Chapter three, breakfast at Tiffany's

And when chucky slashed his hand his blood drained on to Andrew's chest. "Give me the

power! I beg of you!" He cried out to the sky above. A roaring sound of thunder filled the air and

sky as Chucky chanted this over and over. Then Finally a flash of lightening struck both him and

Andrew. A minute or two went by when all you could here was silence. Silence that was until a

laughter broke out. "Hee hee!" Chucky cried out again. He stood up to see the blood stain on his

shirt. "I did it! I am human!" He had fulfilled his wish and he was to ger his well deserved

revenge. "Sorry, Pal. But I need this more than you." He picked up the doll and threw him in a

closet. "Now where do I start?" He pondered his thoughts about his revenge plans. "I've got it!

Tiffany must die for what she did to me!" He had not seen Tiff for about two years since the birth

of his child. He picked up a news paper and looked her up. She was, unfortunately for he, she

was indeed in town. Outside in the cold, misty, air Chucky rolled around in the mud. Tore his

shirt ever so slightly and headed into town. A festival of celebrities was taking place in down town

Chicago. He searched and searched until he saw her. "Um? Hello." He said in a very small voice.

She looked at him and could see the light blues just like her exhusband Charles Lee Ray. The lake

shore strangler. "Hello. What is your name?" He put his head down to the floor on which he

stood. " Can you help? It's my mom." His plan was working just swimmingly to his demise. "S-

she's.." His sentence wonder off. "She's what, dear?" Immediately put her hands over her mouth.

"Is she dead?" He nodded just a little. Tiffany grabbed his arm and asked him where he lived.

They got into his house and into the kitchen were Andrew's mother laid dead. "Oh, my. What

happened?" He just stood there then pointed to the door. She went over and nervously shook her

hand. Opening the door she saw the doll there. "Oh, dear god!" She picked Andrew up and

started hitting him. "He hurt my parents. Said they would pay." She nodded her head slightly and said that he could spend the night at her house. They enter a drive way which was about a eighty

yards long. "Home sweet, home." She showed him his room and kissed him good night. The

clock struck midnight and the hours were to be long. Foot steps were about the floor at this hour

in which he had gotten up. Into the kitchen he went. Grabbing a knife and headed for her room.

He raised the knife high. The next morning Tiffany woke him up. "Well, good morning." She was

wearing a white night gown and holding a bottle of wine. In the dinning room there was a buffet

of eggs, beacon, and pancakes. "Thank's Tiff." She blinked and looked puzzled. "I'm sorry? What

did you say?" She stood up from the table but almost fell. "Sorry Tiffany, but I didn't want to be a

piece junk the rest of my life." She fell to the floor and hit her head. Chucky walked over to her

and took out his knife that he took last night. Blood everywhere from the cuts and scraps on

Tiffany's body She tried to crawl away but it was to late, she was dead.