Good Guys (A Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 13

HEY GUYS REGULAR CHAPTERS ARE BACK :D here it is!
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Lena's POV

"Hey, sweets. You look kind of worn out. Mind if I give you a ride?"

I glared at the driver who decided to casually pass by me. It was so annoying how I couldn't walk the streets without someone talking to me. I didn't want to talk at all. Or get some looks from weird perverts. Not to sound self conceited but I was one of the best looking girls there was in my area of Chicago. Well, according to people. Mostly the weird creeps.

"No, thanks. I'm good." I quickly walked away so he wouldn't bother me anymore. With everything that was happening, no thank you. My sister was recently imprisoned and i was on my way to go pay her a visit. It was night outside but maybe they would still let me see her. Her time wasn't going to be long. Only a few months. But in that hell hole, it would seem like forever. She had beaten up a group of girls who threatened her because they believed that their boyfriends were in some sort of sexual relationship with her. Honestly, I think any guy would bang her. She was the prettiest person I knew.

From where I was I could see the prison perfectly. Hopefully I could still see my sister at this time of night. My cell phone had died recently so there was no time for me to check.

Considering it was this late, I wasn't tired. I felt wide awake, maybe it was because of the anticipation. The nice cool air made it easier to stay awake, too. I always loved the smell of burning wood at night with the cool breeze.

I pulled my zipper up further. It was getting colder. The prison was really close now, if only there was a chance for me to go in. There were barely any lights on inside. Damn it. Oh well guess I'll try anyway. I walked all the ways here didn't I?

There were cameras everywhere in this place. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if I got sniped right now. I walked calmly to the front gate. Everything looked completely lifeless. Well, guess I'm too late.. I really had to start going places at the right times.

A guard standing outside of the prison noticed me. He began to walk over cautiously.

"Hello, miss. Can I help you?"

"Yes. I came to pay a visit to my sister."

"Sorry but I'm afraid it's too late for that. Why don't you try coming back tomorrow?"

I sighed heavily, irritated with myself.

"Sure," I muttered.

"Thank you. Have a good night."

Turning around, I rolled my eyes before walking away. Just wasted my damn time.

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Chucky's POV

"Look, buddy. Do you know any place where we can find some good weapons? Me and my... Um.. Pals need them."

Extreme tension was felt all around the room. I wanted to break it so badly. We've only been here for a short ass time and this has already been happening; Dennis crying and Dean giving Roy the "I'm gonna fucking kill you" stare. Was there something that I didn't know about? Did they know Roy? I couldn't ask because who knows if they would even respond to me or not.

"Well there's none here, Chuck. Actually hold on."

That was when he pulled out a hand made knife. It looked pretty good actually. Great for slashing at the knees or slitting the throat.

"You made this?" I asked.

Roy nodded, handing it to me. "It's one of the few I've got. I've been making them for the time I've been here. Take it and leave. I don't want anyone seeing this shit. I seriously can't fucking believe this. You're a mother fucking doll!"

"I know, pal. No need to act so surprised anymore. I kind of hate to talk about it. Thanks for doing this. Maybe we'll see each other again?"

Before hearing Roy's response, I heard the voice of a woman outside. I could somewhat hear the conversation.

"Hello, miss. What can I help you with?"

"I'm coming to see my sister."

And that was pretty much all I could hear. My curious ass self couldn't help but try to listen more. It was a long way down from the window. Looking for ways to climb would be really beneficial. The wall wasn't built so perfectly. In fact, it looked pretty old and some bricks stuck out here and there. Maybe that could be used to have us climb up to the window.

Dennis noticed I was starting to leave, and tried to pull Dean along. This didn't work at all. At least for a few minutes it didn't. Denny pleaded his friend to leave but Dean wouldn't budge. A little while later, something suddenly pushed him away.

"Come on. Let's get the hell outta here."

Fixing the backwards chain around his neck, Dean gently pushed Dennis to hurry up. The young doll was the first to climb up in case he fell so we would be at the bottom to catch him. Eventually me and Dean climbed up after him. I was thankful to get out of that place. We only got one "weapon" from Roy but I could always steal others.

When we got to the top of the window, my eyes spotted a girl with dark hair, now putting on her hood from a jacket. I watched as she walked away from the prison.

Once she was gone, we all jumped down and landed on the roof down below. It wasn't a big drop so we didn't receive any injuries. Where to now? I asked myself. Maybe they had plans to go back to the late night place, but it was up to them.

"Where to, boys?"

Denny shrugged and yawned. "Well I'm tired. Can we go back to the club, Deanie?"

The red head doll nodded. "Sure, bud. But Chucky? May I have that?" He pointed to the weapon Roy had gave me.

"Um, sure." The knife was now in his hands. He inspected it for a brief moment before putting it in his pants pocket.

"Ok so Denny wants to go back to the club. I guess we'll go there then. We basically have no other place to go to. What about you Chucky?"

"I'll tag along," I said. "I kind of don't have any other place to be either."

Dean had a grin on his face after hearing. "Ok back to the place it is. If that fucker tries to get at us again, I'll land a fist in his balls next time."

Dennis let out a giggle as we all jumped down from the last roof, and made our way back to the club.