A/N: Time for another chapter! I'm bringing in a few more legacy characters in this chapter, including a few that reveal some secrets! Enjoy!
Music: "Trigger" by Mississippi Twilight
Cleveland, Ohio
Andy and Kyle stepped out of a cream colored car, walking up to a white house while checking their guns. Seconds later, they arrived on the doorstep, ringing the bell, and was great by a tall, African American man.
"Hi. We're here with the US census." Kyle smiled. "It's important that everyone is represented. Could we borrow a moment of your time?"
The man slowly nodded, murmuring a "sure", and Barclay and Simpson were let in, where they made their way to the living room. The man gathered his wife and daughter onto the couch, and Andy and Kyle sat down, pulling out clipboards.
"So, we'll just ask you a few questions, and then we'll be out of your hair." Kyle promised. "So, how many of you are living here?"
"Well, just us." the man told everyone.
"I just turned seven!" the daughter exclaimed. "I'm a grownup!"
"Has there been any property damage?" Andy suddenly asked. "Like, fires, freak accidents?"
"No." the wife frowned.
"What about any new dolls?"
"Man, what kind of census is this?"
"Oh, we're trying something new." Kyle smiled, while shooting Andy a worrried look. "It's to get the kids more involved. The kids are our future, you know."
"Oh. Got it." the husband grinned. "Becky, go get some of your friends."
The girl, Becky, squealed in delight, as she went into another room and wheeled in a small stroller.
"See, I got Bugsy, Mickey, Danny, and there's Homelander and Maeve!" Becky grinned, showing a stuffed rabbit, a mouse, a tiger, and then two small dolls that looked almost exactly like the supes they were named after.
"Oh, and I almost forgot Charlie!" Becky exclaimed, running back into the other room. Andy followed her, watching as she came back with a ginger haired Good Guy doll, but with the fingers melted. How did that happen?
"Hi, I'm Charlie! Wanna play?" the doll asked, as Becky hugged it. Andy glared at the doll, just as it blinked its eyes, and pulled out a knife from his overalls.
"You made me do this!"
Andy's breath quickened, and he quickly stood up, pulling out his gun.
"Do what-"
Barclay shot the doll in the head causing it to fall to the floor. Becky screamed, running back to her mom and dad, while Kyle joined Andy, pulled out her own gun.
"Fuck you, Andy!"
Barclay and Simpson unloaded their pistols into the doll, creating a bloody mess on the floor. By the time their ammo was dry, Chucky was no more than a piece of ravaged meat, with dozens of holes in him. The only part of him that even looked human was the head, despite having a hole where Andy shot it.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Kyle said coldly, while Barclay picked up the destroyed doll. With a simple nod to the family, he and Kyle left the house, where they placed the doll in the trunk, before driving away.
"I feel bad for the family." Kyle murmured, as she began cleaning the blood off her face. "Especially the girl, she'll be traumatized."
"We were all traumatized." Andy murmured, staring out the window. "You. Me. Tyler, De Silva. Alice. We all got through it."
Barclay looked up at the top of the car, seeing a picture of Kyle with a balding middle aged man. Her husband, most likely.
"Or at least you did."
"Did you though?" Kyle asked. "I know you're still having nightmares, Andy. Alice is too."
Barclay hung his head low, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah…" he murmured, before switching subjects. "Thanks for taking care of the head, by the way."
"Alice took care of it. But you never told me you kept him for four years." Kyle scolded. "Why'd you do it?"
Andy sighed, looking through the windshield and seeing his reflection.
"Payback." Barclay shrugged. "And something I picked up in Fallujah is that if you torture your enemy long enough, they'll give you information."
"Fallujah…" Kyle mumbled, while Andy stared out the window. As he gazed into the glass, the scenery flashed from an open road to the darkened chamber, even if it was only for a moment. But it still felt so… real. The leaking pipes above him. The stench of rotting flesh, his own flesh, as it was shocked with jumper cables. The raw slaps and punches the insurgent interrogator delivered, in an attempt to break him.
"Okay, so what did you learn?" Kyle finally asked.
"That he screams the loudest to fire. Those screams are my favorite, because they're louder than my own." Andy grinned, before realizing he should change the topic. "And that's how I figured out he split his soul."
"Okay, so there's one left, right?"
"One doll, sure."
Kyle's eyes widened, as she looked over at him.
"What aren't you telling me?"
Andy sighed, placing his head in his hands.
"The last piece of his soul isn't in a doll. It's in the body of Nica Pierce."
"Alice's aunt." Kyle realized. "You didn't tell her."
The silence was deafening, and Simpson stopped the car, looking at Andy.
"Andy, she has a right to know."
Barclay glumly nodded, but continued staring out the window. Kyle was right of course, but he just didn't know how to tell the girl. It didn't take much longer for Andy's eyes to feel heavy, and he soon fell into a short sleep…
Kent Academy
1999
"Well I don't know, but I think I can (Well I don't know, but I think I can)
Take the S from Superman! (Take the S from Superman!)
