#Fun/Random Fact: I've decided to give Chucky the nickname "The Champion of Death". I mean he really is, because no matter how many times he dies he always comes back...no matter how many times the Grim Reaper gets his ass, he always gets away. I think it would be funny/epic if somebody made a gif of the Grim Reaper catching Chucky, then Chucky just squirming from his grasp, laughing, and shooting him the middle finger as he runs off. Same cycle, over and over... I'd do it myself but I don't know how, ha ha.
##BONUS: Wanna see human Chucky sing?! Go on YouTube and check out a channel called ToughBananasJack; go through the videos until you find the movie Istanbul. It's split up into 13 parts, and the singing part is somewhere in the video Istanbul (2). Enjoy! I sure did! X)

Part One: The New Girl and the Bad Boy

Chapter Four: So Let the Bloodlust Begin

Something is happening. Tiffany can't put her finger on it, but something is happening, inside of her.
Chucky was on top of her boss, beating him mercilessly. Knuckles covered in blood, knife on the ground beside him, he looks up at her with no fear or regret.
So Michelle's suspicions were right... Chucky is a killer...
Her heart begins to race.
"Help me!" Bowman cries through the blood pouring from his mouth. "Please help me, he's trying to kill me! HELP!"
Chucky and Tiffany lock eyes for what feels like an eternity.
He can't tell what she's going to do at this point. This- having her catch him in the midst of ending somebody's life, something he did on a bi-weekly basis- was not a scenario he'd ever played out in his head. He never thought it would happen. And with someone he wanted to date... he didn't even know her that well, so he had no idea what to expect.
I might have to kill her.

There is a long, metal pipe leaned against the wall.
Tiffany notices it with her peripheral vision. And, keeping her eyes on Chucky, she slowly reaches for it.
This was the moment she'd waited for all her life. It didn't matter who it was, or how it happened. What she used, or how much blood...though in her dream scenarios, there was always lots of blood and screaming. Was she really about to pass up a chance to fulfill her fantasy?
Hell no.
Like a predator sneaking up on prey, she inches closer.
"Help me, please! Help-"
Without warning, she raises the pipe above her head-
-NO, NO, PLEASE!-"
-and strikes it down on Bowman's skull.
Then she does it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

Chucky gets out of the way and lets Tiffany do her thing. He stares, wide eyed, shocked, impressed, amazed... it's like watching an animal become unleashed.
When she's finally done she's gasping with exhaustion, but laughing with glee. God that was such a thrill...Bowman's forehead has so many gashes in it's like craters on the surface of the Moon.
She drops the pipe like a dead weight, then goes for his watch.
"Oooh, a Rolex!" she gushes, holding it up to the moonlight.
Chucky goes for Bowman's pants pockets. He pulls out a black leather wallet and opens it up; an I.D., a credit card, some pictures of what must've been his wife and teenage son...and $45.
Chucky closes it and tucks it in his suit jacket.
"Guess he won't be needing this anymore," Tiffany says, wriggling Bowman's wedding band off his finger.
"Alright-get the pipe and let's scram," Chucky whispers.
"Okay -wait- why do we need the pipe?"
Is she serious?!
"'Cuz ya just killed somebody with it! You can't just go around leavin' murder weapons behind, it's evidence!"
"Oh, right."
Silly me.
As soon as she picks up the pipe, they run off.
They round the corner, where the Sears' loading trucks are parked.

"Tiffany, what the hell was that?" Chucky asks in pure amazement. She is still smiling, still high off the thrill.
"Ever since I was 13 years old I've wanted to know what it would feel like to kill someone," she explains. "I mean I don't know why, I've just always had this fascination with death and blood and- I have books on every serial killer, alive and dead. It's part of the reason why I left home you know, 'cuz my family's always thought I was strange for being interested in that stuff-"
Chucky grabs Tiffany and pushes her up against the side of the building.
Pressing his body against hers so she can't move, he pulls his knife on her. Blade still covered in her boss's blood, she can feel the sharpness of it against her throat.
"How do you know I won't kill you too?"
And with these words, it actually occurs to her: Chucky is a murderer. And she knows the truth about him now. He could take her life with one swish of the blade if he so desired, and dump her body in a river somewhere and never think about her again.
"I guess that's part of the fun."

Chucky takes the knife away and pulls her into a kiss.

