Playtime's Over

Chapter 4: Cold-Blooded Murder

Five days later…

It had been a week now that Andy had been there. Sometime that day Mrs. Malkum was going to call and ask for Andy's answer; whether or not he wanted to stay. Just as Ceceila promised she had gotten a tutor for him so that he could catch up on school work without having to go back to the private school. Nightmares about Chucky and past murders began coming back to him, like the night before. It was déjà vu all over again. Andy wanted to believe that as long as Chucky didn't know where he lived that he would eventually go away. However, he knew better than that by now. If Chucky's time ran out he wouldn't just vanish he'd become completely human—a human soul trapped in a doll's body for all eternity. He would have all eternity to track Andy down and kill him and anyone else close to him unless he was destroyed first.

It was Saturday so he could sleep in without worrying about having to study with the tutor for much of the day. Not that sleep was possible for him anyway now that his nightmares were returning—both real and unreal. Andy lay in bed for the rest of the night after he had woken up sweating with tears streaming down his face. Around six in the morning he went to sit outside by the gardens and watch the sun rise. It was hard to not act happy around Ceceila when she was trying so hard to make time for both him and Cody. Cody wanted no part of anything, but Ceceila had brought Andy to a dinner party with her friend Mary on Thursday night.

Andy didn't talk much at all the entire night. And whenever Ceceila would glance in his direction he made sure to force a smile. He didn't want to leave, but he had no choice. Watching as the sky became brighter and brighter, Andy took in a deep breath. He needed to think about what he was going to say to Ceceila. Getting up, he decided to take a walk. They lived in a nice neighborhood so as long as he didn't go too far he wouldn't get lost.

He trudged along the road, feeling the familiar sadness return. He wanted so bad to see Ariel again. Sighing, Andy continued down the road lost in thought. He didn't realize how long he had been walking until he blinked and turned around. Luckily, he had only been going straight but he didn't how far he had gone.

"Maybe I should turn around," he whispered aloud.

Examining his surroundings, he noticed that he was a little ways from the house. The school was just up the road a couple of miles and the orphanage wasn't far from that. Remembering that there was a park nearby, he followed the path along until he saw a swing set in the distance. He jogged toward the empty park and sat down on one of the swings. He loved parks. They were great places to just sit and think. He hadn't gone to one in so long and it felt nice to just be by himself and feel the cool breeze on his skin.

Andy relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the wind. He needed to remain calm and find enough courage to face Chucky once more. The crackling of leaves nearby caused Andy's eyes to snap open. He wheeled around in the swing and looked around. Leaves were all over the ground, though the trees hadn't begun to change colors quite yet. Andy took several deep calming breaths. It was time for him to get back now. Ceceila had probably realized he wasn't there and he didn't want to worry her.

Andy got up from the swing and began making his way back to the street. A twig seemed to snap from nearby and Andy wheeled around again, looking in every direction. Another twig snapped and Andy's head wheeled to the left. His eyes widened as something came whizzing at him.

"AGH!" Andy cried out as something hard hit him directly in the forehead.

He toppled over, feeling a bit dazed. Blinking several times, he tried to sit up properly. The park was silent except for his heavy breathing so Andy very slowly picked himself up. His feet headed backward and he made sure to keep his eyes open for anything out of the ordinary. It was then he saw someone standing a short ways away in front of a small shack. Andy cautiously walked forward, wondering who it was. It seemed to be a tall man who was slightly bent over looking inside the shack. Andy could only see the back of his head but he figured the man probably owned the house right by the shack.

"Excuse me?" Andy asked tentatively, as he approached a little closer.

Reaching out a hand, he tugged on the man's coat to try and get his attention. The man's head lolled back and his body lost balance. He tipped over nearly knocking directly into him. Andy screamed when he saw the man's face was all cut up, blood gushing out everywhere. He wheeled around and was suddenly whacked in the face. Andy groaned as he fell back onto the grass.

"Looks like I found you after all."

Andy lifted his head, blinking away the blurriness to see a shovel right by his face. Chucky was grinning over him and Andy could only widen his eyes in fear.

"Told you it wasn't over sport," Chucky grinned. "And now I'm done playing around. So don't give me any fucking trouble! Or…," his grin widened, "I'll have to hurt you."

Andy could barely move his mouth because his cheek was in so much pain. He could taste blood in his mouth and knew that a huge bruise was going to form sooner or later. His eyes glanced down at the bleeding corpse and he gulped.

