolled her eyes. "Look, there's safety in numbers. The way Chucky works is that he gets people all alone and then picks them off one by one. It's… it's what he did when he killed my family."
Cross' eyes widened slightly, as she reluctantly nodded, and the two made their way through the hospital, searching for Jake.
Harrogate
"Barclay, wake up!"
Andy groaned, sitting up from his bed to see one of the orderlies standing in the doorway, a syringe in his hand.
"Gimme a second." Barclay mumbled, pulling himself up. Ever since he was committed, Andy had been having flashbacks and PTSD episodes, and last night was no exception.
"I said let's go!" the orderly snarled, grabbing his arm and inching the syringe closer.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Andy yelled, trying to pull his arm away. That only caused two other men in white uniforms to come in from the commotion and grab his arms, holding him back.
"Hey! What the fuck!"
The main orderly didn't say anything, and instead injected the syringe into Barclay's neck. The last thing he saw was the man's brown eyes, before he closed his own, and succumbed to unconsciousness.
Music: "Rampage" from The Punisher OST
Fallujah, 2004
Andy's eyes darted around the dreamscape, feeling himself getting dragged by his feet. He tried looking around, but the surrounding area appeared to be an underground tunnel, lit only by a few swinging lights.
"What the hell?" Barclay murmured, looking down to see himself wearing his military camo. With a chill, he realized that this was another nightmare. Or PTSD episode, or whatever the fuck the doctors at Harrogate would call it. And as he looked up to see a man wearing a black turban and robes dragging him, he had a sinking feeling which memory had surfaced.
"Oh god…"
His vision suddenly flashed to being hung by his hands to the ceiling, stripped of his uniform, and staring into the eyes of a man who covered his entire face with a black headwear.
"What are your plans, American?" the terrorist asked, slapping him across the face. Barclay groaned, spitting blood on the floor, before looking up.
"Fuck you."
The man shrugged, punching him in the gut, then proceeded to grab him by the throat to force him to look in his eyes.
"What are your American plans?" he repeated. This time, Andy responded by spitting blood in his face, making the terrorist snarl.
"Very well."
A second terrorist suddenly entered Barclay's view, holding onto jumper cables.
"We have ways to loosen your tongue, infidel."
Barclay sighed, as he felt the jumper cables pressed to his chest.
"Ready to talk now?" the first terrorist asked.
"Go to hell." Andy spat, just as the second man flipped on a switch. A strong current ran through his body, making Barclay scream, and his vision became white. All at once, he began flashing between this memory, the memories of Chucky, and being wheeled through the halls of Harrogate, before he succumbed to the darkness once more.
The girls found Jake sitting in the hospital's hallway, all by himself. Once they got close enough, Lexi harshly kicked his foot, causing him to look up.
"Something wrong?"
"Yeah, some freak gave me a murderous ginger doll." Lexi growled.
"Knock it the fuck off already." Alice groaned.
"So what, you're gonna yell at me some more?" Jake asked. Cross sighed, shaking her head.
"No. I don't want to look over my shoulder the rest of my life for that midget, so we're going to find him." Lexi revealed. "So, where should we look? You two are the experts."
"Well… I doubt he'd be able to get around the hospital. At least not right now." Alice told them. "No one's alone."
"So maybe he's back at your house." Jake suggested. Lexi nodded thoughtfully, as Wheeler stood up.
"Okay. Not like my parents will notice I'm gone anyway." Cross grumbled, as the three took off.
While the kids made their way over to the Cross residence, a police officer was already there, inspecting the interior. With the fire knocking the power out, the cop had to resort to shining a flashlight through the house, walking down the hallways, until he heard a high pitched giggling coming from the foyer room.
"The hell?" the officer muttered, turning around and walking in that direction. When he reached the room, he didn't find anyone, much to his confusion. He was about to turn back, when a stabbing sensation penetrated his back, sending him to the ground.
"Aw, still not Lexi!" Chucky groaned, even as he continuously stabbed the officer in the back until he collapsed to the floor. After a few more stabs, the doll stood up, eyeing his now burnt face in the blade.
"Oh well. I had to blow off some steam anyway."
Music: Curse Of Chucky Main Theme
By the time the trio reached Lexi's house, it was almost an hour later. Alice cursed herself for not driving to the hospital, but then again, it's not like the paramedics gave her much of a choice. Fortunately, the only security at the moment was yellow crime scene tape.
