"Shauna, you see this?"

Shauna turned her head from the window overlooking Michigan Avenue, or at least it would have if the John Hancock wasn't completely obstructing her view. The Watertower Place resided directly next to it. A seven story mall with a food court for the ages, where she and Ozzy had stopped.

The sun was beginning to set now, but the streets only seemed to get more crowded. Rush hour was probably building up on the Ryan too. Ozzy, Shauna and the Rays had spent the day around the city, making numerous stops and stays at some of the amenities. They had gone up and down streets entering whatever shops they pleased, picking up necessities for survival.

It was strange, the entire time up until their "appointment" with whoever had called them at Jon's place, Ozzy and Shauna couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. As they drove, the thoughts of Shadowmen watching them from rooftops or windows lingered heavily. The Rays didn't seem fazed at all. They stayed in the car while Ozzy and Shauna went about their business, just lounging in the back seat of the Mustang. If they were being watched, then the Cult didn't seem to be making any moves. Chucky liked to think that they knew he was traveling with him and didn't want to fuck with him. Logical, but Burton's minions had no fear of Chucky and his family. That just made killing them all the more fun.

Ozzy enthusiastically put his plate on the table, sitting across from his girlfriend. "Shauna, you know what this is? That's a chicken quesadilla next to lo mein next to a calzone. This place has everything!" FoodLife, it's the move when you're in Chicago. Seriously, they got everything. Shauna chuckled, she just had a simple grilled cheese.

"I can't imagine the unholy fusion of gases you got building up in your stomach right now," she joked. Ozzy had started eating, starting with the lo mein.

"I'll pace myself, just like I do with everything," he said, a noodle being slurped up into his closed lips. Shauna propped herself up against the window their table was at, her the glass would've cold to the touch had it not been for the new Blackhawks sweatshirt she picked up at a store in the same mall.

"I'm eating light," she bit her sandwich, "I don't want any extra weight to hold me back when we got to run tonight. Won't be able to run for our lives if we're in a food coma."

"You think it's gonna be shady?"

"I mean...we could die tonight." Their entire day felt like it was their last. The not so cryptic phone call, the she-person who knew who and what Ozzy was and claims to have the Soul of Damballa, it seemed all too convenient. They, along with the Rays, realized this the moment she had hung up. But it was all they had to go by for now, the only lead.

"And the day before, and the day before," reminded Ozzy, "For dead people walking, we're pretty good at this. I mean look, not a scratch on us. Two and a half days and counting."

"That's what I'm worried about, Ozzy. We've had it good for too long...how's the mark behaving?"

"Oh fuck, don't remind me," he hissed, "I'm terrified to look at the damn thing now."

"At least you haven't 'abracadabra-ed' anything. I'd think you would've been walking around with random shit floating around you like you're some sort of telekinetic supervillain. Start out small with chairs but then next thing you know you're moving mountains just by flicking your wrist at it. Oh shit, Ozzy, what if you're able to rip planes from the sky whenever you raise your hand?" Her boyfriend shuddered.

"Wonderful, I always wanted to be a super terrorist." Ozzy covered the mark fearfully. The poor guy really had no desire to use those powers. For his own needs, for the benefits of others, fuck that noise, getting diagnosed with other worldly or magical powers is scary. How do superhero origin stories not have a part where they shit themselves?

Shauna laid a hand on her boyfriend's. "I'm just talking about the what ifs. I'm not saying you'll actually do those things...but if you did that would probably make me wet as fuck but that's beside the point. Point is true power is choosing not to use it, and in those terms, you are a god, Ozzy."

"Yeah, I guess Damballa picked the wrong guy," the Acolyte chuckled, "Damn, I haven't even gotten to the calzone yet." Shauna, meanwhile, had cleaned her plate.

"I'm probably going to get a mini cupcake for the road. Need the sugars."

"Wait, they got desserts?" Ozzy at once completely lost interest in the calzone. Shauna pointed to the desert station.

"Yeah, over there. I think they got crepes." Ozzy was up after a pause.

"I never had a crepe before!"

Shauna sighed to herself, she would ask "how?" later. I mean, maybe there's a reason. Who would want to eat a food that's just one letter switch away from spelling 'creep'? After Ozzy would be done with whatever food safari he was on they would head back down to the parking garage where the Rays awaited them in the cracked windowed car.

"C'mon, they look just like them! They must be descendants! And everyone's an animal! That implies a shared cinematic universe."

Glenda had been shouting at Glen from where she sat with her mother. She had been reapplying the makeup that Tiffany had lost during their night in that fountain and she was almost done. The kit had been picked up by Shauna as a small favor (to Tiffany, not to Glenda) earlier in the day. Tiffany smiled and glanced over to her side, giving her daughter enough to do her eye shadow. Despite her needless shouting match with Glen, Glenda was handling it well. Every little stroke was smoothly done and kept her mother relaxed. Though Tiffany's dis amusement with the twins' voice raising would often be expressed with lengthy intervals of lip curls.

"Oh my god! You're mental! They are so obviously two different movies!" Glen yelled, judging by his tired but big hand gestures, they had been going about this for a while.

"Please, it wouldn't have made sense to make that movie if it wasn't an indirect sequel!"

"Zootopia isn't the sequel to Robin Hood! What the bloody hell is the matter with you? Sir Hiss was a fucking snake! He's a reptile!"

"That's what the mayor wants you to think-"

"Glenda..sweetface…" Tiffany had to try to not yell here.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry, mom." Glenda wet her finger and rubbed off some of the eye shadow she had accidently applied the eye shadow on her mom's brow. Tiffany was able to see herself in the rear view mirror.

"Awww, thanks Glenda. Mommy looks just like a queen again."

"Wait, not done yet," Glenda gave a quick peck on her cheek, "There, now, you're good."

"Love you too, sweetface." Tiffany said warmly. Chucky and Lottie had been sitting up in the front seats messing with the radio. They could barely hear with Glen and Glenda bickering and when they started up again, it didn't help at all. Fortunately, Chucky is a master of muting things out. Lottie soon found equal skill in it through his teaching. He had mentioned that it would be the most important ability she would have in life.

"You look beautiful, babe," he said, "C'mere, let's break in that new lipstick." He cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Once they broke apart only a little of the lipstick had gotten on him, he rubbed it off easily.

"Osborne and Shauna are back," Lottie said, looking out her window and seeing them emerge from the elevator. Her father and she returned to the back seats. Glenda quickly hustled over the middle console to the driver's seat. Ozzy opened the door to a posed up Glenda in a makeup painted face.

"Hey Dreadie…" Glenda shifted both her hands behind her head as she ran her leg up the other. From her side of the car, Shauna was in crouching tiger mode.

"Glenda," Ozzy forced a smile, it didn't take much effort though. Glenda was starting to amuse him so some of it was genuine, "You do something different with, uh, your face?"

"A Duchess needs to look good for her Duke, doesn't she?" Glenda was pulling off every trick in the book; winking, heads behind the hands, it didn't exactly look terrible on her part. I mean, she was trying.

"Hey remember the part where you're a hormonal sixteen year old kid?" Shauna took her seat, fists still curled.

"Remember the part where I could kill you in twenty two different ways at this very moment?" Glenda huffed at her.

"I count twenty eight from back here," Lottie cooly barged in.

"It's thirty five for me," said Chucky.

"I count one driver's seat," the Acolyte said, "So, Glenda, can I trouble you to-"

"Hahaha, no," she laughed, "this is the Duchess' throne and the Duke must sit alongside her."

"Ok…so where does the Duke sit?"

"...Under the Duchess…"

In the backseat, Glen nudged Lottie then acted as if he was drinking a bottle of water like a mime. Not drinking, chugging. This was illustrated by how he wiped his mouth then threw the imaginary bottle away. They both inaudibly giggled after. Their parents more or less had their heads close to their hands.

"You know what-" That's what Shauna usually yells or mutters to herself when she's about to throw down. Ozzy recognized it and quickly pacified her.

"Shauna. Shauna, it's ok," he insisted, "I got it."

It was an insignificant action, but still nothing could prepare Glenda for it. She almost went completely limp as the Acolyte scooped her up. Cat metaphor number four, boosh. Glenda remained wide eyed and static, the stillest she's ever been, as Ozzy sat behind the wheel and placed her in the backseat with her family. To Ozzy, he was just making space for himself. But to Glenda, the Duchess, that was their ballroom waltz.

"I'm sure that was just as ethereal to us as it was for her," Chucky finally said, the origin of Lottie's deadpan delivery revealed, "So, let's get the fuck outta dodge. I have the feeling that there's going to be blood tonight."

Glenda was still neo catatonic when they pulled out onto Michigan Avenue. Glen waved his hand in front of her eyes. Nothing. "Hey, sis? Glenda?" he shook her.

"Glenda?" he persisted, now snapping before her eyes.

Glenda's hand suddenly shot up and grabbed him by his collar. She used it to pull her up to his eye level.

"Glen…" she whispered dreamily, a few of her fangs stuck out her mouth in a goofy but lovable way "He..held me."

In the Jaws ride at Universal Orlando park, there's a small scene with a boat house (It's not there anymore, they replaced it with some sort of Harry Potter attraction. Never been, looks neat). I mention this because if you've been on that ride then you already have a feel for primitive boat houses. Wooden frames, minimal lighting, the constant glancing over the back of your shoulder for hobgoblins in the darkness, and it's all over water. Like the caller had said, boathouse six was along the lake just as Navy Pier was in a section of some of the more forbidding docks Chicago had to offer. It was now nightfall, the city now fully illuminated and the activity lingered only a little. Not exactly the city that never sleeps but rather rests its eyes.

Chucky was musing around with his knife while Ozzy cautiously parked the Mustang in an easy getaway spot outside the boathouse. There was a chain link fence around the place, the lock that didn't need any prior explanation was broken when they got there. The barn-like doors weren't locked or obstructed at all. Despite being completely dark inside, it was more easy to assume there was at least one person inside.

"So here's the grand scheme," Chucky announced, "Ozzy, you go in and hustle the Soul of Damballa, I'll be watching close by. Once I get in the shadows, that whole room belongs to me. If they try to fuck around or I don't know, maybe stab you, I'll slice their heels."

"Do you think maybe before they stab me you could off them then? I mean, you could see a stab coming from a mile away, right Chucky?" Ozzy nervously implored. Chucky's face dropped into one of solemn thoughts.

"Huh, that never occurred to me." Shauna left her seat.

"I'm going too," she insisted, "both as your girlfriend and your better in combat. I've been in fights with bitches before and I got a real dyke vibe from her voice on the phone. I eat dykes for breakfast."

"She's not lying," Ozzy said, "When the night league roller derby team had that exhibition game with nickname jerseys hers was 'Dyke Eater'. The team from the Bay Area was so pissed."

Chucky hadn't even deliberated. If Shauna came that would possibly mean she wouldn't come out and he welcomed that prospect. "Yeah, sure. Try to be a hero."

"Tiff, I need you and the kids to stay here. This shouldn't take more than five minutes."

"We'll wait for you," Tiffany affirmed.

A peck on the lips and the three headed towards the boathouse. There was a lock chaining together the perimeter fence. There wasn't any tear or anything Chucky was able to get through and let Ozzy and Shauna in. He withdrew his knife and picked the lock, the chain dropped moments later. As his human companions made their way through his eyes began to wander.