"What are you lookin' at? It's not like you haven't seen a dead body before," Chucky snapped, approaching him. "That was a very nasty trick, Andy. The way you got away at school. I don't have time to chase you all over this goddamn town!"

Chucky threw the shovel down on Andy's stomach and he groaned painfully in response. It knocked the wind out of him and he felt Chucky's plastic skin on his forehead.

"You kids are so predictable," Chucky sneered. "The park Andy? I know how much you like parks."

Andy licked his lips nervously. "W-why did you kill him?"

Chucky's eyes glanced over at the dead body before resting back on Andy. "Why? To figure out where you live sport? Apparently, though, not everyone around here knows each others kids. Now, listen you little shit, if you so much as try and scream I will cause you so much pain you won't even be able to speak!"

Andy swallowed dryly, staring up at Chucky fearfully. "T-they know I'm gone. They'll come looking for me."

"Yeah, and when they get back you'll be a whole new you," Chucky laughed coldly.

He pushed Andy's head harshly down to the ground so his hand was more firmly on his forehead. Closing his eyes he opened his mouth to speak but Andy didn't give him a chance. He kicked Chucky off of him and turned himself over to get up.

"AHHHHH!" Andy let out a scream, falling back to the ground.

Something painful had sliced through his skin on his back. Andy's eyes were watering and he was clenching his jaw from the amount of pain throbbing through his nerves.

"I told you I would cause you unbearable pain," Chucky said, pulling on Andy's shirt as he turned him onto his back.

Andy cried out again as the wound touched the ground. Tears were

Streaming down his cheeks and he could scarcely breathe. Chucky's smirking face was above his as he placed his hand back on his forehead. Andy was taking many shallow breaths, barely able to stand the pain. Chucky suddenly closed his eyes and began chanting again, something that sounded like: 'aa di duay dembel aa'.

"Give me the power I beg of you!" Chucky said loudly. "Laver merci a—"

Andy had grabbed the shovel and rapidly slammed it into Chucky's head.

"FUCKKK! Youuuuuuuuu little SHIIIIIIT!" Chucky screamed as he was flung down the hill unable to stop himself from rolling.

Andy wasted no time in getting up and running back the way he came. The pain in his back was so bad he cried out as he ran as fast as possible. He took a cut through some neighbors' yards so that he wouldn't stay on the street in case he left any marks that Chucky could follow. He ran and ran and didn't stop even when his lungs were burning from exhaustion and his back was throbbing so bad he wanted to cry. As he reached the house, he realized that his back was most likely bleeding pretty bad and if Ceceila saw it she would question him.

Slipping inside the house, he ran upstairs hurrying before anyone saw him. He was thankful it was still fairly early in the morning. He could hear someone in the kitchen but they didn't seem to notice him run up the stairs. He raced into his room and closed the door, breathing deeply. Finally, the pain hit him and he winced terribly while limping into the bathroom. Very carefully, he pulled off his shirt, sucking in a breath when the fabric rubbed up against the cut.

Andy stood in front of the mirror and turned as far as he could to see his back. He could make out part of a deep gash from what looked like a knife or something. It was probably the pocket knife Andy saw him with the last time. The skin around the wound was broken and blood was coming out. Luckily, it wasn't gushing out blood. Grabbing a towel, he slipped the rest of his clothes off and climbed in the shower in order to clean the wound. It stung painfully at first but after five minutes or so he got used to it and was able to keep under the water.

Once out of the shower, he put on new clothes and stuffed the bloody shirt and dirty pants into his suitcase and hid them at the bottom. Putting a hand to his chest, he could feel that his heart was still beating frantically as if afraid that Chucky would jump out of his closet and attack him. He knew Chucky would be furious with him by now because he was quickly running out of time. Andy knew that the last time he was put back together he had two weeks to get Andy's soul—specifically when there was a full moon. Fishing around in one of the drawers, he found the sports calendar that had been on top of the drawer when he had first slept in the room. The calendar had holidays written on it, special events and even when a full moon, eclipse, or anything was predicted to happen. He glanced at the date searching for a full moon symbol.

"Oh no…," Andy whispered, as his eyes set sight on the date of the full moon. It was in exactly five days, which meant on the fifth day at midnight, Chucky's time would be up.

