A/N: I hope this story is going good like CRF says it is. It took too much brain power to get everything to fit in properly. My head still hurts from reading over the very small print off of the paper and putting it onto the computer…

Chapter 2

Chucky thought hard about how he was going to kill Tiffany and get the amulet back; it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. There were so many things that Tiffany would figure out if he tried to pull them on her. That was why it was so bad that she knew him so well, maybe she knew him a bit too well.

"Chucky? Where'd you go?" Kimberly's sleepy voice asked from the bed.

Chucky snickered. She sounded like she had been put on some serious drugs… it could be true, hospitals were known to drug patients with drugs they didn't need. It had happened to Chucky as a kid, and he swore it was the reason why he became so addicted to most drugs.

He climbed back on the bed. "I'm right here," he said.

"So, what's been going on?"

"Not a whole lot." Chucky sat down and thought some more. His brain was beginning to hurt from so much thinking but he had to think of someway to overthrow Tiffany and get rid of her forever. "I'm just pondering."

"About what?"

"What else? Getting my so called "wife" back. I'm not going to let this slip you know."

Kimberly shrugged. "I know that, but I didn't think it would be that important to you."

"If she didn't have the amulet it wouldn't."

Kimberly nodded and looked to see how much time she had left. Still over an hour and a half. She thought she'd go insane. She decided to turn her thoughts to something else. "So, did you figure anything out while I slept for under an hour?"

"No, I did search the room for any killing tools, you know, to add more evil to my plans…"

"Find anything?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure that I can if I can get out of this room."

"Do it when I leave."

Chucky blinked at Kimberly. "When you leave?"

"Sure, when I leave it'll be clear for you to take a run for it. I'll come back with an excuse to pick ya up, just be where I can find you."

"I'm falling for you more and more, Kim. I love ya lots." Chucky gave her a quick kiss on the lips catching Kimberly by surprise and hopped down onto the floor to give the room another inspection.

"So, what happens after I become like you?" Kimberly asked curiously.

Chucky sighed and turned to her. "Well, I guess that's my secret for now," he said giving her a sinister grin.

"Am I supposed to fear that reply or turn sexy towards it?"

Chucky laughed. "You could do both and make it more exciting."

Kimberly smiled. "I guess so, but I'm afraid I might get too sexy and drive you up the wall."

"Why, because you're too big for me?"

"Pretty much."

Chucky narrowed his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, just a comment."

Chucky snickered. "Man, if we weren't in a hospital I would make you eat those words."

"You silly little boy, what makes you think you could get that far with me so early?"

"My charms."

Kimberly was almost tempted to provoke him but he was right; it wasn't right to do that kind of stuff in a hospital. Someone could walk in on you at any given moment; it was a risk they couldn't afford.

"Anyway, it wouldn't feel right to me," Chucky said in disappointment.

"Same here," Kimberly replied.

"Do you really want to see a ring before we…"

Kimberly shook her head. "No way, I was just being a smart ass. You can do whatever you want… except kill me or hurt me in any way, shape, or form."

"Gotcha," Chucky said with glee. She was way better than he expected.

Kimberly sighed. "God, I hate being in this hospital," she groaned giving Chucky a look as if to tell him to fix her problem.

He caught her look and grinned. Oh, he'd fix her problem alright. "The more I think about it, and the more you manage to bring it up, I'm thinking that it really wouldn't matter anymore."

"Huh?"

"This whole "We're in a hospital, we'll get caught" sort of thing," Chucky said. He didn't care if they got caught. There were many ways to cover up what would be going on, Kim was smart enough to think of something. After all, they still had an hour and 15 minutes. Besides sleep, sex was another way to make time go by quicker. When you want it to of course.

"You are so not thinking of doing it right here and right now."

"You bet your heart I am. You've driven it to me, honey."

"You take too many risks," Kim told him with an expressionless look.

"Killers always take risks, it's our life."

Kimberly closed her eyes in frustration. "I'm not risking getting caught fucking a god damned doll, have patience my little friend. After all, patience is a virtue."

"I don't believe in virtues. I rely on vulgar aspects."

"I can see that."

"I bet you can," Chucky said hopping back on the bed.

"You're getting excited for absolutely no reason."

Chucky checked the clock and smiled. "We've still got an hour and ten minutes, and I'm sure none of the nurses or doctors are going to come check on you anytime soon. Not unless you page them."

"Oh yeah? What if the paging button is accidentally pushed? You can't hear it when it is pushed. We could get caught."

"So?"

Kimberly looked Chucky right in the eye. "You are so unbelievable."

"So what? That's what makes me so exciting!"

"No, that's what makes you a lunatic. Maybe I should turn you in to the asylum right next to this hospital."