"Ready?" Jake asked Lexi and Alice. Pierce nodded, pulling out her ka-bar and held the blade down.
"Let's go."
The three bolted towards the house ducking under the tape, and threw open the door. Armed with the flashlights on their phones, Alice, Lexi, and Jake began to search around the house, eventually stopping in the foyer, where they found the body of a police officer with multiple stab wounds in his back.
"Shit." Pierce muttered, shining her phone's light on the body. "He definitely didn't die."
The group moved towards the staircase, where Jake picked up a heavy pipe, before handing Lexi a small metal rod.
"You okay?" Jake asked.
"Do I look okay?" Cross snorted. "All of this is because of you! Are you happy now?"
Wheeler narrowed his eyes, as he looked up the staircase.
"I don't remember the last time I was happy."
"Well, me neither." Lexi murmured.
"Join the club." Alice told them. "Come on, her room is upstairs."
The trio slowly walked up the stairs, hearing every creak and groan, until they reached the top. The entire time, Lexi's insides were reeling, until she finally spoke what was on her mind.
"Jake, did it… did it really get that bad?" Cross asked. "To the point where you wanted me dead?"
Jake slowly nodded, looking away.
"Yeah. It did."
"What… why didn't you just say something?" Lexi asked.
"Because I didn't think it would matter." Wheeler told her. "You're the mayor's daughter. What do you think would've happened if you were in my shoes?"
"So you just went straight to wanting to kill me?" Lexi asked.
"You dressed up as my dead dad in front of everyone!" Jake shouted, turning to look at her. "What did you want me to do, give you a hug?"
"Yeah, but still…" Lexi stammered. "There has to be something wrong with you for wanting to kill somebody-"
"It wasn't just somebody, it was you!" Jake roared, forcing Lexi to take a step back. "I wanted to kill you, because you've made my life a living hell for years!"
"Jake, that's enough-" Alice tried to put herself in front of Cross, but Wheeler simply pushed her aside.
"No, she needs to hear this!" Jake yelled. "I wanted you dead, but not because there's something wrong with me. It's because you fucking deserved it-"
Lexi suddenly screamed, having backed up to far against the banister to the point where it gave way, causing her to fall. Alice quickly reached out, grabbing her arms, and tried pulling her up.
"Fuck!" Pierce yelled from the strain, looking over to Wheeler. "Jake, help me pull her up!"
Instead of doing anything, Jake simply stood there in shock, staring at Alice trying to save his bully.
"Dammit Jake, help me out here-"
A sinister cackle cut through the entire house, making Alice's blood run cold. She slowly turned to look down at the floor, seeing the ginger haired Good Guy doll approaching them, stopping right under Lexi. Only this time, his entire left side had been completely melted from the fiery debris that fell on him hours ago.
"Chucky."
"Did you miss me Alice? I sure missed you!" Chucky giggled, before looking up to Jake.
"It's the easiest thing to do, Jake. Just walk over and push her over the ledge."
"What?" Jake gasped. "But… but Alice will die too."
"So? That's two birds with one stone!" Chucky laughed. "Look Jake, this ain't a coincidence, it's a crossroads! You got a second chance to become the man I know you can be, not the scared little pussy everyone's trying to turn you into! Just push Alice over, and the world will be better off with one less cunt!"
"Jake, please!" Alice begged, feeling her grip slacken on Lexi, who began crying out. "Help!"
"Come on, Jake! Do it!" Chucky prodded. "Just push the bitch over!"
Jake shook his head, taking a deep breath, and ran over to Alice.
"I'm not like you, Chucky! I'm not a killer!"
Wheeler grabbed hold of Lexi's other arm and began pulling her up, much to the relief of Alice.
"Jesus, you're a fucking drag, Jake!" the doll yelled, running up to be right under Lexi. "Fine, I'll kill her myself!"
Chucky began stabbing upwards, jumping as he did so, while Alice and Jake continued pulling Lexi up. Realizing that he was getting closer, Pierce looked at Wheeler, seeing him straining.
"Do you have her?"
Jake slowly nodded, as he managed to pull Cross back to the second floor halfway. Alice nodded in kind, before suddenly letting go, running halfway down the staircase and vaulted over the partially destroyed railing, kicking Chucky square in the chest. The kick sent him flying into the wall, but when he got up, the doll brandished his knife, grinning evilly.
"Oh, I've waited a long time to see you again, Alice."
