A/N: I say nothing…
Chapter 13
"Now take it easy there," Andy said as he slowly went up the spiraling stairs. "That's a mighty high weapon you hold there."
"I know," Chucky replied grinning. "Want to see what it's like to be shot by it?"
"No, I'm just pointing out that you may be too small to handle a gun like that," Andy said slipping his own gun into the back of his pants.
Chucky just stared at him.
"Can we give this another chance?"
"Fuck no, I wouldn't give you a chance even if you gave me a human body," Chucky growled.
"But isn't that what you want?" Andy asked trying to distract Chucky so he could get close enough to take the weapon and kill him. He decided it's too much of a risk giving Chucky a chance so he had to be killed on the spot.
"Once again, fuck no. Being a doll is much less complicated then being human. You don't know what you're missing, Andy."
Finally Andy got close enough to make a move but before he could grab Chucky's gun, he was pulled backwards, losing his balance and fell down the stairs.
Chucky stared wide eyed at Glenda who now stood where Andy had been.
"Aren't you going to kill him, Daddy?"
Chucky smiled. "You're in the way," he said.
"Oops," Glenda said moving out of the way as Chucky took aim at Andy who was lying on the floor and trying to regain his breath and ability to get up and fight back.
"See ya in Hell, Andy," Chucky yelled down.
At hearing that, Andy grabbed his gun and without thinking, shot at Chucky as best he could. He heard a scream as Chucky's left arm burst into a cloud of cloth and blood and drop to the floor.
"You mother fucker!" Chucky yelled. "You're going to fucking perish for that!"
Chucky fired multiple shots but Andy pulled himself out of the way and fired at Chucky again, this time hitting Chucky right on the chest.
Screaming in pain Chucky fell to the ground but continued to fire in the direction of Andy again and again and again until he ran out of ammo.
Blood seeped through Chucky's shirt and made a small puddle on the floor below him and he thought for sure it was the end of him again.
"Dad, are you alright?" Glenda shrieked as she ran to his side.
"No, I'm not alright," Chucky screamed at her. "I'm fucking bleeding to death!"
"Shit!" Glenda suddenly lost all her courage at seeing Chucky in such condition. She wished Tiffany and Glen were there to help her. She didn't want to lose Chucky, not now. She bet even Glen would be on his knees crying for Chucky, she had seen the look in Glen's eyes when he talked to him...
Andy pulled himself onto his feet and made his way back up the stairs, laughing the whole way.
"And I was told you were smarter than the last time I killed you," Andy said taking aim at Glenda to keep her from making any moves.
Chucky laughed. "So, you think you've won me over? I don't fucking think so, you may have blown off my arm and blown a hole in my chest but you have forgot that supernaturally possessed dolls are hard to kill. Once I kill you, all I have to do is sew my arm back on, let my chest heal and I'm ready to kill again," he said pretending that he was too weak to pick up his gun. Andy thought it was out of ammo but Chucky had reloaded it when Andy was dragging himself to his feet. It was going to be the end of Andy.
"I think it's time you die, and just to make sure you're never brought back, I'm gonna lock you and that stupid amulet away," Andy sneered.
Chucky grinned at him. "That's what you think, you little fucker." He grabbed up his gun and fired at Andy twice, hitting him once in the shoulder and once in the thigh. Damn, Chucky thought. If I wasn't so weak I could have gotten him right between the eyes in an instant.
Something was horribly wrong though, Andy hadn't fallen. He still stood as if... as if someone were holding him up. To Chucky's disappointment, there was someone holding Andy up and it was his wife and Glen. Tiffany was no where in sight which got Chucky suspicious, what if she was walking up from somewhere else, coming to finish what Andy started?
"I hope you've learned your lesson," Tiffany said from beside Chucky.
"Is that all the fuck this was?" Chucky demanded. "Just to teach me a fucking lesson?"
"No, Andy was supposed to have killed you but because of Glen, you are being given a chance."
Andy huffed. He was going to kill Chucky even though he promised Glen that he wouldn't.
"I don't want to be given no fucking chance, I die as a killer! No one gives me a chance!"
Tiffany couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I thought you'd welcome the chance!"
"Fuck no!" Chucky stood up straight and faced Andy. "You should've killed me while you had the chance," he growled. He raied his gun to shoot and Tiffany Glen and Kristin shut their eyes.
There was a loud crack as the gun fired and they all opened their eyes to see Andy with his gun aimed and smoke steaming from the barrel.
Chucky was struck. He thought he was going to finally be able to kill Andy but no, he was once again proven wrong.
"It was good to see you, Chucky, but it's your time to go," Andy said with a smirk.
Chucky smiled evilly at Andy. "Don't think you've gotten rid of me, Barclay. You haven't seen the last of me yet." And with that Chucky fell to the ground.
Andy looked over at Glen who had his face buried into his hands and was crying. Andy went over to comfort him but Glen shoved him away.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Glen yelled.
"Glen, what's wrong?" Andy said shocked and hurt by Glen's tone and words.
"You didn't try and help him! You didn't give him a chance!"
"I tried..."
"No, you didn't! All he needed was some help in accepting that chance, but no! You had to be an asshole and kill him! You wanted to kill him all along without giving him a chance, you promised me you would; you promised me that you'd do everything in your power to try and change him!" Glen yelled then stormed out of the room and out the door.
"Oh, Andy, it's not your fault," Tiffany said trying to reassure Andy.
Andy sat down on the steps and rocked back and forth. "No, it is my fault. He's right, I didn't even try to make a deal with Chucky or convince him to change just a bit so we could co-exist."
"But, Andy, you had a reason to want to kill Chucky, he made your childhood hell! He caused your mother to be put in an asylum for the mentally ill and caused you to be put in one foster home after another!"
Andy shook his head. "It doesn't matter, I was supposed to be thinking more about Glen and not myself! I made the boy a promise, and you Kristin, know very well that I do not go back on my promises!"
Kristin sighed. "I know, but as Tiffany said, it's not your fault. Chucky probably wouldn't have made a deal anyway," she said sitting down next to him and holding him.
"i'm sure Glen will get over it," Tiffany said.
"I'm sure of it too," Kristin agreed. "Let's all get out of here to calm down and forget about what happened. Maybe then things will go back to normal."
The others agreed and they all went to Andy's house, except for Glenda.
She stood beside Chucky's body and thought. Now, how did she bring him to life in the first place...?
A/N: Who knows! Do we even know that she can bring him back and what will Chucky do immediately after he is brought back? Stay tuned to get all the answers and more in Chapter 14, coming whenever possible!
