Chapter 2:
I Promise
The November winds blew colder then ever on the night of Chucky's death. As Sally exited the Toy Store she felt a gust of wind move over her body. She could barely hear the slamming of the door as the wind made the air around her move. She looked around and saw that she was standing in a dirty, trashed filled alley. She was still holding the Good Guy Doll in her left hand and dragging the box in her right.
Sally sat beside the door as she began to cry again. The tears froze to her cheeks as they came out of her eyes. She was a 5 year old girl who had just lost the one person she loved the most in the whole world and her last living relative. She felt all alone now. She had a reason, a very good reason, to cry.
Sally hugged the Good Guy to keep herself warm. She sat and cried and wished that she wasn't alone. She wished that her uncle was still here to take care of her and love her. One of her teardrops fell from her cheek and onto the Good Guy's shoulder. She remembered the last thing that she had told her uncle she would do. She had to get away from the toy store and the cop inside it. At least, she thought, if I can get away from the toy store, maybe I will find someone who can help me.
"I promised Uncle Charlie that I would get away and never ever let the cop find me," Sally said into the ear of the doll. Sally stood up and placed the Good Guy gently in his box. Then, she closed the lid. She looked in to the eyes of the doll. "And that is what I gotta do."
Suddenly, before Sally could pick up the doll's box, she heard a rustling noise. She did not know where it was coming from. She stared into the darkness of the dirty alley. Just ahead of her there was a smelly looking dumpster. She thought she could see something moving behind it.
"Hey, what you doing here!"
A very violent looking hobo jumped out from behind the dumpster and started to run towards Sally. She screamed and started to run towards the end of the ally, forgetting about the Good Guy she had been protecting. The hobo chased after her. She got closer and closer to the end. Sally ran out of the ally and didn't even notice she was about to run onto the road.
Detective Mike Norris was just leaving the Toy Store after finding The Lakeshore Strangler dead. He got in his car. Then he took out his Walkie-Talkie and called his partner, Jack Santos.
"Jack, come in Jack, can you hear me."
"This is Jack Santos."
"The ambulance just took Ray's body to Chicago General."
"Didn't you say that the scumbag was dead?"
"You know how they are; can't consider the man deceased until a doctor calls it. Hell, I shot him twice, and he got struck by lightning. How'd you do on your end," Mike asked.
"I lost Caputo. He got away from me. One minute he was speeding in front of me and the next minute he was gone. He must of swerved behind another car and gave me the slip or something," Jack Santos explained.
"It's alright. We'll just send Carson and the new rookie with a warrant back to his house. They'll find him."
"Sounds good, see you at the station, over and out."
Mike put his walkie talkie down on the seat beside him. Turned on his car and pulled on to the road. This was when Sally was startled by the hobo and started to run from him.
As Mike drove towards the ally, Sally ran out in front of him. Mike slammed on the breaks, stopping just in time. Sally stopped dead in her tracks. She was breathing heavy. She looked back into the ally; the hobo was not chasing her anymore. She looked up to see who had saved her from the scary hobo and realised why he was gone.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the car was the cop who had been chasing after her and Chucky. Sally froze. She stood in front of the car staring at the Detective. I can't get caught by him; Sal thought, I promised Uncle Charlie. No matter how much her mind told her legs to get out of there, they wouldn't move. She just kept staring at Detective Norris.
Mike Norris recognized the little girl with the long, curly, black hair and the freckles covering her face. It was the little girl that was being pulled around by Charles Lee Ray. Millions of questions raced through his mind. Why was she with a murderer? What had made her run out on the road and in front of a car? Who was she? The detective opened his car door, the car still running, and went to get the little girl from in front of his car.
Sally's heart started to beat faster and faster as she watched Mike get out of the police car and begin to walk towards her! The promise she made with her uncle kept running through her mind. Don't get caught by the police. Do. Not. Get. Caught! She had to take action. She had to run!
But it was too late, when she turned and tried to run; Mike grabbed her hand so she couldn't get away. Mike felt the need to pick the poor girl up, considering she was only a tiny 5 year old, it was a good idea. Instead of feeling safe in his authoritative arms, she began to kick and throw her arms around. She began to scream as she attempted to escape the detective's grip.
"Hey, stop little girl! You need to come with me. I'm going to take you somewhere safe," Mike tried to yell over the screaming of the girl.
He struggled as he tried to carry her to the back seat of his police car.
Sally was so filled with frustration; she tried and tried to get out of the cops arms. Mike reached out his arm and opened the door, she felt all hope rush out of her body and she went limp in his arms. She stopped trying to escape. She had lost all of the fight inside of her. Mike placed Sally gently into the car.
"You're going to be alright, little girl," he said with a smile. Then he shut the door and went towards the front of the car.
Sally sat and listened to the sound of the driver's door slamming and the car starting. She began to cry furiously. The thought of breaking her uncle's promise, made her heart feel like it had been crushed. She cried and cried, but Mike never seemed to move. She didn't notice that the clear wall in front of her was sound proof. She cried until she fell asleep.
As Sally slept, she dreamt of better times when her Uncle Charlie was still alive, when they use to play together and love each other. She dreamt of the best days of her life.
