DIDN'T COUNT WITH HIS CLEVERNESS.
Angelica is kneeled next to her geeky hero's motionless body, crying. Phil and Lil are behind her, without their cops' hats, and keeping their heads down.
Tim decides to walk away from the hideout, but still holding his gun. He needs to see this closely. Phil and Lil notice him, and back up since he is aiming at them. Angelica stands up, and look at him with hate on her eyes.
"MONSTER! How could you do that to such a great person!" Angie snaps at him. McNulty gulps a little because of her reaction, but recovers his cool after a moment.
"Well, killing a hero is always good for a criminal's reputation. I have to be sure of it, however." He points his gun to Angelica, forcing her to move back. He then kneels to look at his fallen prey. After a few seconds, his wicked smile disappears.
"Wait... where are the bullets' holes? He has no blood at all!" He exclaims. The other guys get a puzzled expression; they now realize that, because of their concern, they never checked for the ColoRed Chuck's injuries, and he never turned totally to see them face to face after the shots. A moment later, the supposed corpse smiles and sits.
"I have no blood because you never hit me. I was just pretending to be injured to make you use all your bullets." Chuckie talks in a proud tone. McNulty gasps, and tries to shot at him, but the red guy's plan worked, and has absolutely no left ammo.
"Hands up, McNulty!" Phil recovers from the surprise as well, and points at Timmy. He just mumbles something under his breath, and lift his hands, dropping his now empty gun.
"You are the best, ColoRed Chuck!" Lil exclaims happily, while handcuffing Tim.
"Didn't count with my cleverness!" Chuckie stands up, and adopts his heroic posture again... but is cut by Angelica, who slaps him violently.
"YOU FOOL! HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW I FELT? THAT WAS FOR SCARING ME, IDIOT!" Angelica snaps at Chuckie. He covers his injured cheek, and gets an ashamed look. He didn't wanted to scare the girl, but needed to be convincing to take McNulty out of his hiding place. Maybe he overdid the acting, but it was also needed to impress everyone so theywouldn't takenote of the lack of bullet holes.
"I... am really sorry, Angelica... I didn't enjoyed it either... but.." He is cut again for Angelica, but this time she is hugging him, and giving a little kiss on the other cheek.
"And that was for being so brave...And this one, for being alive." She then presses her lips against his, and, after a few seconds, he kisses her back. They break the kiss after a minute or so, and stay staring on their places, still hugging. Phil and Lil make the classic "aaah" expression, while McNulty looks like he is going to throw his lunch.
"Oh, please! You have to do it now? Man, the moment I can get out of jail, I'm going to..."
"Walk to the nearest retirement home, I think." Phil interrupts McNulty. "Sorry, man, but, with all the charges against you, you'll be lucky if you get free after Elvis' next concert." McNulty glares at the smiling cop, while Lil does her best to hold her laughter.
The DeVilles place themselves one at each side of Tim, to prevent any escape. Lil talks to Angelica after allowing her to recover her breath.
"We need you to come with us to the station so you can declare, Angelica." Angie nods, and Lil turns around to look at Chuckie. "You will need to come as well, but later. Take a day or two to rest. I'll notice Lieutenant Carmichael about everything."
The cops and the prisoner start walking away. Angelica gives a last kiss to Chuckie, and follows them at a distance. When she is a couple of feet away from Chuckie, she turns around to look at him, and ask something.
"One last thing... how could you dodge all those bullets? You have super speed, or something?"
"Nope. Remember I told you about how my antennae prevent me from danger? Well, I just adjusted them to be extra-sensitive before I walked towards the hideout, so I could get alerted from danger a split second before the shot; sure, it was still dangerous, but that allowed me to guess the bullet's trajectory, and avoid it. The movements I made to pretend being injured were also to avoid the shots." Chuckie explains. Angelica looks at him extremely impressed.
"I guess that your movements really are coldly calculated."