Pierce narrowed her eyes, as she whipped out her ka-bar, crouching low. Just like Andy taught her.
"You and me both, motherfucker."
Just as Alice was about to charge at the doll, the door suddenly opened, and a male voice echoed in the house.
"Hackensack police! This is Detective Peyton!"
Chucky smirked, putting away his knife and sitting down on the floor.
"Next time, bitch."
Alice quickly put away her own weapon, just as the detective who was with Devon's mom walked in, shining his flashlight on her, Lexi, and Jake.
"You're not supposed to be here. This is an active crime scene."
"But I live here." Lexi frowned.
"Not anymore." Peyton shook his head, looking down and snatching up the doll. "Is this your sister's? Your dad asked me to bring it back."
"Wait, no!" Lexi yelled. "That doll will fuck you up!"
The detective didn't listen, as he walked outside.
"Come on, kids. I'll bring you back to the hospital."
Alice sighed in frustration, but she, Lexi, and Jake reluctantly descended the stairs and followed the detective outside, where he ushered them into his squad car. The three sat in the back, with Peyton and the doll taking the front, and the vehicle drove off. Being right next to a window, Alice leaned her head against the glass, closing her eyes to pass the time. It wasn't long until she found herself slipping into a dreaming state…
Music: "Quiet Reflection" from The Punisher OST
Andy screamed for what felt like the hundredth time, as the terrorists turned off the jumper cables for the time being.
"Ready to talk now, American pig?" the lead Insurgent asked, slapping him across the face.
"Fuck you." Barclay muttered, spitting out a tooth.
"Fine." the terrorist shrugged, as the other man began to place the jumper cables back on his body. At that moment, Andy felt a presence suddenly appear, and he saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair in the corner of the chamber.
"Alice?" Barclay opened his mouth in shock. "What… what are you doing here?"
Pierce blinked a few times, looking around.
"A…Andy? Where are we?"
The older man frowned slightly, seeing the girl's confusion.
"This is… this is where the Insurgents tortured me in Fallujah." Andy revealed. "Aside from Chucky, these are the only other nightmares I've had."
"I don't think you've ever told me that." Alice said solemnly.
"Because I don't like to remember it." Andy said bitterly. "Every time I do… I want to end it all."
Alice widened her eyes, as she began to step forward.
"No. You can't." Pierce told him. "Andy, I… I need you. We all need you."
"Do you?" Barclay muttered. "I've just been stuck in this fucking hospital for weeks."
"Andy, you're a fighter." Alice reminded him. "You taught me to fight. Whenever I've felt like giving up, you've helped me come back. Don't you give up now."
Andy looked towards Alice, feeling his face pull into a smile. He could do this. He just had to find a way to get out of here.
"Thanks."
Pierce smiled back, before suddenly frowning.
"But what am I doing here?" Alice wondered. "I… I remember falling asleep in the back of a police vehicle… how did I get here?"
"What?" Barclay raised his eyebrows. "Alice, this isn't real… but you're real?"
"You are too?" Pierce questioned. "But how can we have the same dream?"
Neither of them had an answer, and Alice felt her shoulder get nudged.
"I'm sorry Andy, but I'm slipping-"
Andy watched, as Alice slowly vanished from his dream, and before he knew it, he felt his vision become engulfed in white as well, as he woke up from his flashback.
Music: "House On A Hill" by The Pretty Reckless
"Alice! Alice!"
Alice's eyes snapped open, as she looked to her left to see Lexi was shaking her shoulders. She was still frowning from what she just learned, that somehow, she and Andy shared the same dream. Time enough for that, as Cross wasn't leaving her alone.
"Alice… what did you mean when you said Chucky would use my sister?"
Just as Lexi asked the question, Jake's ears perked up, also remembering what Alice said earlier that night.
"She mentioned that he'd possess your sister to do it…" Wheeler murmured. "Can he do such a thing?"
Alice closed her eyes, leaning her head against her seat.
"Yeah. He can."
"What?" Lexi gasped. "How? How do you know that?"
Alice felt a tear roll down her cheek, but she didn't make a move to wipe it. Instead, she flashed back to when Chucky possessed her body… shortly after killing her parents.
"Because he did the same thing to me."
2013
"Hide the soul. And guess what? You're it."
"Why am I always it?"
