Author's Note: Words can't describe how sorry I am that I haven't written in so long! That's what college and writer's block can do to you -_- Forgive me? I haven't forgotten you guys, but time hasn't been on my side these days. But better late than never, right? So here's the first chapter of Part 2 of the Saga.
P.S.: The ending is...well...you'll see...haha...

Starcrossed in Hackensack: The Saga of Chucky and Tiffany

Chapter One: Happy Birthday
January 24th, 1976

"Godammit, Charles!"
A large fist slams into the little boy's face, knocking him to the ground. That familiar salt and rust taste floods his mouth as he is lifted from the ground by the arms, and brought face to face with the cold, grey eyes of Daddy. Mommy is crawling down the stairs, face red, black hair ruffled, dress torn apart; Daddy had been holding her down on the bed with his pants down again. Daddy's grip gets tighter and tighter as he yells in that thick German accent, "I told you to stay in your fucking room!"
The boy is thrown down like a ragdoll. And as he hears a belt unbuckling behind him, he knows what's next. With vengeance on his face, Daddy raises the belt above his head and brings it down-

Chucky jolts from his sleep. His heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in his head, and the moonlit darkness makes it seem especially loud. That was just one of many nightmares he'd had over the years, and they never failed to leave him literally shook- it was just like reliving that hell he had to call a childhood all over again.
Chucky glances at the alarm clock on his night stand; 2:43 a.m.
"Shit."
He throws his arm over his eyes and lays there, trying to forget not only the dream but also what day it is.
Stupid birthday, Chucky laments to himself. 26 years old, whoopdi-fuckin'-do. Both Eddie and Tiffany had expressed wanting to do something for him, though he thoroughly objected. But he knew the boys were going to pull something tonight at poker anyway... with a groan, Chucky gets up and heads to the kitchen. He heats up the leftover Swedish meatballs Tiff made him the other day, grabs a cold one, then goes to the living room to watch some TV. Of course, this time of night there was nothing on but infomercials.

Six meatballs and half a beer later, Chucky groans from boredom. He wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. Those nightmares always made sure of that. He looks out the window. The street lights' glow is visible through the frost coated glass. A cold January night just like any other.

Chucky throws on some pants, some shoes and his coat, then heads out to his car. He knew all the boulevards, avenues and streets of Hackensack like the back of his hand so at the end of the day it was just the same 'ol same 'ol. But there was one part of town in particular he always made sure to avoid.
Until now.
Chucky puts the key in the ignition and pulls off. For an entire hour he rides in complete silence, focused on only one thing. He pulls up to the cross section between Lincoln Blvd. and Carver Ave., and stops at the red light. He looks to the left. Somewhere down that dark, deserted road, nestled away in the shadows with the other abandoned buildings that the government didn't care to tear down, was the house.
The house.
The house where he spent the first 10 years of his life.
And without any hesitation, he turns down the road.
If there was a such thing as a cemetery for houses, this would definitely be it. Broken glass, boarded up windows, busted mailboxes and even old children's toys in the overgrown lawns pretty much describe every single house on this block. Funny how he never realized that other children lived around him. Maybe he never heard their laughter while they played outside because it was drowned out by the angry rantings of his father or the screaming and crying of his mother. Or maybe his own crying and screaming.
Chucky turns right and stops down the middle of the street, right in front of 1266. Funny how all these houses look exactly the same, but this is the only one with old yellow crime scene tape littering the front yard.

It all comes back to him as he gets out of the car.
Right where his Dodge is now, 16 years ago, there was a police cruiser. That yellow tape strewn in the yard surrounded the house, and over there was an ambulance. Eileen Ray, now simply "white female in her early thirties", had been found dead in the house- apparent suicide- and was now in a body bag being carted into the back of a coroner's van. Her only child, Charles Lee Ray, was in the back of a cop car about to be driven off to his new life as an orphan. They never did figure out where his father went.
Chucky walks up the concrete steps to the house. He wants to get inside, but the door and all the windows are covered in wooden boards.
Damn. Do I have the axe in the car? Shit, no, that's at home.
He takes a step back and just looks at the house for a few minutes. It's like staring down a demon made of wood and glass. Every single dark day he'd ever spent in this hellhole comes flooding back to him so fast it makes his blood boil.
Chucky goes back to his car. 4:05 a.m. Technically still the middle of the night, which meant the perfect opportunity for a kill...