Well early this morning, late last night (Well early this morning, late last night)
Me and Superman had a fight! (Me and Superman had a fight!)
I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite (I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite)
He was so weak I had to hit him twice! (He was so weak I had to hit him twice!)
Andy looked around, seeing that he was back at the Kent military academy, watching cadets training outside. Judging by their camo, the woodland green and black, this memory was back when he started his time at the school. But why was he here…
"Andy?"
Barclay turned around, seeing Alice staring at him with wide eyes.
"Alice?" Andy murmured. "You're here too? Again?"
Pierce widened her eyes, as she looked at her hands.
"How is this happening?" she whispered. "I just… I was thinking…"
Alice looked back at Andy, as the realization hit her.
"I was thinking of you when I fell- when I fell asleep."
Barclay knit his eyebrows in thought, as he walked over to the girl.
"It's okay. I think I've heard of this kind of thing before." Barclay told her. "You remember that guy who killed kids in their dreams? Krueger?"
"Yes… but what does that have to do with me?" Alice frowned.
"I did some digging, and I found one of the last survivors of that fucker." Andy explained. "Her name is Alice, funny enough, and she has the ability to pull people into her dreams."
"But… this is your dream." Pierce tilted her head.
"Krueger could enter people's dreams. It's relative." Andy shrugged, while looking across the field to see his younger self among the platoon.
"When is this?" Alice asked.
"98. 99. I think it was after I killed Chucky… for the third fucking time." Barclay groaned, as he pointed to his teenage doppelganger. "I'm there in the front, and right next to me is De Silva."
"Didn't she die in…"
Alice stopped, seeing Andy hang his head.
"Oh. Sorry."
"It's fine." Barclay shrugged, even though Pierce could see him quickly wipe away a tear.
"Did Uncle Ronnie turn out alright?" Alice asked. "Or did he turn out… like us?"
"He seemed alright for the first couple years. He was only a few years older than me when Chucky invaded his life." Andy folded his arms, looking out in the distance to see a small, African American boy walking with a platoon of child cadets. "It wasn't until he became an instructor when I realized he had been training all his life for when that fucking doll returned."
Alice looked at her shoes, as the younger Andy, De Silva, and the platoon went down range.
"Barclay, you keep that weapon at your fucking side!" A blonde man scowled.
"Who's that prick?" Alice wrinkled her nose.
"Matthew Ellis." Andy muttered. "He was the friend of that asshole Shelton. After he died, Ellis got even meaner."
Alice scoffed, having heard about Andy's first lieutenant at Kent. Brett Shelton was the kind of asshole who abused every bit of power he had, and he knew it. It didn't help that when Andy arrived at the academy, Chucky soon followed, ensuring that he had to deal with two dickheads at once.
The memories of Andy and De Silva eventually stopped with the platoon and laid in the grass, pointing the rifles at several targets set up from yards away. A few seconds later, Alice heard the deafening roar of the weapons firing, followed by a large trail of smoke.
"Well, Barclay, I guess we finally found something you're good at!" Ellis exclaimed, peering down at the cadet firing his rifle.
"Have you seen Uncle Ronnie?" Alice suddenly asked.
"Not since I had you meet him a few months ago." Andy revealed. "But I'm passing through Ohio…"
"Tell him I said hi, okay?" Pierce smiled. Barclay felt his own mouth pull up into a smile, and he nodded.
"Of course Alice."
The girl beamed at her father figure, before feeling her vision begin to fade. Most likely, she was about to wake up.
"Andy, I have to go. I'll see you soon…"
Alice's eyes fluttered open, looking up to see bright white lights above her, which were attached to a ceiling that was painted dark gray. Ugly color, but she couldn't complain, considering that she wasn't in the woods anymore.
The woods… Alice groaned, sitting up in what she quickly found out was a bed with a red comforter over her, and slowly lifted her shirt, expecting to see a horrific knife wound just to the left of her sternum. Instead, what she found was a bandage over the area, which seemed to have been treated rather efficiently.
"You're awake. How about that."
Pierce looked towards the doorway, seeing that the voice came from a woman with vibrant reddish orange hair and round glasses sitting on her face. To everyone in Hackensack, she was Miss Fairchild, the biology teacher. But to the injured girl in bed…
The woman looked at her in concern, but Alice silently replied with a glare, inching her hand under the comforter to the concealed strap on her leg.
"Don't bother." the woman murmured, holding out her hand and revealing Alice's gun, which she immediately unloaded the magazine before racking the slide to discharge the bullet in the chamber.
"Besides, I'm not going to hurt you."
Alice tilted her head in confusion, as she slowly pulled herself off the bed, never taking her eyes off the older woman.
"Then what do you want, Glenda?"
The woman, Glenda, let out an amused smile, as she walked over to a bookshelf on the other side of the room and placed the empty gun on top.
