Chucky made his way out of Foley's office, creeping down the hallway and looked around, finding Madeleine's. Groaning in frustration, Chucky was about to keep walking around, when he noticed that at the foot of the patient's bed was a Good Guy doll that looked just like him. Smirking, the doll quietly opened the door and entered the room, approaching the bed.
"Let's see if what Doc wrote was true." Chucky snickered, and placed his right hand on the other doll's head, while his left gripped the Heart of Damballa amulet. "Ade boku Damballa, give me the power I beg of you!" A crack of thunder was heard, as well as a flash of lightning, and the second doll gasped and it's eyes snapped open, its mouth forming a sinister smile.
"What the fuck is going on?" The second doll asked, looking around.
"Just stay here, 'little brother'." Chucky cackled, and left Madeleine's room, continuing down the long hallway. The killer doll silently stalked towards Nurse Carlos' desk, pulling out a scalpel and admired his reflection in the blade. Not wanting to waste any time, he walked down another hallway, keeping his head on a swivel for a certain patient's room. Unfortunately, Chucky didn't know where said patient was kept, and just as he was seething in rage, he looked up, seeing an older woman with blonde hair standing over him.
"Hello, Chucky." Karen said quietly and calmly. "It's been a while. Can you see me?"
"Still a stupid bitch, Karen." Chucky sneered. "Yeah, I can see you."
"I thought you would. After all, you killed me almost thirty years ago." Karen continued.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Chucky asked, confused. "Ah, fuck this. Where's Nica?"
"I won't tell you." Karen told the doll defensively. "I won't let you kill her like you killed me."
"Guess you didn't really listen to my phone call then." Chucky smirked. "Fine, I'll do it myself. I'll come back for you later." Chucky began walking again, while Karen stood motionless, unable to stop the monster. The doll eventually found Pierce's room, and after entering, he looked around. The room was a simple bland white, with the only picture being a black and white photo of Nica's niece, Alice. The one that got away… Chucky turned his attention back to the bed, which had a puddle of blood pooling on the floor. Confused, the doll looked up, seeing Nica had slit her wrist with one of her wheelchair spokes. As much as he wanted Nica dead, he wasn't going to murder her yet. First, he was going to make her suffer, by killing all of her new friends, and then, ending her. But for now, Chucky located a needle and thread to stitch Nica up, before writing a message in the blood on the floor. Grinning maliciously, Chucky left Nica's room and went back to Karen's, opening the door to find her laying in her bed.
"You took your time." Karen remarked. "If you're going to kill me, then get on with it. If you're just here to taunt me, leave. I don't have the energy to fight you anymore."
"What?" Chucky asked, dumbstruck. "You want me to kill you?"
"I don't fear what comes next." Karen stated calmly. "After all, I'm already dead. You killed me, remember?"
"Nothing comes next." Chucky told her darkly, using Nica's spoke to cut her wrist vertically. "Tell Mike I said hi." Karen looked down at her bleeding arm, realizing that she was alive the whole time, then back at Chucky.
"My son will come after you." Karen warned. Chucky just smugly grinned, as Karen's life faded away.
The next morning, Nica woke up to the sound of Carlos announcing the time. Slowly, Nica felt a slight pain in her arm, and rolling back her shirt sleeve, saw that the cut she made on her wrist was stitched up. Fearing the worst, Nica looked over the side of her bed, seeing a message written in blood. Not so fast. Just as Carlos turned around to give her a sedative, Nica threw a pillow on the ground, covering the grotesque scene.
"Sorry, I must have tossed that in my sleep." Nica lied. "Could I please have some privacy while I change?" Carlos nodded and left the room, leaving Nica alone and wondering what to do about the blood. Her train of thought stopped, however, when an alarm went off, causing her to wheel herself out of her room.
"What's going on?" Nica asked, as Carlos began running down the hall.
"Code blue." Carlos simply replied, and he entered one of the patient's rooms. At first, Nica was confused, until she realized the room was Karen's, and she began to wheel faster. Once she finally got there, Carlos and Nurse Ashley were already there, looking distraught. Nica wheeled over to the side, noticing that Karen had her wrist cut vertically, somehow with one of her own wheelchair spokes, and a message was written in blood on the floor. Chucky did it. Nica's eyes widened, and she began to have doubts that she really killed her family.