Five days wasn't that long and since that day was already a quarter of the way over, he had less than five days. Although Chucky probably didn't know how many days he had left, he could probably feel it as each day went by that he had less and less time. By tomorrow Chucky would probably know that he only had a few days left. Andy squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to pretend like none of it was happening again.

"Andy? Andy, sweetie, are you up?"

Andy's eyes snapped open just as the doorknob jiggled. Ceceila walked inside, smiling once she spotted him.

"I just want to let you know sweetie that tonight Jim and I are going out to a party. It'll end really, really late so I want you and Cody to behave."

"You're leaving?" Andy asked, feeling his heart just about stop in his chest.

"Yes, we're going to head out in about an hour and we'll just see you in the morning. Marie will be here to watch over you two, but she has a lot of errands to do so she can't watch the both of you 24/7. You two will just have to ignore each other or play nice, alright?" Ceceila asked.

Andy opened his mouth to respond, but Ceceila didn't give him a chance. "Oh drat! I've got to get to the drycleaners soon! Honey, I'll see you later! Oh, yes, before I forget," she said, turning back around, "Mrs. Malkum is going to call sometime today to ask you if you feel comfortable being adopted so make sure to answer the phone. I do hope you'll stay!" she smiled softly, blowing him a kiss. "I've got to go say goodbye to Cody now. Ciao!"

The door closed and Andy stood there feeling like he had been hit with a hammer in the chest. If Ceceila and Jim were going to be gone and only Marie was staying with them that would leave the house very empty and very easy to sneak into. What if Chucky found out where he lived? What if he was able to sneak into his room in the middle of the night and take over his soul? Cody certainly wouldn't come running to the rescue and Marie probably would be sleeping since she normally went to bed early.

It was still early, but Andy didn't feel much like playing around or even stepping foot outside of the house. He was too petrified of what would happen if he did. So for the rest of the day he remained indoors, hardly talking at all and mostly staying cooped up in his room. Only when it was time for dinner did he come downstairs and grab his plate and then rushed back upstairs. His back was still in pain, but it didn't hurt as much as it did earlier. Still, he wasn't able to lie down on his back, so when he crawled under the covers of his bed he lay on his side. It was only nine o'clock when he got in bed, but he wanted the night to pass by quickly so he decided to go to bed early and prayed he'd wake up the next morning.

For a while, Andy lie awake in bed, listening closely for any unusual sounds. Even the slightest creak made him jump. Taking slow breaths, he pulled the covers up over his head and shut his eyes, hoping to just fall right asleep so he wouldn't have to be so scared. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep until he felt someone shaking him violently.

Andy's eyes snapped open and he jumped up suddenly, feeling his heart racing. The figure that had been hovering over him stumbled back a bit, surprised by his sudden movement. Andy blinked in the darkness and waited for his eyes to adjust. He finally recognized Cody standing in front of him.

"Why did you do that?" Andy asked angrily, having wanted to stay asleep.

"I thought it was you making those strange noises," Cody said defiantly.

"What noises?" Andy asked.

Cody gazed at him for a second then looked at the door. "I heard a loud thud or something and I thought it was you trying to scare me."

Andy's throat constricted and he slowly slid out of the bed. "Well I didn't do it. I was sleeping."

Cody just shrugged and Andy could tell he was trying to hide the fact that he was scared.

"Um…maybe we should wake up Marie," Andy suggested.

"And what, tell her we're scared of the dark?" Cody snorted.

A loud crash from downstairs caused them both to jump. Andy glanced at Cody, who shared a similar look with him.

"It sounded like something breaking," Andy whispered, too afraid to raise his voice in the least.

Cody just nodded in agreement. Andy swallowed thickly and began walking toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Cody asked.

Andy glanced over his shoulder. "I'm going to go check on Marie. Stay here."

Cody was staring at him with furrowed eyebrows and Andy knew he was debating whether to come along or not. Being stubborn, as Andy walked out the door, Cody followed. Tip-toeing down the stairs, Andy glanced behind him to make sure Cody was close and then proceeded into the sitting room. He tried the lights just to double check if they were working.

"The power's still out," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at Cody, who stepped up behind him.

"Yeah, I could've told you that," he retorted, though his voice was very quiet.

Andy took in a deep breath and stepped into the room, squinting through the dark. He could make out pieces of furniture but couldn't see anybody. His throat felt dry and he licked his chapped lips hoping that Marie was somewhere nearby. Heavy breathing sounded beside him and he turned to see Cody glancing around the room as well. A thump made Andy and Cody both jump and they turned in different directions.