"I shouldn't be surprised you know who I am. Barclay must have told you."
"You got that right." Pierce muttered, wincing in pain as she walked towards the ginger. "But you haven't answered my question: why am I here?"
"That's not the same question you asked." Glenda chided, her smirk turning playful despite her apparent age.
"Just fucking answer me!" Alice snarled, curling her hand into a fist. Glenda cocked an eyebrow, as she raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, alright." the older woman shrugged. "The answer to both your questions is the same: I want to help you."
Alice snorted with laughter, shaking her head.
"Help me? I thought you'd want to kill me, considering your dad's already tried."
Glenda's smile faltered, as she looked down at the ground.
"I'd think the bandage on your side would be proof enough." she sighed. Alice looked at her curiously, before stepping forward.
"Why then?" Pierce asked. "Why are you helping me?"
Glenda mumbled something inaudible, pinching the bridge of her nose. If Alice squinted, she could just barely see a tear force it's way out.
"Because… my dad killed my brother."
Music: Seed Of Chucky Main Theme
Beverly Hills
2004
Glenda watched her mother and the maid, Fulvia, speak about the trouble she got in at school earlier that day. Honestly, she wasn't sure what the big deal was. All she did was show pictures of someone's broken nose- the nose she broke herself. Luckily, it seemed like her mother didn't care, as she appeared dismissive of the maid. It wasn't until Fulvia announced she was leaving, when things got interesting.
"Alright, Fulvia. If that's what you want. We'll miss you." Jennifer Tilly said sweetly.
The maid turned around and widened her eyes, seeing Glenda staring right at her through the window. The little girl's eyes narrowed, as her mother suddenly bolted up from the couch and bashed a blonde haired doll against the back of Fulvia's head. The maid screamed, falling to the floor, but the mother wasn't done, and she continued slamming the doll's body against the other woman's head until it cracked from blunt force trauma.
Jennifer looked back up with a bloody face, laughing as her eyes suddenly began to glow a vibrant green. Once she noticed Glenda was watching from the window, she held a finger to her lips, and her daughter did the same.
It was just a slip, and it would be their secret.
Glenda's face broke into a toothy grin, as she skipped around the house, watching all the kids play. Today was their birthday party; her's and Glen's, but she wasn't interested in playing with the other kids. Besides, she liked playing a little rough, and her mom already made her promise to behave today. The girl shrugged, just as Jennifer came outside with the same doll she killed Fulvia with. She didn't have any blood on her either, Glenda noticed, as she continued walking around.
"Oh, Glen! Glen sweetheart! Here's another one!"
Glenda watched across the yard, as her brother was given a rectangular package with red paper all over it.
"Who's it from, Mommy?"
"Hmm, doesn't say." Tilly frowned. Glenda let out a grin; of course it wouldn't, because she sent it. One night, while Glen was sleeping, she found a picture that he kept with him at all times. It showed two red haired dolls, sitting next to a man that had half his face melted off. After asking questions, both Glen and Jennifer explained that the doll in the purple shirt was both of them, and the one with the scarred face was their father- their real father, Chucky. Glenda learned a lot that day, about who they were, who their parents were, but most of all, she found out the best joke she'd pull on her pussy of a brother.
So it was no surprise when Glen opened the present to see a severed arm inside, and instantly peed his pants. He looked around fearfully, his eye nervously twitching, and when he looked back, the arm suddenly shot up and grabbed him by the throat. Glen screamed in horror, while Glenda howled with laughter, but the arm continued choking him. It wasn't until she could properly hear her brother's cries that she suddenly realized something was wrong.
"G-Glen?"
The son continued choking, and Glenda could see his face beginning to turn red. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, realizing that the arm had no intention of letting go, and rushed over to help her brother.
"Glen, Glen, I'm sorry-" Glenda kept mumbling, as she tried to pull the arm off. All that did was cause the hand wrapped around his throat to squeeze tighter, until it yanked back, tearing out a large chunk of his flesh.
"No!" Glenda cried out, as Glen collapsed to the ground, gurgling on his blood. The arm was still moving, but Glenda saw a shadow above her. She looked up to see her mother holding the knife she used to cut their cake, and she grabbed the arm, swinging the blade down and cutting through the fingers, then the wrist, then the forearm. The offending appendage finally ceased all movement, and Jennifer sighed in relief… until she saw that her son wasn't moving either.
"Glenda… what have you done?"
The daughter felt tears begin to run down her face, as she stared at her brother.
"It… it was just supposed to be a joke…"
"He just wanted us to be a family." Glenda croaked out. "I always called him a pussy, for not liking violence, but… I didn't mean for him to die. I would've given anything just to see him again."
Alice's eyes widened in shock upon hearing Glenda's story, feeling sympathy for the woman. The daughter of Chucky… yet the doll murdered her brother, when they were children no less, and in doing so, pushed them apart.
