A/N: I do not own Chucky or any of Don Mancini's characters... Don't we all wish we could though? Yayness! Chucky is back to himself! Actually, let's just say I had a bad start to the story. Crap, I just realize Chucky didn't kill anyone in the last chap! Man, what liar I am! Oh well, just ignore it. Oh, and please review! It will make me so happy! You're damn lucky I even got this far so show me appreciation and let me know your thoughts!
Chapter 10
"Glen! I'm glad you were able to come for a visit!" Andy said as he happily let Glen into the house.
About ten minutes before he and Tiffany had reached Andy's house, they had lost Chucky and Glenda in traffic so Glen was hoping that they wouldn't be seeing them until they all went to fight Chucky and possibly end the feud between Andy and him.
"Hey, Andy, uh, can I speak to you alone?"
Andy gave Glen a worried look. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'll tell you when we're alone," Glen said as Andy led him into an empty room and locked it.
"So, what's up?"
"Promise me that you won't get mad or do anything to kill me and my mother."
Andy stared at Glen. "Why would I do that?"
Glen sighed and sat down on the floor. "I lied to you, Andy," he said sadly. "Jennifer Tilly is not my mother."
Andy sat down next to him. "Is that all?" He asked knowing that what Glen told him wasn't all.
"No," Glen said removing Tiffany from his coat. "This is my real mother and my father--"
"Is Chucky," Andy finished. It was no new news to him. Earlier when he had visited Glen, he'd noticed and felt something strange in the house. Plus when he'd heard something hit the floor beside him and found spit, he knew right there that it was Chucky. Only he would goes as far as trying to spit on Andy.
"You know?" Glen and Tiffany asked in unison.
"Yep, I knew because you look like him and also since you had told me the death of him had meant nothing to you. But, back to what you came for, how'd he come back?"
"My daughter Glenda "accidently" read the short version of the words that brought him back," Tiffany said quietly.
Andy looked closely at Tiffany. "So, how'd you end up like a doll and Glen a human?"
"It's a long story, we'll tell you later," Glen cut in. "I really want to stop my Dad right now and we have to do it quickly. He's very smart and as far as I've seen, he's been getting smarter by the years."
Andy's eyes widened. "You're kidding right? I don't think I could deal with a smarter Chucky, he was bad enough in '88!"
"That's why I thought the three of us working together could out smart him. If not that, then we're screwed."
"You know, since you are related to him, I would refuse but the hate I have for him makes me want to help you. But, you'd have to promise me that this is not one of his tricks and that you are going to kill him."
Glen hung his head to hide his tears. "I was hoping that we wouldn't kill him," he said softly.
Andy heard a quiver in Glen's voice and he sat down next to him. "Why not? I thought you hated him, like I do."
"I do, but he's my father, Andy. And with the way he's been acting towards me, it would pain me to kill him. It was bad enough the first time but since he'd been so fatherly lately, that it will be even harder this time."
"I didn't realize how much he'd changed," Andy said thinking about it.
Tiffany walked up and sat between the boys. "He has changed, but I'm afraid I pushed it too far with him and he'll never forgive me," she said starting to cry.
Andy sat her on his lap and asked what happened. She told him the whole story and when she finished Andy had a plan forming. He figured out something that if Chucky would cooperate, it would result in a happy ending for Glen and Tiffany, but if he didn't, they'd have to kill him.
"Dad, it's going to take forever to find them and I'm tired," Glenda whined as they made a trip around town looking for Glen's Hummer.
"Quit your fucking complaining! We'll search for a little while more then go home."
"Maybe we'll get lucky and find them home tomorrow morning, it's already 10:00 at night!"
Chucky huffed. "You don't get it through your thick head, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"They are not as stupid as you are!" Chucky snapped. "Now quit being a fucking moron and shut up, we're going home."
"Yes, finally, we get to go home!" Glenda remarked happily. "Home, home, home!"
"Shut up, damn it!" Chucky yelled. "You're getting on my fucking nerves!"
"Jeez, someone's cranky tonight," Glenda snapped.
"That's because I've had to deal with you all this time! No wonder Glen hates you; you're a pain in the ass!"
"You're a pain in the ass! You're supposed to like me more than Glen!"
"I'm not supposed to like anybody! You are the most annoying thing on the face of the earth, Glen is the wimp of the century, and Tiffany is the bitch from hell! I don't know why I had put up with you, you guys aren't worth it!"
"Then why don't you leave?"
Chucky didn't answer her. He hated her questions so much, and answering them was getting old and pointless. The more that were answered, the more questions that were asked.
"You don't leave because you can't," Glenda said hating the sudden silence.
"Why don't you shut up? Oh, wait, I know the answer to that… because you fucking can't!" Chucky snapped back.
"At least I admit to that."
"You didn't admit to anything, you little shithead."
"You are so fucking mean!" Glenda whined.
"I fucking try to be," Chucky growled. If it wasn't for the fact that he needed her for a little while more, he would have shoved her out of the car and went back to searching for Glen and Tiffany.
They got home and before Glenda could escape to her room Chucky stopped her.
