Hello Leutz!



Man, I haven't contacted you for a long time ...-. -` I'm very sorry! I really have to shit in school and don't have that much time ...



So, finally there is the 6th part of Chucky! ^^ This time it's really scary ... * brrr *



Many thanks to all of the commi writers! * hug you all * What would I do without you guys?



Well, enough talked about now! The horror cabinet can be started again! Muahahaha !!! * crazy laughs * * psycho view *





Part 6: Carpe Noctem



Everything around Trunks was black. He saw nothing but blackness. Was he awake or passed out? His whole body pulsed with a dull ache. Where was he? Had Chucky caught him after all? He did not know, his thoughts circled like a thick pulp only around two words: Wake up! Wake up!



"Wake up ...!"

Something cold brushed his face. Trunks dawned on consciousness. He opened his eyes carefully, only to close them again immediately.Everything turned and two bizarre figures grinned at him.

"Come on, come on! Don't be shy!" The ice-cold blade brushed his cheek again and a small red trickle found its way over Trunks pale skin. Trunks opened his eyes again and pulled himself together. His father was standing in front of him, you grinned maliciously at him. And on his lap sat the ugly, devilish doll and licked the blood from the knife.

"Where ... where am I?" croaked Trunks. His voice was hoarse and he wasn't feeling well at all.

"In the living room. Are you sitting comfortably?" replied Vegeta scornfully. Trunks only now noticed that he was tied to a chair in the middle of the spacious living room. Suddenly the fear rose again and he tugged at the shackles.

"Well, well, I'd rather not do that, son!"

Trunks looked blankly at Vegeta.

"If you want to break free, I have to kill you for better or worse! So better leave it for now, otherwise we won't be able to play with you anymore!"He laughed and Trunks had a cold run down his back. He bowed his head and immediately opened his eyes in shock. A large puddle of blood spread out at his feet. His pant leg was soaked with blood and his wound was throbbing uncomfortably.

* I don't want to bleed to death! * he exclaimed in his mind. * Damn it, where is Goten? *



Chucky hopped off Trunks lap visibly pleased. He giggled and hummed some bestial song to himself.

"Oh, it's a shame Tiffany isn't here, she'd have the greatest pleasure in you!" said Chucky and grinned up at Vegeta. Vegeta just growled indignantly. "Pah! Your bride can still stew in the oven! I don't want another stupid dwarf like that!"

Chucky started to growl. The hand that held the knife began to tremble. "What did you just say about my Tiffany?"

"Shut up, I can say what I want, understand dwarf?" Vegeta grabbed Chucky by the back of the collar and picked him up. Chucky started screaming hoarsely.

Trunks winced again. Chucky's scream was no ordinary scream. He was filled with pure malice, pure hatred. Vegeta, however, remained completely unmoved and continued to play his little game with Chucky.

“Damn Saiyan! Put me down or you will regret it bitterly!” Desert curses flew through the air. Vegeta just let Chucky fidget by his hand. "I'll get you back, you can count on it!"

Vegeta just laughed. "How do you mean, you measly thing? Are you going to curse me again?" Chucky growled, reached out with the knife and tossed it right on Vegeta's side. Vegeta didn't bother to evade. The distance would also have been far too short. The knife slipped between his ribs and got stuck. But since Vegeta's muscles were as hard as steel, only the point had disappeared in the flesh.

"Damn little mistratte!" Vegeta growled, let Chucky sail through the living room and ripped the knife out of his body.



Trunks watched the spectacle with increasing unease. His father was still acting like he had before, but the change was not to be overlooked. His gaze was now ice cold and without any feeling.

Somehow he had to get out of this situation. And where the hell was Goten with the book? This book was her last hope!

The high blood loss was slowly becoming noticeable. He felt dizzy and an inner chill took over his heart.

"Goths, damn it, where are you?" he said softly.

He found new strength and now lifted his head. "Goten! Gooten, get me out of here !!"



*****

Goten sat shivering in a corner. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. He clutched the book and stared into the darkness. His hair was wet on his forehead.