"I thought that Mom would finally realize that Dad only cares about himself when he killed Glen, but then I found out that she helped him with getting to your family." Glenda shut her eyes, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Turns out they're made for each other."
"You… you knew?" Alice whispered. Glenda looked back at the girl, silently nodding.
"That's when I ran away from m- Tiffany and Chucky." the woman revealed. "I wanted to go on the straight and narrow, so I faked a degree to become a teacher here, in case they ever came back. It wasn't a couple years later that I realized that my body was aging faster than normal."
Alice furrowed her brow, thinking about her own body. How biologically, she appeared to be around the same age as Jake, Devon, and Lexi, despite actually being two years younger. The same thing was happening to Glenda?
"I know what he did to you." the daughter of Chucky said in a low voice. "I know that you're younger than you look."
Alice felt her mouth go dry, as she looked up.
"What happened to us?"
"Voodoo." Glenda said plainly. "You know how Chucky's body rapidly becomes human if he doesn't perform a ritual?"
"Yes…"
"When he transferred his soul into your body, it began to accelerate your aging." Glenda explained. "Me, I was born from a voodoo pregnancy. Nine months got shortened to just two days."
"And as you got older, your body continued to accelerate its aging." Alice realized. Glenda sadly nodded, looking at her hands.
"I don't know how much more time I have." she murmured. "It's hard to tell, but I think my body is at least twice my actual age. But before I die, I want to do one good thing."
Pierce numbly nodded, as she reached a hand towards her.
"Thank you." Alice murmured. "We're going to kill that son of a bitch. For good."
Glenda flashed a genuine smile, as she grasped the girl's hand.
"For your family- and Nica."
Alice showed a smile of her own in appreciation, as their handshake became more firm.
"For Glen."
Glenda nodded, removing her hand, just as they both heard the sound of glass crashing.
"Expecting friends?" Alice asked dryly.
"It's Hackensack." Glenda groaned. "Chucky is not the only reason why the crime rate has gone up."
Alice scoffed, walking over to the bookshelf and taking her gun.
"Wait here." she muttered, slamming the magazine back into the weapon. Without waiting to see her reaction, Pierce slipped out of the bedroom and began to walk down the hall, coming to a flight of stairs that she peered down from. From where she stood, there were four- no, five- burglars, all wearing black ski masks.
Only five? Alice smirked to herself. Simply child's play.
The girl jumped over the railing, drop kicking into the first thug, and shot the one right next to him in the head, before returning to the first on the ground and shooting him as well. The other three criminals got over their initial shock and began firing, but Alice rolled and ducked behind a corner, then proceeded to fire again in rapid succession, dropping two more. For a moment, Pierce heard nothing, and she looked around the corner, just in time to see the fifth thug get his throat slit. The crook gasped in pain, falling over, and in his place was Glenda, holding onto a bloody knife.
"Well I'll be fucked." Alice muttered, standing up and closing the distance. Glenda smiled sheepishly, eyeing the blade.
"I guess the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree."
Glenda drove Alice to school that day, stopping at the front, where Jake, Lexi, and Devon were waiting. Unfortunately, so was Devon's mom, as well as a couple police officers.
"Rachel Fairchild, you're under arrest for the murders of Megan Mcvey, Oliver Hayden, and Detective Sean Peyton." Kim announced, as two officers placed Glenda in handcuffs.
"What?" Devon said aloud. "Mom, it wasn't her!"
"How do you know?" Evans asked.
"We just do! She didn't do it!" Lexi chimed in.
"I'm sorry, but that's not good enough." Detective Evans told them, as she led Fairchild away. The teens all looked amongst themselves, unsure of where to go from there.
"She didn't do it." Alice told them. "She was with me last night."
"And where were you?" Lexi asked.
"Bleeding out in the woods." Pierce grumbled. "That doll we smashed? The Burnt one? He got put back together, and then Chucky split his soul."
"He can do that?" Jake widened his eyes. "Okay, so where is he now?"
"Don't know." Lexi announced. "But Tommy's missing."
"See, I told you he'd come back." Alice folded her arms.
"So what do we do?" Wheeler asked aloud. "Someone's got to have an idea, right?"
Alice's throat tightened, realizing she had one more card to play.
"I got one." Devon suddenly announced. "Andy Barclay."
"Who?" Lexi asked.
"Andy Barclay. He was the first one who encountered Chucky, back in the eighties." Alice explained. "The day after Charles Lee Ray was gunned down, Andy received the Chucky doll as a birthday present from his mom."
"How do you know all this?" Jake asked. Alice sighed, slightly shaking her head. Time for the cat to come out of the bag.
"Because Andy's… he's basically my uncle." she revealed. "He's the one who helped me get Chucky's soul out of my body. He's the reason I'm here, in Hackensack."
"And that's how you know so much about Chucky in the first place." Jake realized. "Can we call him?"