If he wasn't holding her so tight, she would've fallen to the ground from being weak at the knees. It's like can feel Chucky soften in her arms, like any aggression he may have had earlier is gone now. And the fact that they just committed their first crime together made this moment all the more intense. If this is what passion truly felt like, the love novels had never even come close. Then again, this wasn't exactly the average love story...
It feels like they could go on kissing and holding forever. When they finally do pull away, they're all smiles.
"Did I do good?" Tiffany asks.
"You did great, Tiff. Peachy."
Aww, he gave me a nickname! No one's ever called me Tiff before!
She beams with pride.

As they ride down the road, Tiffany looks at the Rolex some more.
"How much do you think this is worth?"
"Lemme see."
She hands it to him for inspection.
"Cheap ass son of a bitch," he says after a few seconds. "It's fake."
"Fake? How can you tell?"
Chucky leans over. "See the second hand? On a genuine Rolex, it would sweep smoothly. This piece o' shit is tickin' like the countdown clock in Time's Square on New Year's Eve. Should've expected that from a prick managin' a Sears."
"You seem to know a lot about this stuff," Tiffany notes.
"I know a lot o' stuff about a lot o' things. I have an IQ of 144."
"Ahh. Wow." Tiffany laughs, impressed. "Handsome, smart and kills! Looks like I've hit the jackpot."
"So where we goin'?" Chucky asks. "I don't know about you, but I'm starvin'. You want some dinner?"
"Sure," says Tiffany. "But I'm still not too familiar with the restaurants around here...me and Michelle went to a place called Lorenzo's the other night."
Chucky scoffs. "I can't stand that place."

They settle on a restaurant called The Green Olive. It was a bar/restaurant mix, pretty cozy looking, and surprisingly not too busy for a Saturday night. The Hostess smiles at them as they walk through the door.
"Hello, welcome to The Green Olive. How many in your party tonight?"
"Just two," Chucky says.
"Alright; would you like a booth or a table?"
"Booth."
The Hostess takes them around the corner and through the back, to the booth section. The forest green walls are covered with different framed scenery paintings, and the lighting is low, but warm.
"Oh Chucky, it's so beautiful here."
"Hope the food is good."
After a few minutes, a waitress comes to their table.
"Hello, I'm Andrea and I'll be waiting on you this evening," she greets, handing them menus. She pulls a pen and pad from her apron.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"Umm...I'll have a sweet iced tea please," says Tiffany.
"Yeah, and I'll a have a beer."
Andrea jots their orders down with a smile. "Alrighty, I'll be right back."

"So, Chucky," Tiffany says. "What's your story?"
"My story?"
"Yeah. I mean parents, siblings?"
Aww shit, my life story. Where's that beer and a joint when you need one...
"My mother's dead," Chucky says bluntly. "Came home from school one day when I was 10, found her hangin' with a belt around her neck from the ceiling in our living room."
Tiffany gasps. "Oh Chucky. I'm so sorry."
"I'm not. That bitch would just sit there and let my father beat the shit out of me, lock me in the closet, call me names. Alcoholic son of a bitch. Used to beat the shit outta me and my mom, every single day. We never had anything because he'd go to work, then piss away all the money on booze. My mother's side of the family had money, but they disowned her ass after she got knocked up."
Wow. No wonder he's the way he is...
"So what happened after your mother died?"
"Well, I got put in the system. Never saw my dad again. Bastard disappeared after she died and like I said, her side of the family didn't want anything to do with us. So I ended up in the Hackensack Children's Home."

Andrea is back with their drinks.
"One Coke and one beer," she says happily. Her cheery mood is a bit awkward for the story Chucky was telling.
"Thank you," Tiffany says.
"Do we know what we're going to order or do we need some more time?"
Chucky, ready to get ordering over with, looks at his menu.
"Uh...just gimme the short ribs with mashed potatoes."
Andrea writes that down.
"Hmm...and I think I'll have the chicken and pasta marinara," says Tiffany.
"No problem."
She finally walks away.

"Now, back to what I was sayin'... the Home was filled with dozens of other kids. Boys had one room, the girls had another. Local churches would donate clothes, toys, shit like that for us. I mean, I gotta be honest- the Home wasn't that bad. Well, it was better than livin' in a house where I had to watch out for broken beer bottles. Dad would throw 'em at the wall, sometimes at us- then make us clean up the broken pieces with our bare hands."
Chucky points to a long, faded scar on his right hand. "See that? Samuel Adams. But yeah. Compared to that, the Home was peachy. But they were always promisin' they'd find permanent homes for us, but everybody knows no one wants a bunch o' broken ass kids with backgrounds like mine."