"Hey…" he caught sight of a stack of broken shipping crates below a broken window to the side of the boathouse. It was too tall to be floor level, it had to lead to the rafters, "I'm heading in through there. That way if anything gets ugly I'll be able to do what I do best. Don't fuck up, you two."

"Don't allow it to happen," Ozzy said and Chucky shifted off to the shadows.

After a couple minutes of the jitters over who will slide the door open and grabass, Ozzy and Shauna entered the nautical death trap. With the help of some lighting, tables and a kitchen, you could turn this place into a crabhouse. Boat parts and life preservers were all over the place. The chains and anchors rattled as the waves from Lake Michigan below kept washing up on the beams holding it above water. Boathouse six wasn't supermarket sized, but how the darkness progressively ate the further sections the further away they got from the door made it look like it could go on forever. It looked like it predated the Chicago Fire, maybe it survived it all that time ago. They couldn't hear Chucky but they were sure he was in the room, along with whoever was waiting for them.

They weren't too keen on exploring, especially not fumbling around for a fuse box that may or may not be there. Ozzy held Shauna's hand tightly in his. No one was really dragging any one forward so no competition of bravery here.

"Hello?" Ozzy called out cautiously, "Mystery caller? We're here." he felt Shauna's hand tightened on his own now, not out of fear but a tell tale sign she's ready to throw down. At that moment the chance didn't seem likely.

The couple took a few more steps in, half expecting the lights to come on in an organized fashion set to an enormous banner saying "No Gods or Kings, Only Man", but this not being Bioshock no such thing happened. The lights did come though.

An electrical buzz grew in volume from the farside of the boathouse, louder and louder but only because it was getting closer. The bulb above Ozzy and Shauna was the first to come to life, then followed by each one down the darkened space. They gasped and crowded together, still no sign of Chucky. When all the lights were on the room still couldn't be described as lit, rather dim. In the center stood the source of the buzzing. The lights closest to it were flickering like strobes.

It was a young woman, hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly as if in interest. Her dark hair fell right below her chin as her face was silhouetted with two blue orbs where the eyes should be. The electric buzzing, as it turned out, wasn't coming from her but around her person. As could be made out through the strobing of the lights, the primary colors of blue and black made up her jacket. Those ripped jeans and leather boots? Looks like it. She had beads around her neck, Mardi Gras ones, you could hear the plastic clicking together.

Ozzy gulped as he saw her head tilt. "I-I got your call?"

"...Yes," the buzzing woman smiled in approval, "you're the one."

"S-sure am," Ozzy took a cautious step forward, "Pretty horrifying right? W-who are you? How do you know who I am?" The lights were now phasing between dim and bright.

"A little bloodhound told me," she said, that could literally mean anything, "You've come a way, Osborne, a really long way from home," she glanced at Shauna, "I told you to come alone." Shauna assertively had her arm around her boyfriend.

"If you say you know what's going," she said, "then you'd know everyone Ozzy's close to is in danger. Me, especially."

"Ah," the woman said, "You're more braver than thought, more so than the Acolyte. I could see him shaking when he walked in but not you."

"Who are you?" Ozzy asked again, "Do you have the amulet?" He wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. Needless to say, something wasn't right with this woman.

"Names' Elizabeth," she said, "Lizzie LaGarrette, and yes I have the Soul of Damballa."

"Ok, where-"

"The only problem here is that y'all won't be leaving with it."

"Say what now?"

Ozzy didn't get his answer. LaGarrette suddenly threw her head back and clenched her fists. The lights all died for a second, leaving Ozzy trembling in the darkness against Shauna. With an electric roar, the lights came on again, this time so fierce that the bulbs shattered. The filaments remained lit and energized as they snowed down sparks. They screamed when they saw LaGarrette.

Bolts of thunder coiled around her arms and legs and her veins illuminated bright blue showing where they started and ended. She seemed to be wrapped in a cloak of electricity. Her eyes, also glowing now, fixed on Ozzy. The Acolyte looked at his birthmark then at LaGarrette.

"A-are you like me?" he asked, him and Shauna subtly trying to back away to the door but failing miserably.

"Oh, I'm so much more," as LaGarrette spoke, her voice seemed to vibrate every time she finished a word. She extended her hand out to them with an open palm. Ozzy read enough comics to know where this was going.

"Fuck! She's going to blast us! Down Shauna!" he quickly pulled himself and his girlfriend down to the floor. From the palm of her hand, LaGarrette fired off a twisting, azul bolt of power. The boathouse was filled with a piercing buzz as it flew over Ozzy and Shauna right at the door, leaving a small hole in the metal surrounded by plenty of scorch marks.

"What in the fuck!?" Shauna cried.

"I'm Deacon Burton's protege," LaGarrett monologued, "I'm Order of the Serpent's vanguard, the new Lakeshore Strangler! The Deacon wants you, Acolyte. Destiny is calling." If there was a reader who thought that this wasn't a trap get the fuck out of here.

"What did he do to you-AH!" Ozzy cried as LaGarrette released another bolt at them. This one went towards where they were on the floor. With a little help from our dear uncle, fear and grandpa adrenaline, they were able to roll in opposite directions and away from the impact. Through the newly burned hole in the floor you could see the waves of Lake Michigan in the water below breaking at the shore.

"The Deacon did nothing, boy," LaGarrette maliciously began to approach them, the thunder in her fists crackling wildly, "I was blessed by Damballa." And thus began an exposition.

"I run these streets like a gator among coypus. I came up here looking for new territory. The bayou is great, but I've been looking for more of a metropolis real estate. After that Ray clown punched his time card, the whole city would go soft now that their pariah was gone. So I moved in and pretty soon found myself a religion. Also, I sort of have a daddy crush on the Deacon. One night, they got wise to me. They sent some of the national guard, it was flattering. They got me. One minute I'm swallowing my breath, the next I'm choking on my own blood. I reckon they got me in the chest, square in the center inches away from my heart. I ain't dead...yet but I was about to be. They thought they got rid of me, but they were wrong. I walked with one foot in the grave until I found this lovely lady," she motioned to her body, "Legend has it the old Lakeshore Strangler transferred his soul to another body. So did I, but something happened. A thunderstorm was brewing and had reached its peak. My soul was struck by lightning the same time it left my body. But the soul is eternal and cannot be destroyed. Instead, the lightning and my soul became one. I don't kill with bullets, blades or even my bare hands. I use the power of nature."

She laughed, allowing it to sink in just how fucked Ozzy and Shauna were. If any sound could be used to describe this situation it would be that really loud whine a baby makes before its about to ball its eyes out.

"...I don't like this anymore. I want to go home," Ozzy whimpered.

"Oh! Is the fucking superhuman where you draw the line!?" Shauna shouted, "Get up! We-" As she got her boyfriend up, LaGarrette chuckled and pointed a finger at her. The ensuing bolt hit Shauna in the back. She dropped forward crying out. Part of sweatshirt fabric was burned through and so was her back, a burn teatering between second and third degree,

"SHAUNA!" Ozzy cried, dropping down and holding her. The shock wasn't enough to stop her heart, at least not from where it had been shot. Shauna experienced the most seering of pain in her back. Like someone gave her a five star at expressway speed.

LaGarrette laughed pitifully. As she made her way to them at Micheal Myers pace, the lightning from her fingers sparked in and out in bolts long enough to touch the ground.

"Shauna! Baby, come on! Shauna!" Ozzy shook her enough to snap her out of paralysis by that overcharged tase.

"OW! Fuck! My back!" she cried, "Shit, why do I smell burning flesh!?"

"You're coming with me, Acolyte," LaGarrette said, "The Deacon said to keep you alive, but I think I'll stop your heart long enough to get you to him then I'll defibrillate you. Just because you aren't going to Hell just yet doesn't mean you can't visit."

"You got residence the second you set your Cajun ass here, bitch."

"Oh?"

LaGarrette turned around and her night got so much more interesting. Chucky had come out of hiding and stood before her, knife in hand with the blade resting on his shoulder. He shot Ozzy a kind of "you're a fucking pussy, dude" look.

"What the fuck, Chucky," Ozzy cried, "Shauna took a fucking bolt to the back. She could've been killed!"

"Sorry I just wanted to hear her scream," Chucky was brutally, "It made me laugh back at the dorm and I just needed to hear it again. Especially since I'm about to go up against thunderbitch here." He went back to sizing LaGarrette up.

"The Deacon was right," she said, "You must be the one he calls 'Chucky'. You're Charles Lee Ray. He told me all about you. I always thought Good Guy dolls were bigger, but you can't help that."

"And I always thought Burton would pick someone with, I dunno, some balls to replace me. Surprise that I left such a low standard that he had to fish out a fucking swamp person," Chucky smirked, "Where's the Soul, lady?" LaGarrette crackled with energy dangerously. Her eyes were no longer glowing but overflowing with electricity. At this point, both of them were circling around each other.

"Right here." LaGarrette undid the first few buttons of her jacket and pulled the pels apart. Ozzy quickly dove, thoroughly convinced that thunderbolts were going to shoot from her breasts. Chucky gasped and shielded his eyes and made a "not on the first date" joke.

Surgically planted in LaGarrette's chest cavity was the Soul of Damballa. The blue stone glowed and pulsated beneath her skin where her heart ought to be. It made sense that the fusion of LaGarrette's soul and the lightning was unnatural and shouldn't be. The soul could sustain all that electrical power, but not any of the bodies she would inhabit. The Soul of Damballa, with it's magic, makes it possible for her to exist within a mortal body. Less her soul ascends into the hereafter (in her case it's Hell. One time, LaGarrette walked into a comic convention and minutes later was the only one to come out. All the attendees died of exploded hearts, brought on by an abnormal amount of electricity). The Deacon must've sewed it into his apprentice. That was very game boss of her showing them where to smack her from before the fight even starts.

"Woe is me," Chucky laughed, "It seems I can't take from you without killing you. As much as I hate to see my scene fall into the hands of the younger generation, you look like a real piece of work. But I have to beat that fucker, Burton, at his own game. You're just a pawn. And not the clean looking kind that has just a circle on the top, no. You're the piece with the little fucking nipple on the top. Because you're that much of a tithead."

"Your maturity matches your body," LaGarrette was getting less amused.

"We'll let you two talk amongst yourselves," Ozzy made unsubtle efforts as he and Shauna tried to gravel away. LaGarrette sparked dangerously.

"You two try to leave, I bring this house down into the lake. I think we all know what happens when you drop an electronic in water. Only this one's got enough juice to power a hundred Best Buys."

"Yeah, bullshit. I don't buy it," sneered Chucky, "If you were that powerful what are you doing sucking Burton's dick?"

"Alright, you're gonna want to stop talking right now." In a spell like fashion she pointed to him and a constant blast of lighting hit him square in the groin. LaGarrette had meant to do that, it wasn't a rogue bolt.

Chucky cried out and braced himself. Call it genital herpes, he felt a burning sensation but nowhere near as bad as what he thought taking a hit from Zeus' cocaine would be. He hadn't dropped to the ground either. It just felt as if a very large man covered in acid was imposing gravity on contact. Chucky found himself able to take a step despite being engulfed in electricity.

LeGarrette ceased and tilted her head. "Huh…" was all she had to say. She had kind of expected him to explode into stuffing when that bolt hit him. Nonetheless, she lowered her hood. Chucky was equally confused until he looked over his hands. Specifically, his skin.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Plastic is insulated and I'm fucking covered in it," he then pointed to his crotch, "Especially here! Ha, you su-"

The boathouse was filled with that piercing buzz again. This time even louder than before, like someone fired a Tesla coil. In that same instant Chucky was again struck by electricity and this time sent flying to the wall, a larger current this time and so light that it had to be seen from the outside.

