Pushing Daisies

Preface: This story is told OUT OF ORDER. Each chapter will take place in a different time in Sarahs Career spanning from her initial incident to her final battle. the tale will be complete, dont worry about that. the journey might be long and it may take a bit of detective work to put it in order but i promise you a COMPLETE and FULLFILLING story. the book is mostly done and i will be choosing which chapter to release at random to keep it interesting. each chapter is a self contained story so dont worry about it being too confusing. -Lily Spellman Chapter 4: "I never played with dolls..." The hallways a moment ago were full of screams, now they are silent, the apartment was full of chaos and now it is still. Susie holland has died, she lays hunched over the kitchen island counter, a rack of knives knocked over just out of reach face frozen in terror and pain and confusion. a few feet away on the couch watching the dim glow of Dracula on television sits Tommy, motionless and tear-streaked. and there he will sit, until his mother comes home a half-hour later. the night carries on. silent, chaotic... The smell of urine permeated the halls as she strolled down past the still buzzing front entry and headed to the elevators. "yup, new york summer," she thought to herself as she hit the elevator button and stretched he back, cracking it loudly while groaning like some unearthly zombie. she leaned against the wall yawning and doing her best "I'm not tired" impression all the while attempting to come up with some sort of plan, usually, she thinks ahead, has things ready but this time she just didn't care... "kick the little bitch across the floor and just stomp it to death" she mused out loud "like honestly, he's like 3 feet tall." her tolerance for waiting started to come crashing down as the elevator light slowly drifted downwards like a silent "fuck you" in the flickering lights of the apartment lobby. FINALLY, it stopped, the door opened and she got in, smashing the 14th floor and continuing her half nap against the wall. BING! The doors open and Sarah is jarred from her half-asleep stupor, "Figures" she muttered as she headed out the door and down the hall, glancing at the numbers on the doors and smelling the ghost of a thousand dinners as she passed, stopping at 606 and knocking a little song. "oooohhhh... I get it, heh almost clever" she half mumbled, staring at the apartment number "but its not...i mean come on...666...its like you got your spooks from a complete Mor...HELLO Mrs Ware?" she stumbled on her words as the door opened and the awkward, half-dead smile of Mrs (name) Greeted her. "yes! and you must be Sarah?" 'Lady's losing it' Sarah thought to herself 'we literally just met yesterday to discuss the job...' "...yeah..um did you still need me tonight or?" "YES YES," Mrs Ware exclaimed "Come in, ill be finished in a few and then ill get going! thank you so much for accepting,we've had some..issues keeping or even getting a babysitter, Tommy's so well behaved but he gets...excited? when I'm not around." Excited...hah. 3 babysitters so far have been found brutally murdered after watching the child, the attacks are so vicious and with such force I'm not even sure the kids doing it, swore I smelled slasher stink, The mom is clueless, on edge and clearly breaking. shes easily missing the elephant in the room at that moment Tommy wandered into the living room where Sarah stood waiting as his mother ran around the small apartment gathering keys, purse, coat, spraying perfume and checking mirrors... 'i take it you go out ALOT...poor kid' She thought. "Hey there...little...hey!" Sarah said trying her best "I'm a goofy fun person" voice. "Hey" Tommy solemnly replied, he clearly wasn't having a great time. "so...you excited to hang out tonight?" she asked "I guess..." Tommy said back, trying his hardest to not make eye contact "Right!" Mrs Ware interrupted "I'm off! thank you so much for this! just, make yourself at home, ill be back by 10:30 and just make sure he's in bed by 9!" and as fast as she could talk, which was incredibly fast, she was gone and Sarah was left alone with the little one... The couch Creaked as Sarah did her best ass dive onto it, lurching it backward with a comfortable groan. "so squirt" said Sarah, glancing over at Tommy with her insane wide eyes and mad lady smile "whatcha wanna do" "I dunno," Tommy said. "board game? she said cheerfully noting the shelf full of vintage board games collecting dust from family time never spent. Tommy stared back blankly. "hookay....snacks?" Tommy Stared back blankly... "well then... let's watch a movie?" Tommy...stared back silently... Sarah slowly let her gaze

leave the boy and she began to scan through the channels, 2 old ladies cooking and drinking, a dinosaur poorly rendered in a badly informed documentary, a cartoon with too many bright colors and not enough plot, an old Godzilla flick... "Wait!" Tommy shouted finally breaking his odd silence and running over to the couch to cozy in "my kind of kid" Sarah smirked, she pulled the kid in close and they settled in for a movie. 45 minutes later and she started feeling ripped off. how dare her incredible super cool skills fail her, she's always been right, shes NEVER mistaken the signs or the weird smell of the supernatural. it smells like Fritos. "Hey," Tommy said, startling Sarah causing her to spasm as tho shed been electrocuted, "holy crap I forgot you were here, but cool. what's up?" "Wanna play hide and seek? me and Chucky are real good at it!" Tommy exclaimed with a smile on his face.

