Ok, I'll make it short this time, because I want to go to bed right away ... I have to go back to school tomorrow after 2 wonderful weeks of vacation ... -. - * yawn * am I tired! But I didn't want to withhold the new Chucky part from you and I finished typing. And voilà, here it is!

Bloody and long as usual. Oh yes ... in the last part I set you up nicely! ^^ You will read it in a moment! * fg * * crazy laugh *





Part 5: Insane and cruel



The heap of rubble in front of the patio door began to move. Slowly the fragments of the wall were pushed aside. A blood-smeared hand appeared. Then a scratched arm. Bra freed himself bit by bit from the rubble and stumbled out onto the lawn. She staggered, but was struggling to stand on her feet. She held the bleeding side and groaned. Her little dress was torn and smeared with blood. Her head hurt tremendously and her face was scratched. She hobbled a hesitant step and sagged her right ankle.

"Ouch! Damn shit ...!" she cursed softly and sniffed. “It's gone.” She turned around gently and looked back at the house, which was now completely gloomy in the darkness. From inside she heard a tapping noise, then a hoarse giggle. It ran cold down her spine. Then there was something scraping, as if a sharp object was being ground.

"Trunks ... Goths!" she whispered desperately. What should she do? If she stayed out here any longer, she might see Vegeta or that sick doll. But she couldn't leave her brother and Goten alone! The tears ran down her cheeks unhindered and burned terribly in the wounds. She started shaking all over. Then the resolve slowly took shape in her. She sniffed and looked back at the house one last time.

"I have to get help. I promised! Take care of yourselves, boys ..." Then she turned around and hobbled a few more steps to the garden gate, where she carefully took off.



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They heard tripping footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement. They couldn't see anything because it was pitch dark since the lights went out. They heard themselves breathing, faster and faster, as if they could no longer breathe.

"It's coming down here!" Trunks whispered hoarsely and raised the sword protectively in front of his body to be on the safe side. Goten took a defensive stance and held his breath tense.

The cellar door creaked open and a streak of light fell into the room, which Trunks only narrowly missed. Trunk's heart was beating faster and faster. Then the doll poked its ugly head in the door. Her evil eyes sparkled cold and devilish in the light as she looked around the room.

"Eckstein, Eckstein, everything must be hidden!" Chucky croaked and giggled (* g * Veggi's sentence when he was looking for C20! ^^). Trunks and Goten didn't move. They watched Chucky, ready to strike immediately. Then Chucky pushed the door open with a jerk.The sudden light blinded the two Saiyans. Chucky grinned, pulled out two flashing knives and threw them unerringly and with lightning speed. Goten was able to dodge in time, but the knife still slit open his shirt and left a bloody cut on his stomach.

“Aaargh, damn shit!” Trunks dropped his sword and clasped his hands around the handle of the knife. All blood drained from Goten's head when he saw the knife in Trunks thigh. He took a few steps back, rigid with horror. Trunks slowly pulled the knife from his leg, his face contorted with pain, and gasped for breath. It began to flicker in front of his eyes. * That's just the shock! * he told himself and picked up his sword from the ground.

Then the door slammed again and they stood in the dark again. They heard Chucky's crazy laugh that was sometimes closer and sometimes further. Suddenly a rack crashed to the floor behind Trunks. The two winced, turned around at the noise and at the same time took a leap backwards.

"The creature is sick!" Goten said and turned around, always following the sound of Chucky's tapping feet. "It's fast." Trunks determined analytically. "And absolutely vicious. Who knows what his sick brain will spit out next." Chucky's hoarse giggle came up to her and left again.



Then suddenly the noises stopped abruptly. Dead silence spread in the cellar. Goten felt like you had to hear his heart beating at the other end of the room. "Where is it?" he whispered to Trunks. His senses had become incredibly sensitive. “Damn it, where is it?” His voice went panic. Trunks didn't answer. He focused on every movement, every sound. His injured leg ached and began to shake uncontrollably. He clung ironly to the sword, his hands were damp with sweat from fear.



Suddenly everything happened at the same time. The shelves all over the basement seemed to be falling over.It rattled, boomed, and popped that hurt their ears. They heard Chucky's giggle again, then his voice ...

"Got you guys!"