"Because you're someone they'd never suspect. Now close your eyes…"
He told me it was a game. Called 'Hide The Soul'. Then he chanted a voodoo incantation, and before I knew it, I no longer had control over my body.
Alice continued trying to move around in the endless void, but she might as well have been swimming through molasses. She could only see just enough of a darkened outline of her limbs, and even if she could see herself clearly, she had to concentrate way too hard.
Do you have any idea what that's like? To have your body hijacked, and you're just floating in your subconsciousness? Having no perception of time passing, or where you are? What your body could be used for?
For what felt like an eternity, Alice floated through a dark abyss, until she felt herself propel upwards, towards a light. Within seconds, she was blinded, and when her eyes adjusted, she looked around to see the body of a short haired man laying on the ground in front of her, with multiple stab wounds lining his chest.
"No…" Pierce murmured, looking down at her hands. One of them held onto a kitchen knife, but both with coated in blood. Alice became lightheaded from the grisly sight, as she involuntarily dropped the weapon, and screamed.
"NOOO!"
Alice fell to her knees, hugging herself, just as she heard footsteps behind her.
"You murderous fucking bitch!"
That was the last thing Alice heard, before something slammed into the back of her head, and she felt herself being pulled back into the black void.
"Everytime I'd wake up, I'd be standing in a pool of someone's blood." Alice whispered. "And every time someone would fight back, I'd lose control again."
Lexi and Jake stared at Pierce in mortification, fumbling for words.
"So… how are you here?" Lexi asked. "I mean… how come you're not Chucky?"
Alice placed a hand over her face, as she stared out the window, watching the town of Hackensack pass them.
"I… had some help."
Pierce shut her eyes, taking a deep breath, before lying through her teeth.
"But I can't remember who it was."
Chicago, 2014
Alice/Chucky walked up the steps to a suburban apartment, gingerly knocking on the door. After patiently waiting a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a short man with brown hair and a full beard.
"Hello?" Andy frowned, looking down at the kid. The girl smiled maliciously, before pulling out a knife and jumping up, stabbing Barclay in the shoulder. Andy let out a pained yell, stumbling back, while Pierce laughed maniacally- laughed like Chucky.
"I've waited twenty-five years for this, Andy!" the girl cackled, still holding onto the knife. Andy groaned, suddenly backhanding Alice, who collapsed on the ground, closing her eyes. Barclay grit his teeth, grabbing the knife hilt and slowly pulled the blade out, while the girl's eyes opened.
"Where… where am I?" she asked, looking around. When her eyes trailed up to Andy, she let out a small yelp.
"I'm… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Andy tilted his head in confusion, as he dropped the knife.
"You're still in there… with him."
Alice's eyes widened, as he seemingly knew her actions weren't her own.
"How… how can you know?"
"Just a guess." Andy mused. "I used to think your soul would be transferred into the doll, but now…"
"Please… how do I get him out?" Alice asked, beginning to cry.
"I don't know." Barclay admitted, as he held out his hand. "But I know where we can start looking."
Gingerly, Alice took his hand, and was slowly pulled up from the floor.
"Thank you, mister…"
"Andy." the adult told her. "My name's Andy."
The girl smiled, before replying, "I'm Alice."
Andy led Alice into his apartment, where they came to a computer on the desk. Barclay began typing away, finding a website called Voodoo For Dummies, stopping at a soul transfer spell.
"Found it." Andy murmured, looking back towards Alice.
"How will that help us?" the girl asked.
"Your body has two souls, right? Yours and Chucky's."
"Yes…" Pierce tilted her head in curiosity.
"So we separate them." Barclay told her. "We transfer his soul out of you, and into a doll."
"Do you have a doll lying around?" Alice scoffed.
"Actually… I do." Andy smirked, walking over to a safe in the wall. After punching in a code, he opened the door, revealing a Good Guy doll with shortened hair. It wasn't completely cropped persay, but it also wasn't a wild mane like Alice remembered Chucky having. Unfortunately, seeing the doll just raised another question.
"Why do you have that?" Alice asked curiously.
"For situations exactly like this." Andy revealed. "You think you're the first person Chucky has tried doing this to?"
Pierce shuddered, as the color left her face.
"Wha… what?"
Andy shook his head, as he led the girl to the table in the kitchen, and set the doll between them.
"Story for another time." the older man told her, as he took her hand.
"Ready?"
Alice nodded, and Andy placed his other hand on the doll's head.