Chucky snickered. "They would put you in there just for trying to put me in! Not many people believe that dolls can walk, talk and kill. They would really lock you up for claiming that a doll is a lunatic," he said imagining her trying to convince them that he was a lunatic while he sat lifeless in her arms.

"AT least I'd be safe from you."

"Actually, I'd make sure that when you end up in the padded room that I'm locked up with you. In there, they don't check on you at all. Maybe once or twice, but other than that, they completely ignore you."

"I'll pass on the asylum then, hey, how do you know that?"

"Been there quite a few times when I was a teenager. But hey, maybe that's an idea! Putting you in the asylum where you'd be trapped would give me a chance. Then I would be a murderous rapist, I'd be twice as bad as before."

"Lord forbid if you took up raping."

"It's a change," Chucky said thinking hard about it. He'd never raped anyone before, but he did have one problem, he was a bit small and probably wouldn't be able to get far unless his victim was trapped. That would take a lot of energy to trap them down, and because of that he'd probably end up too tired to finish what he started. So many flaws for such a cool idea. Why didn't he take it up as a human?

"Don't expect me to be your first victim," Kimberly said. Sure she did agree that she would once she was a doll like him, but that was different. She would be his size, and it would feel more normal if they were each others size. She hoped that the idea of size would make Chucky think twice about rape. That is unless he turned all the women he wanted to rape into dolls, that would work.

"Oh, you'll be a first victim alright, once I can get you into that asylum," Chucky said coming up with a new hysterical plan that would have been fun, but the thought of her plan of becoming a doll made it a plan that would never happen. At least she was willing. He was a guy who needed some love and commitment, and he wanted that love and commitment from Kimberly.

"Dream on, doll," Kim said wrapping the blanket around her head.

"It'll be a dream come true," Chucky said.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

You're going to think whatever, Chucky thought as he hid to wait for anyone to come in so he would have an escape route. He couldn't wait until Kimberly leaves, he wanted to get his tools now. His plans would form properly once he knew what he was going to be able to use.

Some he had in mind were some sleep drugs plus some other handy drugs that hospitals had that would come in great use for a serial killer such as himself.

Kimberly tossed around and Chucky knew that she was falling asleep. Just as she sounded like she had found a comfortable spot the doctor came in.

Without hesitation Chucky ran passed the doctor unnoticed and disappeared.

"Mrs. Rhodes," the doctor said gently shaking Kimberly to wake her from the light sleep she was in.

She opened her eyes and expected to see Chucky beside her in doll mode but he was gone. She became frantic and looked up at the doctor with a glare that made him back up. She'd forgotten that Chucky wanted to search the hospital and didn't think that he would have wanted to leave before she left.

"Did you take him?" She demanded grabbing a hold of the doctors jacket.

"Take who? We just came in."

"Chucky, my doll you idiot!"

The doctor's eyes widened at the savage tone of her voice. "I assure you, we did not take your doll. In fact, there was no doll present when we came in."

Kimberly let the doctor go and sat back in the bed. Now she remembered that Chucky must have been out in the hospital on his search. "Sorry, Doctor. I guess my head is still not all the way back to normal," she said sighing.

"I'd say, do you think you're ready to go home in thirty minutes?" The doctor asked with concern while eyeing her.

Kimberly glowered at him. "I'd be better off if I didn't have to stay in this hell hole," she growled.

Be careful, Kim, Chucky thought as he listened in on the conversation from a small supply closet next to Kim's room. If you keep this up you will be sent to that asylum. He really didn't want her to end up like that because it was stupid. Better with her permission then against her will. He wasn't there to torture her, he was there to be a companion.

While shifting his position to get comfortable in the small space Chucky came across what he wanted, some sleeping drugs, both pill and liquid form, some needles and scalpels and stuck all of them in his overalls. He then snuck his way deeper into the hospital where the stringer chemicals would be.

Kimberly sat low in the passenger seat of Ken's Ford Focus with her head plastered against the window in grief. She was more than worried sick about Chucky, sure he was a very intelligent serial killer that would be able to take care of himself more than anyone else, but she still had a bad feeling. What if he had gotten himself caught and was sent somewhere to be held… like the police station again? She'd never forgive herself if that ever happened to him.

The more she thought about it the more she realized that that it was the right time to get Ken to take her back to the hospital. What she had in mind wasn't made up like she thought it would be and once she acted upon it, Ken would turn the car right around and race back to the hospital.

"Shit! Ken, we need to go back to the hospital!" She said in a truly distressed tone. She didn't have to fake that either, she was super worried and it was putting more stress on her than she had ever felt before.

Without question or hesitation Ken whipped the around and sped back to the hospital. "What's wrong Kim? Is your head bothering you more?"