LaGarrette wasn't pointing anymore. She wasn't even using her hands. Her eyes and mouth were gone, and in their place was sunken light. Needless to say, this blast caused Chucky far more harm. It burned far more and the impact, good god the impact. Just as he was trying to stand up again, he heard the crescendo of buzzing coming from LaGarrette. The light in her orifices grew more intense and she was looking right at him.

"Oh fu-"

You're on the Family Feud, you just let your family down, looked bad in front of Steve Harvey with a wrong answer, the buzzer goes off. Imagine that sound amplified by a megaphone, now double it. That is what the boathouse sounded like as it was illuminated from LaGarrette's vicious, vicious eyes and mouth blast on Chucky. He was screaming now, but there was still straining in him. LaGarrette was walking closer to him the entire time.

"What the fuck is she doing to him!?" Ozzy had to scream over that ear raping buzz.

"I think she's unleashing the power of a hundred Best Buys!" Shauna screamed back. The two still remained huddled by the door.

"IT'S A FUCKHOUSE!" cried Ozzy and buried his head in his girlfriend. Truly scared stupid.

The ear bleed inducing buzz finally stopped but the question of how long remained. Chucky was barely moving at this point, but his eyes were narrowed. He seemed to be registering the epic amounts of pain he's just experienced or plotting his counter on LaGarrette.

She picked him up by his overalls and snickered as she proceeded to juggle him around like a rag doll (mean, I'm not wrong). "Oh, Mr. Ray, how you're still alive to this very day floors me. I mean...it's breaking a toy. The youngins do it all the time."

"Well, I'm ages 9 to 99," retorted Chucky, "And it's because I usually do thi-"

The knife was whipped out and he aimed for that good bit between the arm and the shoulder. He found out if you twist it just hard enough that the arm will stop working. He never got to do this on LaGarrette, because the moment that the blade should've pierced her, it didn't. It had stopped, but not by Chucky's control. Something was pushing the knife back at him. LaGarrette didn't seem phased as Chucky continued to push down on the knife that refused to go anywhere closer than an inch to her.

"Come, nnngh! on!" he grunted, "Bleed!" LaGarrette shook her head.

"I'm living power," she sneered, "Metal can't hurt me anymore. In fact, it's repulsed by me." In comic book speak, LaGarrette's lightning infused soul was emitting an electromagnetic field, one that metal isn't attracted to.

"Witchcraft!" cried Chucky.

"Sure, let's go with that," smiled LaGarrette, "You know, another great quality that lightning has, other than making me look sexy and powerful as hell, is the kinetic properties."

"The fuck what now?"

The moment LaGarrette's free hand curled into a fist was maybe the same instant it hit Chucky square in the face. It was like that little hammer that hit the bullets in the chamber and sent them on their way; fast and fucking hard as hell. And Chucky was the bullet getting smacked.

There was a crackle in the air when she uppercut him beneath the chin. Chucky's scream could only be briefly heard as he was sent flying upwards, crashing through the roof and by the looks of it, plenty higher. Chucky got fucking launched.

"Oh my god, he got fucking launched!" screamed Ozzy.

Meanwhile a little more than a hundred feet up, Chucky was screaming his head off, as he ascended in the night sky, as he saw his old house from there and as he lost upward momentum and plunged back down, right towards the boathouse. The fast changing of altitude made it sound comical, never a constant note.

Lady Luck must've been moist for him that day, because instead of crashing down through the roof again, Chucky fell through the exact hole in the wood he made his exit in and back into the boathouse. Landing directly in front of LaGarrette, who raised her foot to stomp his face in.

"SHIT!" Chucky found just enough strength to roll over to his side just as LaGarrette's boot came down with an electronic crackle. The durability of a child's plaything was working the best it could for Chucky. All dolls are built with the intention that they're going to be thrown around by crazed children. But in Chucky's case, the crazed kid is a fellow psychopath with fucking super powers. All of sudden, Andy Barclay didn't seem so terrible anymore.

Chucky was back up and tried to slice her achilles but was met with the same result as before. His blade met the magnetic resistance and no matter how hard he fought against it, he couldn't get so much as a scrape off her.

"Why are you fucking trying that!?" LaGarrette was becoming more excited and rambunctious, "Your dumbass knows it ain't working, you fucking joke!"

She laughed as she pushed him away then followed it up with a kick. A hard kick, the toes of her boot just buried themselves in Chucky's gut for a moment before he again was sent flying. This time toward a workbench close to the boat storage. All the wooden appliances broke as he crashed. He wasn't screaming any more, just writhing and groaning.

"It's kind of one sided, isn't it?" Ozzy whispered to Shauna.

"I said my prayers the moment I put my life in their hands." She shrugged.

"I never understood blue lipstick," Glenda was messing around with said item, twirling it between her fingers, "Like what the hell are you supposed to be? Let me tell you, by the time I'm done with you, every part of your face will be blue." She tossed it, "If I was gay or into very fruity boys and my blind date shows up with that shit on, it's da ba dee da ba go fuck yourself."

Valid thoughts, but they fell on deaf ears. The four Rays in the car, minus Glenda, hadn't stopped staring at the boathouse since Chucky went in. And just now, they heard the electric buzzing roar from within.

"What could that have been?" Glen wondered aloud. His twin made her way to the front of the car to join them. From the windshield, they could see a blue glow coming out from the windows.

"Woah, and speaking of blue," said Glenda, "What are they doing in there?"

"Better question is who is in there with them?" Tiffany said.

She had her eyes narrowed, trying to see through the windows past the light. Wife sense was tingling, something was wrong. It's a lowkey hand off, what's the reason for the high key light show.

I don't have to drone on about it all because there was another audible electric cry and then it happened all at once. Chucky came flying out from the boathouse, crashing through the front most part. His screaming flight path was the perfect arc to land him square on the hood of the rental Mustang.

The whole car bounced as he impacted. There was definitely a dent he made that Ozzy will never get the security deposit back from now. His wife and children cried out, as did he upon looking up at them.

"Tiff! Kids! This bitch-"

Nope, not finishing that thought. Thanks to the giant fucking electrical construct shaped like a clawed hand that emerged from the roof of the boathouse then immediatly darting over to them and taking Chucky in it's grasp.

"OH FUCK!"" he screamed as it squeezed him. He made that stock footage sound that stuffed toys make when they're squeezed too hard, usually by an infant character. He continued to scream as the hand of pure energy lifted him up and quickly retracted back into the confines of the boat house for round two. And his family was left in silence, and oh boy that was some silence.

If the sound of whimpering had a face, then Glen and Lottie would've been making it. Even Glenda, who was about to go into an anti-green nail polish monologue was stuck on this one. Not Tiffany though.

To her, someone had just challenged her, literally dangled her man in front of her face. That shit just won't stand. As her idol Martha Stewart would say, 'I'll rip your fucking eyes out.' And that's what she was going to do to the person at the other end of that hand.

Tiffany brandished her own pearly blade and made for the door. She tried to close the door behind her after getting out, but her eldest son caught it before it could slam shut. His sisters were at his sides.

"We defy you to try to talk us out of going with," Glen said.

LaGarrette had Chucky under her boot, she had pinned him down when he was incapacitated. All the original Lakeshore Strangler could do was kick and punch at her foot holding him down. LaGarrette shook her head.

"I, for the life of me, can not figure out why and how you've managed to survive this long, Rayman. I mean since that cop busted a cap in your ass. Either you've come across truly incompetent people over the years or you got a rabbit footed leprachuan or two watching over you."

"It's...both," Chucky gasped like a smart ass, "You should hear about how I came back the third time. That is what we Irish call pure luck."

"Shut up, I'm going to fry you now," LaGarrette raised her arm, "I can see all those electronic bits in you...you run on two D batteries, those are tasty...and what's this? A voice box." She was right, Chucky's battery compartment and the Good Guy catchphrase speaker remained intact as the body became organic around them. It wasn't bad enough that LaGarrette was stronger than him, but now he's got an Achile's Heel.

Chucky didn't speak, only screams. Raw lighting came through the roof and directed itself to LaGarrette's outstretched arm. It drew, down from her hand to her shoulder and then to her leg. The current was riding right through her and directly into Chucky. LaGarrette threw her head back and laughed as Chucky continued to scream. For him, it was possibly the worst pain ever. He not only felt a constant electric shock through his body, starting with his chest. The two focal points in his upper back, where the battery was taking in so much charge that it shook in its compartment, and in the front where he could feel his electronic voice box sparking.

It soon began to malfunction, and Chucky's screams suddenly took an upward pitch before shooting back down again, then a disorientated version of "I like to be hugged" played beyond his control.

Ozzy and Shauna remained where they were, he was still attempting to nurse her burn. Shauna, however, could've sworn she heard someone or something slip in through a window off in the shadows.

Chucky's screams rose in tone to Good Guy levels one more time before dying back down. His battery had exploded out of its compartment and the voicebox finally shorted out, starting a tiny fire inside Chucky's chest. Not big enough to spread, but enough to feel it.

"You fucking take your foot off my husband right now!"

Intrigued, LaGarrette did just that. The moment she lifted her foot from Chucky, he gasped for air and started coughing up a lung. With each cough, a cloud of black smoke flew from his mouth. He couldn't get up, at least not yet.

Now, LaGarrette was never told about Chucky's family. Hell, she didn't even know about Tiffany. She had always assumed that weird fling with the Pierces, if it can be called that, was his family business. In short, she thought this dude was a total social outcast and creep which no woman would get in bed with. So, you can imagine her reaction and feelings towards the Rays. She probably felt like Syndrome when he discovered the Incredibles.

"Tiff…" Chucky groaned.

"Oh Lordy, the stories are true," she covered her broken straight face, "Are these...is this…."

"Yeah, bitch," Glenda brought out Mr. Smiley, "These are and this is. You ready for your Jazz Funeral?"

"Ha! Ha! Jazz Funeral!" Chucky weakly laughed, "I didn't think of that, nice one, Glenda. Ha-ooo, fuck. It hurts to speak." His fried voice box sparked in his throat with each annunciation.

"I don't just get to kill you," LaGarrette smiled at him, "I get to take out your bloodline; wife, children...emphasis on children because these kids can't be a day over 18. You're bringing me babies to kill, is that how low you've gone?"

"Sub-adults," said the Ray kids.

"Sub-human is more like it…" LaGarrette cocked her head, as if she got a scent. Only this was no scent, but what she was seeing. And that was that four out of the five Rays had electrical parts within their doll bodies; voice boxes, loaded battery compartments with power ripe for her taking and weaknesses ready to exploit.

"I smell electrical parts," she smiled and her veins began to illuminate once more. She closed a fist as power began to gather in her palm. With a cry, she slammed said fist on the damp wooden floor. Her will and the water soaked within the planks carried the electricity right to the incapacitated Chucky. It was instantaneous when it chained onto Tiffany, Glenda then Lottie and then finally Glen. The Rays cried out and dropped to their knees. Their electrical parts felt like they would be pulled from their systems.