"I can not stand it any longer…!" he whispered. He heard noises all over the house. A giggle, pounding footsteps, mumbled words ...
"I can't take it anymore !! Stop it! Stop it!" He screwed up his eyes and began to rock back and forth apathetically. His left hand clutched his thick black hair.

Then he heard someone calling from somewhere in the house. And there again! Goten hesitantly raised his head and listened. Yes, someone called. Someone called his name, called him, Goths!

Slowly he straightened up. Trunks called for him! Trunks! With difficulty and with trembling knees, Goten got up and braced himself against the wall. He was not at all comfortable with it. In addition, there had been a yawning emptiness in his stomach for some time.

"You caught Trunks! Damn it, what am I doing now?" Goten took a few hesitant steps towards the hall. He couldn't mind Vegeta, he was too weak. But at least he had the book against Chucky.



*****

Vegeta turned his attention back to his son. He slapped his cheek several times with the palm of his hand.

"Well, fully awake again?"

"What you up to?" Trunks asked in a weak voice. He was dizzy and the living room began to circle around him. If someone didn't stop his bleeding soon, he knew he was going to die. He was miserable, he no longer wanted to defend himself. No matter what Vegeta and Chucky might do to him, he would let it, because he simply didn't have the strength to fight back. He didn't care about anything. Soon it was all over anyway ...

“Hey, don't fall asleep!” Vegeta slapped him in the face. Trunks groaned, but the slap had its effect and the dizziness subsided for a moment. Then he was rudely torn back by the hair by Vegeta.

"As soon as you close your eyes you are dead, get it ?!"

Trunks looked blankly at his father and finally nodded. Something inside began to stir. No, it wasn't over yet! He wouldn't give up that easily. He still had one hope: Goten and the book.



*****

Goten dragged his way through the huge house. Panicked, he looked over his shoulder again and again and winced at every little noise. He came to the conclusion that he first had to strengthen himself, otherwise he would contribute more to his "capture" than to Trunks' liberation.

So first off to the kitchen, but as quietly as possible and with a suppressed aura.



Goten found the kitchen devastated. Vegeta had done a great job. The door of the refrigerator lay on the floor in front of the device, the floor was littered with broken glass and broken packages. Goten slipped over a couple of broken raw eggs and carefully padded to the refrigerator. There wasn't much left to get in the refrigerator itself. Because of the missing door, it thawed and water dripped down the back wall.

Goten grabbed everything edible and stuffed it into himself. He really didn't know when he had last eaten anything. Dinner was canceled.And then events had rolled over. When he really thought about it, he was not at all comfortable with taking responsibility for himself. Everything now depended on him, how the matter turned out.

He was nowhere near full, but there was nothing to eat in the whole kitchen. So he grabbed the book again and snuck out of the kitchen looking for Trunks. He paused in the hallway and concentrated. He had to be inconspicuous, otherwise he might just forget about it. Where was Trunks aura?

There it was! Goten got a shock when he realized how weak Trunks was. "I have to hurry, otherwise he'll die!" The image of Trunks' heavily bleeding leg swirled through his head and he became frightened. He didn't want his friend to die.



He clutched the book and continued toward the living room. But then he stopped again and clapped his hand to his forehead. "The saying!I have to find the right saying first, otherwise everything will be for the cat! "Immediately he sat on the floor and opened the voodoo book. He flipped through the pages until he found a reasonably fitting spell. However, he needed a pentagram and five candles for that. Where the hell should he get a pentagram now ?! Candles were not a problem, he found them in Bulma's laboratory. At least then he had them.

In the laboratory he looked around for other things that might be of use to him. There he found a packet of chalks. “They're coming as if called!” With a grim, serious face, he pocketed everything and headed for the living room.



He stopped in front of the door to the living room and carefully peered around the corner. There was Vegeta, thanks to Dende, with his back to him. Chucky sat next to it on the floor and sharpened a flashing knife, humming. And there was Trunks. He was tied to a chair and more dead than alive. His face was ashen, his body seemed lifeless and empty.The white carpet at his feet was soaked in his blood. Goten felt the color drain from his face. That was almost too much for his tense nerves.



*****

Trunks felt infinitely tired. He wanted to close his eyes, finally