The sun finally starts to rise as Chucky makes his way back home, $336 richer. Right as he steps through the door a streak of blonde catches him off guard.
"Chucky!" Tiffany chirps, jumping him and squeezing him. She pulls back and kisses that handsome face again and again and again.
"Where've you been?" asks Eddie.
"What, a guy can't take a drive through his own neighborhood? Tiff, hun- you're cutting my circulation."
"Oh-sorry."
"Whaddaya doin' here, anyway? I though you had work today."
"I do. But I just came by to wish you Happy Birthday. I know you said you didn't want anything, but..." She shows him a large box wrapped in gold paper, with a big red bow on top. Chucky takes it, and Tiffany hands him an envelope.
"Read this first."

They go over to the couch, and Chucky tears open the envelope. The card is white with a few colored balloons, and in the center written in gold cursive, "To a wonderful boyfriend on his special day." Chucky lets out a strangled groan.
"Dear Chucky, I know you don't care about birthdays, but I just want you to know that I can't imagine my life without you. Happy Birthday. XOXO"
Chucky opens the gift. Inside, under the tissue paper, is a sleek cherry wood box with the letters CLR engraved in gold on the top. He undoes the brass latch; the inside is lined with dark red velvet. And there, resting on the dark red velvet pillow, is a gun and a knife both branded with Chucky's initials.
"Aww, Tiff. You shouldn't have!"
"Well of course I did! I just wanted to celebrate the day my wittle honeybun was born!" She kisses Chucky's cheek, then gives him an eskimo kiss in the same spot. "Where'd ya get this?"
"I bought them from the gun shop at the mall."
"They have a gun shop at the mall?" asks Eddie. Chucky and Tiffany just look at him, and ignore the question. Chucky lifts the knife from pillow, and gets that look in his eyes.
He licks his lips.
"I wanna go hunting."
Tiffany and Eddie grin, and Tiffany kisses Chucky again. He was like a cute little kid excited about Christmas. Then she looks down at her watch.
"Aww shoot. I have to go to work."
"Work? But we were gonna go have some fun!"
If Tiffany had to choose between going to her job at Sears and killing people with Chucky, she would choose Chucky every single time. Unfortunately, killing people doesn't pay the bills.
"I know, sweet face. We'll have some fun when I get off tonight, okay? Are you sure there isn't anything else you wanna do for your birthday?"
Chucky is about to say "no", when it occurs to him.
"You know what? There is something."
"What?"
"Tonight...9:00 p.m., me, you and Eddie. We're gonna go do somethin' special. Real special."
"Yay!" Tiffany claps with excitement.
"Whatcha got in mind, Chucky?"
"Oh, you'll see. And come morning, so will this whole stinkin' town."

Later

Chucky pulls up to the Oxmoor Mall where Tiffany is waiting out front. She gets in the car, and Chucky heads down the road, going down the same path he'd taken this morning.
"Where we goin' Chucky?" Eddie asks from the back seat, suspicious as they head into the part of town they'd never gone to before.
"It's a surprise."
"You know Chucky," Tiffany says and they reach the highway, "normally it's the person with the birthday who gets surprised."
"Well I ain't normal, am I?"
He turns left at the intersection of Lincoln and Carver again.
"Jesus Christ," Tiffany breathes, looking at all the houses rolling past. "Look at all these houses. It looks like nobody's lived in them for ages."
"No one has," says Eddie. "Chucky, why are we here?"
Chucky keeps it to himself as they ride around for a few more blocks. He comes to the middle of the street and stops.
1266.
"Here we are." Chucky cuts the engine, gets out, and raises his arms.
"This, lady and gentleman, is the house where I grew up."
Tiffany and Eddie look at it for a minute. It was the saddest house they'd ever seen. And after all the stories Chucky had told about his abusive father, the fact that they took place here, makes it even sadder.
"Why are we here?" asks Tiffany, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Because..." Chucky goes to the trunk of the car and takes out a large axe, two flashlights and a can of gasoline.
"For my birthday, you two are gonna help me burn this fucker down."
"Are you serious?" asks Eddie. He and Chucky had done some pretty crazy shit over the years; actually compared to some of those things, burning a house down wouldn't be the worst. Chucky hands the gasoline can to Eddie.
"As a heart attack."
Eddie grins ear to ear, but Tiffany looks reserved.
"What's wrong, Tiff?" Chucky laughs. "You know we've done wayyy worse than this."
"Will we get caught?" she asks, looking around. It's so dark out here, somebody could be hiding in the bushes or something and they don't even know...
"'Will we get caught'?" Chucky repeats, scandalized. "Tiff- there's nobody here except us! Trust me, this is a totally abandoned part of town. The government ain't bothered to tear these shit heaps down, so I say..." he pulls a matchbook from his coat pocket. "We do it ourselves."
He offers her the matches. And with that devilish smile and mischievous look in those gorgeous blue eyes, Tiffany can't help but smile back and take them. Chucky hands her one of the flashlights as well, and gives the other one to Eddie. Then he takes the axe in both hands and runs up the concrete steps.
Here we go.