"No, I forgot Chucky," she replied almost in tears. Now the tears were in between fake and real, but they sure as hell made Ken sped up in order to get her back to go find him. She didn't realize how good she was at that.

Ken drove the car right up to the front door and let Kimberly go in by herself while he waited quietly. He hoped that the doctor's had been smart enough to save the doll for her, especially after he heard about her outburst when the doll disappeared.

Poor doctor, Ken thought as he turned on the radio.

Inside Kimberly raced through the hospital and wondered where Chucky could have been, and just as she started losing her hope, he jumped out in front of her and yelled, "Gotcha!"

Kimberly leaped back with a loud gasp of fright and tripped over her own feet and feel to the ground with a loud thud. That was just it, she had just gotten out of the hospital and now she was going to be put right back in, all because of Chucky. Maybe he just liked seeing her lying in a snow white bed and going crazy because she's stuck where he can do whatever he wanted to her. He had sure gotten sadistic over the years.

"Jeez, took you long enough," Chucky told her standing right above her face.

"Why the hell did you do that to me?" Kimberly moaned in demand as she pulled herself slowly up. She hoped that her back wasn't broken, or anything for that matter. It just about felt like her back had been snapped in two, the excruciating pain really made it harder for her to stand up properly. She was going to murder Chucky for scaring her like he did.

Chucky gave her a sweet smile that made Kimberly want to vomit because it was so fake. "It's a habit," he said moving away from her as she staggered to the front entrance.

One of the nurses who were passing by noticed her pain and came rushing over to her.

"Oh, Miss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kimberly told her. "I just need some help with him." She pointed to Chucky who sat on the floor against the wall in doll mode.

The nurse raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly at him. "Okay," she said picking up Chucky as if he were a poisonous snake.

Kimberly smiled maniacally. "Oh stop it, he's not going to do anything."

The nurse laughed nervously. "I know, he's just a bit creepy."

The two of them went out to Ken's car and the nurse handed Chucky to Kim.

"Be careful," the nurse told her as she walked away.

"Go fuck yourself, bitch," Chucky growled under his breath.

"Shhh," Kimberly instructed as she sat down.

Ken was staring at her with a wide eyed look. "What in hell happened in there?" He asked.

Kimberly shrugged. "I just tripped, that's all."

"Are you sure that is all? Do you need to check and see if anything is broken?"

Kimberly sighed in annoyance. "Ken, if anything was broken it would be my back, and if my back was broken then I wouldn't have been able to get up!"

"Right, sorry," he replied pulling onto the road and heading to her house.

"Um, would you mind if we made a quick stop to the store?" Kimberly asked quickly.

"I wouldn't mind. Is there any particular store on your mind?"

Kimberly thought about it. "How about a drop by the mall. There's only one store that holds what I'm looking for and that only store is in the mall," she said.

"Is the mall even open?"

"Should be."

Chucky and Kimberly both looked through all the dolls on display at the one and only doll store that gave a wide variety of styles and sizes of dolls. Chucky was looking for a style of passed shoulder length black hair with some semi slutty clothes. He Didn't really want the big Goth look, but close, as long as the doll had taste in looks, the sluttish clothes and black hair he was happy.

Kimberly, on the other hand, was looking for almost the exact same thing except she preferred the none slutty look. She wanted a doll with a neat shirt, black or silver, with a long skirt, also black or silver.

Because the store was so dark, Kimberly went ahead and set Chucky loose and he came back with a doll that had the looks and black hair that they both wanted but had the obvious slutty clothes.

Kimberly went up to the cashier and asked for some different clothes and he took her into the back where she choose a silvery short sleeve shirt and a very long black skirt with some high heeled black boots. Her doll was now perfect. Even Chucky approved, and it was quite a great approval.

After the doll was paid for, they went quickly back to the car where Ken told Kimberly that Jamie wouldn't be at the house because she was out getting supplies that would make Kimberly comfortable.

Kimberly had to apologize to him for getting snappy and he accepted her apology with a kind smile.

When they got to the house Jamie called up and asked Kim if there was anything she wanted and Kimberly asked for a big pack of Gatorade, a family size pack of smoothie flavored skittles and two big Macs from McDonalds. She figured Chucky would be more than starving at that time and she was right. He was starving and was thankful that she had ordered two burgers instead of one.

Ken walked Kimberly to her room and told her to lay down and rest until Jamie got back with her refreshments. She accepted the rest time fully. Her home was her haven.

Once Ken was gone Chucky sat on the edge of the bed with his back against a mountain if pillows he had prepared himself and watched some corny horror movie while he thought out his plans some more. HE would have more than loved to put the new doll to use but there was the chance of Jamie and Ken coming in the room all the time to check on Kimberly. So, until they weren't so worried about her, he would just have to wait.

