A/N: Whootz! Another chapter, what a relief! If I ended up working on the last chapter any longer I would have died! Oh well, at least I'm here and doing this chap! Please enjoy! Oh, I do not own Chucky and that's the last time I'm saying that because it should be obvious by now. TT… BTW, damn those who don't review. .
Chapter 12
Simon sat at his computer and stared at the screen in total boredom. It had been such a long and boring day for him and he couldn't wait until he was able to see Glenda in 7 hours, he sure loved her a lot and she gave him so many things to do. He never had a boring moment in any time he'd spent with her.
Feeling lonelier than ever, he decided to give Glenda a call and see if their plans were still going to happen.
His room was a giant mess so he had to dig through dirty clothes and everything else to search for his phone but he finally found it on his bed under the sheets.
How in hell did it get there? He asked himself as he dialed Glenda's number. The phone rang four times before it was answered by a man who surprised him; Glenda's father was dead and he never saw or heard about any men visiting the Tilly's.
"Uh, hello, is Glenda around?"
There was a pause at the other end.
"Oh, well, she hasn't been home since yesterday, I guess she is with a friend," the man replied sounding unsure which made Simon suspicious.
"Do you know what friend she is with?"
"No, you'd have to ask her mother and she too is not here. I'm here to watch the house for the day," the man said now sounding groggy.
Simon sighed. "Okay, I'll call later," he said.
"I think that'd be a good idea."
"Whatever," Simon grumbled and hung up. What an asshole! Fucker probably knew exactly where Glenda was. Maybe it was time to investigate and see if she was okay, even though he knew she was well enough capable to keep herself out of messes.
Simon grabbed his boots and coat and ran out the door and to his car. That man wasn't going to get a warm welcoming from him; Simon knew for sure that Glenda hated to leave her house to go to friends, except when it came to him, but otherwise she stayed "in the shadows" and away from people because she couldn't stand them.
Kristin sat with Glen and Tiffany as they talked about the plans and what was hopefully going to happen when they all encountered Chucky.
"Are you sure you want to pull yourself into this?" Tiffany asked Kristin fearfully.
"Why not? Chucky has affected me too, and anyway, I love Andy and I want to see him after this."
Tiffany sighed. "Why are people so determined to help in getting rid of Chucky?"
"Because he needs to be stopped," Kristin replied.
"Yes, but what you guys don't realize is every time Chucky is brought back, he gets smarter and smarter. Andy could be dead right now or close to it. Chucky should not be underestimated."
"Does he have anyone to help him?"
Both Tiffany and Glen nodded. "Yes, my daughter, Glenda," Tiffany said sadly. "I wished that she hadn't gotten his full side because she is a smart girl and could use her intelligence for something besides Chucky's bidding. He's going to make her the ultimate killer like him; since he couldn't do it with Glen, Glenda is his last hope."
"Is she a doll or human?"
"A doll, Dad turned her and Mom, and kept me human so he could get away with more," Glen said hating Glenda more than ever. He was starting to think that he should've became the killer Chucky wanted him to be because he was the first and he was the one that Chucky had chosen to carry on the family tradition. It was all starting to make him think that killing may not be as bad as it seemed…
"Man, I hope Simon doesn't hate me after this," Glenda mumbled as she and Chucky made their way into Simon's house.
"If he does then he's not the right boyfriend," Chucky growled at her. He really didn't want to hear her complain.
Glenda just mumbled as they quietly snuck around the house and searched for Simon.
"He's not home," Glenda said to herself.
"Well, no fucking duh!"
"Well, I thought he'd be home because he said he would!"
"Obviously he's not home! God, what a fucking waste of time!"
"Oh shove it up your ass! It's not that big of a deal, he's coming over at late morning or early afternoon," Glenda snapped at him.
"You shove it up your ass!"
"Let's just go home," Glenda muttered and walked out.
"You smart ass little brat," Chucky said walking out behind her.
They went home to find the lights on and Chucky immediately took out his knife and shot into the house through the back. Glenda hurried after him and found him trying desperately to hold himself back. Glenda looked to see what was bothering him and found a strange man sitting on the couch and watching TV.
"Who the fuck is that?" Glenda asked in a whisper.
"That is Andy Barclay," Chucky growled.
Glenda turned to Chucky and stared at him. "That's Andy Barclay?" She asked shocked. "He's so old!"
"Old?" Chucky asked raising his eyebrow. "He's probably in his thirties now; that is not old. Now I'm old," he said giving Glenda a look.
Glenda folded her arms across her chest. "Oh yeah? How much older are you compared to Andy?"
"I'm 22 years older than he is; he's nothing compared to me."
Glenda just stared at Chucky. "You're 22 years older? So how old is he?"
"Why do you have to ask so many fucking questions?"
"I want to know, aren't killers supposed to know their victims?"
Chucky sighed. "Not always but if it'll make you shut up, Andy is around 32 or 33 years old. There are you happy?"
Glenda smiled triumphantly. "Yes I am!"
Chucky cursed under his breath and turned his attention back to Andy to find him gone.
"What the fuck?" Chucky almost yelled but Glenda shoved him into the wall to keep him from yelling and his outburst came out almost to a whisper.
"You almost blew it Daddy," Glenda smirked.
"Fuck off, Glenda," Chucky snapped now in the worst mood ever. "Where the fuck did he go?"
"You little fucker, just as I suspected, you came back," an awfully familiar voice said from behind them.
Chucky's breath caught in his throat but he stood up straight and faced Andy.
"Hey, long time no see, eh, Andy?" Chucky said in a mocking tone.
Andy laughed at the scars on Chucky's face. "Poor, poor Chucky. Do those scars bother you? Say, how'd you get them again?" He asked trying to tweak with Chucky's nerves.
Chucky expected Glenda to answer for him but she was gone. "You fucking bitch," Chucky muttered to himself. She was going to pay severely for leaving at a time like this. Don't get him wrong, but Chucky had no doubt that he could take Andy alone but Glenda was a big part of this plan. Of course Simon's part was completely ruined but otherwise everything else should go well.
Chucky looked up at Andy and smiled. "You have grown so much, too bad it's gonna end here," he said pointing his knife at Andy.
"Still using the old knife? Oh, come on Chucky, drag yourself into the 21st century, stabbing is no longer as effective as before," Andy said pulling out his gun.
"That's what you think," Chucky growled.
Andy aimed quickly and shot at Chucky but he was too quick and dove between Andy's legs while at the same time stabbing his knife deep into Andy's right leg.
"Oops, meant to do that!" Chucky laughed.
Even though he was suffering from the immense pain, Andy stood his ground as best he could, turned around and fired again, and again, and again at Chucky, following him as he ran out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs.
"It's effective huh, Chucky? Then why the fuck are you running away?" Andy yelled.
"Who said I was running away?" Chucky yelled back. "I'm right here, Andy!"
Andy shot out of the kitchen and started to run up the stairs but stopped as he saw Chucky standing at the top with a hand gun bigger than any other Andy had ever seen. Maybe Chucky did drag himself into the 21st century, that hand gun was the newer, bigger and more powerful model! Chucky must have stolen it!
"Knives are only the beginning," Chucky said with a grin. "The gun is the end."