"Where did that come from?" Andy whispered, his breath hitching in this throat.

Cody just shrugged, looking around. Andy swallowed nervously and walked out of the sitting room and into the kitchen. He hated kitchens since the incident with Maggie when he was six. Kitchens had too many knives and sharp objects that Chucky could use to his advantage. Hopefully the power outage was due to a bad electrical wire and that Marie was just sound asleep somewhere. Andy hoped, but his instincts were not agreeing with that thought. A sharp squeak made him wheel around and he saw Cody slip and stumble, just barely catching himself with a chair.

"Ow, shit! Damn slippery floor," he muttered.

"Are you alright?" Andy whispered as he walked over, his heart pounding in his chest. That had certainly startled him.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he muttered wiping his hands on his past. "What the…what is this stuff?"

Andy blinked, still not used to the dark and stepped closer. Whatever Cody had slipped on was not only on the floor but now on his hands and his pants. Andy reached out and touched his hand bringing it closer. He smelled it and his breath hitched in his throat. The smell was all too familiar to him; it was blood.

"C-cody…don't move," Andy stammered quietly.

"What? What is it?" Cody asked, smelling his own hand. "Egh! It stinks."

Very carefully, Andy moved around Cody following the trails of the smeared liquid to around the large counter. He peered around the counter, facing the stove, and saw Marie lying face down on the floor with a knife sticking out of her throat and blood still oozing out of the wound.

"Andy, what…," Cody stepped behind him and froze when he laid eyes on Marie. "Oh my God…what the hell? Did…did she have an accident?" he asked nervously.

Andy bit his lip and then turned to face Cody. "It wasn't an accident," he whispered fearfully. Listen to me, Cody. You need to get out of here as fast as possible."

Cody's eyebrows furrowed. "What? What are you talking about? What do you mean it wasn't an accident? Did you know she hurt herself?"

"She didn't hurt herself," Andy whispered harshly. "Someone else hurt her."

Cody's eyes widened. "Wh…did you do this?"

"No! I didn't hurt her! It's someone…," Andy trailed off glancing into his face. "It's someone who's after me, okay? Now just get out of here! I don't want him to hurt you too."

"Andy, seriously, this isn't funny," Cody whispered back, glancing at Marie's body. "We have to call the police and then Ceceila."

"The phones aren't working," Andy replied instantly, knowing very well Chucky would've cut off every means of escape.

Chucky wouldn't hurt Cody though as long as Cody didn't know about him and as long as Andy wasn't with him. Chucky wanted him and only him, so if Andy remained there then Cody would be able to escape with his life.

"I can't tell you any more otherwise you'll be in danger. Just run like hell out of here and don't look back no matter what, okay? Get to the nearest police station and stay there until Ceceila comes to pick you up," Andy said.

"Wait, aren't you coming?" Cody asked, confused.

Andy shook his head. "No, I have to stay here. Just go!"

Cody stood there for several seconds just staring at him. "What's really going on, Andy?"

"I told you I can't tell you!" he whispered in frustration. "Would you just go already? If you don't he'll kill you too!"

"Who will?" Cody asked.

"Get out of here!" Andy hissed desperately, pointing to the door.

"Not until you tell me what's going on!" Cody retorted, looking torn between confused, angry and scared.

Andy's eyes snapped to his left, having seen a flash out of the corner of his eye. In a matter of seconds he leaped in front of Cody, pushing him roughly.

"What's the big idea?"

"AHHHH!" Andy screamed as a sharp, thin knife sliced through the skin of his arm.

Wincing, he clutched at his arm, feeling blood dripping down quickly. The knife was impaled above his elbow and it was throbbing so painfully Andy couldn't hold back the tears of agony that leaked down his cheeks. He was hunched over, clutching onto the chair of the kitchen table and he saw Cody's frightened and wide eyes even in the dark.

"Andy…what happened? Where did that knife come from? Shit…you're bleeding a lot," he said nervously, grabbing the nearest towel he could find.

Andy muffled his cry as Cody placed the towel beneath his arm to catch the blood.

"I think you're just supposed to leave the objects alone right? How are you supposed to stop the bleeding?" he asked frantically.

"Cody, stop! Just…just go! I told you, I'll be fine," Andy winced. "Would you stop being so damn stupid? If you stay any longer you'll get hurt! Get out of here!"