There was a chorus of anguished "fuck", "shit" and other curse words from the usual suspects. Tiffany's bride-to-be voice box started acting haywire, repeating all the pre-marital vows, some sped up and others slowed down. Glenda's custom doll body had a voice box installed as well. When squeezed it could emit a little, "I love you". She always got a kick from that when she was younger but since inhabiting the doll she's never used it. Maybe because it was in a British accent. Only now it sounded like a bunch of tiny little voices screaming out from Hell thanks to LaGarrette's assault as she squirmed on the floor. LaGarrette was having a similar effect on Lottie's voice box too. The youngest Ray was circled in a ball as she could do nothing but let the stream of electricity shoot through her core.

LaGarrette was eating it up, maybe enjoying it too much for someone who was just on the surface level, bullying a family of very small people. That was until she noticed Glen. Chucky's only son wasn't on his knees anymore despite the still flowing current of electricity rocking the fuck out of him. It felt as if gravity was intensely pushing down on him while hornets stung him all around.

"Hold up...what?" LaGarrette was more so intrigued.

Glen groaned as he took a strainful step forward towards her, teeth bared and breath held. Then another. Soon he was reaching for his Tanto. LaGarrette stopped her barrage as it soon dawned on her.

"Oh…"

"Haha, no electrical bits for you to mess with, you slag!" Glen taunted. It was true, his wholly organic doll-looking body with plastic hide was almost impervious to electricity.

When Glen moves with the Tanto, he doesn't run or sprint. He strides, like Hiryu. That's from a game which I never played, so there's no way I could've copied or based it on it. Either way, the idea is that Glen moves way more nimbler and in sync with his weapon than his dad.

Get ready for some serious Jedi shit. As Glen was coming at the half woman half storm, LaGarrette pointed right at him and entered a thin streak of lighting. That Sith-like attack would've beamed him straight in the face. Call it reflexes, skill or luck the underrated champion that is Chucky's son swung his Tanto at it, the bolt ricocheted off it and was sent upwards. The ceiling now had a new hole in it as broken roof bits fell. Everyone found themselves, wide-eyed, gawking at said hole above, even LaGarrette.

"Goddamn, son," Chucky was all like.

"Ooooooooooooh!" Glen beamed and assumed an overly dramatic swordsman stance, "I'm like an Anime hero!"

"And he ruined it," Glenda rolled her eyes, "I can do that too!"

LaGarrette tested that theory without a word, but this time it was with the extra loud, terrifying face orifice blast. That instant Glenda screamed and was sent flying back into a boat anchor propped against the wall. Once LaGarrette let up, Glenda painfully and comically slid down the metal body of the anchor and face planted to the ground.

"You bitch...I wasn't fucking ready yet." The anchor suddenly shifted and stirred. And as you'd expect it fell right on her. You'd could just hear the stock footage sound of an anvil hitting a toon character.

"Fuck me in the ass!" she cried, her fist curled and slammed against the floor.

"Hahaha!" Glen pointed and laughed shortly before being sent flying to the wall by another blast from LaGarrette. Glenda couldn't laugh at the moment, but it did bring a smile to her face.

"If your last name is Ray, fucking scatter!" Chucky cried.

Like rats they did just that, scampering off into the shadowy, unlit parts of the boathouse, usually away from the center along the wall with the storage shelves. LaGarrette couldn't keep track of all of them, but the real mistake she made was taking her eyes off Ozzy and Shauna, who were no longer huddled by the locked door.

"Yellow bellies," she muttered, and held up a fist which would lit up in a blue fluorescent light. She knew they weren't going to leave the boathouse. They still haven't got what they came for.

Ozzy and Shauna were now huddled behind a cabinet in one of the farthest corners of the boathouse. They had scuttled away while the Rays had LaGarrette distracted. Shauna was able to remain quiet in near stillness, her boyfriend, not so much. Ozzy had instructed her to hold her hand over his mouth while he shivered intensely. He was the absolute worst in these situations. Shauna's never met a woman that she was afraid of, but LaGarrette, she gave her the butterflies.

"Osborne, Shauna."

"MMMMMM!" that would've blown their cover for sure had Shauna's hand not been clamped over him. Ozzy didn't have anything to be afraid of, it was only Lottie. The youngest Ray had seemingly taken shelter in one of the cabinet drawers.

"Lottie..my god, your chest." Ozzy pointed.

"Osborne, I am ten!" she gasped.

"What? No, look you're glowing."

Perplexed, Lottie found that a faint red light took up the middle most section of her chest. It bled through from under her plastic skin and doll clothes in the vague shape of a heart. When she saw it, a warm smile spread across her face.

"I used to be afraid of the dark," she said.

"You? Never in a million years," said Ozzy.

"Still was when I got my soul transferred into this body. Whenever I got scared after mom and dad tucked me in, I gave my dollie a squeeze and her heart would light up. One night, I squeezed her but her heart didn't light up. I guess the battery had...I know that now, back then I thought I killed her. I cried for five weeks."

"Aw, you called 'her' your 'dollie'," Ozzy silently snickered.

"...Shut up."

"I'll never forget it."

"Marijuana affects the memory and I hope it's the part that just heard that."

"I'll try super hard..And I think that crazy storm bitch must be emitting an electric field that activates that heart's bio luminescence." Straight from Futurama, but it applies here.

"Well, stop it, E.T." Shauna hissed, "that psycho may see us." She could see the scarlet light leaking out past the side area and into the open where LaGarrette was roaming. There was suddenly a series of cries, Chucky and Tiffany's, followed by a flash of blue light. At least she was distracted.

"Dreadie!"

"AH-" Shaun clamped Ozzy's mouth once again.

"You pussy," she sneered.

Glenda had become one with the shadows and had stealthy joined them. She had tried to take out LaGarrette's tendons but was met with the same result as Chucky had, magnetic repulsion. According to her, Mr. Happy was just grossed out.

"I saw Lottie's nightlight," Glenda said, "Glen's in the rafters trying to air assassinate her,"

They watched that scene unfold. As LaGarrette was surveying around, Glen came lunging out from above. At the same time, Chucky was rushing her. The true ying yang that is Chucky and his son was put on full display in that single snapshot. Glen, in the air, the thin blade of the Tanto whistling through the air was the only sound coming from him whereas his father was screaming his head off making his assault known. It didn't matter the approach by either, LaGarrette saw them both.

So after that English class moment, LaGarrette pointed a finger at Glen specifically at his Tanto. Using the blade's magnetism, she seemingly plucked him from the air with the long finger like bolts that shot from her fingertips and sent him flying straight into Chucky. The two went tumbled about on the floor like a bad skiing wipeout.

Shortly after, Tiffany emerged from the shadows and threw her own knife in LaGarrette's direction. She was facing away from her, so the goal was to hit her in the back. Static electricity forced the hairs on the back of her neck up during those milliseconds the knife was in the air. LaGarrette was able to turn in time to hold a defiant hand up. The knife stopped where it was in mid air, inches away from the amulet's glow in her chest. She chuckled as she sent the knife flying back towards Tiffany. The bride of Chucky cried out and ducked just in time, the knife plunged itself into the wall behind her.

"You guys better fuck off with the metal," Shauna sagely advised.

"Mr. Happy doesn't fuck off for anyone," Glenda puffed her chest, "You guys run, I'll make like the bird outside the classroom window and distract her."

"Hold on wha-" Ozzy gulped.

"For Dreadie!" Glenda cried and rushed out with Mr. Happy pointed like a jousting lance. LaGarrette tilted her head and rolled her sunken eyes. She hit the Duchess with the face orifices blast again. It was kind of comedic in the feeble sense, the wild screams of the daughter of Chucky being met with the loud buzz and impact of LaGarrette's devastating move.

Glenda was hurled onto her back. When she sat up, she could feel her head had more volume. She gasped as she touched her own hair, which was now risen in a frizzy afro from the electric shocks.

"Oh you're fucking dead, now!" Glenda snarled at her.

"C'mon then!" LaGarrette beckoned, sparks flying from her mouth.

Glenda was back on her in an instant, trying to at least get a knick of her but Mr. Happy wasn't having it. The blade experienced the overwhelming magnetic repulsion when Glenda tried to slash her legs. No matter how hard she pushed, it wouldn't go any further then inches from LaGarrette.

"Fine! Prison rules!" squeed Glenda. She sheathed Mr. Happy and dug her nails into LaGarrette's right leg. Burton's new apprentice screamed as she began kicking that leg around but Glenda stayed latched on. It got even more heated when Glenda roared out and bit down. Her piranha-like teeth shredded through LaGarrette's leggings and right through her skin.

"ARRGH! Fucking creature!" LaGarrette screamed. Her kicking grew more intense and she began sending electrical charges down her leg. The more Glenda got shocked, the tighter her bite became.

Finally, LaGarrette was able to seize Glenda by her hair. Around this time, her blood began to leak out from where Glenda's teeth were planted. It truly tasted like a battery. LaGarrette growled as she pulled, Glenda was slowly budging but not without taking a portion of her leg flesh with her in her jaws. Hidden from view, Chucky was watching his daughter closely. LaGarrette bleeding was a sight for sore eyes. Now he knows she can be hurt. We all know what Arnie said.

LaGarrette was gasping with the full pain of her leg bite registering within every nerve in the area as she held Glenda by her locks. The Duchess' mouth and teeth were caked with her blood making her look like a feral vampire. She acted the part too, snarling and baring her teeth in LaGarrette's face.

"Creature indeed," spat LeGarrette. Glenda's eyes dilated as she looked into LaGarrette's open maw and could see a gradual rise in the blue luminescence in the back of her throat. She was going to blast her point blank. It's like staring into the mouth of Pennywise and seeing the dead-lights, it was really scary.

"I don't fucking think so!"

Chucky had engaged in another sneak attack, this time without his knife. He had leapt onto LaGarrette's back and had worked his arms around her neck. He pulled her head back so when the high volumed electricity exited her mouth it shot through the ceiling and away from Glenda, who LaGarrette had now dropped. Glen and Tiffany had also begun to emerge from the darkness to help contain her.

"Move!" Lottie barked at Ozzy and Shauna.

"Where!?" Ozzy darted his head around.

"There!" Lottie motioned to a stack of lumber next to a landing on the furthest side of the boathouse. It'd be ideal for hiding-I mean cover.

"Alright! Go! Go!" Shauna hoisted Ozzy up and with Lottie close by, they darted out from their glue (that's what we used to call the safe zone in freeze tag). It wasn't at all a discrete transition. Firstly, LaGarrette saw them and despite her struggle with the Rays (Chucky on her back, Glenda biting at her legs, Tiffany hung from her hips and was stabbing her with her nails and Glen was doing weeaboo evading techniques around her going in for an occasional hit), she was able to send a blast of lighting in their general direction. It narrowly missed Ozzy as he screamed and ran.

"Acolyte!" LaGarrette roared.

Shauna athletically made her across what was now becoming a battlefield and to the cover, quickly hurdling over the lumber stack and hunkering down behind it. Ozzy's run was a lot less grateful. He ran screaming the whole time with his arms thrown back behind his head like it's Scooby Doo. He flopped directly over the timber stack, landing next to his girlfriend. It was on his back, so he got some of the wind knocked out of him as his ungraceful landing was marked with a sharp grunt. Lottie nimbly stuck close by.

