The rain continued to beat outside his trailer as Chucky began to set everything up. He made sure to light the candles and put the sand into the star position. Apparently, this is what you're supposed to do if you don't have the Heart of Damballa. According to this dumbass book "Voodoo For Dummies" anyway. He'd got it from John, before he'd been killed. Tiffany, had seen to that. He finally laid Tiffany into the star, before lifting a candle- and starting to chant the voodoo chant he knew practically by heart.
"Ade Due Damballa, give me the power, I beg of you!"
Already, lighting began to flash outside. Abnormal lighting, spiraling around the trailer.
"Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte!
Secoise entienne mais pois de morte!
Mortiesma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette!
Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!
Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!
Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!
AWAKE!"
Chucky looked down at the doll, waiting for something to happen. For the doll to get up and walk and talk. Nothing did. What the fuck?
"Awake!" He said again, thinking he'd done something wrong. Again, nothing happened. Not even a blink.
Getting frustrated, Chucky tapped the doll's chest, as if to literally wake it from a slumber.
" AWAKE AWAKE AWAKE DAMN IT!"
Nothing. Growling, Chucky threw the book over his shoulder, glaring and shaking with rage.
"What a crock."
He stood up, and with rage, kicked the sand, before walking to the kitchen... Not knowing the doll had blinked when his back was turned.
-Again, so sorry this chapter was so short! Bride of chucky has some short scenes! Leave a comment!