OH.MY.GOD! Sarahs mind exploded "Chucky? no waaaaay! so cool, he's a big-time goon, hell be my first! oh man if I can get a cool trophy off him everyone gonna be so jelly!.... Play it cool" "Sure, I guess.." Sarah replied trying her best to hide her overjoyed weirdo joy at the incredible luck of her situation. and to think! she thought it was another possessed kid, a little bit of mojo and poof, done. easy and boring. but THIS. THIS was Chucky, the notorious serial killer doll, possessed by a madman and driven to kill by an insatiable appetite for bloodshed! a voodoo master! and most importantly, super super small! this was gonna be cake! like punching babies in a bucket.

"Okay," Tommy announced as he ran off towards his bedroom, "I'll get Chucky, and you close your eyes and start counting!" 'seriously' Sarah thought to herself as she closed her eyes and began counting...."One....two..." 'so I close my eyes and when I open them the place is dark and they are both like gone and then he's gonna pop out and try to kill me... ' "Three...Four" 'so with the apartment as small as it is he's only got a few options really.." ' Five...six...' "the last girl was across the island...gonna say..." 'Seven....eight" "Behind the t.v. cabinet... close enough to lunge at her as she dove to the counter...' "Nine...Ten!" Sarah opened her eyes and was greeted with the demented smiling face and wild orange hair of Charles lee ray, his arm raised and a knife held tight, "Say goo..." "OH SHIT" Sarah interrupted as she grabbed the doll by its hair and slammed it as hard as she could into the nearby wall then quickly stomping its back about 4 times before kicking it hard against the same wall all the while its groaning form going limper. "CHUCKY" Tommy screamed "What did you do?!", "Hey, little freak scared the shit out of me, did you know this thing is evil?" Sarah asked. "well yeah, it wasn't really secretive about stabbing people. he just kind of did it." "What the fu...why didn't you tell anyone!" she hollered back forgetting about the half-dead puppet psycho laying 2 feet from her "WOULD YOU?" he yelled back, "fair point. All of a sudden a small, raspy voice came from behind "F..fuckin b...b...bitch" The bloody, mangled puppet now crawling to its feet said, hatred burning in its eyes. Sarah turned and picked up the doll eyeing it for a moment before she started beating it off the wall like a rug."You know what sucks about your deal Chuckster?" Sarah laughed while staring at the broken mass in her hands "Your voodoo is a BAD deal, you know, the longer you spend in a form, the more your bound to it, meaning you're not so immune. you have blood, and things to break. your like, a tiny, shitty asshole of a human. a baby. I just beat the shit out of a baby. granted it had a knife,sooo self-defense" She headed over to the kitchen, popping the oven onto its highest setting and resting the semi-conscious doll ontop. "so that shit, REALLY hurt I'm guessing. like I just kicked your ass." she leaned back and opened the stove door checking the heat with her hands, "but this.." she smiled, picking up the doll and placing it into the oven "this is gonna suck" Closing the door and leaning back, it took a few minutes for the screams to die down, the pounding took longer. the look on Tommy's face however never left. he was afraid. not of Chucky. but of his so-called savior. 15 minutes later and smoke started to billow from the oven door. "FUCK!" Sarah exclaimed ripping the door open and fanning away the smoke, peering in to see nothing but melted plastic and charred clothes. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she yelled slamming the door shut again and sulking against the counter. "WHAT! DID HE SURVIVE! IS HE ANGRY?!" Tommy cried as he dashed from the couch to behind it. "no," Sarah said dryly "I forgot my fuckin trophy.."

It's 10:36 the hallways are silent, Mrs Ware slowly opens the door to the apartment, she braces herself as her eyes adjust to the dark of the apartment, the only light the tv glowing as some old movie flashed brightly, flickering in only the way an old movie could against the walls of the stillness of the dark. seeing a large dent in the wall her heart dropped. she looked around for Tommy...Tommy and that...DOLL...But all she found, on the couch, under a blanket, were Sarah and Tommy, asleep. END