"Yeah, he just escaped Harrogate." Alice shrugged, seeing everyone widen their eyes. "He was wrongfully committed."
"Okay, so after school, my house." Lexi decided, seeing everyone nod.
"Right." Alice nodded. Everyone else nodded in agreement, and with little choice, they made their way into the school building for the time being.
At the Hackensack Hotel, Chucky lounged on a sofa, while Tiffany tried stuffing an entire dead body into a suitcase. Unfortunately, the suitcase wouldn't shut, as evidenced by the hand that was sticking out.
"It won't close!" Tiffany raged. "Why won't it close?"
"Because you never could pack light." Chucky grinned, getting up and walking over, while placing a foot on top of the suitcase.
"It's like rolling your shirts instead of folding them, Tiff. Little pieces."
"I'll pack however I want to!" Tiffany yelled, suddenly picking up a cleaver and cutting the hand clean off. "If you don't like it, you can pack it yourself!"
Blood sprayed across Chucky's face, and he blinked a few times, feeling light headed. Luckily, Tiffany was already walking away.
"Oh, fuck…"
The moment Tiffany shut the door and left the room, Chucky collapsed on the floor, shutting his eyes. A few seconds later, Nica snapped awake, looking around in horror.
"No…"
Chucky and Tiffany found themselves playing poker, with the brunette dealing.
"Guess today's my lucky day, Tiff!" Chucky cackled, taking in the chips.
"Didn't think you were dumb enough to go for a straight in, Chucky." Tiffany taunted, getting up.
"You know, this hotel room reminds me a bit of Niagra. You remember it, right?"
"Oh, of course I do, Tiff." Chucky grinned, licking his lips.
"Humor me. What was your favorite part?"
Chucky's smile faltered, but she quickly leaned in.
"You know, my favorite part was just being with you."
"Aw… how sweet… Nica."
Chucky's eyes widened, as she tilted her head.
"Nica? What are you talking about Tiff?"
"You don't have to play anymore Nica, I know it's you." Tiffany laughed. "I stabbed you in the thigh ten minutes ago, and you didn't feel a thing!"
Pierce widened her eyes, looking under the table to see that indeed, there was a knife sticking out, with blood pouring from the wound.
"Oh god… What are you going to do?" Nica asked.
"Well, that's the question." Valentine shrugged. "See, I've spent time with both you and Chucky, and I gotta say, I like you more."
"You… you do?" Nica widened her eyes.
"Sure! I even bought us a house, right here in Hackensack!" Tiffany grinned. "There's only one problem: keeping you in the driver's seat, and that rat Chucky in the back!"
Nica nervously laughed, as Tiffany began walking behind her. Realizing something was going to happen, Pierce used all her upper body strength to partially turn around, just in time to catch Valentine's arm, which was holding onto a frying pan.
"Ow!" Tiffany yelled, as they both heard bones cracking. "Nica, you're hurting me!"
Realizing what was happening, Nica let go, holding up her hands. Sure, Tiffany was psychotic, but she didn't want to hurt anyone.
"I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
Tiffany lashed out, slapping Nica in the face with the frying pan and knocking her out.
"Sorry Nica." Tiffany murmured, resting the pan back on the counter.
Jake, Devon, and Alice sat in Lexis' dining room, with Pierce calling Andy's number.
"Ready?" Alice looked to the two boys and seeing them nod, just as Andy picked up.
"Alice, I'm glad you're calling. I was beginning to worry when Kyle said she hadn't heard from you last night."
Pierce took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was going to say, and put the phone on speaker.
"Andy, I… I fucked up." she murmured. "Five people are dead. I should've told you and Kyle."
"Five?" Kyle's voice suddenly boomed from the phone. "Why didn't you, Alice?"
"Because I thought I could handle it." Alice revealed. "I… I wanted to prove myself to you guys, that I could take care of myself."
Pierce shut her eyes, ready for the coal raking she deserved, but all she heard was Andy's voice take on a calmer tone.
"Alice, you never needed to prove yourself to us. To me. You're one of the strongest out of all of us." Andy told her. "You've had to fight Chucky for control of your own body, and that's more than I've done. I might've been the one to get him out, but it was you who took your life back."
Alice sniffed, smiling at the phone.
"Thanks, Uncle Andy."
"Alice, where are you guys?" Kyle suddenly asked. "Are you still in Hackensack?"
"Uh, yeah." Jake piped up. "We don't know exactly where to find him."
"Oh don't worry, he'll find you." Andy told them. "He'll go to a place familiar to you guys, and hit you when you're most vulnerable. And if he can't get to you directly, then he'll go through your family to do it."
"We'll meet you at Alice's house." Kyle's voice suddenly chimed in. "Once we get to Hackensack, we'll call."
"Andy's right." Alice agreed, seemingly ignoring Kyle. "That's what he did to my family. It's how he got to my aunt Nica…"
"Speaking of, Jake, have you seen Chucky with a woman? Or two women?" Andy asked.