Tiffany just wanted to wrap her arms around Chucky and hold him for a really long time. All she can do is imagine him growing up around all that abuse, feeling so alone in the world, unloved...she gently rubs his back, and rests her head on his shoulder.
Oh God...
"Aww c'mon Tiff, I'm alright now," Chucky reassures her. "That was years ago, ancient history. Made me the man I am today. I don't think I turned out too bad."
Tiffany, still a little sad, kisses Chucky on the cheek.
"Alright- I opened up about my shitty childhood, now it's your turn."

"Uh, okay- my father left my mother when I was six and my younger sister Elizabeth was three. He got remarried, so I have a stepmother named Geneva. We didn't have a lot growing up either, with only one parent working and all. But that was until I was 15, that's when my mother met Hoyt. He was a car salesman so, you know, he had a lot of money and no kids of his own so he used to spoil us. But besides all that, there was just always something weird, like I didn't fit in with my family because of my... 'fascination', as my mother calls it."

"There is nothing wrong with killing," Chucky declares firmly. "Being a killer is not something you should have to hide. All these judgmental pricks walkin' around, looking down on people like us because what we do is "morally wrong", when they're the exact same ones that are cheating, touching little kids, raping- I mean it's un-freakin'-believable! And they wanna know why I hate people so much."
Wow, that was deep. I'd never even thought of it like that before...
Tiffany raises her glass of tea. "To having no shame about being a killer."
Chucky raises his glass too. "Not a single fucking ounce."
They touch their glasses, and take a sip.

After dinner, it was still just a little after 10 o'clock.
"The night is young!" Chucky proclaims as they get back to the Dodge. "Waddaya wanna do next?"
"Oh, I don't care," Tiffany says. "I just wanna spend the night with you."
Hmm...
Chucky didn't feel like going to a bar tonight, all those guys hooting and hollering at his new girl... there was plenty of other nights for bars but tonight needed to be something special. Something special for a special girl...
"I know the perfect spot."
Chucky drives through town, to the wooden area leading to a spot overlooking all of Hackensack.
"Well, here we are Tiff," he says. "See? You can see the entire town from here."
The night lights down below were incredible. Everything is so small right now, it's like looking down from the top of the world.
"It's beautiful."
"Tiff, I gotta be honest," Chucky says. "You really impressed me tonight. I see now I was totally wrong about you... I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's okay. It's like my mother always says, 'never judge a book by its cover'." She pauses. "Well, I guess lots of people say that. But yeah."

Chucky lifts Tiffany's chin, and they share another kiss. Her fingers move through Chucky's hair, as he slowly starts to caress Tiffany's back.
His kisses move from her lips, down the length of her neck. A moan escapes her lips.
God this feels so good...
 Her hands move around his back the same way his are doing with hers. Her entire body shivers as his hand begins to slide into her dress, in between her thighs...
"Chucky-Chucky, wait, wait-"
"What, what?"
"I-I can't."
"Why? I have a rubber, don't worry about it-"
"No, no, it's not that..."
Chucky pulls back and looks at her.
"What- you a virgin or somethin'?"
"No, no it's not that either, it's just... I don't want to give it up on the first date. I've only slept with one person, and I gave it up too soon because I thought I had to, you know? I thought I was in love. But the guy turned out to be a player, so I swore from then on that if I ever made love with someone again, it would only be with someone I love."
Whoa...
Chucky didn't know what to say. He was so used to girls that did it on the first date... this was a little awkward...
He looks down at his crotch and groans. "But I got wood here, Tiff."
Tiffany looks down at Chucky's lap.
"So I see."
As tempting as it is to sleep with Chucky, she just can't allow herself to do it.
He groans again, covering his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry," Tiffany says quietly.
"No, no, it's fine," Chucky decides after a moment. "That lets me know now you're not a whore."
But he looks down at his crotch again, and sighs. "Looks like it's just you and me... again."

Chucky suddenly gets out. Tiffany follows, to see what he's doing.
"C'mon!" He says from the top of the car, extending his hand. Tiffany takes her heels off, then takes Chucky's hand, so he can help her up. Then he takes off his blazer and lays it down for them. Once they're comfortable, Chucky puts one arm behind his head, the other around Tiffany. She snuggles up to him, resting her head on his chest. It was amazing how she'd only known him- well, at least of him- for 3 days, not to mention the whole knife thing earlier- and yet she felt so safe with him. They had a connection like none other.
"Oh Chucky, this is so romantic," Tiffany says, gazing into the star speckled darkness above.
"Yeah, yeah- just don't tell anybody we did this. I don't want people thinkin' I'm soft."
Tiffany smiles at him, then Chucky smiles at her. They kiss one more time, and in a few hours they're asleep.