In one single, violent swoop, he raises the axe above his head and slams it into the boarded door. After about ten hits, despite the 20 degree weather, he takes off his coat and keeps going. Several hits later and there are finally enough cuts in the wood to tear the rest away by hand. Eddie and Tiffany help, and soon the coast is clear.
Chucky tosses the axe down and takes the flashlight from Tiffany.
Then, for the first time in 16 years, he steps inside his house. It's so dusty and dark. Cold. But nothing's changed.

There were the stairs that he and his mother were pushed and kicked down so many times.
Right here above their heads is the ceiling where he found his mother hanging with a belt around her neck. Her face was so grey. She had no emotion. Eileen Ray really had just given up. They were in the living room, where a good portion of Chucky's beatings took place.
And through there was the kitchen, and the dinner table where so many dinners where thrown at the walls and on the floor because they were either "too cold", "too burnt", "too bland", "too salty" or something... Augustus Ray, the miserable bastard, always found something to complain about.
"Chucky, you want me to start pouring the gasoline yet?"
Chucky raises his finger, telling Eddie to wait. He wanted one last look at everything in this house.

He goes upstairs to the first room on the right- what used to be his parents' bedroom. He stares at the spot where their bed used to be. Right next door was his bedroom, where when Chucky wasn't getting his ass beat for no reason he was subjected to hearing the violent creaking of bed springs and the headboard banging the wall over and over as his father grunted like an angry animal. Back then he didn't understand, but common sense told Chucky now that there should've been more children. How many kids got made in that bed? How many brothers and sisters was he supposed to have had? It seemed like every few weeks he was hearing his mother retch in the bathroom; sometimes he even saw it because she couldn't hold in it long enough to close the door. She was getting pregnant, obviously, but was also getting beat so much those kids never had a chance. Just as well. They were better off.
When there is nothing left to look at, Chucky goes back downstairs. Tiffany and Eddie are waiting for him down at the bottom. He reaches the last step.
"Let's burn it."
"Yeah!"
Eddie yanks the cap of the gasoline and starts pouring it everywhere, and Chucky does the same. They don't stop until every reachable part of the bottom half of the house is covered in liquid.
"Tiff. Matches."
Tiffany hands him the matchbook. "Here you go."
"Get behind me."
Tiffany and Eddie get behind Chucky as pulls out a match and strikes it. He looks at the flame, stares into it, and it stares back at him.
Then he throws it.

Bright orange and red flames explode from the floor. Chucky strikes another one and throws it towards the stairs, and one last one just for the hell of it. The three of them back out of the house as it bursts into smoke and fire.
It doesn't take long at all it to be totally consumed. Chucky leans casually against his car and enjoys the show. Bright orange glows against the dark blanket of sky above, as smoke rises to the stars.
"It's so beautiful," Tiffany says breathlessly. She looks at Chucky, who keeps staring at the house in silence. She can see the flames reflecting in his gorgeous blue eyes. It's just a house on fire to anyone else, but to him it's some kind of therapy. Maybe getting rid of this house would get rid of his nightmares. Tiffany takes Chucky's hand into hers, and they stand there watching for what feels like an eternity. The fire soon spreads to the houses beside them as the cold winter winds start picking up. The whole block would up before they knew it. Mission accomplished.
"Let's go," Chucky says.