"What? No?" Wheeler frowned.
"Wait…" Alice suddenly grabbed the phone and took it off speaker mode. "Two women? What do you mean, Andy?"
"I… Alice…"
"No, I heard you say two women." Alice lowered her voice. "I know at least one of them is Tiffany Valentine, but who's the other?"
Barclay didn't answer, so Alice raised her voice.
"What aren't you telling me, Andy?!"
Alice heard Andy sigh on the other end, before he finally spoke.
"I went to Harrogate to save your aunt, Alice, but I was too late." Andy revealed. "Chucky… he's possessing her body."
Alice nearly dropped the phone, and she stumbled back.
"No. You can't be serious-"
"I'm sorry, Alice." Andy said regretfully. "And… there's something else you should know about your aunt. It's about something I found at Harrogate."
"Thanks Gladys!" Tiffany smiled, looking at the rundown overgrown flat. This house had some sentimental value to it, being Charles Lee Ray's childhood home. Even better, there was a large US-X package waiting at the front door, meaning that the plan was beginning to work. Perfect.
Valentine's grin widened, as she strided over to her car, checked to make sure no one was looking, and opened the trunk, revealing Nica bound and gagged with duct tape, glaring up at her.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetface. We'll figure out how to get Chucky out of you real soon-"
Nica suddenly brought her arms out, easily snapping the restraints, and ripped the duct tape off her face, grinning sinisterly.
"Bet you didn't count on this, Tiff!" Chucky cackled, grabbing Valentine by the throat and climbing out of the trunk.
"What? How?" Tiffany gasped, through abused vocal cords.
"Don't know, don't care." Chucky shrugged. "But I got super strength, bitch!"
"You can't kill me Chucky!" Tiffany gasped. "You need me for the plan to work!"
Chucky narrowed her eyes, tightening her hold, before pushing Valentine away.
"Fuck you, you're right!" she growled. "But you better listen up Tiff: you try pulling that shit again, and I'll carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey!"
At the Hackensack police department, Miss Fairchild waited in the interrogation room, until Detective Evans walked in, holding a file.
"I want my lawyer." Fairchild quickly said.
"I don't need you to talk, just listen." Evans told her. "We found your prints everywhere in the office, and you were the last one to see McVey."
"Of course they'd be there, I work at the school." Fairchild scoffed.
"I haven't even gotten started on Oliver Hayden. He was a student, wasn't he?" Kim asked.
"If you think I killed one of my students-"
"And then there's your juvenile record." Kim interrupted. "Maybe McVey found out, and you wanted to keep her quiet?"
Fairchild sighed, looking down.
"That was decades ago-"
"No, it was just five years ago." Kim revealed, making Fairchild look up with wide eyes. "I figured out who you really are."
Rachel gulped, taking off her glasses.
"I'm not with him, you know."
"I don't know." Evans huffed, pacing around the room. "But the fact that you were driving Alice to school seems to help your alibi that you didn't kill McVey."
Glenda slowly smiled, but Kim wasn't done.
"But if you're not here to help your father, then you need to answer me on this…" Evans dropped her voice, so only they could hear each other.
"How do we stop him?"
Glenda shut her eyes, shaking her head, before looking up.
"I don't think we can."
"I told them about the cancer. About my chances." Bree Wheeler told her therapist, as she looked out the window. "I was honest, but… I still left one piece of information out of my life."
"What do you mean?" the therapist, a woman with long white hair asked. Bree sighed, turning towards her doctor.
"Do you remember when I told you about my father? And sister?"
"Yes. You said that your father called himself Ra's Al Ghul." the therapist remembered. "If I recall correctly, he was the one responsible for those terrorist attacks in Star City two years ago."
"Yes. But he also had this… this type of miracle cure, called the Lazarus Pit." Bree explained. "Before I met Logan, my twin sister Talia and I wanted to get away from our father, so she faked my death. Before I fully died, she used the pit to completely revive me, but it left a strain on me."
"The cancer." the therapist realized.
"Yes. The cancer." Bree nodded. "But even worse, the pit brings you back, but… damaged. You act more on your emotions, become more rageful. And I'm worried that… that some of that passed on to Junior while I gave birth to him."
Bree covered her mouth, trying to stop a sob, while the therapist looked away. Unbeknownst to either of them, a certain ginger haired doll was watching them, listening to every word.
Junior patiently sat in his mother's car, listening to music, when he noticed some people outside, looking up. He took off his headphones, just as a cart full of papers crashed into the car next to him, before another crash shattered the windshield, and he looked forward to see Bree's face staring at him, bloodied and horrified.
"Mom? MOM!"
Music: "The Woods" by The White Buffalo
Andy and Kyle pulled up to a gate with the letters Grant Military Academy at the top, with Barclay getting out.
"Thanks, Kyle." Andy smiled. "Wait in the car. I won't be gone long."