Tiffany wakes to the warmth of the sun on her face. She looks up at Chucky. He was still sleeping at looked so peaceful, not like someone capable of killing at all. She reaches up and kisses him on the cheek. He stirs a little, then his eyes flutter open.
"Oh I'm sorry-did I wake you?"
Chucky rubs his eyes and squints at Tiffany.
"Did we screw?"
"...No."
"Oh-yeah- sorry. Last time I woke up next to a woman was 'cuz we screwed."
Tiffany yawns, then looks around.
"Oh yeah-we're on top of your car," she giggles.
Chucky sits up and looks around too. "Oh yeah. Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Believe it or not I've had less comfortable nights in the bed back at my place. I should sleep on my car more often."
Tiffany laughs.
"You want breakfast?" Chucky asks as he helps Tiffany down.
"Okay."

It was a little after 9 a.m. when Chucky finally got Tiffany back home.
They pull up to Michelle's apartment. Chucky walks Tiffany to her door, as soon as they walk in, Michelle comes running.
"Tiffany! Thank god!"
"What, what's wrong?"
"Listen... our boss was found dead behind the store last night."
Tiffany brings her hand to her mouth as Chucky mutters, "No shit..."
"That's terrible," Tiffany replies. "Who found him?"
"Some of the loading dock workers," Michelle says as she goes into the living room. The TV is turned to the News, which is showing footage of the backside of the Oxmoor Mall, surrounded by yellow crime scene tape and police cars. "Apparently some maniac stabbed him and beat him to death and made off with his wallet, his wedding ring, and the watch his wife gave him."
She grabs the remote to turn the volume up.
"Family, friends, and employees say the 48 year old Sears manager was a kind-hearted, compassionate man. According to police there seem to be no leads at this point, but there are definitely signs of foul play..."
Tiffany's hand is over her mouth in "shock", but she's really covering a huge grin. She looks up at Chucky, who looks down at her wearing a devilish smile.
"They said he was found at around 10 last night," Michelle says, "but he was killed sometime after 8...you do know they plan on questioning everybody who worked last night, right?"
What?
"Why?"
"They wanna know if anybody saw or heard anything. You got off at 8, didn't you?"
"Well yeah, Tiffany says. "Then I had my date with Chucky, remember? I called you about it."
Michelle looks at Chucky, unimpressed; the minute she turns her head, he gives her the finger.
"Well," Michelle sighs. "Guess we won't be workin' for a few days. The store's closed until further notice...man, I just feel so bad for his wife and their kid. I really hope they get the asshole who did this."
"I'm sure the police will do everything they can," Tiffany says.
"Yeah- when they aren't too busy slobberin' down coffee and donuts. Pigs."
Michelle scoffs in utter disgust, rolls her eyes at Chucky, then brushes past him to the kitchen. He tries to go after her, but Tiffany stops him.
"I swear to god Tiff," Chucky warns. "I don't know why I haven't broken her neck yet..."
"Shh, shh," Tiffany hushes.
Chucky sighs. "I'm gonna go."
"Aww, so soon?"
"Tiff-we just spent the whole night together."
"I know. I loved every second of it."
She is so cute, Chucky can't help but smile.
"You're stuck with me Chucky," Tiffany says. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily...even though you could, I guess... if you wanted..."
Chucky smirks. "Not today."
"How about we get rid of somebody else tonight?"
Chucky laughs evilly. "Killing spree? Sounds peachy to me."
"With lots of blood and screaming!"
"You are pretty good," Chucky admits. "For an amateur. But there's still a lot you need to learn. Just sit back and learn from the master."
Chucky and Tiffany were slowly, yet surely teaching each other that life truly is full of surprises.
Three days ago, Tiffany had no idea she would have a boyfriend so soon after moving to Hackensack- and a killer one at that. And Chucky, though he'd never fully admit it, was actually very happy to have found a sexy female killer. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that...
But there was definitely something between them. Call it fate, destiny, or whatever, but Chucky knew, just like Tiffany knew, that their time together was far from over.
It's just the beginning.

END OF PART ONE