"Does she have any living relatives?" Ashley asked.
"Only one: her son, Andy Barclay." Carlos answered. At the mention of Barclay, Nica's ears perked up. "The only contact number he gave us was to his gun store in Chicago." With that, Carlos pulled out a cell phone and dialed the number, waiting for a few moments.
"Shit, he didn't pick up." Carlos grumbled. "I don't know how to reach him otherwise." Getting an idea, Nica wheeled herself back to her room, and once she arrived, she opened her drawer and started rummaging for a small piece of paper. Nica finally found what she was looking for, and made her way to the lobby's desk and grabbed the phone, beginning to dial the number on the paper.
Kent Academy
"And that, students, is how you should fire a gun." Andy Barclay was brought in by Tyler as a guest to the old military academy, and under some persuasion, he was teaching some of the students how to use a firearm. "Just remember, always keep both of your eyes open." The students clapped, and Barclay entered Tyler's office, where Alice also was.
"Sounds like you made a Hell of a speech, Barclay." Tyler told him, reading over letters.
"I just taught him what Kristen taught me." Andy shrugged. "I wish she were here now…"
"She'd be proud of you, Andy." Tyler reassured his old friend. "I know that for a fact."
"Whatever happened to her?" Andy turned around, seeing Alice sitting in a chair.
"She was announced KIA." Andy explained. "Went on a third tour in afghanistan, and she went on a solo mission in what everyone thought was a terrorist cell's compound. When the rest of her platoon went in, no terrorists were found, but pieces of her body was laying on the floor, burnt from an explosion, with her own combat knife lodged in her eye." Suddenly, Barclay's phone started buzzing, and he quickly opened it.
"Hello?" Andy asked.
"This is Andy Barclay, right?" A woman's voice was heard on the other end. Andy's eyes lit up, he knew that voice.
"Yes, it is." Andy replied. "You finally called, huh, Nica?" At the mention of her aunt, Alice looked up.
"Aunty Nica's on there?" Alice asked. "Can I speak to her?" Andy smirked, and put set the call on speaker phone.
"Took me a while." Nica admitted. "Is your mother named Karen?"
"Yes… why?" Andy asked, but was already getting a sinking feeling in his stomach. Alice also noticed the look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Andy, but she's dead." Nica told Andy. "Her wrist was slit this morning."
"What?" Andy's voice cracked, as Tyler and Alice shifted uncomfortably.
"The doctors found her long after she passed." Nica continued sympathetically. "But here's the other reason I called: on the floor, written in blood, is the message Chucky did it. What makes this even worse is that Doctor Foley brought in a Chucky doll yesterday, then I was visited by a woman calling herself Miss Valentine, who gave me a second doll."
"Miss Valentine?" Andy asked, trying to maintain control. "Like… Tiffany Valentine?"
"She never gave me her first name, but she claimed to be my niece's legal guardian." Nica added. "Then she told me Alice was dead…"
"Aunty Nica, she lied to you!" Alice spoke up. "I'm not dead, I'm with Andy!"
"Alice?" Nica said on the other end. "But why would she say that?"
"Most likely to fuck with you." Andy suggested bitterly. "Either way, Tiffany Valentine is Chucky's former lover. And I'm willing to bet the doll she gave you has Charles Lee Ray's soul in it."
"What are you going to do?" Nica asked.
"I'm going to go to Harrogate, and end Chucky for good." Andy declared. "I'll be there in about half a day." Andy ended the call, and noticed Alice was staring at him.
"I'm going too." Alice announced. "I want to see my aunt."
"No, you're not." Andy argued. "You've never faced Chucky before. Despite his size, he can kill you before you know it, and if you die, that would be on my hands."
"I can take care of myself." Alice pressed. "Tyler has had me enroll in here. I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight."
"The answer is still no." Andy repeated. "I've seen grown men from here get killed by that psychopath. I don't want your death on my conscience." Alice glared at her surrogate uncle, before giving up and going to her private dorm.
"She just wants to help, Barclay." Tyler finally spoke up. "Do you even know how you'll get in?"
"Yeah, I've had papers filled out before, just for this kind of thing." Andy replied. "And Kyle's driving me over, so my truck doesn't get towed." Andy smirked to himself and left the academy, making his way outside and got in his truck. Soon, it would all be over, Nica would be saved, and Chucky would finally be gone for good.