Simpson smiled and nodded, parking the car outside, while the gates opened up, and Andy stepped through, where a man around his age with a slightly longer beard greeted him.
"Barclay. It's been a while."
"Good to see you too, Henderson." Andy nodded. "I'm here to see Tyler."
"Is the Colonel expecting you?" Henderson asked.
"No, but I think he'll make an exception for an old friend."
Henderson chuckled, as he led Barclay towards the academy's main building, entering the main doors and going down a hallway, before opening a door to the left. Andy wore a warm grin, as he saw an African American man with a buzzcut, pencil mustache, and goatee staring back at him, wearing a military dress uniform adorned with medals.
"How about that, Tyler. Not even thirty, and you're already a Colonel."
"I got you and Kristen to thank me for it, Barclay." Tyler smiled. "Everything you two taught me, I've kept all my life."
The two men walked towards each other and embraced in a short hug, before pulling back.
"It's only been a couple months, right? How have you been?"
"Been the same, since we last saw each other. Same old shit." Tyler smirked. "How's Alice?"
"She's… doing fine. She says hi, by the way." Andy told him, as he eyed a picture on his desk. One that included the both of them, as well as another cadet with blonde hair, and one more who was completely bald.
That was their graduating class in 1998. Or at least, most of what was left of them, after Chucky attacked Kent.
Tyler noticed Andy staring at the photo, and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry about what happened to Kristen. And Ellis, for that matter."
Barclay sorrowfully nodded his head, while pointing to the bald man in the picture.
"You still speak with Rawlins?"
"Yeah, he's working with the CIA now." Tyler revealed. "After what happened with Chucky, he decided he should form a squad of elite soldiers to take care of anything supernatural. He's calling in Operation Cerberus."
"Based on the three headed dog that guards the underworld. Nice touch." Andy snorted. Tyler laughed as well, but suddenly sat down.
"Why are you here, Andy?"
Barclay paused to sit down as well, as he cleared his throat.
"I'm here for guidance. About Alice."
Tyler raised an eyebrow, allowing him to continue.
"I just found out that she found Chucky in Hackensack, and he has been killing for weeks now. She said she didn't want to tell me, because she wanted to stop him herself with this other kid named Wheeler, so that I'd be proud of her."
"But aren't you already proud of her?" Tyler asked.
"Exactly. I don't know why she thought she needed to keep this from me."
"Andy, you and I both know that children want to do things themselves. They're prideful like that." Tyler reasoned. "Did I ever tell you what my full name is?"
"No?" Andy frowned.
"Tyler's just my middle name, Andy. My full name is Ronald Tyler Fury." the Colonel revealed. "Nick Fury's my father."
Barclay stared at him, dumbfounded, but shook his head.
"This isn't the same, Tyler. People died." Andy reminded him. "And… I don't know if I should let her keep fighting once I get there."
"What do you mean?" Tyler furrowed his brow. Andy sighed, leaning forward.
"Kyle and I are gonna be in Jersey in a few days, and I have a sinking feeling that Chucky's planning something big." Barclay revealed. "If that happens, I want to keep Alice safe. Please, don't tell me I should send her out to die."
"Barclay… maybe it's time to let go of that fear." Tyler said slowly. "I know for a fact that you trained her well."
Andy shook his head, staring at his shoes.
"If I keep her away, she might never forgive me. But if I let her stand with me, she might never see her aunt again. Either way, I could lose her forever. I just… I don't know how to let go."
Andy stood up on shaking knees, as he wiped a hand across his face.
"I'm no teacher, Tyler. I'm just a broken man who's haunted by his past fuck ups. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life once I finally destroy Chucky… and I'm afraid of dragging everyone else down with me. It's not what I am, Tyler, it's who I am, and it's not someone who should be a role model for Alice, or anyone. It's why the military sacked me after Afghanistan. The only reason I have a medical discharge and not in Leavenworth is because of you."
Andy let out a shaky breath, as he flashed back to his final tour in Afghanistan. How his company found him carving up a Taliban soldier with his knife, while simultaneously choking the life out of him. The commander wanted him court martialled and dishonorably discharged, but it was through divine intervention of Colonel Tyler that he received a medical based on his stacked records of PTSD.
Barclay shook his head, barely noticing that Tyler had stood up and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"So don't have her stand by you. You stand by her now." Tyler told him. "This Wheeler kid needs you, Andy. Her aunt needs you. Alice needs you, more than ever now. That's why I fought to keep you out of Leavenworth. And that's why you need to keep fighting."
Overcome with emotion, Andy wrapped one of his oldest friends in another hug, which was quickly reciprocated.
"Thank you, Ronald. Thank you for everything."
Later that night, Alice, Jake, Devon, and Lexi began stringing up wires around Junior's house, all attached to a small porcelain doll.
"You sure this'll work?"
"Yeah, I saw it in Cape Fear." Devon grinned. "It's our alarm."