"Yep. And is also a good thing that being afraid can increase your reflexes!" Chuckie chuckles. Angelica smiles at him. "See you later, Angie." Chuckie finishes, and waves good-bye while walking the opposite direction.
EPILOGUE.
A few hours later. Angelica walks out from the Police Station, with Lieutenant Carmichael next to her.
"That will be all for the moment, Miss Pickles. We'll call you later for more details. Just remember to stay in the city for the next 2 months. You'll need to be at the trial as well." Susie tells Angelica. She nods, and smiles to the police woman.
"Thanks, Lt. I'm going home right now." She then pauses, and looks at Susie with a slightly sad look. "By the way, do you know the ColoRed Chuck's adress, or his Union's phone number? I forgot to ask him for that before he left." Susie smiles at the blonde, and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry. That's classified information, and only someone like Captain Wattanabe would have it. But I had worked along the ColoRed Chuck a couple of times, and know one thing about him; he'll always appear when you need help the most." She blinks an eye to Angie, and walks back inside the station.
Angelica ponders about what Susie just said, and gets her trademark mischievious look. She walks slowly through the block, and talks, in an obviously fake alarmed way.
"Chanfle! It's getting late, and my bus doesn't pass near here... and I don't think I'll get a taxi at this hour. I'll need to walk alone to my home... Oh, and now, who will protect me?"
Across the street, a guy with a black jacket and regular pants gets out from a flower shop; the jacket is half open, so a yellow heart's symbol is easily seen. His hood and antennae are down, covered by the back of the jacket. He quickly crosses the street, and gives Angelica a single rose.
"I." Chuckie smiles and gives Angelica a nice kiss on her cheek. She smiles back at him and smells the rose, always keeping her eyes on Chuck.
"You were expecting me to call you, right?" Angelica asks, amused.
"Suspected that from the beginning." Chuckie replies, and after chuckling a little, they walk down the street, holding hands.
As they walk, a heroic music is heard, consisting in trumpets and fiddles. Susie's voice is heard, singing.
(Susie)
Faster than a speeding tortoise.
Stronger than a mousie.
More noble than a lettuce.
A heart, his shield it is.
(Chorus)
The dark-souled crook.
And the merciless thug.
(Susie)
Didn't count with the cleverness...
Of the ColoRed Chuck!
(Chorus)
Chanfle! Chanfle!
(Chuckie's voice)
Suspected that from the beginning.
(Susie)
The pirate and the cat burglar.
Evil spy and bank robber.
He finishes every villain.
With his Skweaky Lumper.
The Tarzans and Spidermen
For him, have admiration.
The Batmen and Supermen.
Recognize his noble action.
(Chorus)
The dark-souled crook.
And the merciless thug.
(Susie/Chorus)
Didn't count with the cleverness...
Of the ColoRed Chuck!
(Chorus)
The ColoRed Chuck...
The ColoRed Chuck...
THE END.
And that's all, folks! (Use that phrase if you write Looney Tunes, okay?). Thanks for the opinion, Angelica.
I hope you had all enjoyed this little parody. The end song is, as you might imagine, the theme song of El Chapulín Colorado, but I adjusted it a little to make it sound better in English. (BTW, Chespirito wrote the song too... as well as many songs for soap-operas and a few other shows. No wonder he is the "Little Shakespeare", right?) Thanks for pointing that, Angie.
Also, remember that the other heroes I mentioned aren't mine either; most are property of Nickelodeon as well, and a few others belong to Warner Brothers, DC or Marvel Comics, and, in the case of Tarzan, copyrighted by the descendants of his creator, E.R. Burroughs.
Okay, that's it. Thanks a lot for reading this fic, and thanks again to Justin for posting my previous ones. Angelica. (Yep, thanks a lot you people. Please, review, and keep the good writing!)
Dedicated to Ramiro Acosta Guevara (1946-2005). God bless you, Dad.