Although what couldn't wait was his bloodlust. He wanted so badly to kill, but he couldn't while he was with Kimberly. Not unless he snuck out when she was asleep. He had to do something.

Chucky casually peered at Kimberly without her noticing and found her half asleep. Good, he thought happily. She's almost asleep which means soon I can be out of here and catching up on some killing that has been so long neglected.

He waited only fifteen more minutes until Kimberly was fast asleep then he shot out the door and into the house where he looked around for Ken and Jamie. When there was no sign of them he walked quietly to the back door, slid it open, and slipped out.

It was now almost ten and it was as dark as it was going to get for the night. This meant that there would be a lot of so called "bad ass" teens who have come to believe over the years that they are vampires and go out at night just to act like fools. They were the ones Chucky had the most fun with. They always ended up shedding the most blood when Chucky came after them because they put up the stupidest of fights that only cause his knife to go deeper and deeper into wherever he had stabbed them. It kind of made the killing not as fun, but it did splatter the most blood.

Chucky sat himself in the front yard and waited for any of his "vampires" to come strolling by. He was desperate to kill again, the sight and feel of blood was something he always longed for, that of course besides sex, but that would come later. He needed to catch up on being the serial killer he was, that was more important than anything else in the world.

The sound of laughter caught his attention and he turned to see a young couple strolling down the street, at Chucky's guess, they were only about 18 or 19 years of age. That right there was the perfect kill. But who to kill first? The boy, or the girl?

"Come on, Sam! Let's stop and sit under a tree or something!" The girl pleaded as she took her boyfriends arm and led him to Kimberly's neighbor's yard and sat him down.

"Can't we just go to my house? It would be warmer," Sam said.

From the bushes near the tree the couple sat under, Chucky snickered. The usual teenage boy trying to coax his girl to go to his house just so he could lead her into his bedroom, lock the door, undress her then himself, and finish off with a night of teenage sex. It was the good days that Chucky remembered, he had been exactly like that. To his now disgust, it had been Tiffany that he had lured into his house that night they had graduated from High School, and even though it had been the night of a lifetime, it was still Tiffany who had been his first and it made him feel like he threw a huge opportunity away.

Chucky looked back at the teens just as Sam got up to try and drag his girl to her feet and before he got a hold of her hand, Chucky acted quickly to distract one of them and lure them to the bush.

He took his knife and drug it across the side of the house, while tapping it a few times to really get a noise that would catch Sam's curiosity. It was natural for a boy to get curious about weird sounds and check them out, especially in front of a girlfriend. It was the typical hero thing.

Just as he had planned, Chucky saw Sam look over towards the bushes and sneak quietly in Chucky's direction.

"just a few steps more," Chucky whispered as Sam neared.

The kid stopped a few feet from the bush and Chucky stopped scratching the side of the house.

"Sam, what is it?"

"I don't know, that's what I'm wanting to find out, Tam." Kneeling down, Sam parted the bush and peered into the darkness.

Chucky kept himself well out of sight until Sam pulled himself further into the bush and with great speed, Chucky swung his arm and slashed Sam's neck with the very tip of his knife. He watched with glee as the skin parted and blood first seeped then began to pour from the wound.

"One down, one to go," Chucky said laughing as Sam fell back and hit the ground.

Tam screamed as she caught sight of the gleaming blood oozing from her late boyfriends neck and as she looked up towards the bushes, her eyes widened in horror as Chucky stepped out with his knife pointed outward, the blood sparkling on the silver glinted blade.

"W--who the fuck are y--y--you?" Tam stammered as she continued to stare at Chucky in frozen horror.

"Your worst nightmare," Chucky said with a smirk.

Tam let out another scream and took off, but Chucky acted quickly and hurled his knife at her and watched as it pierced the back of her throat; she immediately dropped to the ground and Chucky could've swore he heard a splat as she hit the concrete. It was music to his ears.

"Well, kiddies, it's been fun, but I've got a beautiful lady waiting for me! Catch ya all in hell!" Chucky laughed as he retrieved his knife and went back inside to Kimberly who still hadn't woken up, even through all of Tam's screaming. Chucky knew though that now days a girl screaming normally wasn't perceived as danger because there had been so many times that girls had been heard screaming and when people ran to their aid, it had ended up being a dirty trick caused by a boyfriend.

That meant Chucky was home free with killing teenage girls at night, no one would take their screams seriously.

Although Kimberly's neighbors' would get a big surprise when they come to find Sam's body lying in the front yard and Tam's body not too far away in the street, unless someone passing by on foot or by car sees them.

Wiping his knife clean, Chucky stored it under the bed up between the mattress and the boards that supported the mattress and sat back up with his mountain of pillows and finished watching the corny horror movie that he had begun to watch before the lust for murder had struck.