"This house has an alarm." Lexi rolled her eyes. "And it's from this century!"
"I don't want my mom to come here!" Devon told her.
"Okay, best vantage point is upstairs." Jake announced.
"I'll go." Alice volunteered.
"I'll come with you." Lexi told her. "Better to stay in pairs, right?"
"Right." Pierce nodded, as she pulled out her ka-bar. Lexi responded by grabbing the fire poker in the living room, and the girls made their way up the stairs, into Jake's room.
"Thanks." Alice told Cross, as she went over to the window and looked out. "I didn't think you'd jump up and lend a hand."
"I want to be better." Lexi murmured, making Alice look at her. "You're right. I was a cunt. And I'm trying to make up for it."
Alice nodded, shutting the blinds.
"I appreciate that."
Lexi smiled, as they looked around.
"God, I wish we had someone like Homelander or Queen Maeve right now."
Alice snorted, making Lexi frown.
"What?"
"I think you pay too much attention to what the media tells you about them." Pierce shrugged. "If you actually look at how many people they don't save, you wouldn't be singing praises."
"But why don't people say anything?"
"Why do you think?" Alice asked bitterly. "First, they're stronger than the average person, and their company just pays people to shut up. Second, they're moneymakers. Toys, video games, movies… all that is possible because of their brand. Homelander. Maeve. The Deep. A-Train. They're so popular, so they keep raking in cash, and no one's the wiser."
"Wish the Avengers did that." Lexi murmured. "Or Flash. Or Supergirl…"
Before she could continue, the lights flickered off, making Cross grip the poker tighter. Alice moved farther away, just as the door slammed shut, revealing Chucky.
"I got you now, bitch!" the doll cackled, brandishing his knife. "But… I'll let you go, on one condition: you kill Jake!"
"You… you want me to kill Jake? Why?"
"Oh, don't act so high and mighty! I know you want to!" Chucky laughed. "You get off on hurting that faggot!"
Alice looked at the door, seeing it slowly open to reveal Jake standing their with a baseball bat.
"Okay, yeah. I've thought about it." Lexi nodded, as Alice began to flank the doll, and Jake stepped closer. "Wanna know how I'd do it?"
"Fuck yeah!" Chucky grinned.
"I'll beat him to death with this!" Lexi smiled, holding up the poker.
"Can I watch?" Chucky asked, before suddenly turning around, slashing at Alice's knee.
"Think you can sneak up on me, you little shit?" the doll roared, before looking at Jake. "Do it Lexi! Kill him!"
Chucky ran forward, slashing at Jake's ankle and ran out the door, only for Devon to tase him. Alice and Lexi helped Jake up, dragging him out of the room, where Devon was waiting for him.
"He just ran off!" Evans told him. "And he didn't even try to kill me!"
"Me neither." Jake frowned, with Alice nodding in agreement.
"Hello?"
Devon's blood ran cold, as he heard his mom's voice. A few seconds later, Kim walked up the stairs, shining a light.
"Mom?" Devon asked, just as Chucky jumped out from the shadows, latching onto the detective's neck.
"Hey Devon, watch this!" Chucky grinned, steering Kim towards the railing. Detective Evans screamed, trying to throw the doll off, but Chucky bucked forward, causing them both to fall over the railing. Once Kim hit the floor, her neck broke with a sickening snap, while Chucky got up, bolting out the door with a sinister cackle. The four teens quickly descended the stairs, all looking at the new corpse in mortification. While Jake and Lexi looked out the door for the doll, Alice did the only thing she could think of and rested a hand on Devon's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
A/N: So, I'm still bummed that Andy and Kyle were the only legacy characters that showed up in season one (I'm not counting Tiffany since she's been in every major Chucky installment since Bride), and then Glen and Glenda were added in in season 2. So, I'm throwing almost everyone in there right now, since I'm only adapting the first season.
Oh, I know I'm drastically changing Glenda's character in the show, but really, what was the point of Miss Fairchild? They wrote her out of the show after that fakeout of her possibly being a killer? Come on. So instead I'm having it that she is Glenda, and that because the voodoo pregnancy in Seed sped up nine months into two days, I'm gonna have it that her age is also rapidly accelerated. I'm not good on the math there, so I'll just approximate that she looks twice her actual age.
That also comes into play with Alice's character, since it might seem weird that a twelve year old is in the same class as fourteen year olds in this story. Because Chucky possessed her for a couple months, her age also acclerated to where she looks about two years older. That'll affect Nica too, but not nearly as much. Oh, and I'm making it canon in this story that after Chucky possesses someone, their hair turns a more reddish shade to come close to the ginger hair of the doll. I think it makes sense, since when Chucky was turning human in the first film, his hair became darker, and in Cult, Alice's hair in the dream was more red than blonde. And in the season 2 finale, Nica's hair also looked a little bit reddish.
That's it for now. See you in the next one!
