Chapter 8
Marvin held the can of beans to the fire, his attempts to cook it from the inside.
"Roshes and whiskers on kittens, la la la."
He'd managed to scrape up some money from begging but with his addictions it wouldn't last. He heard a pop and was tempted to check the lid.
"These are a few of my favorite things" he sang. A footstep beside him out of the corner of his eye came a child. Marvin turned.
"Woah, you skeered me there kiddo. Whatchu want." His words slurred. The child, but it wasn't a child, said one phrase.
"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?" Marvin put down his bean can and gave all attention to the doll.
"Well this is one of those good boy dolls that do everything." He grabbed the doll and held it in the air by the arm.
"I like to be hugged" it continued with its programmed response, but then the voice changed.
"But what I'd really like" the doll pulled out a knife. "Is for you to get your filthy hands off me."
Chucky reached forward and slit the man's throat. Marvin began to cough incessantly and dropped Chucky, who landed perfectly on one knee. Marvin dropped to the ground dead and Chucky used the man's shirt to clean his knife.
"Murder and mayhem and lots of killing." He sang to nobody in particular, "these are some of my favorite things."
Then Chucky saw it, the can of baked beans. He was becoming more and more human, soon it would be mandatory for him to eat and drink. Chucky used the knife to cut open the can and poured the hot beans into his small mouth. I've missed food, it's been nearly ten years since I've eaten. Chucky pulled the dead man's trench coat off and reached in the pockets pulling out ten dollars. Well whadya know, he was somebody. Chucky put his arms through the sleeves and grabbed a nearby fedora. It's a little big but it's better than nothing.
Chucky looked at his reflection in the puddle of blood and for the first time he really thought about how ridiculous his situation was. It's been eight years since I died and I'm still a damn toy.
It were times like this when he wished he hadn't killed the old Voodoo priest, John. Maybe he could've helped me find another way out.
If Eddie hadn't left me with ol' detective Norris, I wouldn't have been shot and have to put my soul in the doll. Chucky waddled out of the dark alley and made his way to the dimly lit bus stop bench nearby and sat down next to the rats. Disgusting creatures eating their own shit. Just like Eddie when I blew up our old hideout with him in it. Yeah that's all Eddie was, a big old rat.
Chucky remembered when he and Eddie robbed a gas station in 85. Chucky had shot the cashier in the face after she handed him the money. They spent the rest of the night shooting up coke in the hideout with his girlfriend Tiffany. Eddie wasn't one for killing, he'd hold people at knife point but he refused to kill anyone. Such a pussy, such a waste.
Tiff would kill for me like her life depended on it. She was head over heels for ol' Charles. But she wouldn't kill kids. That was her only flaw, her one weakness. I'd kill kids if I had to, hell I'd gladly kill Andy if I didn't need him alive.
The bus pulled up to the station and Chucky climbed aboard. He pulled the trench coat close and his fedora down to keep the illusion of a midget.
"Stop at Lockwin Academy." He put the ten dollar bill in the bus driver's tip jar. The driver tried his best not to stare.
"Oh, Ayup. It's just a twenty minute ride or so." Chucky walked to the back of the bus ignoring all of the stares from the other passengers. The bus driver spoke again, "going home are we?" Chucky balled his fist and sat down on the seat as the bus took off. I hate being this goddamn plastic freak.
I could've been out of here years ago if that boy hadn't made life so difficult. But I've got another chance to get out. And once I do, I'll be able to start my life over again. And with everything I know I'll be a millionaire by the time I'm eighteen. Every single time they were interrupted. Chucky thought of the chant. It feels so wonderful to feel it's power, a living thing responding to my words. The power of mighty Damballa, very mighty.
Chucky remembered the one time he actually saw Damballa. Once was enough, enough to last a lifetime.