Chapter two, the secret

The ambulance came and went as the night drug on. "Andrew do you of have anything to do with

this?" A police asked him as though he himself was the killer. He shook is head no. After that

night they weren't the same. Mrs. Thomas took up smoking and Andrew started drawing in black.

" Honey what would you like for breakfast?" He told as usual eggs. Eggs were his favorite. The

bus to school pulled up and left. "I heard he pushed his dad, I think he's a psycho." The voices,

the rumors, the pain of going to school. Andrew had become his very own outsider. The only one

he felt he could talk to was Tommy. Outside on the playground the kids would pock and make

fun of him. "Hey, why don't you go play with Barbie!" A kid said picking up Tommy. The doll

blinked it's blue eyes and stared at him. "Talk you damn doll." He yelled viciously and shacking

the doll. The doll blinked again. "Hi ! I'm Tommy and I'm your friend to the end!" He threw the

doll down to the ground and hard. His head turned around and his body too. "I wanna be your

friend to the very end." All the kids just shrieked. The bell rang. The end of the day was finally

here."How was your day?" His mother asked him like everyday after school. He went upstairs to

his room to play with Tommy. Only Tommy wasn't in his room. He looked and looked but no

Tommy. "Hey mom have you seen Tommy? I miss him." She shook her head no with a glare in

her eyes. "Sorry sweet heart. I don't" He hung his head in sadness. Mrs. Thomas turned around

from a sound she heard. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out in a meek voice. "Andrew? Is

that you?" She went towards the noise. In surprise it was just a rat. She looked up at the counter

to find the good guy doll. She picked him up and smiled. "What the hell are you looking at ?" She

dropped the doll and went towards the door but he got there first. "Alright Tommy what do you

want?" She slowly moved her hand towards a broom that was behind her. " God! My name isn't

Tommy! It's Chucky" He jumped on to her and started to attack her. "Help me! He's killing me!" It was to late Chucky had already cut her throat. Andrew came in seeing his dead mother." He

walked by her slowly. "Mommy?" He fell to the floor and hit his head hard. A blury figure came

intofocus in front of Andrew. "We're going to play a game. Called Find the Soul. And your it.He

picked up the knife that was next to him and raise it high and made a quick slash.