"I can see you!" LaGarrette was violently tearing the other Rays off her person. She'd chuck Chucky, his wife and two oldest children to the floor, so hard that the wood would crack. They'd be back up and clinging to her just as soon as they were thrown down. The goal was to try to swarm her like insects. They succeeded in keeping her arms busy but LaGarrette was not taking her sight off Ozzy and Shauna's hiding place. Her mouth dropped open and the Tesla coil burst fired again, square at the lumber. Sections of the grainy wood shattered and burn marks appeared in some areas while small flames began to dance around the outermost side of the improv barrier. It truly smelled like a wood-shop at work with the electrical and burning lumber scent.

"Throw shit!" Ozzy grabbed some brick-like fragments of the blasted lumber that littered the floor around him and Shauna and began pitching them at LeGarrette with all his fearful might. It was like throwing toy blocks at her, wooden ones at that. If they didn't bounce off her in some way and land on the floor with a pitiful "clop" then she blasted it to smithereens in mid air before they could hit her.

Unfortunately, a really hefty piece would find its way square into Chucky's face. LaGarrette had turned around at the right time and her soon to be predecessor took the blow; close to his less than great eye.

"AGH! Ozzy, you fucking dumbass!" he grasped the left side of his face, "Shit! I think I feel splinters!"

In that moment of amusing, but entirely faultable to Ozzy, vulnerability, LaGarrette seized him and whipped him right at the Acolyte and Shauna. He flew straight through the lumber stack, I said she had whipped rather than thrown him. LaGarrette was crazy strong with all that kinetic energy sprinting through her. It was goddamn like she was Zeus and she just tried using Chucky as a living lightning bolt to smite Ozzy and Shauna. He had just missed them, and could never recall even being thrown when Lottie was helping him up. Splinters flew as he shook himself.

"Dad…" was all his youngest daughter could say, concern now for this whole operation was in her voice. It's not a murder if it isn't clear whose the victim.

Meanwhile, Tiffany had worked her way over to LaGarrette's back where Chucky had been. Her slick heel boots were used as improv cleats as she quite literally walked, rather stomped, up the woman's back. She couldn't use magnetism to propel the nonmetal points away. It was brutal, LaGarrette cried out with every stomp, and the bride of Chucky was taking her time climbing. This strategy got Tiffany up to her neck, which she constricted her arm around at once. The twins were on the front offensive, but LaGarrette was beginning to catch on to them. With the hand that wasn't preventing Tiffany from crushing her windpipe, she was setting off charges of her own towards them. And some of those bolts landed, Glen and Glenda kept at her though. In true fashion of their father, getting right back up after taking the abuse. The electricity, as previously stated, had the least effect on Glen; lacking any electrical doll parts. It became concerning to him when usually hyper, uncontainable Glenda was beginning to slow down due to an uncomfortable burning in her chest.

"Lottie, help out your mother, brother and sister," Chucky put his hand on her shoulders, "Don't do anything too crazy before I get back in there."

"What will you do?" she asked.

"Level the playing field. I got an idea…but the first part is going to suck."

"I'm trusting your judgement but you're dealing with that solo," said Lottie.

"Not with my friend, Ozzy, here," Chucky flashed him a smile. And as we know with him it's never a good kind. It's the "I'm going to fuck you up with this" smile.

"Careful out there, Lottie," Ozzy encouraged.

"Thanks, Osborne," she said and entered the fray. Chucky breathed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Ok, here's the program, nothing we have on us can kill her," he admitted, "We can hurt her, but if we want to do some real fucking up, there's got to be some changes."

"All ears," Ozzy nodded.

"First matter of business…" Chucky suddenly drove his own knife into his chest. The blood spatter was perfect, it nailed Ozzy and Shauna's pants from where they knelt.

"HOLY FUCK!" Ozzy and Shauna took each other in their arms mortified and made him some room. With the way he was maneuvering the knife it looked like he was digging.

"HHHHGRRRRRRNNNN...SHIT!" Chucky's screams and curses came out gargled and his open mouth flooded with blood and expelled it every time he spoke. Had he not done that, he might've choked on it. He continued to tear his plastic skin, then drove his other fingers in alongside the blade. Yeah, he was definitely digging for something.

"What are you doing to yourself!?" Shauna cried.

"Doing..an explora..tory." he rasped, this was followed by a roar as he slipped his fingers under the grizzly incision he just made on himself, stretching it apart. It was wide enough for him to slip the majority of his hand in, just enough where he could effectively use three of his digits to grasp whatever it was he was looking for. By now, it was clear what he was trying to do to Ozzy and Shauna. That pesky, electronic voice box had to come out if he wanted any additional edge over , it was just out of his reach.

"Fucking little stumby fingers," he growled, "which one of you has the boneier, longer ones?"

"Goddammit," Shauna didn't even have to compare to Ozzy's. She always had the skinnier fingers. It's her palm that's more or less bulbous, that's why her hands look so blocky when she makes a fist in the rink. Plus, when Ozzy loses lighters under tables and dressers she's always slipping in with her boney digits to save the day.

"Ok, skater girl, you're going to have to slip your fingers in this hole…" as Chucky said this Tiffany, still wrestling with LaGarrette, glanced over. It wasn't too often her husband used the words "finger" and "hole" when referring to himself. Glenda heard it too and giggled in the same immature fashion you and me are right now.

"...and rip this fucking voice box out." Chucky finished. *Insert relieved sigh here*. "You got a straight shot right to it! Just reach in and grab it!" he urged, pulling the incision apart and showing her. No stuffing was inside this doll, it truly was like peaking into a smaller human. Shauna could see a portion of plastic white square, about the size of a crayon box. It was buried past layers of organic matter that Chucky was now holding apart. His plastic hands were stained red like a surgeon's as he held his own chest muscles in them.

"Wow, so many of my questions of how you function are getting answered now," Shauna let the bio-major get the better of her. It's like everything inside him was human but scaled down. You know that poster where it shows the anatomy of Godzilla monsters? We need one of those for Chucky. Only problem is, it would change between movies.

Anyway, Chucky was experiencing the same impatience you might be now. "NOW, FUCKER! I'M BLEEDING OUT HERE!"

"Ok," Shauna cracked her fingers, she was going to use the "no chill" method; no easing inside, straight penetration. Stop it, you perverts. "Here we go...smile and say cheese."

"AAAAAAAAAH-Pepperjack!"

"Holy fuck, this is insane," Ozzy shook his head.

Chucky came up with this new assault method, and you've seen it be done on a shadowman in chapter four. In a single bound and with the help of his human strength, he's able to leap directly up to the victim in question's chest; ample for stabbing. This also forces the victim down on their back and that point when Chucky is standing over you, it's game over.

Lottie tried to mimic that same thing on LaGarrette, she already had the running start while Tiffany and the twins were seemingly holding her in place. Unlike her dad though, Lottie remains silent throughout the whole attack so you really can't see her coming. Also unlike her dad, Lottie doesn't have the weight and manish strength he does. So as a result, LaGarrette doesn't fall on her back, she stumbled but that was all. Lottie doesn't have sharp nails like her mother and sister do, and her knife was useless.

As she hung from her shirt, LaGarrette was able to land a kinetically charged kick on an oncoming Glenda. She went through the wall, the crash was the loudest one yet. Her fall was broken by the ground, but the kinetic energy that hit had endowed her with was far from exhausted. She skipped across the ground like a stone on water, sputtering out, various parts of her body as she smashed against the Earth.

"Back! Elbow! Shoulders!" Before finally she collided with the rental Mustang's front bumper. Flopping onto her back from the car was bittersweet as she sprawled herself out on the ground.

"Mmmmmmm, the ground feels so cool right now…" she laid her head back as far as it would go, not caring for the gravel stowing away in her curls.

"Glenda, get your ass up!"

"Whoa, who the fuck is there!?" Glenda cried. No one was around.

"Up here, Duchess." She looked up and saw herself. Yes, perpendicular to herself, was a parallel version of her; Glenda Duchess Ray. Only though she wore a silver crown and radiated an aura of light.

"What the hell!?"

"Congratulations, you're concussed as a mother fucker!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm you, from a couple years in the future and I'm not real. You just took a blow comparable to that one anime Glen watches. The one with the screaming."

"Do you have any idea how much that narrows it down? Why are you here? Are you here to give me time life changing advice?" she gasped, "Do I get the Dreadie dick?"

"All in good time, Glenda, but I'm just a fucked up way of your severely impacted mind telling you to get up. If you don't then, there won't be a Dreadie dick."

"Oh no! That's horrible! Dreadie's going to be so upset, he's going to have nothing to spank it with!"

"Glenda!"

"Yes, Glenda?"

"Time is running out! The future is bright, but only you can keep it that way!"

"But...how?" Glenda thought. From where she lay, she could see the whole undercarriage of the Mustang.

"Bright…" Glenda continued to think, then began to grovel over to the gas tank.

"Hell, yeah," said imaginary future Glenda.

….

LaGarrette had caught Glen beneath her boot and had him pinned to the floor, Tanto out of reach. He was punching at her leg while the woman with a soul of electricity pried Lottie off her chest. She held the child by the collar of her new jacket in front of her.

"It's like one big, fat joke," LaGarrette laughed, "There's a momma, a pappa, a brother, a sister and a baby." She made a sucking noise intending to sound like Maggie Simpson right in Lottie's face then howled with laughter.

"Leave my baby alone!" Tiffany cried from her back and dug her nails into her shoulders. LaGarrette reached over her head and twisted her fingers in Tiffany's dyed blonde hair. While more slick then Glenda's, a grip could still be made on it. LaGarrette brutally whipped her straight to the floor. At least it was on her back and not her front, that would've been the end of the bride of Chucky's face.

"Mum…" Glen said weakly. She had been slammed down next to him. The floor had cracked intensely where she made her impact.

Lottie gave a cry and drove her head straight into LaGarrette's face, she couldn't repel that. The correct onomatopoeia to describe it would be "CRAACK!" She was able to get her nose pretty good, but that pissed off LaGarrette more than Chucky had ever so far.

Her veins illuminated again as a painful electrical charge traveled down her arm and straight to Lottie. Her glowy heart now shone with intensity not possible with the factory settings. The youngest Ray screamed and swung at her fruitlessly. LaGarrette roared as she threw Lottie to the ground. Similarly to how Glenda had been punched out of the boathouse, she skidded on the ground after she had landed. She ended up not too far from where Chucky, Ozzy and Shauna knelt by the blasted lumber stack.

"How's the operation coming, guys!?" Ozzy frantically asked, "We're not looking too good out there."

"Grah!" Chucky cried out as Shauna continued to futz around with extracting the Good Guy voice box. She could feel it around her double jointed fingers, it was just a matter of the geometry of pulling it out. "What's this 'we' shit!? We're taking all the hits for you! How about you get out there and take a swing at that broad!?"

"I almost got it!" Shauna gritted, "It's like there's something in the way and it's also connected to something!"

"Just pull it out! I'll bite the pillow!"

"Oh shit! Lottie!" Ozzy screamed.

LaGarrette was through with Glen and had kicked him aside. He and his mother lay weakly on the floor, there's movement, but minimal. Still no sign of Glenda. Lottie was the least incapacitated of them all, but that didn't mean she wasn't down. She was able to get up on a knee, her body ached far too much. When it comes to pain, Lottie micro-cries; subtily getting the tears out while doing pretty much anything else. It really helped here, because she did not want to give LaGarrette the luxury of seeing her shed tears. The woman wasn't going to give her the chance though.

She grinned sisterly as electricity began to swell in her mouth again. Chucky saw and knew what that meant.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shauna! Get it out now!"