"Now what?" asks Eddie as they drive off.
"I want to home," says Tiffany.
Chucky and Eddie look at her in surprise, but Chucky goes ahead and takes her back to her place. Chucky and Eddie walk her to her door, and Tiffany turns to Chucky.
"Eddie," Tiffany says, "Is there somewhere you can go for the night?"

Eddie takes the hint, and looks at Chucky who is genuinely confused.
"Yeah, guess I could go do somethin'...see ya Chucky."
Eddie It was just the two of them alone. They step inside and Tiffany throws off her coat.
"Michelle's gone clubbing with some of her girlfriends."
Tiffany takes his hands and leads him, of all places...to her bedroom.

Tiffany pushes him gently onto the bed. She keeps her warm, brown eyes on Chucky's as she steadies herself onto his lap, her slender fingers undoing his shirt buttons.
His heart starts racing.
This was it.
This was actually it.
Her manicured fingernails send shivers up Chucky's spine as they slide up his chest and around his shoulders. Their lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss that seems to last forever. Tiffany breaks it, but continues down his chin and neck, down to his chest...her right hand goes for the belt buckle.
Oh shit...
 Chucky can feel himself getting harder and harder as she unbuckles and unzips him. Chucky puts his hands up Tiffany's dress. She shivers as they travel up her back, then down to the waistband of her black tights. Then suddenly, he flips her over onto the bed and pulls them off with a single yank, revealing a pair of bright red panties.
He gets on top on her, and they start kissing again.
"Chucky," Tiffany moans as he starts kissing her neck, then her chest. He slides his hand down her stomach, into her panties- she gasps as his fingers begin playing with her clit.
Just when her toes start to curl, Chucky stops and takes her panties off. He sticks two fingers inside her warm, pink wetness in the "come hither" position, and starts fingering and licking. Tiffany gasps again; no one had ever done this to her before. It was insane; she wanted him to stop but at the same time never wanted it to end...
They pull her dress off together, and he takes off his shirt, pants and boxers. He unhooks her bra, and gazes at her in wonder. This was like a dream come true.
"Chucky," she breathes again. "Do you have a condom?"
"A condom? C'mon baby, it's my birthday."
"You want to have a baby?"
Chucky's eyes widen, and he grasps for the condom real quick. He slides it onto his shaft, then gets back on top as Tiffany opens her legs.

A little moan comes from both their lips as Chucky goes into her; Tiffany is so tight it takes a little effort. They start slow at first, kissing and touching as their hips work against each other. His hardness is so deep inside her, moving in and out and all around...
"Chucky," Tiffany gasps. She needed something to grab on to...Tiffany's fingers find their way up to Chucky's hair. He can feel her nails scratching his scalp and it hurts, but he loves every second of it. His lips go down to Tiffany's neck, kisses turning into bites. Their breathing becomes more and more rapid as Chucky's thrusts pick up speed. Chucky grasps the headboard with one hand as the friction builds up...he was about to come real soon...and with the other hand, he starts playing with Tiffany's clit again. Her hands grasp Chucky's thighs, and her gasps turn into moans as all the pleasure culminates; the sudden, uncontrollable urge to pee comes out of nowhere- Tiffany's mouth gapes open and her eyes roll back as the incredible surge of pleasure, her very first orgasm, comes over her. Clear liquid shoots out all over Chucky as he comes too. Chucky pulls out and collapses on top of her. Hearts racing, they lie there for several minutes, catching their breath.
"Damn," Chucky laughs after a few minutes, looking down at the soaked sheets.
"I'm sorry," Tiffany says, blushing.
"Why? I mean I always heard of girls bein' able to do that, but I didn't think it was actually possible...what, ya never heard of female ejaculation?"
"No."
"Ahh- well hey, don't be embarrassed! I think it's hot! It means I still got it!"
Chucky kisses her, and tears start to roll down her cheeks. Chucky pulls away.
"Why ya cryin'?"
"I'm just so happy," Tiffany says. "I'll only sleep with someone I love, remember?"
They kiss some more.
"Happy Birthday Chucky," Tiffany says.
And for the first time ever, it actually was.