A high-pitched laugh caused Andy's head to snap up and Cody stood rigid with fright. Soft footsteps sounded and Andy saw a small figure emerge from the dark, carrying in his hand a very large knife. Chucky walked forward and with the light from the street lamps outside, Cody was able to make out exactly what he was.

"It…it's a doll," he whispered in Andy's ear.

Chucky's face scrunched into a malicious grin. "Got a problem with that kid?"

Cody's face whitened and he was frozen with fear, unable to say a word. Chucky just tapped the knife against his plastic hand.

"I'm very angry with you, Andy. You made it difficult for me to find you," Chucky grinned, staring at him intensely.

Cody glanced at Andy, who just stared back at Chucky wordlessly, still wincing from the pain in his arm.

"You know him?" Cody whispered fearfully.

"Andy and I go way back," Chucky grinned. "It's a shame our relationship has to end so soon, but I need to get out of this fucking body before I go fucking insane!" he exclaimed. "And you aren't going to give me any more problems!" he pointed the knife toward Andy.

His plastic blue eyes caught sight of the knife impaled in his arm and he sneered. "Looks like it'll be hard to run with that."

"I'll come with you, Chucky…Just don't hurt anyone else, especially not Cody," Andy said, wincing again.

Chucky's lips curled upward and he laughed again, but he also tapped the tip of the knife against in chin in thought. "I suppose I don't have to kill him, as long as I get out of this damn plastic piece of shit! Maybe I should at least cut out his tongue so he won't say anything."

"He won't!" Andy exclaimed, as Cody's face paled.

"Well then," Chucky laughed coldly, "I guess it's time for me to have a new family. Lie down, Andy," Chucky smirked coldly, "otherwise he gets it."

The knife was now pointed in Cody's direction and Andy bit his lip, knowing he had no choice. Gasping as pain shot through his nerves, he took a few steps forward and carefully lowered himself onto the floor. Cody was watching with wide eyes looking back and forth between Andy and Chucky. Chucky placed his cold, plastic hand on Andy's forehead and at once Andy knew it was all over.

Suddenly the front door opened and laughter filled the room. Andy blinked, a terrified expression overcoming his features as he glanced at Cody, who wore a similar expression. Chucky's head snapped up hearing the sound, but before he could utter a word footsteps came toward the kitchen. Chucky suddenly froze, pretending to be a doll again and Ceceila and her husband walked inside.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with the lights?" Ceceila asked.

"I'm not sure," Jim relied, flicking the lights on and off.

Ceceila stepped forward and let out a sharp scream, clutching her chest.

"Andy? Cody? Is that you?"

Andy felt Chucky's hand tightening on the arm with a knife through it to get him to answer.

"Y-yes, it's us."

"Boys! What are you doing up so late? And why are you hiding in the dark? I can scarcely see you!" Ceceila exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.

"P-please help us," Cody stammered.

"I'm sure you both can help yourselves to bed," Jim said, taking off his suit jacket.

"Come on you two," Ceceila said, approaching them. "Andy, what the…what's this?" she said, gesturing to the knife. "Are you guys playing some sort of fighting game?"

Jim walked over and peered down, squinting in the darkness with only the dim moonlight to help. "It sure looks real. How'd you boys do that?"

"I don't approve of fighting games!" Ceceila said harshly, grabbing the knife and pulling it out.

Andy screamed loudly in agony and rolled over, clutching his arm as Chucky rolled right off him.

"Andy, what—stop! What's the matter?"

"Andy!" Jim exclaimed, grabbing his sore arm.

Andy screamed out again as tears dripped down his cheeks and Jim let go immediately. He glanced down at his hand and then bent down to smell it.

"Jesus, this is real blood!"

"Oh my God!" Ceceila exclaimed, cupping a hand over her mouth. "Andy, darling, what happened? I'm so, so sorry. Baby, talk to me," she said, helping him up.

Cody was rigid and watching with wide eyes, keeping his eyes forward as if in shock. Ceceila glanced up at him.

"Cody! What happened to Andy? Were you boys playing with knives? God, Jim get some towels!" Ceceila shouted.

Jim quickly ran toward the drawer with towels. He gasped loudly as he slipped, just barely catching himself on the counter. His eyes caught sight of the still body in front of him.

"Ceceila!" he called back, staring at Marie. "I think Marie's been knocked out."

"She's dead! She's dead!" Cody screamed, standing up quickly. "She's dead and he's going to kill us all!"