The light went on and Trunks could barely jump aside when an object came flying. "Goten, duck !!" he shouted, his shoulder slamming painfully on the cold floor. The splintering sound of steel hitting stone filled the cellar a fraction of a second later. Then everything was quiet.

Trunks struggled to his feet. “Goten?” He looked up and immediately had to breathe a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?"

“Sure!” Goten's voice trembled noticeably and was higher than normal. He was trembling like a leaf. "Everything ok, dude ..." The ax had missed Goten's head by a hair's breadth and was wedged in the wall. Goten sank to the floor along the wall and slumped. Trunks hobbled the few steps to his friend and helped him to stand up. "Do you have any more things like that in the basement?" asked Goten whimpering.Trunks stared at the hatchet in horror and shook his head. "I hope not ..."

Chucky's laugh suddenly brought her back. No, it wasn't over yet ... The game would go on.



The horrific doll came running out from behind a shelf that was still standing with a mad screeching, and approached the two Saiyajins with the knife drawn. "Not again!" Trunks growled and picked up the ax. "Come on, let's get out of here!" Goten's face went white as he saw Chucky running towards him. Trunks jerked the hatchet out of the wall. "But that's enough for me now!" he called hoarsely and swung it over his head. When Chucky was within range, he gave the doll a hard blow with the ax and turned around while he was running. “Goten, come on before the cattle come to!” Goten didn't need to be told twice and dragged himself out of the cellar behind Trunks.



They stopped only on the first floor and gasped for breath."What now?" asked Goten, nervously watching the stairs. “Where's Vegeta?” Trunks shrugged. “He's probably suppressing his aura.” This uncertainty visibly gnawed both of them on their nerves and made them nervous. Then they heard noises from the kitchen. Goten tried to grin. "Well, the way it sounds, he's just feeding the fridge. By the way, I can take something too ..." His stomach growled loudly. "Now is not the right opportunity for that! We have to come up with something!" Trunks said angrily.

His gaze wandered down the hall and stopped at the door to his parents' bedroom. A horror filled him when he thought of the picture that would present itself to him in it. Then his eyes suddenly brightened and he took Goten by the arm. "Hey, what if we can find something to neutralize the doll with?" "What? What do you mean?" that's a spell."Now Goten's eyes brightened too." You mean ... that your father is bewitched? "Trunks nodded." Exactly, and maybe we'll find the answer in there. "He pointed to the door to his parents' bedroom at the end of the hall. Goten swallowed and turned pale again." But in there ... No, you can't ask that of me! I'm not going in there! "" Do you want to end this nightmare or go for it? "

Goten took a deep breath and then slowly nodded. "Fine. Let's try it!"



Carefully and as quietly as possible, so as not to attract attention, Trunks and Goten went down the aisle. Goten's gaze fell on Trunks injured leg. "Trunks, you are bleeding like hell! We have to treat the wound, otherwise you will bleed to death!" Trunks stopped and looked down at himself. His friend was right. His pants were soaked in blood and he left a noticeable trail behind him. "Shit ..."

They perked up when the house was quiet again. "Come on, quickly into the room!"Goten pulled Trunks with him and closed the door behind him. When he turned he choked open and quickly turned away. Bulma was still on the bed. It was stuffy and there was a sweet smell of decay in the air.



Trunks didn't hesitate and tore a scrap of cloth from his torn pants. He sat exhausted on the floor by the wall and bandaged his aching leg. Chucky did his job because the bleeding just wouldn't stop. How much blood do you think he had lost? Or how much blood did you have to lose before bleeding to death?

With his face contorted with pain, he finally struggled to his feet and hobbled over to Goten, who seemed to have found something. "What you have there?" he asked in a hoarse voice. Goten turned and held a tattered book in front of his nose. Trunks eyed it. "That's a book from mother's. She is ..." his voice was full of bitterness, "... she was on such an esoteric trip."

Goten flipped through the pages. "That's voodoo. White and black natural magic. I know about it because I gave a lecture about it."

"And? Can you do something with it?" Trunks wanted to know hopefully. But Goten just shrugged. "Don't know, first I have to find the spell that hexed your father with and then look for a counter-spell. I also need my Gris Gris." "Your what?" "My talisman and lucky charm. White magic ..." Trunks look became