Who? Chloe Sullivan and Chucky! Later Oliver Queen. Where? Watchtower When? Saturday afternoon Warnings: Language, violence, Child's Play levels of it. Status: In progress
She had actually gone down to her apartment to get some rest the previous night, mostly for Lois' sake. When she woke up, she checked on things from her phone then proceeded to shower. Once she was ready, she made herself some coffee and headed up to the top floor.
Chloe nearly tripped on a box left by the control room's double doors when she arrived. She paused and frowned, looking around for a moment. Only a handful of people had access to that floor, and anyone else who attempted it would have set out the alarm and she most definitely wouldn't have slept through that.
After unlocking the doors with her thumb print, she stepped inside, "Welcome, Watchtower." The system greeted. She left her coffee over her desk then made her way back to the box. Before anything else, she listened, trying to make sure there were no ticking noises. When everything was silent, she reached for the big box and picked it up with some difficulty, frowning when it was heavy, "what the hell is in here?" She shook her head but carried it inside and set it down on the coffee table in front of the large couch.
There was no address, no labels, no nothing. Someone had apparently just dropped it off there. If she were to guess, she'd probably bet on Oliver, or maybe Lana. Even though the woman didn't technically have access to Watchtower, that suit of hers did allow her to do a lot, including moving at Clark speed and Chloe wasn't sure the alarm would have caught something like that.
With a deep breath, she headed to the small kitchen area and picked up a knife before cutting through the tape carefully to open the box. She frowned at the blue tissue paper covering whatever was inside, "Clark?" She frowned, knowing that blue was his favorite color. Shaking her head, she removed it, throwing it on the table next to the box then stilling when she saw what was inside.
A doll. A red headed doll with a stripped shirt and overalls. She knew the doll, she had seen the movies back in the day with Pete, Clark and Pete's brothers. Normally she'd roll her eyes at it and toss it, but with everything that was going on, she knew it was supposed to come to life at any minute now. And kill her.
Without a second thought, Chloe rushed around the coffee table and started the automatic fireplace, maybe if she burned it fast enough, it wouldn't have time to come after her. Just as the fire begun to crack, however, she heard it.
"Hi I'm Chucky... wanna play?" In a childish voice.
As Chloe turned around to look at the doll again, it was standing in the box, the knife she had used to open it was now in his hand. She had just made one of the most stupid mistakes in horror films, two really: Turned her back to the monster and left her weapon elsewhere. But she still knew Watchtower better than he did.
"You have two second to drop the knife if you don't want to end up in that fire." She said, moving slowly around the room, toward her desk.
"Have you fucking bitches never heard of foreplay?" Chucky asked in his normal, rough voice as he rolled his eyes.
A second later, he jumped from the box and Chloe ran, she reached her desk and pulled the gun from under it as quickly as possible. Just as she was about to turn and shoot him, however, he was already there. He jumped at her, his knife brushing against her cheek before she managed to grab his hand and keep it away from her. But he was strong, much stronger than something his size should be.
Chloe twisted his hand and hit it hard against the desk, he cursed and groaned at her, but she had to disarm him. While she focused on that, however, he turned his head and bit her other arm hard. She screamed but it wasn't enough pain to cause her to drop her gun.
Without hesitating this time, she rushed to a wall and smashed him against it as hard as she could throwing her body weight on him as she did. It made her right arm hurt too but at least it hard hurt him.
"Ow, you stupid whore!" He yelled but as he lost his grip on her arm, Chloe managed to step back and watch him fall to the floor. She lifted her gun and shot at its hand. Her aim wasn't great but apparently it was good enough to send half of the hand along with the knife flying away from the rest of him.
She fired a couple more shots at him without really paying attention as she moved to pull the knife from the piece of his hand and slide it in her back pocket. "I warned you." She told him as she pointed the gun in his direction again.
But a moment later, it was running toward her, she managed to get a bullet through his already injured arm and one on the side of his head. As he jumped at her again, she dropped the gun and reached for his neck, managing to grab him even as he kicked and tried to punch her, blood dripping from his injured hand and head all over her.
Chloe wasn't sure how she managed, but she knocked him over and over against the wall, then the fire place that he seemed like he was finally losing his strength. With a deep breath, she twisted his still good hand and in one swift movement, she managed to throw him into the fire place.
He screamed for a while, then stopped. Chloe took a deep breath and stepped back, stumbling a little when the back of her leg hit the coffee table but she sat down on it, keeping her eyes on the fire as she tried to catch her breath.