"Cody, calm down," Ceceila begged, a frightened expression on her face. "No one's dead, alright?"

"He killed her and he tried to kill me!"

"Who, Andy?" Ceceila asked, glancing down at Andy who was still breathing heavily from the pain.

"No, the doll! The doll that's alive! Chu—UGH!"

Cody's eyes widened in shock as his mouth stayed open, getting cut off mid-sentence. Ceceila suddenly let out a scream that echoed so loudly. Jim, who had checked to see if Marie was alive, rushed over as quick as possible.

"Marie's dead, Ceceila! I don't know what happened…there's blood everywhere, and…," he trailed off as he noticed Ceceila was shaking horribly and was staring wide-eyed in front of her.

Jim's eyes looked to Cody and let out a sound of surprise as they saw the knife sticking through his stomach. Blood was oozing down and Cody was moving his jaw, trying to scream or let out some sort of sound. The knife made a sick sound as it was pulled right out of him. Cody let out a scream of agony and collapsed on the floor, shaking violently. Ceceila rushed over to his side.

"Cody! CODY NO! Cody, please!" Ceceila begged, bursting into tears as she lifted the boy into her lap.

As she brushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead, noticing the dribble of blood spilling out of his mouth, her eyes lifted up to see Chucky standing in front of her with the bloody knife in his hand. He had his all too familiar plastic grin on his face with cold, narrowed eyes.

"Hello, mommy," he sneered. The hand holding the knife suddenly lashed out, slicing right through her neck.

Her entire head didn't fall off, but most of it became unattached. Jim let out a scream, calling Ceceila's name as she fell right over onto the floor, blood spilling out everywhere. Cody was still taking ragged breaths, unable to move or breathe properly. Chucky sneered down at him and with one movement lifted the knife over him.

"NO LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Andy screamed, moving forward.

Jim suddenly grabbed him, preventing him from getting close. "No Andy!"

Chucky plunged the knife through Cody again, who gasped with pain, his eyes watering with tears. A second later his breath stopped and his eyes remained wide and staring up at the ceiling. Jim's eyes were fixed on Cody's unmoving body. He pushed Andy behind him, glaring at Chucky with all his might.

"Andy, run," he said firmly.

Andy shook his head, feeling the pain in his arm throb. Jim's eyes flickered behind him onto Andy.

"GO NOW!"

Andy jumped up and stumbled backward, unsure of what to do. He saw Jim pick up a knife from the drawer and Chucky stared at him, pulling the bloody knife out of Cody's chest.

"NO BODY KILLS MY FAMILY AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!" Jim roared, lunging at Chucky.

Chucky rolled out of the way of the attack, laughing hysterically as he scampered away.

"Where are you, you little shit?" Jim shouted.

"Over here, dick-face!" Chucky laughed just as Jim wheeled around.

Chucky threw a knife at his leg and it plunged right into his calf. Jim cried out in pain and slowly reached down and grasped it, wincing as he pulled it out. Blood dripped out of the fresh wound.

"ANDY I SAID RUN!" Jim yelled.

Andy jumped, having been hypnotized by the scene before him. His eyes rested on Cody and Ceceila's unmoving bodies. He glanced at Jim, who was breathing heavily and limping but still posed with the knife, ready to attack Chucky with everything he had.

It won't be enough…it never is! It doesn't matter how angry he is, Chucky will win. He'll kill him too!

Andy felt tears of pain well up in his eyes and it wasn't from the throbbing wound in his arm. This had been the closest place to feeling like home and now…

He wheeled around and ran toward the door, not even glancing over his shoulder. He couldn't watch; he had to get away! If Chucky got him too Jim's death, as well as Cody's and Ceceila's, would all be in vain. Andy nearly slipped as he reached the front door, but he threw it open and ran out, just as he heard Jim screaming in pain. Tears fell down his cheeks but Andy didn't stop running. He ran and ran even when his legs were aching and his lungs were burning. He didn't stop and he didn't look back. Even as he ran, he knew the endless nightmare would only become worse the closer it got to Chucky's deadline. He wanted it to end! A part of him wanted to have died with Cody and Ceceila and now Jim; he didn't want to fight Chucky anymore or watch any more people die! At the same time, he couldn't give up. He had to find a way to defeat Chucky and prove his innocence. He would find a way! That was the only thing that kept him going. And now, he only had one place to go: back to the Foxrun Children's Orphanage.

TO BE CONTINUED…