"You're still open, my guy!" she screamed. It was nearly out.

"Come on! My fucking daughter!" there was now anxiety in Chucky's screams. He grabbed Shauna's wrist to hurry her along. Ozzy was having a panic attack of his own as he watched LaGarrette's mouth open, her eyes getting sunken and illuminated by the second.

"Dad...Osborne….Mom…" Lottie fell on her back, her breathing increased and her nightlight heart began to pulse almost like it was beating. The beating of someone who was about to see the light. Her stunned body ignored her brain's orders of getting the fuck out of there.

"No..No...Lottie.." Ozzy, for a moment, felt the pain briefly recede, and a flash of anger replaced it. Over all the tiny screams of "oh fuck, you're gonna die and this is crazy," one voice boomed, "that bitch is about to kill your friend." It was at that same instant when Ozzy felt his wrist sort of tingle. But then it became clear that it wasn't his wrist, it was the birthmark. He looked at it, and wondered...

The snake's eye was beginning to glow again. LaGarrette gave an electrical buzz like holler, then the dreaded Tesla blast was released right in Lottie's direction.

"NO!"

Let's recap. Right before LaGarrette popped off that terrifying face orifice blast, Ozzy moved. In a tremendous burst of fear, rage and marijuana impaired judgement; put himself in between Lottie and LaGarrette. Get ready to shit yourself. Damballa's mark "ate" the electricity blast, totally absorbed it. Ozzy had his arm out in front of his face, thought to be a futile shield but really his greatest defense.

It didn't end there. His veins glowed similar to LaGarrette's, full of electrical power. Ozzy clenched his arm. Lottie was where she was all along, staring at him in amazement. The blue hue in Ozzy's illuminated veins suddenly turned a deep scarlet and his arm began to shake.

"I...thought you didn't know…" LaGarrette's jaw dropped, "I thought you didn't fucking know!"

"Hahaha!" Chucky howled then coughed up a puddle of blood. Shauna was almost through but she had to stop to witness the super human like feat her boyfriend just pulled off. Now that, made her wet as fuck.

"It's like...sunshine is walking on me," Ozzy said. He messed about with his shaking hand, it kind of acted like a glow stick with that veiny red hue. All those feelings of anger and fear were gone, replaced with wonder; the default emotion for stoners.

"Shauna, did you see that!?" he cried, he pointed to LaGarrette, "She-"

SHA-FUCKING-ZAM!

Pointing at LaGarrette wasn't a fatal mistake for Ozzy, but it was a mistake nonetheless. At that instant, a blast of red lightning shot from his pointed digit. The nature of the bolt wasn't at all like a normal one in storms; it curved and sporadically curled around itself before striking LaGarrette dead in the chest. It didn't just struck her, it goddamn exploded on her; sending her flying onto her back. Her jacket had caught fire, strange considering it was a leather of some kind. I won't confirm nor deny that it was gator leather. That bolt Ozzy redirected at her clearly wasn't of this world so who knew at this point what the magic fire it made was capable of doing at this point. Lizzie screamed on the ground, Ozzy had done the drop part for her already so she just had to roll.

"Fucking smack!" Ozzy clapped, red sparks splashed from his hands as he did so.

"Jesus Murphy, Osborne...I've never seen anything like that." Lottie had now begun to reagan more strength over her stunned limbs. Ozzy extended his hand to her. She felt a surge through herself when he helped her up, not a painful electrical one like she had with LaGarrette but more of an invigorating one. All those aches, gone in that instant.

"It just happened!" he cried.

"You had no idea that it would work, you just threw yourself in front of me." Her translation; you totally stopped being a pussy for me.

"That's the power of our friendship!" he said, a little too campy.

"Aw...happy to share that power with you." That's so cute, she totally went along with it.

"How dope was it when I-"

Ozzy screamed as he was blasted with a bolt Lizzie had thrown while she was down. It might as well be one second he was feeling fine then the next all around fire ant bites. Lottie cried out his name as he landed on his side, shaking and spazzing from the albeit non lethal but numerous jolts coursing through him.

"I completely misread the situation with you, Acolyte," Lizzie sneered, back on her feet. The magical fire engulfing her jacket and herself had been put out but there was serious damage done. She tore off her badly torched jacket to reveal that her shirt under had been just as burned, and it didn't stop there. Third degree burns encrusted her torso and yes, breasts. In fact, her left one was fully exposed, not that mattered because it was burned to a crisp. Like if Freddy Kreuger was a chick and she was flashing you. You know, how do you win with that? That boob was still smoking, freshly charred from the fire. He did more than ruin her evening. Lizzie menacialy made her way towards him.

"I have to bring you back to the Deacon...alive, and you will be. Just barely."

Lottie attempted at the very most to slow her down but Lizzie swatted her aside with a kinetically charged backhand. Ozzy whimpered, but maintained a furrowed brow with an outstretched hand. The mark was glowing, but it wasn't helping anything.

"C'mon, C'mon!" Ozzy shook his wrist.

"I'm going to fry your eyes in your sockets to the point where they explode," Lizzie was a couple feet from him, "Slowly. Like a pair of grapes in a microwave."

"Oh fuuuck."

"Then, I'm going to have to finger fuck the holes…I reckon if I could get in deep enough I could reach your brain and a couple of shocks, you won't even know where you are anymore."

She knelt down next to him and grabbed his face and held it in front of hers. Ozzy squirmed and gave muffled screams, hitting her with his wrist desperate for it to magically do something. "Aw, Hell, you won't even know who you are anymore. What's your favorite kind of vegetable? Soon, mine might be you."

Lizzie placed her thumbs right on Ozzy's eyes, which were closed tightly. He began to feel her putting pressure on them, little by little. He kicked and thrashed.

Now, there's been a lot of screaming but none compared to Lizzie right here and now. Head thrown back, eyes shut agonizing scream of raw pain. Goddamn, she sounded like the Mila Kunis Gummy Bear.

"Wh-what in the name of-" she nearly went into shock. A sharpened pike of wood protruded out from her thigh. Like, a couple inches away from her crotch, I'm talking inner thigh. The other un-sharpened end stuck out from the point of entry, directly below her buttcheek. Thank the gods, she was not a couple inches over to the left; it would've been a different ending. Lizzie was still knelt down, but she was off Ozzy now. The Acolyte was able to roll away after she let go of him to grip her wound.

Sorry Jack, Chucky's back and he's never been this cocky and over it before. The O.G Lakeshore Strangler's electric voice box was gone. Shauna had gotten it out and sealed the incision shut with a lighter; plastic skin is so much easier to cauterize than human skin. After, Chucky got sharpening wooden weapons with the blasted lumber. Like plastic, wood is also an insulator with no regard for magnetic fields or any of Lizzie's electrical bullshit. No electronic bits, no metal; the playing field truly had been leveled.

Chucky was dragging a wooden club behind him as he prowled towards Lizzie. Shauna stood by proudly with her blood soaked hands out in front of her like a doctor who had just saved a life. The Good Guy voice box lay broken and crushed beneath her shoe.

"Hahaha," laughed Tiffany who had now begun to move more beside her son, "You're going to get in trouble." She said in a sing-song voice.

Lizzie gripped the pike Chucky had thrown through her. Her growl rose into a roar as she pushed the rudimentary spear out, point first meaning the fat end had to travel through her thigh.

"Gra! Fuck me!" she groaned, falling onto her punctured leg as she began to bleed out. Her blood leaked through the cracks of the wooden boathouse floor into the lake below. "Come and fucking get some, Chuck!" she spat and did all the ritual movements to indicate that she was going to hit him with the Tesla blast.

With sunken eyes and mouth, Lizzie LaGarrette's face erupted into a blast of electricity for the final time, focusing it all right on the nearing Chucky. Everyone covered their ears as the bolts wrapped themselves around Chucky in every way and place they could. Keep in mind that last part happened at the speed of light.

Of course, all the bolts and jolts could do is just dance about and nip at Chucky's plastic exterior. Oh yeah, it hurt like a mother fucker, it's raw power he's tanking but it's got nothing to hold on to. Chucky remained planted to the floor with all his might. His hair stood up from the static while his eyes twitched at the constant stinging. The club scraped along the floor behind him as his grip on it grew tighter. The entire time he never took his eyes off LaGarrette, brow furrowed, teeth barred; the ultimate in "I'm going to fuck you up" stares. That grin slowly stretching across his face got wider with each defiant step he took towards.

LaGarrette screamed out in fear and frustration, it was disorientated as she continued to pour it on with the dreaded face orifice blasts. She dropped to her second, better, leg; her power was beginning to wane. The ear-exploding volume of the electricity was dying down, and the buzzing was soon replaced by LaGarrette's screaming. Chucky started screaming too, then he suddenly charged directly to her. LaGarrette's sunken eyes widened as Chucky wound up the club.

A slow motion sequence can really do this picture justice. The crude wooden club crushes into the side of Lizzie's face. Her mouth was open at the time of trauma, causing several teeth to fly out of her mouth, there's also what looks like fireworks of blood spatter. Chucky hit her so hard, the club shattered. The "crack" was far subtle. Seriously, picture Chucky smashing her face in slow motion as the club breaks, comic book panel style. That shit is bad ass. The damage was instantaneous, that entire side of her face was caved in. Her eye even got fucked, a fat swelling purple bruise forced it shut. Blood poured out of her mouth in a spigot like fashion.

Chucky dropped the end that remained of the club and took advantage of the fact that Lizzie was on his level. The plastic "cracks!" were audible as he unleashed furious right and left hooks, his knuckles alternated tenderizing a cheek of flesh of the other of bone, that's how caved that side of her face was.

Lizzie displayed the resilience of a slasher, alright. She snatched up a shard of wood and gave Chucky a piece of his own medicine right into his side. Chucky's pain receptors have gone through Hell and back, like usual, so that felt like a love tap to him. That didn't change the fact that there was a shard of wood inches away from piercing his little doll spleen. Lizzie didn't let go, she flung the impaled Chucky far back towards the boathouse doors.

Those doors suddenly flung open, nearly crushing Chucky in the process. Glenda strutted in, her cheek seemingly inflated to their limits. It became clear that she was holding a liquid in her mouth, judging by the physics of them. She was doing her hardest not to swirl whatever it was around.

That strut broke into a sprint, right towards the bewildered Lizzie who was starting to break down the pike impaling her leg. In a fashion very much like her mother, Glenda reached in between her cleavage and pulled out a lighter.

The fluid in her mouth was gasoline. She had taken a nibble out of the rental car gas tank and taken on a mouthful. Those piranha teeth can do some serious damage if the right number of newtons is applied. The lighter had to have come from the car, one of Ozzy's many extras. Spitting in LaGarrette's face wasn't enough for the Duchess, she wanted to take it a step further. So when Glenda started spitting out that gasoline on Lizzie's face, she held the lighter in front of her mouth and pulled the fork (yes, that's what's called).

The Duchess became a fire-breathing dragon, right in Lizzie's face. That was going to cost her the side of her face that wasn't horrendously smashed. Glenda scampered off most boisterous-like to Lottie. Her younger sister was more than ok. The two watched the splendor that was Lizzie screaming, "my face!" as she gripped her head. Kinetic energy boosted her head shaking to the point where it looked blurry. Regardless of how fast she fanned the flames away, a third degree burn painted her face.

"Now that was fucking spitting fire!" Glenda cheered, "Did you see that!?"