"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you!" Andy chanted. "Mortise me leveau delacroix deve merce. Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, Adaleigh boise boise Damballa, AWAKE!"
Alice felt a surge of energy jolt through her body, followed by the sound of thunder just above them. The moments were gone and quick as they came though, and Andy and Alice looked at the doll on the table.
"Did it… did it work?" Pierce asked timidly. Andy reached into his jacket, pulling out a lighter and flicking it on, and set the flame under the doll's fingers. For a solid five seconds, nothing happened, until the toy suddenly screeched in pain, quickly sitting up.
"Fuck you Andy!" Chucky screamed, as Barclay grabbed the doll by his throat. While the grown man kept his grip on the doll, he used his other arm to let go of the lighter to hold onto his plastic arms.
"Alice…" Andy groaned. "There knives… in the drawer."
Knowing what he was asking of her, Alice quickly ran to the other side of the kitchen, opening up a drawer and pulling out a large butcher knife. After swiftly grabbing the handle, she ran back to the table, where she froze at the sight of Andy wrestling with Chucky.
"Alice, give me the knife!" Barclay shouted, seeing the girl was practically paralyzed. "What are you waiting for?!"
Pierce stared at Chucky with wide eyes, as memories of that night flashed through her head. Being locked in the closet, only to hear screams of what she now assumed were her family. Chucky coming back for her weeks later, and placing his soul into her body. Periodically regaining control, only to find her hands coated in someone else's blood…
Alice suddenly felt a white hot rage bubble up within her from those memories, and with a roar of anger, she dashed towards Andy and Chucky. Realizing what was going to happen, Barclay let go of the doll and backed up, while Pierce grabbed it by the throat and slammed it back onto the table, raising the knife.
"Alice, no, please!"
Pierce paused, looking down at Chucky. The doll stared up at her with… fear?
"I'm your friend till the end, remember?" the doll pleaded. If that was him begging for her not to kill him, he was in for a rude awakening. In fact, that only strengthened her resolve, as her eyes narrowed, and her grip tightened on the knife.
"This is the end." Alice sneered, before stabbing the knife into Chucky's chest. The doll gasped loudly, but Pierce yanked the blade out, before stabbing him again, and again, and again. Blood spurted out, making Alice see red, but she kept on stabbing, drowning out the doll's screams with her own angry yells.
Eventually, she stopped, but only when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She paused, mid-stab, and looked up, seeing Andy looking at her in pity.
"It's okay." Barclay murmured. "It's over."
Alice felt her rage evaporate, and she slowly looked down, staring at Chucky. There might as well have been a gaping hole in his chest, because there was a huge cavity of blood where she stabbed him repeatedly. She looked down at her hands, and it was like someone painted them red. She didn't even want to look at her face in a mirror.
Pierce began blinking, feeling tears well up in her eyes, as she collapsed to the floor, backing up and pressing her back to the kitchen counter- directly under the drawer she pulled the knife from.
"I'm sorry…" she sniffled. "I didn't… I didn't mean too…"
As Alice sobbed, she heard muffled footsteps, and she timidly looked up, seeing Andy sit down right next to her.
"It's okay. It's alright." Andy said softly, reaching an arm out. Pierce gradually took the invitation and leaned forward, burying her face in his chest, and continued sobbing.
"Shh, shh, shh…" Andy murmured, patting her on the back like a parent would.
"You're safe now."
Jake and Lexi stared at Alice with a mixture of emotions. Shock. Mortification. Fear, at both what Chucky was capable of, and what Alice could do… but also pity, and sadness.
"...every morning, I look for that little girl I once was." Alice murmured, staring out the window, and ignoring the fact that Chucky most likely heard everything she said from the passenger seat. "I look for her… but she's gone. And I blame Chucky."
Pierce felt tears run down her face, causing her to quickly reach a hand up and wipe them away, before facing the two teens.
"You see what we're up against now? Why we have to stop him?"
Jake nodded, while Lexi reached out and placed a hand on Pierce's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
Alice quietly smiled, giving a thankful nod, just as the police vehicle came to a stop at the hospital. Detective Peyton parked right up to the front door and got out, leaving the trio in the back of the squad car, as he carried Chucky inside.
"Wait, no!" Lexi and Jake yelled. "Let us out! Let us-"
Detective Evans suddenly appeared in their vision, opening the door.
"Thank you!" Lexi said gratefully, as they all began running towards the entrance.
