Chapter Six

This past Friday was super funsies. I got to play Magenta in the Rocky Horror Picture Show interactive stage production at a college near where I live. It was one of the more spontaneous and awesome things I've done in my 25 years of living so far.

Also, thank you to the wonderfully amazing LuxBlack for the amazing piece of art featuring Chucky and Tiff for this fanfic! I love it! This fic is dedicated to you!

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"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. No! No fucking way," Eddie complained, shaking his head. His dark curly hair bobbed as he shut his eyes and shook some more. "I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this," he muttered.

Chucky rolled his eyes and wondered for the billionth time, why he was still hanging around with such a loser. Tiffany stood unusually quiet by her closet, Jessica's lifeless dark eyes, glazed over by death, and yet Tiff swore that the expression on her face was accusatory. "Shut up and wrap the body up. We're taking her out of here before Tiff's folks get back," Chucky ordered, in a calm cold voice.

"Alright alright," Eddie replied, throwing the dirty bed sheet over Jessica's corpse. He wrapped her up nice and tight, looking at Chucky expectantly.

"It barely weighs ninety pounds. Pick it up and take it to the van, fuck," Chucky yelled out in annoyance. "Tiff, go to her room and grab a bag and some clothes and shit. We'll have to make it look like she ran away or something," Chucky said, in a kinder voice.

Tiffany blinked and looked up at him. He was right of course, it's the only way that she wouldn't be found out and sent to jail. She nodded silently and then ran to Jessica's room. She gathered up all of Jessica's favorite outfits and shoved them hastily in her pink duffel bag along with some of her toiletries and some cash from her bureau.

"Tiff, we're ready to go," Chucky said, grabbing the bag from her.

"Okay," was all she said, as she followed him to Eddie's van. The three of them drove in silence to Eddie's where they'd wait till it was dark enough to venture out to the dump without being spotted.

Eddie went to go use the bathroom, leaving Chucky and Tiff alone in his living room. "I killed her. Chucky…I killed Jessi. Oh fuck, that felt so good…" Tiffany said, in a low breathy voice. Chucky smirked, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"That's good Tiff, don't worry. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you," Chucky said, making Tiffany laugh her cute laugh.

"Have you killed many people Chucky?" Tiffany asked, quietly.

"A couple of people. No one anyone will miss," Chucky answered, though his eyes told a different story. Still, she wasn't going to push it today. Chucky got unusually cold and distant whenever she asked about his family.

That night after disposing of her sister's corpse, Tiffany was eating dinner alone. Chucky and Eddie went to go get rid of Jessica's suitcase full of clothes and then he would call her later. She was on the expensive pearl white sofa, watching Some Like It Hot starring Marilyn Monroe when she got the urge to do something different to her hair. Marilyn was a classic beauty and Tiffany thought she two had those pinup curves, dying her hair blonde would be amazing.

Chucky would fall in love with her all over again. Putting down her plate and slipping on her black leather pants, and a violently purple tank top, Tiffany stood and when to put on her favorite black boots. Grabbing her keys off the table, she rushed out the door. Thankfully her parents still weren't home, and maybe she could get back before they arrived to avoid her mother's shrieking disapproval.

Lighting a cigarette, Tiffany walked faster down the darkening street, until she was in the shadier area. Tattoo parlors, piercing places, thrift stores, and the Diner, were the main points in this side of town. The nighttime weirdos were about, decorating the streets with their strange uniqueness. Tiffany loved being here.

She slipped into a punk rock beauty salon and smiled as a chair freed up. "Got time for one more?" Tiffany asked, making the lady with spiked pink hair look up. There was a spike through her labret and a ring through her septum, she wore torn skinny jeans, and a ratty Twisted Sister tee. A pair of dirty hightop sneakers sat next to her bare feet. The toenails were painted black, like the nails on her slender ring decorated hands.

