2015

Andy and Alice walked out of the movie theater, having just seen the newest Star Wars movie.

"Well, that wasn't as good as I had hoped." Andy grumbled.

"Eh, I liked it." Alice spoke up. "I thought the action was cool, and there were some funny lines."

"Yeah, but it was a carbon copy of the original." Andy reminded her. "Plus, they killed off one of their most beloved characters. What's the point in bringing back fan favorites if they're just going to kill them off?"

"To be fair, I heard a rumor that Ford wanted to be killed off way back in Empire." Alice shrugged. "But yeah, they should've kept him in for at least one more movie."

"I'll bet you twenty bucks that Skywalker gets killed off in the next movie." Andy suggested.

"Oh, you're so fucking on." Alice grinned, as they turned a corner and went into an alley. Just as they entered the small short cut, a mugger with a gun popped up out of nowhere.

"Give me all your damn money, now!" The man demanded, cocking the pistol.

"Really?" Andy rolled his eyes, as Alice smacked the gun away and kicked the man in the groin. The mugger yelled in pain, and Alice headbutted him, knocking the man out.

"Nice work." Andy commented, calling Mike to pick up the mugger. "We should probably go."

"No shit." Alice said sarcastically, and the two made it back to their apartment.

"So, how was your date?" Chucky snickered, once Andy and Alice got back.

"Fuck off." Andy muttered, sitting in a chair and lighting a joint.

"Can I try that?" Alice asked.

"No." Andy stated bluntly. "You're too young."

"So, you're fine with me beating the shit out of people and shooting them, but smoking weed is crossing the line?" Alice pointed out.

"Don't make the same mistakes as me." Andy told her. "Be better."

"Well, in that case, what's on the agenda today, Uncle Andy?" Alice asked, eager to get to work.

"You're going to beat me with that knuckle duster." Andy answered, tossing her the weapon. "I'm working on withstanding torture, and gaining a better tolerance for pain."

"You sure about this?" Alice asked, worried.

"Just do it." Andy ordered, and Alice began hitting Andy again and again. Each time, Alice flinched, seeing Andy bleed was hard.

"Okay, that's good." Andy spat out blood after five straight minutes. "I think that's enough for today."

"What are you, a masochist?" Alice asked, horrified at what she had to do.

"Look, in the unlikely event that I get captured, I don't want to reveal where you- or Chucky- are." Andy protested. "Now, come on, it's time to go."

"Where are we going this time?" Alice sighed.

"Kent Academy." Andy told her. "I was able to get in touch with an old friend, and she's willing to let us use the range for a bit." The two got into the black truck, with Alice driving, and went over the Kent, unaware they were being followed by a green buick.

Half an hour later, Andy and Alice found themselves at Kent, going to the front office. Andy knocked on the door twice, and was soon met by a woman with long brown hair.

"Andy!" The woman greeted cheerfully. "It's been awhile!"

"Yes it has, Kristen." Andy agreed, hugging her. "Did I ever tell you about the… adoption?"

"Many times." Kristen laughed, and looked down at Alice. "I heard about what happened to your family. I'm truly sorry."

"Thank you." Alice said sincerely. "You're De Silva right? You were with Andy when Chucky came here in 1998."

"Well, she does her homework." Kristen remarked, before turning back to Barclay. "The range is all set up. Just remember what I first taught you."

"Keep both eyes open, and shoot straight." Andy smiled, leading Alice to an area with paper targets.

"Does that really work?" Alice asked. "Keeping both eyes open."

"Absolutely." Andy answered, and began firing away. Having nothing else to do, Alice pulled out her own gun and fired five shots. After pushing a button, the papers moved closer, allowing Alice and Andy to see what they got.

"Two tens, two nines, and an eight." Andy mused. "Nicely done."

"What about you?" Alice asked.

"A bit similar, but three nines." Andy told her, showing his own paper. "And I think that's about all we got time for today." Alice nodded, and the two of them left the academy, saying goodbye to Kristen first.

"So where now?" Alice asked.

"Home." Andy replied, taking out the keys. "Wanna drive- mmph!" Andy's yell was muffled, as a woman with red hair put a cloth over Andy's face. Instantly, Barclay was knocked unconscious, and Alice guessed the cloth had chloroform in it.

"What the fuck?" Alice yelled, but the redhead punched Alice, knocking her down.

When Alice finally came to, Andy was long gone, taken by the woman. Next to her were the keys to the black truck. Slowly, she got into the vehicle, looking around for a way to find Andy. Luckily, Alice found it, in the form of Andy's phone, which had an app for a GPS tracker that Andy told her he always keeps in his shoes.

"Clever job, Andy." Alice commented, starting up the car and following the GPS location. After a few minutes, Alice parked at what looked like a run down building, and taking a precaution, she grabbed a gun from the glove box. Slowly, Alice entered the building, searching for Barclay, and descended the stairs, seeing withered, dead sunflowers. On the side of an altar like table was a voodoo mask, and tied on top was Andy Barclay, with the woman hovering over him with a knife.

"Let him go!" Alice shouted, loading her pistol. "I swear to God, I will blow your head off!"

"This isn't your fucking business kid." The woman shot back. "Scram! Get out of here!"

"Let Andy go then!" Alice said, firing off a shot and shooting the knife out of the woman's hand. However, the woman just pulled out another knife and threw it at the girl, hitting the gun and tearing it from Alice's hands.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" The woman smiled. "I'm Chucky's daughter, Glenda."

"What do you want with Andy?" Alice asked.

"You're fucking dense." Glenda muttered. "He's going to tell me where my Dad is, then I'm going to kill him. And if you don't leave, you'll die too."

"You'll have to kill me." Alice snarled through clenched teeth. Glenda smirked and threw another knife, which Alice easily dodged. Pierce rolled to the side, missing another one of Glenda's attacks, and threw a right hook at the daughter of Chucky. Glenda quickly got back up and kicked Alice, sending her falling to the ground. Alice was about to get back up, but Glenda stomped on her chest, cracking a rib.

"You know, it's a shame." Glenda mused, pulling out a final knife. "I thought you'd have more fight in you, Alice. At least more fight than your crippled aunt." At the mention of Nica, Alice's eyes burned with rage, and as Glenda went to stab her, she moved her arms up, catching the daughter of Chucky's knife and stopping it from stabbing her. Alice kicked Glenda in the stomach and took the knife, stabbing her through the heart.

"Enough fight for you?" Alice whispered, as Glenda's life faded away. Pierce slowly got up and walked over to Andy, cutting the ties that bind him to the table.

"Thank you." Andy told her. "Very good. But I'm sorry you had to be here."

"What are you talking about?" Alice asked, her brow knit in confusion.

"From what I've read, this was the very place Charles Lee Ray kidnapped your grandmother, Sarah." Andy explained, gesturing to the room around them. "In fact, it was on that very table she was strapped down on." Alice's eyes grew wide with shock, but then went back to normal.

"I guess I should thank you then, for giving me one more reason to fight." Alice mumbled, as the two climbed the ladder and found themselves outside. "I won't let Nica rot in that asylum. I won't." The two went back to the black truck, this time Andy was driving.

"I'm beat for today." Andy announced, once they made it to their apartment. "I'm going to bed."

"I'm staying up for a bit." Alice announced. "Gonna write Aunty Nica another letter." Andy nodded and headed off to his bedroom, while Alice got out a pen and paper.

"Aw, writing Nica a letter now, are we?" Chucky snickered. Before he could say anything else, Alice's fist smashed into his jaw, knocking him out once more, and she began to write.