"Are you even started on that doll for your lover boy?"
"I've got the design all thought out; all I need to do is build it which will not take that long. As I said before, Dad, I'll have it done just in time for Simon. By the way, are we going to search for Mom and Glen tomorrow and so on?"
Chucky shook his head. "No, because my plans won't work until Simon is taken care of. Instead of it being three or four dolls against four humans, it's now going to be three dolls against five humans and a doll."
Glenda's eyes widened. "Whoa, how the hell did the number of humans go up?"
Chucky glared at her. "Glenda, you do realize that it's now me, you and Simon against Tiff, Glen and Andy's family." He didn't care if he mentioned Andy, she'd have to know everything if she was going to help.
"Now, who is this Andy, why is he going to help Glen and Mom, and how do you know him?"
Chucky sighed and finally told her the entire story about the ten years he kept hidden from Tiffany and Glen and when Glen met Andy across the street. Obviously there were a dozen more questions in between but Chucky was able to answer them without hesitation or getting angry at her.
When he was done Glenda went quiet and stayed that way for the rest of the night.
"Police, open up!"
"Oh, fuck!" Chucky dropped the camera he had and grabbing his knife, ran up stairs and into Glenda's room.
Glenda, who was sorting out what looked like doll parts, turned quickly around and stared at Chucky as he slammed the door shut.
"Damn it!" Chucky yelled clenching his fists hard enough to make him drop his knife and shake out the pain.
"Let's kill 'em!" Glenda said gleefully. She ran over to her bed and pulled out a knife just like Chucky's.
Chucky turned his head and stared at her as if she'd just escaped the looney house. "Oh, yeah, let's do," he said sarcastically. "What damage two dolls could do against a swarm of cops!"
"Oh, I thought it was Mom and Glen," Glenda said quietly.
"Don't think before you know."
"Whatever," Glenda mumbled. "So what are we going to do?"
"Improvise," Chucky said listening to the police as they burst into the house. "Damn, I thought they'd make a quiet entrance. Their making enough noise to wake up the dead."
"They're police, Dad, what more would you expect?"
"Shut up!"
Chucky listened hard and Glenda watched his eyes widened. He turned to her and told her to drop to barbie mode and they both hit the floor.
The door came flying open and three officers came in with their arms extended and guns in hand.
Chucky watched as they went further into the room to investigate and when they got far enough away from the door he got up, slammed it shut and dropped back to doll mode.
All three cops aimed at the door. One of them walked towards it and looked down to see Chucky lying right in front of it.
"I could've swore that doll was to the side," he said shaking his head.
The other cops snickered behind him.
The first cop whipped around and glared at them. "Would you two get serious? This is the murder of Jennifer Tilly we're talking about, get real," he said harshly.
"Right, let's just get this over with."
They all went to the door but immediately jumped back in unison.
Chucky was gone.
"What the hell is this shit?"
"Oh, this ain't no shit, this is pure gold!"
The officers looked back to see Chucky standing behind them with a maniacal smile on his face, a kitchen knife in one hand and a gun in the other.
"So, which one of these baby's am I going to have to use on you three?" Chucky asked.
"What the fu--"
"Yeah, it's scary, who would have thought a doll could actually walk and talk! So what? Life is full of surprises."
All three cops took aim again and went to fire but Chucky fired first and shot one cop in the hand causing him to drop his gun and the other two in the leg.
"Anyone up for round two?" Chucky asked giving the gun to Glenda who had stood up right when Chucky wounded the officers.
"I am!" Glenda cried happily.
"So am I," Chucky replied walking up to the cop he'd shot in the hand. "God, we need Tiff here, but forget about her, you take one of the others, and we'll both finish off the last one together."
"Sounds good to me," Glenda said with a smile.
Chucky took a swipe at his cops throat and sliced almost clear through then watched Glenda put a bullet between her cops eyes, and they both then looked at the last cop with the most killer expressions ever.
"Welcome to hell," Chucky said as he set the point of the knife against the cops chest.
Glenda dropped the gun and took out her own knife and also pointed it, tip first, at the cops chest.
"On three," Chucky told her. "One, two... three!"
They both shoved hard against the knives.
As the knives slid into flesh, Chucky saw the front of the cop's shirt grow darker as blood poured out. The further the knives went in, the more blood that came out until the two dolls ripped the knives out; the blood was then spurting from the wound and sprayed Chucky and Glenda. Oh, how good it feels to have blood spray all over you, Chucky thought looking at his knife and admiring the blood as it dripped from it almost like molasses.
"Oh yes! Just the way I like it!" Glenda yelled.
"Oh please, you've never killed before in your entire life," Chucky said shaking his head at her.
"So, doesn't mean I can't act like I have," Glenda pouted.
"Just shut up, there's still three more cops, so don't get cocky."
Without hesitation they both went to find the other officers, found two in Glen's room and one in Tiffany's room And with less effort as possible, they killed the them then set out to find Glen and Tiffany again. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to stop Chucky from finding them, and when he did, they were going to pay dearly.