"Sure, whatcha looking for?" she asked, as Tiffany took a seat in her "barber's chair"

"I want it to be like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Debbie Harry," Tiffany said, biting her magenta painted lip.

"You got it babe," she said, turning Tiffany around. In what seemed like no time at all Tiffany marveled at the reflection in the mirror. She looked amazing. "You like it?" she asked, making Tiffany turn around to face her.

"I. Love. It. Oh my God, you are amazing!" Tiffany said, making the pink hair chick smile. After paying her, Tiff decided that it was probably a good time to run on home before her parents got there.

"Jesus fucking Christ Chucky, your girlfriend is psycho," Eddie said, making Chucky glare at him.

"She's not psycho man, she's like me. And don't act like you've never killed anyone, asshole," Chucky said, as he drank a beer. Lately, Eddie had really been starting to annoy him but, he followed orders, despite being a fucking coward.

"Alright alright, fuck. I'm sorry man," Eddie said, taking a gulp of his own beer. They were watching the movie Psycho. Talk about irony. He honestly didn't know what Chucky and Tiffany saw in all that blood and guts crap.

Chucky was getting a bit excited, he didn't know what it was about killing that did it to him. "I'm going over to Tiff's. See you later," Chucky said, standing up. He slapped Eddie up and left, thinking about how crazy good it was to see Tiffany choke the life out of that little bitch. The look in her dark eyes was beyond arousing. Fuck, he had never wanted her more than he had in that moment.

He started jogging, wanting to get there sooner. Maybe he could spend the night, it wasn't like her parents actually slept. They were constantly passing out from drinking so much of their high-class booze. Tiffany wasn't like them at all and for that he was grateful. It's not like she pressured him to change. She loved him for who and what he was. When he got there, Tiffany's parents' car was parked in front of their two-car garage. The lights in the living room were out, and Tiffany's light was still on.

He couldn't help but, smile at the thought that when they awoke, they would think their precious Jessica ran away. But, he knew the truth. She was currently rotting in a dumpster with the hooker he killed. That crazy bitch nearly scared him to death. She reminded him so much of his mother…Elizabeth Ray. That crazy, sadistic, alcoholic bitch. The day he killed her was liberating, and he sure as hell didn't regret a damn thing. It's not as if anyone would miss the crack-whore, she didn't have a boyfriend, and no one suspected that little Charles Lee Ray would ever be capable of such violence.

He climbed the trellis, and opened Tiffany's window. He could hear her singing in the shower. She had a nice calming voice. That voice calmed him when he'd had that nightmare about that bitch Elizabeth. He slipped in and closed the window, lying down on her bed. It was barely a moment when he heard the shower turn off. There was some movement before Tiffany came out of the bathroom with a towel on. Her hair. It was different. It was shorter and blonde. She looked hot. So hot, dripping on her plush carpeted floor. Chucky wanted to grab her and rip that towel off of her. "Chucky!" Tiffany gasped, before smiling at him.

"You look great Tiff," Chucky said, grinning.

"I'm glad you like it, my mother just about had a shit fit but, Daddy calmed her down and they went and got drunk," Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.

"Come over here Tiff," he said, in a low voice. His shockingly light blue eyes, clouded over with a lustful need. Tiffany walked over to him and lowered herself on top of him. He ran a hand through her hair, and pulled the ribbon that held it up, softly out, letting her hair brush against her shoulders. His other hand cupped her bottom and squeezed tightly as he kissed her.

They had sex again that night, and it was rough but, passionate. That night, Chucky took her on her knees. He was like an animal that night and she took all of him into her. Afterwards, Chucky wrapped his arms around her and kissed her once more before they fell asleep in each other's arms. That night, his mother did not make an appearance in his dreams.

Well, I hated to end it here but it's freakin' late and I am tired. Sorry that it was so cheesy and romantic at the end there but, not to worry. More blood to come in the next chapter. Once again, many thanks to LuxBlack for the super awesome artwork!