Author Note: I just want to thank everybody for reading and enjoying my story; I will try and post a new chapter for you all every few days and when I can get around to writing them. Thanks again
Downtown L.A., Night
Chucky was on his way to the Barclay home, it was just after midnight and he was taking paths through dark alleys to keep out of sight, the last thing he needed was people to spot him, although he thought they would just stare at him in shock and question their own sanity or think if they had some wacky tobaccy or had too much to drink, so really it hardly really fazed him.
Chucky was running as fast as his tiny little doll legs allowed, he was desperate to reach the house quickly, break in there in the early morning hours and find out a way to get Kristen and Andy where he wanted them, where he was in control, he had some things he would like to say.
Then an idea hit Chucky, he really needed a gun, his little knife against two people would be risky, to be in complete control, he needed firepower.
Chucky noticed a gun store across the street as he came out of an alley, he saw a man locking up for the night, they operated fairly late some nights, lucky for Chucky tonight was one of those nights.
Chucky ran across the street and followed the man who was headed to his car, Chucky got to him as he opened the car door and stabbed him in the ankle, the man screamed in pain
Chucky: (Laughing) I would like a gun please asshole
The man looked down and saw Chucky still holding the knife embedded into his flesh.
Man: wha...What the fuck...
Chucky: (Whining voice) oh my god! It's a doll that's alive! Save that bullshit I have heard it enough, hand over the keys and I pull out the knife hmm
Man: uhh… shit….okay here!
He threw the keys to the ground, Chucky picked them up
Chucky: Thank you! Now let's see here, I thought this other knife would come in handy
Chucky pulled out another knife from his pocket and stabbed the man through his heart, and pulled out the knife that was in his ankle
Chucky: there you are, I pulled out the knife, like I said, good day!
Chucky walked towards the door away from the dying man, he jumped up on a concrete block next to the door and opened it and entered the store.
He saw racks and racks of guns
Chucky: This is what I'm talking about!
Chucky approached the pistol rack and took a 9mm
Chucky: never go wrong with this; too bad I'm too small for a shotgun or machinegun though
Chucky grabbed some bullets also and continued on his way to find Andy