A/N: Sorry if I creeped some of you out... anyway, who knows, they couldn't have done it! Okay, so some tragic things are going to happen in this chapter and I hope to see how many want me to make this a full blown rated M or R story because I will if you want me to, even give me ideas I will put them in! Oh, yes, this chapter came out much shorter but I was tired when I wrote it,I had already been on the computer too long.
Chapter 4
Jamie knocked for the thousandth time on Kimberly's door but there was still no answer. She went to walk away and get a key but stopped when noise came from the room. She pressed her ear to the door and listened closely. Inside Kimberly was talking to someone, but who would she be talking too? Another boyfriend?
Jamie knocked again. "Kimberly, breakfast is ready," she yelled through the door.
"Good, I'll be up in a bit," Kimberly yelled back.
"Okay, but don't take too long, you leave in a couple hours!"
There was an awkward silence then suddenly Kimberly came bursting out of her room. "Shit! Only a couple hours?"
Jamie smiled at her. "Yup, so get your ass in gear," she said shoving Kim along.
"Hang on," Kimberly said running back down to her room. Moments later she came back up with Chucky in her hands and gave Jamie a smile as she went into the kitchen where breakfast waited.
Jamie followed her in with her arms folded across her chest. "What is with that doll?" She asked eyeing Chucky.
Kimberly shrugged. "I love him," she said sitting down at the table.
"You know, you act as if he's a living thing!" Jamie was really getting fed up with it now; Kim was going just too far with the doll and how she treated it and worried about it. "I'm really starting to worry about you!"
Kimberly gave her a nasty look. "Well, don't worry about me! You're not my mother, you're my sister so quit acting like Mom!" She yelled with a tone that made Jamie nod disappointedly and leave her alone.
"Jeez, irritating bitch," Kimberly mumbled.
Chucky looked at her with shock. "I thought you two were like best friends!" He said looking back to where Jamie had been and where she had left.
"Not anymore. Now that Mom's dead and she's been living with me she thinks she can be the one to boss me around and mother me."
"So, why don't you let her know and kick her out or something? For fuck's sake it's your house, dear."
Kimberly sighed. "Because she's my sister, Chucky. I can't do that," she said pouring some coffee into two cups and handing one to Chucky.
"I'd be a bit more careful if I were you," Chucky said.
Kimberly gave him a look. "How come?"
"If Jamie realizes that you are not going to do anything to stop her mothering you, she will continue to do it. Trust me, I know." That was no lie, he had been through that kind of shit with Tiffany and what it sounded like here was that Jamie was acting just like Tiffany had done.
"As I said before, she's my sister which means I couldn't just kick her out."
Chucky shrugged and sighed. "Alright then," he said. "Don't come crying to me when she gets worse."
"Shhh, Jamie's coming," Kimberly order and just as Chucky went to doll mode Jamie came walking in and sat in the chair next to Chucky. She looked at Chucky in his own chair then looked at Kimberly worriedly.
Jamie pointed to Chucky. "This is what I am talking about, you treat him like a living person," she said eyeing the cup of coffee in front of the doll.
"Well, that is your cup," Kimberly said. "I was just too lazy to put it where I figured where you'd sit."
Jamie gave her a look that said, "yeah right". "Kimberly, I don't know what has gotten into you, whether it be Mom's death or even Charles death, but whatever it is you need to get over it! You are acting like a lunatic and I don't like it!"
That was it, Jamie had pushed it too far.
"Now you look here, Jamie!" Kimberly got up out of her chair and gave her sister a threatening look. "I have sat around dealing with your attitude for the past 4 years and I am tired of it! You treat me like a kid, you think you can take over for Mom but you can't so either shut up or get out!"
Jamie sat shocked as hell. What had happened to the Kimberly she once knew?
Opening her mouth Jamie went to speak but her words were immediately lost and all she could do was shake her head sadly and leave the room with tears building in her eyes.
Chucky himself was shocked and couldn't believe it. He did love Jamie but she seemed to controlling and Chucky loathed controlling people more than anything else in the world. Even those he had once had a deep love for, but with him being a sadistic serial killer that didn't give those loved ones a second chance because if that love he had for them wasn't deep enough he would have no mercy for them. They would be like any other of his victims.
"See? All you have to do is be the boss," Chucky said giving Kimberly a "good job" nod.