"I'm seeing so much shit tonight!" Lottie cried and embraced her sister.

"Not you, Lottiepop, future me. She's over there." she pointed and waved, "hi!"

"That's right, past me!" Future Glenda smiled, "You're a one of a kind winner! Dreadie loves you! And everyone at school never surrounded you at recess and chanted 'freak!' over and over again until your confidence broke! You're the Duchess!"

"Hell, yeah…"

"Glenda, there's no one there."

"Huh?"

The sisters covered their ears as LaGarrette suddenly popped off the Tesla blast. Only this time, it was directly through the ceiling. She wasn't trying to attack, she was screaming in torment and pain. Poor woman, she was barely recognizable as human anymore. Her body torched, her face crushed and burned. She couldn't be looked in the eyes anymore. One could best be described as nothing more than a bloody ball that just occupied space in her skull and the other was damn near hanging out. Just typing out that she's able to see only a little is making me cringe. Just end it already. Fuck, I forgot about the hole in her leg. The goddamn, gaping hole in her thigh. To say she messed with the bees and got stung would be an understatement.

Chucky answered her back with one last charging scream and executed the pounce them and ground them tatic. He had her now, he had Lizzie pinned to the ground as she writhed beneath him. It was beginning to look a lot like a murder now. Chucky grabbed her by what little remained of her shirt collar and headbutted her, making sure his forehead lined up with hers. It was definitely more than ten times, he nailed her like that. The way Lizzie bled as she sparked made her seem more like a machine breaking down then a human being relieved of life.

"CHUCKY!" she screamed and clasped his head and began administering shocks directly to him for the last time as that was one last final cry of defiance.

"This is my city, LaGarrette! MINE!" Chucky reached for her neck. The two stranglers locked in a death embrace.

"I'll help you, dad!"

Brutal and majestic have never looked so good together when Glen back flipped through the air right on her tibia where she lay. Lizzie was emitting electricity all around to her to fend off anyone else, Glen shrugged the bolts off as they tugged on his plastic skin. He landed with such intentional intensity that the damn thing broke. Another dying scream from Lizzie. Ozzy and Shauna thought it weird, watching this woman be killed should be hard to watch, but they couldn't look away. Some cheers actually had to be held back.

Chucky did get caught up on beating down on her. The glow of the amulet inside Lizzie's chest drew his eyes away from his gory work. Yeah, the Soul of Damballa, the reason why they're there fighting this bitch in the first place.

"You got something I want," he said and pulled out the wood shard from his side. He knuckle dusted Lizzie one more time for good measure. That seemed to knock her out, until she suddenly wrapped her hands around his throat and held him back. What made that especially chilling was that her head was unresponsive, her eye rolled back her head. She wasn't screaming anymore, only groaning.

"Glen!" Chucky barked. His son quickly grabbed a couple more wood pieces with sharp edges and wrestles with Lizzie's arms, trying to free his father. He was able to tear her fingers loose. Coordinating with Chucky in holding them down, they drove the shards into Lizzie's hands, palm first in a very crucifiction fashion. That was the intention, to nail her hands to the floor with these improv stakes. Wood hasn't been this essential since shop class.

"ARRRRRRRRG-STOP!" Lizzie suddenly became responsive, or at least as responsive as a woman in her condition could be, "You have no idea what will happen if you remove the Soul from me like this!"

"It'd kill you, that be a good start," Chucky snickered, "Now, GIVE ME!"

With two hands, that's how you know it was mighty, he stabbed Lizzie in the chest, just above where the amulet was planted. He started cutting around, imagining a dotted line around the jewel. Lizzie screamed and thrashed. She obviously couldn't move her arms and Glen had her legs pinned, even the broken one. Every orifice in her face was bleeding or had been bleeding. Hell, new ones were even created; ones that should not ever exist.

When Chucky reached where he had started, he wasted no time in driving his hand into the cavity. His heart jumped in his chest as he felt the stone of the amulet's body touch his fingers. Like Kano, he tore the Soul of Damballa from Lizzie's chest. Sticking streams of gore still connected it partly to where it had been pulled in a bloody display. To add insult to injury, he punched the gasping Lizzie in the jaw before getting off her.

"I'm the fuckin' best!" Chucky held the amulet up triumphantly. The Rays erupted in "hell yeah"s and "fuck yeah"s.

"Sweetface!" Tiffany nearly knocked him off his feet with that hug and kissed his blood caked forehead, "You got it!" He gave her a kiss in the same place with such length and volume that Bugs Bunny would be jealous. Glen, Glenda and Lottie joined their parents in a family embrace.

"You guys are fucking ruthless!" Chucky hugged his family, "How's everyone feeling?"

"Like shit!" The battered family answered playfully.

"Yeah, but we got a saying in this family; burn, maim, kill or stab, it doesn't matter we just keep coming back."

"Coming back fucking hurts," said Glenda.

"Don't we know it?"

"Uh...Chucky…" Ozzy pointed.

"...Brutal." Chucky commented.

LaGarrette was back up again. She was, and looked, far more than a quarter dead; like a quasi zombie. Broken leg contorting inwards, scorched breasts, torn hands (from ripping away from the shards that nailed her down by her hands), hole in thigh that goes all the way through and crushed, burned face.

"What the fuck, Chucky!? Is this just what happens when you become a psychopathic serial killer? Your body just rejects death!?"

"I...AM...DEATH!" Lizzie spat lighting and blood. Her tone became more smugly grim. "You're so fucking stupid, you know that? I have an entire storm inside me...that's a hell of a lot of 'tricity...enough to power one hundred Best Buys...I have to house all that power…" she stared at the hole where the Soul of Damballa used to be, "And you just broke down the door…"

The electrical tendrils were back, only this time they were far thicker. They shot out from anywhere on Lizzie's body at lightning speed bouncing off and destroying whatever they touched in the boathouse. This also started several small fires with anything wooden being struck. Lizzie was sparking dangerously again. Beneath the support beams of the building, the waves of Lake Michigan could be heard crashing up against them, shaking the structure to its core. Dark clouds had also begun to gather overhead. Lizzie gave a wounded laugh. Everyone was still in a state of confusion, except for Chucky who had just caught on.

"Holy fuck…" he whispered, "She's going to explode."

"That amulet was the only thing controlling the storm inside, my soul wasn't strong enough to on it's own...without it, I can't hold it any longer...Chicago's about to become one big ass lighting rod...and everyone around...fried chicken."

Everyone fell silent. No one wanted to be that person, not even Ozzy. You know, the very first person to start screaming and running before everyone else does. It doesn't look good on anyone not even in the face of Chicago possibly being destroyed.

"...You're an asshole!" Ozzy shouted off the top of his head. It really showed.

"You're a crazy asshole!" Chucky added, "What about the Order? What about Burton? You'll be wasting him too!"

"I die..we all die...in the name of Damballa." Lizzie said and hung her head. The sheer electrical power had begun to eat her from the inside out. When there's nothing left to consume, it will release. The boathouse was beginning to fall apart now as sections exploded and burned. Lizzie's face had returned to it's sunken state, though now it looked far more demented as the space around became a cluster of high voltage like a power plant overloading.

"Like fuck we are. Get her!" The Rays were on her again like piranhas feeding only there was no razor sharp striking going on. They were trying to push her back, all the way back off the pier and into the lake. They were a quarter of the way to start with and Lizzie was frail enough to where they could actually move her. Yanking and pulling at her pre-existing wounds helped hurry her (Glenda found it most amusing driving her arm in and out of the hole in Lizzie's thigh) along but the small electrical storm was growing in size. Chucky and Glen had to provide most of the muscle work as the bolts attacked Tiffany, Glenda and Lottie's electric parts. There was a cacophony of electronically distorted lady doll voces; I LoVE YoU, wiTh ThIS riNg I-, hI I'M LoTtIe, aND I'm hERe tO GIvE yOU LoTS oF LOVe. The last one hurt Ozzy to hear the most. Lottie's illuminated heart glowed at ridiculous intensity, more than it ever has at that distance to Lizzie.

"They aren't going to get her off in time…" Ozzy said.

"Phrasing." Shauna quipped.

"I'll allow it, ten points….agh, fuck." he held his wrist.

"C'mon call on the power of Eternia or whatever and body bag that bitch."

"Trying to but nothing comes out."

"Phrasing."

"I've taught you well." Ozzy shook his wrist, still nothing. The frustrating part was that the eye was glowing but not doing anything.

"Maybe we could try the telekinesis deal," suggested Shauna, "Drop something heavy on her and send her through the floor. How about...that anchor." She pointed at the hefty, old school kedge anchor that had fallen on Glenda so comically when Lizzie knocked her into it. The chain that stretched a measly (in a nautical sense) thirty feet was still attached to it and if you want to get into the specifics of it, it hadn't been used in a really long time. The metal was coated in rust, taking away the metal's properties as a conductor. Lizzie wouldn't be able to repel it.

"Drop that right on her head, it'll be like Looney Tunes!" Shauna encouraged. Ozzy pointed his palm at the anchor and focused. Move the anchor; envision it floating through the air weightlessly, then submitting to gravity and landing directly on Lizzie's head with the sound effect...it was hopeless.

"How did you do it last time with the chair?" Shauna asked.

"I'm not sure...I went downstairs with Chucky, we ripped...wait a minute."

"No! That's too far fetched."

"Maybe it's a mind thing."

"It has to be a total coincidence."

"It's the only lead we got."

"It's too insane."

"And everything else going on isn't?" Ozzy pulled out a joint from his pocket.

"You have the lighter you used to seal up Chucky?"

"Un-fucking-believable."

"Hey look, dad!" Glenda cried, latched onto Lizzie's leg, "I got both arms through." The sadistic little wench had worked both her arms through the hole in Lizzie's thigh. And that hole was not that big to start out with. She playfully made a heart with her hands poking out the other side. By now, all the Rays' hair was standing from the static around them. Lizzie was getting more dangerous to be near by the second.

Chucky couldn't answer, Lizzie was focusing the most on him; swatting him with her torn up hands that each acted as a thousand volt taser. Lizzie always liked to brag about the amount of power she had but let's give respect to the amount of power he's just been tanking this entire time. Chucky had been successful in avoiding most of her blows, but something in the air caused him to get distracted and struck.

"Mother fucker, are you smoking weed now!?" he screamed back at Ozzy, who now, with the help from Shauna, was half way through the modestly sized bone. Ozzy had it in his mouth as he tried to telekinetically move the anchor once again.

"Come on...magic man…" he shook his fingers at the kedge, making a low "oooweeeooo" noise to seem more magician like but just came across as a stoned dick. The anchor wasn't stirring though.

"I don't know, maybe it's too heavy," he said.

"Too heavy? For who? No one's lifting it, it's all in your head!" said Shauna, "Maybe try to think of it with no weight or maybe in zero gravity."

"I could…" he tried, still nothing.

Suddenly, the chain started to rattle.

"Look at that!" Ozzy cried.

"That is the most phantasmic shit I've ever seen," said Shauna. The chains strangely enough, did feel lighter to Ozzy. It was a start.

"I got an idea," he said, "I'm going to Friday the 13th Part VII this bitch."

"...You're going to summon your dead father to fight her?"

"What? No! I'm going to telekinetically wrap her in chains and then send her to a water grave. Wh-what fucking movie did you see?"

"What fucking movie did you see!? The chick never did that. She did have telekinesis but she never did anything with a chain...that was the last movie. They chained him to the bottom of the lake and shredded him with a boat motor."

