Good Guys Finish Last (Chucky Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I felt a stiff tiny hand grasp my shoulder and a knife slipping up my neck to my face. I quivered in fear as I heard a cackling male voice call out:

"What's the matter Mabel, afraid of dolls?" Then I heard a ear throbbing laughter echo throughout the dark corridor.

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I squeaked when I awoke. Only a dream. I saw the lady who dropped the water on me from before staring at me. She looked really astonished as she had her hand on my shoulder. I glanced at her in a dazed confused way.

"Why are you still here? You're supposed to be off the plane!" The other mean waitress yelled before the could say something.

"Huh?" I asked with a strong sense of drowsiness to my voice.

"Everyone's gone, they all left. You need to leave, now!" Exclaimed the other. She pointed to the exit with a stern expression. I looked around the white interior plane. Not a single soul to be seen.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed I jumped out of my seat and stuffed my blanket into my backpack. "How long have I been asleep for? What time is it?" I question frantically. The two women looked at each other before responding,

"Some time, it's 1:10."

"I'm going to be in so much trouble." I muttered as I threw my backpack over my shoulders.

"You already are." Replied one of them as she put her hand on her hip. I almost tripped getting out of the section.

"Think about getting a watch next time." Said the rude waitress as she grabbed my arm. She let go and I zoomed down the isle. "And no running in the airplane!" She reprimanded. As I exited the aircraft, the waitress said to the other: "What a mess."

"Tell me something I didn't know." Replied the other with a snicker.

1:10, 1:10, 1:10. The time echoed in my head, I was already 10 minutes late and my grandparents and my cousin Oliver was going to meet me at 1:00, all the security I have to go through too...

A member of airport security pulled me over and gave me an odd look.

"Hey, where did you come from kid?" The young security guard asked.

"I, I just got off the plane." I said nervously.

"Oh really? What plane?" He questioned with his arms crossed.

"It came from Ohio, to here." I said motioning it with my hands timidly.

"Shananagins, the passengers came off 15 minutes ago." He argued looking at a grey watch on his wrist.

"I'm telling the truth sir." I said shaking slightly.

"Where's your passport?"

"Uh, okay." I responded and rustling in my backpack, I pulled out a crinkled white slip and offered it to him. As he took it he inspected it closely and pulled out a small light and shined it in the passport. He took his time inspecting it some more as I stood waiting in anticipation. He gave an approving nod and returned it to me.

"Okay, you're fine. Sorry kid, we have to be careful here in Chicago. Ever since that Charles Lee Ray guy died, we've been trying to become a safer place by spotting out the innocent and the criminals." He apologized with hesitance. It was if he regretted speaking of the guy to me or just was hesitant to say something about him. Charles must've been a troubled person.

"Charles Le-Lee Ray?" I asked with shaking curiosity. I looked up at him with wide blue green eyes.

"Uh, well, don't worry about it. He's long gone now." He persuaded me to forget the subject, and I tried, but the topic was on my mind as I left the security guard. I brushed it off when I greeted my grandparents from a distance.

The two family members were Octavius Downey and Margret Downey. They both were the parents of my mother, and tried to raise her to the best of their ability. My grandfather was a gentleman, a polite, witty, and well educated man who loves a joke every so often, a perfect match for my grandmother, a sincere and creative woman with medium length black hair. The fun thing was that they were both around 65, that isn't too old, I think.

My grandmother ran towards me and threw her arms around me. Beyond her shoulders I saw my grandfather standing behind her chuckling. He had a smile of happiness on his face and had his hand on my luggage.

"Sweetie! I missed you so much! I'm so glad to see you again! We're going to have so much fun together!" She exclaimed in pure joy. It was definitely going to be fun living with them. The only issue was my grandfather being extremely strict at times, school, and constantly being surrounded by grandma's loving attitude towards me. I hated being fused over and most of the time I considered myself awkward and shy, my grandma was just the opposite.

"I missed you too." I said with a fragment of a smile.

"I don't think that she's used to all of this excitement." My grandfather explained with a smirk, still standing a distance away. My grandma grinned at the comment.

"Where's Ollie?" I asked after my grandma let go of me.

"Ollie wanted be here, but he had to work late today and was very exhausted, at least that's what he told me to say." Margret remarked.

"That slacker." I joked tugging my book bag's straps. My grandma nudged me lightly.

"Are you ready to hit the road? We have awhile until we reach home too, we have no time to waste." Grandpa announced motioning for us to leave.

"We're ready!" Grandma called out. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the airport.