"Not you." Kim told Jake, grabbing his arm. "I'll need you for questioning."
Jake looked between Alice and Lexi, giving them a reassuring nod.
"Just make sure Caroline's safe."
Lexi smiled, as she lightly grabbed his shoulder.
"Thanks for helping me." Cross told him. "And… I'm sorry for everything I did to you."
Jake smiled back, and the two girls took off into the hospital, racing through the hallways, until they reached Caroline's room. As they entered, passing Lexi's parents, a nurse was just finishing up on checking the girl.
"Hey." Lexi called out. "Has anyone been in here in the last few minutes? Like, someone with a doll?"
"No?" the nurse frowned, as she continued tending to Caroline. Lexi slowly nodded, sitting down and grasping her sister's hand, while Alice looked around for the doll. Just as she was about to give up, she looked across the hallway, seeing a two foot tall silhouette run past the waiting chairs.
"Shit." Pierce murmured. "Lexi…"
Cross followed her eyesight, just barely seeing movement, and the two bolted out of the waiting room, walking in the direction of the doll. Unfortunately, when they turned a corner, there was no sign of Chucky. However, they did find Devon, who quickly walked up to him.
"Lexi, have you seen Jake?"
"Yeah, you're mom's questioning him." Lexi told him. "Why?"
"Look there's something about his doll-"
"His doll?" Lexi asked. "Devon, tell me!"
"You wouldn't believe me-"
"Try me." Alice folded her arms. "It's about Chucky, right? Possessed by the soul of Charles Lee Ray?"
Devon and Lexi looked at her in shock, realizing that she knew even more than she originally let on.
"Let's talk in my room."
"Good idea." Pierce muttered, as the three began walking down the halls.
Lexi and Alice patiently waited for Devon to start speaking, watching him pace around his hospital room.
"So, Charles Lee Ray. The Lakeshore Strangler." Devon began. "Born in Hackensack. He terrorized Chicago for years."
"You said he possessed a doll…" Lexi frowned, looking at Alice.
"That's part of the urban legend." Devon added. "It says that he was gunned down in a toy store in Chicago, but moments before he died, he transferred his soul. Legend has it, the doll is still killing."
"It's more than a legend." Alice said grimly. "Not only is he alive, but he's here, in this hospital."
"Come on." Devon rolled his eyes, but Lexi suddenly stood up.
"We're serious!" Lexi shouted. "He killed Jake's dad, and Oliver, and he tried to kill me! And he killed Alice's family!"
"Look, believe us, or don't, but the fact is that there's a killer here, and we have to stop him." Alice told Devon. Evans slowly nodded his head, stepping back.
"Okay… okay. We need to get Jake."
"So, here's what I don't understand, Jake." Detective Evans announced, while Jake sat in a chair. "All roads lead back to you. Or more importantly, to your doll. Chucky, right?"
Jake suddenly looked up, tilting his head.
"He's been at multiple crime scenes." Evans continued. "He was found in the basement when your father died. He was up in your room when your family's maid was found dead in the kitchen. And Detective Peyton found him in Lexi's house, half his body melted. Yet both Lexi and her parents corroborated that you weren't there. So how did your doll?"
"I… you'll never believe me." Wheeler whispered. Kim pursed her lips, standing up.
"I think I'll believe more than you think." she told him. "Jake, I've been a detective for over twenty years. Before Hackensack, I was stationed in Chicago, and I was partners with a man named Mike Norris."
Jake frowned in confusion, but Evans continued.
"He was the man who shot down Charles Lee Ray, also known as the Lakeshore Strangler." she revealed. "But what followed afterwards was a series of murders that Norris claimed was the work of a doll, calling himself Chucky. I never fully believed him, but now…"
Kim sighed, sitting back down.
"Help me understand, Jake. Is this all just a prank gone too far? Or is it real?"
Before Jake could answer, an alarm suddenly went off, with a PA screaming "Code White". Jake and Kim suddenly leapt up from their chairs, running towards the sound of the alarm, which took them to the ICU where Caroline was. Lexi, Devon, and Alice were already there, as the doctors were scrambling on resetting the machine Caroline was hooked up to.
"Oh god." Alice murmured, pointing to the floor. The kids had to squint and lean down to see what happened, but they could see the undeniable shape of Detective Peyton's body on the floor, skewered with dozens of syringes.