Slowly Kimberly sat down and wrapped her arms around her head. Chucky raised an eyebrow and stood up in his chair.
"Why are you crying? You told her the truth; you're tired of her bullshit! Act like you care and mean it damn it! Quit acting like a little baby!"
Kimberly raised her head and looked at Chucky. "Unlike you I have feelings and emotions," she said through tears. "It hurts to see my sister cry, especially when it's my fault!"
Chucky sighed and shook his head. "You are absolutely worthless," he said. "I'm starting to think that I am wasting my time here in this hell hole."
Kimberly stared at him with shock. "Wha-- what?" Was he serious?
"You heard me. I thought with how you were acting in the beginning that you had a chance, but I guess not."
"A chance for what? To become what you are?" Kimberly demanded angrily. "Is that all you wanted is to turn me into a heartless, cold killer?"
"It's my only goal in life, and if you don't like it as I said I am wasting my time." Chucky hopped down onto the floor and disappeared into the living room.
Kimberly could only sit there with more tears rolling down her cheeks. Here she had thought everything was going so well because Chucky had been so loving but this was what she gets for seeing something nonexistent in a serial killer. Her love for the old Charles Lee Ray was for that Charles Lee Ray and not this Chucky. There was a difference between the two. How could she not see that in the beginning... one reason, she was too excited to have who she thought was her childhood hero. He turned out to be a nightmare and she wouldn't stand for it.
Wiping the remaining tears from her eyes Kimberly straightened herself up, went over to the counter, grabbed her cleaver and walked out into the living room to see if Chucky was hiding in there. Carefully she checked under all the furniture, behind every curtain and everywhere else a little 2 foot doll would fit and found nothing. Taking a deep breath Kimberly went to Jamie and Ken's room to check there and as she wrapped her fingers around the door handle she heard crying coming from the room. That wasn't good.
Gently Kimberly knocked on the door. "Jamie? Can I come in?" Kimberly asked sweetly.
There was no answer so Kimberly opened the door and looked around to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the bed empty. Slowly she made her way around the door and over to the bed where she figured Jamie would have been and then she realized something, the crying had stopped too. What the fuck was going on?
Not paying any attention to anything behind her Kimberly checked the bed out then looked up just to see Chucky slam the door shut and lock it. To her unfortunate luck the door could be locked inside with a key and couldn't be gotten into from the outside if locked with that key. More to her rotten luck Chucky had the key and stuck it under the door where he would be able to reach it but she wouldn't.
"You were always so dense, Kimy," Chucky said with an evil grin on his plastic face.
"It was all a trick wasn't it?"
Chucky raised an eyebrow.
"You only treated me like you did so you could corner me and kill me," Kimberly said hiding the cleaver behind her back.
"Not in the beginning. I wanted you to become a part with me, but no you proved to be the useless little brat you were when I first met you," Chucky growled. "Anyone who refuses to take my offers can fucking go to hell for all I care, even if I have to send them to hell. You refused me, Kim, and now it's time to see what hell is really like. You'd fit in quite well there." He pulled out a hand gun he had gotten earlier the previous night and aimed it right between Kimberly's eyes.
Kimberly yelped and dropped her cleaver. A gun was no match for a knife!
"Chucky! What are you doing? You wouldn't kill me, I thought we had something!"
Chucky snickered. "We did, babe, and you got it. For your change I offered you love, but you refused it so now you die," he said cocking the gun.
Kimberly sank to her knees and Chucky followed her with the gun still aimed right between her eyes. Kimberly hit the floor and once again started crying. "I was right, there is a difference between Charles Lee Ray and Chucky," she said shakily.
Chucky shook his head. "No, Kim. There isn't a difference between Charles Lee Ray and Chucky, they are the same person. It's you that makes them two separate people, right in that fucking head if yours. You just couldn't see Chucky back when your mother was alive because you didn't want to, but you know what? Your mother could, which was why it had to end like it did."
Kimberly's breath caught in her throat and her head shot up to stare at Chucky. "What do yo-- you mean it had to end the way it did? What the fuck are you saying?" Kimberly yelled getting up and grabbing the cleaver.
Chucky let out his infamous laugh and peered up at Kim with his cold blue eyes. "You mean you don't know what really happened to your mother? What have those asshole cops been telling you all these years?"
"She died in a car accident!" Kimberly burst.