Ozzy blinked, "I remember seeing Jason being subdued by magic chains...and then cast into the lake."

"Ozzy, I got news for you, that shit never happened. Your mind must've come with this hodgepodge of Friday the 13th endings, you stoned bastard." Shauna put an arm around him.

"...Well fuck that and fuck slasher movies for their inability to be unique. We're doing that now!" Ozzy raised his hand in a maestro like fashion, the chain rose like a cobra. He then beckoned it closer, it pulled itself away from the anchor and broke itself free.

"Go forth!" Ozzy screamed and flung his arm in Lizzie's direction, the chain followed as if under guidance, "I got her, you guys!"

The Ray knew to get out of the way when they saw the chain hurtling towards them, again, like a cobra striking out. As with most things done to her tonight, Lizzie didn't get to react to it.

"ACOLYTE!" she screamed as the chain wrapped itself around her. It didn't start with her legs, the chain looped itself around her torso. During one of the rotations, it managed to catch one of her arms binding it to her side. She was down on her broken leg as her weight increased as the full length of the chain came out to constrict her. It became tighter and tighter, driving rusted metal into torn and burned flesh. Lizzie screamed as bones began to break under the pressure. Ozzy and Shauna heard it from where they stood.

Ozzy lost his telekinetic control over the anchor chain once Lizzie was subdued. They had stopped nothing, she was still going to pop off in the biggest possible way. Lizzie was no longer making words, just groans and gargles. She was really beginning to seem like a zombie now with her face totally sunken.

"Whoa..hold on." Ozzy felt his arm aggressively tingle again and seize up. His veins began to illuminate the scarlet glow again. That was a sight for his sore, equally scarlet eyes. This was it.

"Goodnight everybody!" and by everybody he meant Lizzie. He didn't point at her, he let her have the full view of his palm. The red lighting of Damballa shot from his hand in ways that he has only had comic book wet dreams about. It was so intense, Ozzy had to hold his hand in place.

Lizzie screamed for the final time as the dormant storm within awakened. Then she was struck, in the face by the wrath of the Voodoo god, delivered through his Acolyte. No one got to watch her head explode as the once living force of nature was thrown back, through the wall with a crash and off the pier. Lizzie's last breath came as she fell towards the lake water; a brief but final moment of reflection for her failure before her life flashes before her eyes. The splash couldn't have sounded more like a body shattering slap.

At that moment, Elizabeth LaGarrette became consumed by the massive power she kept housed for so long. There was nowhere for that power to go except for Lake Michigan. Electricity crackled harmoniously as the water, as far as the eye could see, became drawn with electricity. All across and down the Lakeshore; the freshwater fish inhabitants began to surface in masses. Basses, trouts and bluegills all floated lifelessly and washed up on the shore in hundreds. It was late at night so not too many people were swimming, but if there was anyone out there; they're more than likely fried as well.

The electricity was still dancing among the little, choppy waves as Ozzy, Shauna and the Rays looked out the hole they had sent Lizzie flying out of at the horizon. As grizzly as a scene it was, the blue glow was almost as bright as the moon. In the distance, they could hear police sirens and mobbed cries. They're probably surveying the river that runs through the city that comes directly in from the lake. This was a goddamned city wide event, not low key at all.

"Hoe-ly shit...Jesus Christ," Ozzy covered his mouth.

"Ozzy...this is the wettest you've ever made!' Shauna grabbed her boyfriend and pulled him in for the squelchiest kiss you ever did see. That's the sound lip contact makes, you know, the squelch.

"Longest fucking murder ever!" cried Chucky, "But you know what, it's worth it," he held up the Soul of Damballa, "it was all fucking worth it! Because we're the best-"

"Around!" Ozzy joined him in the song he knew he was segwaying into, "nothing's going to eva' keep us down!"

"I can't believe that shit! She was so young a-and powerful and we're so…" Ozzy stopped when he saw the looks the Rays were giving him, "guerilla." He saved himself, they accepted that.

"I radiate that big ball energy!" Chucky was still pumped, "Walk right the fuck into a trap and walk out with treasure. Damn, this is the secondest most intense scuffle I've ever been in.."

"Wait, what was the first?" Shauna tilted her head.

"Storytime, bitches…"

The year is 1988 and Welcome to the Jungle is blaring over the stereo speakers, deep in the bowels of Eddie Captuo's cousin's basement. It's a big ol' place with concrete floors and walls; that's the arena and is used as such. Eddie's cousin wants to bring back the dog vs rat fights, but tonight was different.

Chucky, having done his weight in cocaine and ether, was on the left side usually reserved for visiting dogs. Whatever sexy, shirtless image you have in your mind, take it out. Now. His long hair was all tangled and nasty. It dropped just below his face in a perfect way, ending inches past his chin. The only time his face could be seen was when he threw his head back in a barbarian scream. The man only wore the torn jeans he had arrived in. His torso was the fusion of twiggy alien and quarterback. You read "The Rake"? He looks like the Rake.

His opponents that night were two Dobermans belonging to one of the regulars. A man with an AC/DC shirt held the snarling dogs by their leashes across from where Chucky stood and his grip on those leather leashes were getting looser. Chucky was all too eager, he danced around excitedly in a sort of Irish jig while barking at the dogs in his own way.

"ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he howled, Everyone who had come in that night wanted to see a crazy person and he wasn't disappointing.

"Chuck, are you absolutely sure about this?" Eddie asked from where he sat. Tiffany was close to him too. She had just finished a cigarette and had immediately started another. She had done all she could to talk him out of this, but it was too late. He had taken ether for the first time and he was tripping his goddamn balls off.

"Yeah! I'm going to go with $180...I'm looking at that Walkman Bob has up there and I'm thinking 'no fucking way that's worth more than $200!" he yelled to Eddie.

"Chucky, I told you, this isn't The Price is Right, we're at Kevin's. You're fighting these dogs!"

"You know what, I'll actually go with $215, Bob."

"There's no Bob Barker, here, sweetface," Tiffany told her boyfriend.

"Oh my god," Chucky started at her, "Are you Florence Nightingale?"

"No, Chucky, it's me."

"...I'm sorry, Tiffany, I called you a name."

"...Go get em' champ," smiled Eddie.

Whoever was in charge of the music turned the volume dial as much as it would go. Guns N' Roses are enough to send anybody into a masculine rampage and that translated quite nicely to Chucky's trip. The man in the AC/DC shirt called out, "You're fucked, Ray! So very fucked!" And he dropped the leashes beside him. The dogs took off right towards him, teeth barred and spit flying everywhere.

"CHUCKY KILL!" he roared.

"And then I dressed and claimed their carcases for the next hour," finished Chucky, "Then made sweet, sweet love with Tiff all night." Collective disgusted gags from his children. Tiffany had a look that would make John Krasinski jealous. She never asked a lot of questions in bed, but that night remains one of the most questionable bedtime sessions in her life. New noises were discovered.

"Goddamn, dude." Ozzy said.

"I say that about wraps this shitshow up," said Chucky, "I know a place we can go to recuperate because frankly, this was just the opposite of low profile." They continued to stare out at the electrified lake. Ozzy suddenly got an idea.

"Hey, let's get a picture here, in front of the lake of thunder; our trip to Chicago."

"Picture?" the moment Glenda hurt that word she started fussing with her hair.

"Who's taking it?" Shauna asked.

"I am, check this out." Ozzy held out his phone on his palm. The Eye of Damballa stirred, but nowhere near as much as it had earlier. Ozzy's phone gently lifted itself and positioned itself in front of the group, keeping the view of the lake in the background. Now, it was a matter of posing.

"I'm game," Chucky said, "I mean, people are going to say it's "picturestored" anyway."

"Photoshopped, dad" said Glen.

"Tomato, tomahto. Come here, Tiff."

Tiffany laughed as Chucky lifted her and held her like the bride she was. He stood in front of Ozzy and Shauna, wanting to be in the center. Sort of a "remember who got you here" momento.

"I want to be right here!" Glenda rushed over to Ozzy's other side. She leaned on his leg in a flirty, dramatic pose; like a Vogue model with shark teeth.

"Hey Ms. Shauna, can you hold your arm out to the side?" Glen asked, "I want to try something."

"Sure." Shauna did just that and gasped as Glen jumped up and grabbed onto her arm. He hung in the picture frame in just the right way. He held on with one hand and positioned his other like he was going for his blade heroically.

"See what I'm on about?"

"Actually, Glen, that's kind of badass, it's like you're a ninja or doing a pull up. Right on." He wasn't too heavy and Shauna had the arm strength to keep it still and stable.

"What about you, Lottie?" Ozzy asked.

"I don't have that photogenic know-how. You can put me anywhere," she said.

"Ok, C'mere." He picked her up and placed her on his shoulders not like a doll, but like a child. "How's that?"

"Tall," Lottie said, simply, "I like it, just don't expect the perfect smile."

"No pressure at all, just be you...we good?"

Collective yeahs from all around.

"Ok, three...two...one."

"Click" went his camera phone as he shot the photo. Everyone gave a picturesque smile. Chucky had his tongue out while Tiffany was stifling laughter, Glen gave a very Anime smirk as he posed hanging with Shauna's arm with his blade, Glenda with her glee full grin leaning on the man of her dreams and Lottie giving a lofty smile from atop of Ozzy's shoulders with her face in her hands. And she said she didn't have picture know how. Ozzy and Shauna, amidst all these dolls, gave exalted but grateful smiles that they had met these people and perhaps new friends. Everyone broke apart once the phone floated back into Ozzy's hand. The Rays all got a look at it as they made their way out of the boathouse and back to the rental car.

Ozzy had offered to let Lottie down, but she preferred to stay up until they go back to the Mustang. She likes being tall. By now, her luminescent doll heart had stopped glowing completely without the presence of LaGarrette.

"Shit's coming together!" Chucky said with glee as he held the Soul of Damballa and half of the Heart. He and his family sat in the backseat while Ozzy and Shauna navigated through the more southern areas of the city, not too far from Chucky's original place. That was their next destination.

"I'm so damn happy I got you guys," Ozzy said, "Seriously, I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you guys."

"Oh, stop." Chucky said.

"Really."

"No, I mean, really stop, that's the kind of shit that makes me vomit...thanks for the recognition though feels good."

"I mean the shit, you guys did to her, damn. I never thought witnessing a murder would be that...epic."

"Witnessing?" Glenda said, "Dreadie, we didn't kill her, you did. That finishing blow was all you. Basically, we just loosened the pickle jar for you."

"I wouldn't say loosened…" Chucky huffed.

"Fuck...is this the guilt I'm feeling from taking her life?" Ozzy reflected. This caused everyone in the car to give him a weird look. "Yeah, I'm just kidding, she was a fucking pyscho!" Laughter replaced the radio as the car's main soundtrack.

"Ozzy popped his killing cherry!" Chucky cheered.

The laughter and jokes were cut short when the Mustang got rear ended. Ozzy and Shauna cried out as the car rumbled, but the Acolyte kept his foot on the gas. The perpetrator was a black Suburban from the late 2000s with no license plates. It was accompanied by five more of the same type and make. The windows weren't tinted, but inside shadowy humanoid shapes could be made out behind the dash and in the back seats. Every so often, there were gleams of knife blades.

"Chucky!" cried Ozzy as he continued to drive on, "who the fuck is this!?"

"Fuck me...it's HIM."