"God dammit…"
Jake suddenly tapped Alice and Lexi on the shoulders, causing them to look up. Pierce's eyes narrowed in a glare, as she noticed Chucky sitting on the counter above Peyton's body, who looked right at them. Ever slowly, the doll maliciously grinned, extending his middle finger and flipping the teens off. Alice glared harder, as her fists tightened.
Music: "Escape The Base" from The Punisher OST
The moment Andy woke up, he felt his body was already restrained, and he strained to look around. As far as he could tell, he was strapped down to a gurney in what looked like a sedation room, but the IV attached to his arm… it didn't look like a normal sedative. At least, he was pretty sure sedatives didn't glow a bright blue.
"What the fuck?" Andy mumbled, just as a doctor entered the room.
"You're not supposed to be awake." the doctor, a man with short black hair stated. "How did the sedative wear off so quickly?"
Andy stared blankly at him, as the gears in his head began turning. Why did the sedative wear off? Was it because of him seeing Alice? And how did he see her anyway? She almost seemed… real?
"No matter." the doctor shrugged, as he pulled out a syringe and flicked the needle. "You'll just need another dose…"
Andy's eyes widened, and he began struggling when the doctor got closer. If he could just… wrench free…
Barclay suddenly heard his restraints snap at the same time his arm shot up, grabbing the doctor's wrist.
"No!" the man yelled, but Andy pushed him away, sending him flying into the opposite wall. Barclay groaned, lifting his other arm and breaking his other restraints, and looked at his hands, flexing his fingers. Odd, he felt… strong. As in, stronger than he'd ever been.
He looked over at the IV attached to his arm, pulling the needle out and seeing the blue liquid squirt out. Was this the cause? Was it some kind of drug? Hold on, it looked like it was glowing blue… was it the Super Soldier Serum? The same thing that made Captain America?
"What the fuck?"
Before he could ponder about whatever was being pumped into him, Andy heard an alarm go off, making him jump in surprise.
"Shit!" Barclay muttered, ripping the IV out of his arm and grabbing the bag. He'd have to figure out what the hell kind of drug this was… and hopefully, he knew who he could ask.
Wasting no more time, Andy ran out of the room and down the hallway, where five guards were already charging towards him.
"Don't let him leave with the V!" one of the guards shouted, making Andy frown. What's V? The bag he was holding?
Barclay tightened his fist, running forward and catching one guard with a left hook, before lashing out with his leg and kicking another in the chest. Both kids flew backwards and hit the floor, skidding to a stop at the end of the hallway, which made Andy pause to look at his hands. Just like with the one in the room with him, it was like they got hit by a truck.
Forming his mouth in a grim line, Andy looked back up, just in time to duck under a guard's punch. Instead of fully hitting him, however, Andy just grabbed his head and knocked it against a wall, rendering him unconscious, before backhanding another. Unfortunately, because he was stronger, he'd have to resort to not hitting as hard as he'd like. Luckily for him, the final guard seemed to wise up and run in the opposite direction, making Andy smirk in amusement. Guess they went back to minimal security.
Barclay took off down the halls, entered the lobby, and accessed the phone on the desk, quickly dialling a number.
"Kyle? Kyle, you there?" Andy almost yelled into the phone once he heard someone pick up.
"Andy? Is that you?" Kyle's voice echoed.
"Yeah, I'm getting out of Harrogate, but I need a ride!" Andy quickly told her. "Listen, meet me at 198 Vincent Avenue."
"198… isn't that the gas station half a mile from the asylum?"
"Yep. It's the closest place to it." Barclay told her. "I'll meet you there!"
Andy quickly ended the call, and after checking the bag of the blue liquid- the bag of V- he ran out of the lobby and exited Harrogate, running past the outer gate. As expected, his truck had been towed some time ago, so he had to make it on foot.
Barclay sighed, took a deep breath, and began running. At this rate, he could get to the gas station in about ten minutes. Good thing, because the sooner Kyle could pick him up, the sooner he could figure out what this "V" was… and the sooner he could look for Chucky.
A/N: Alright, now that the story's halfway done, this is when I start to add in all the other elements from The Boys and other properties, instead of giving little hints. It still largely follows season 1 of Chucky, but I am adding in the subplot of Andy (as well as a couple other characters) discovering that they're now supes after being injected with Compound V.
Not sure when the next chapter will drop, but either way, I'm just getting started on the craziness. Hell, I might even add a couple elements from season 2 into here.