Once again Chucky laughed. "That's what they wanted you to think," he said raising his voice. "She didn't die by no fucking car accident, I killed the bitch!"
Kimberly started to breath hard and fast. She had been lied to all her life; by the police, Jamie, other family members and Chucky. That was too much to take; her mother's life had been taken by the one she had loved because he had been so sweet and the sister who had never lied to her before lied to her about the taking of her mother's life and the police thought she wasn't stable enough to face the truth of her mother's death. They want the truth, the truth was she wasn't stable enough! Which was why it all had to end!
"You stupid mother fucking bastard! How could you do that, my mother was my life!" Kimberly screamed at Chucky.
"She had it coming to her, she pushed her fucking limits too fucking far! She had to be gotten rid of and so I did get rid of her."
Gun or not, Kimberly was going to shred Chucky for taking the one person that meant life to her.
With a quick swing Kimberly launched the cleaver at Chucky and it hit him on his gun hand and knocked the gun right onto the floor. Chucky let out a scream of pain and tried to grab the gun with his good hand but Kimberly came up and kicked him hard in the face sending him flying back against the door with a loud crack. Without wasting a second Kimberly picked up the gun and aimed it where Chucky had been.
"Damn it!"
Kimberly spun around but didn't see Chucky raise his arm with the cleaver in hand and bring it down across her calf.
The pain was more than excruciating and with a loud scream Kimberly fell with her back against the door and Chucky made a quick movement as to swing again and knock the gun out of Kimberly's hand.
"You thought you were smart you little fucker!" Chucky snarled at Kimberly. "Bitches like you never make it in life and I am going to make sure of that!" He pointed the gun again but Kimberly dodged out of the way before he could shoot and ran to the window where she pulled it open and leapt onto the roof. Chucky took a shot at her but missed so he reached under the door, grabbed the key, unlocked the door and ran as fast as he could to the front door. Just as he made it to the door Kimberly burst in and Chucky shot at her again this time catching her in the shoulder.
From the hallway they heard hurried footsteps and they both looked back to see Jamie and Ken come running out then stop dead in their tracks as they caught sight of Chucky standing with his gun still aimed at Kimberly.
"Kimberly!"
"Why look who came to the rescue," Chucky said with a grin as he narrowed his eyes at Jamie.
"Wha..." Jamie recognized that voice; it was too recognizable.
"Charles! How...why?" Jamie wanted to say more but Chucky shot his gun off to shut her up.
"Don't even, I am in no fucking mood for explanations," Chucky snarled. "I'm only here to finish what has started and tend to some important business."
Jamie looked at Kimberly who was laying on the floor with a hand over her shoulder wound and mouthed out the words, "I'm sorry". Kimberly hadn't the strength nor the forgiveness to accept her apology but just lay on the floor hating everything; the world, the life that inhabited the world but most of all her life over it all.
Chucky saw Jamie's apology and started to laugh. "You are sorry? Ms. I-can-boss-you-around-because-I'm-better-than-you-are? Too bad your sister didn't care enough for you to prevent this," Chucky said as turned his aim to Jamie and shot her in the chest.
Ken grabbed Jamie before she could fall to the ground and gently lowered her to the floor and held her tightly in his arms. He then looked over at Kimberly.
"What is going on?" He asked with tears filling his eyes.
Chucky laughed at him. "The sadness of losing something dear to you, how fucking pitiful," he said keeping an eye on Kimberly as she rolled over onto her stomach and pulled herself up onto her feet. With his gaze following her, Chucky watched as she caught her breath then took an unseen swing with her leg and kicked him in the side. Since her kick wasn't to it's best it only knocked him flat into the coffee table but it did cause the table to shatter as he hit it. This time though Chucky kept a good hold of the gun and this time shot at Ken, the guy Kimberly had a caring love for, in the collar bone.
As the bullet collided with him skin, bone, and everything else surrounding the collar bone exploded in a bloody mist and Ken fell back and died before he hit the floor. Jamie who surprisingly was still alive got up and pulled herself behind a wall when Chucky tried shooting at her again.
He's going to run out of bullets sooner or later, Jamie thought as she peeked around the wall. She was relieved to see that Kimberly had made it back out the front door but Chucky who she knew hadn't followed her was nowhere in sight. With every breath sending pain everywhere throughout her body Jamie eyed her surroundings and was too late to react as Chucky came up behind her and fired.
