THE VIOLENCE BEGINS.
Angelica and the DeVilles gasp when they hear the shot. They pop their heads from the building's corner, and see Chuckie grabbing his right shoulder, returning next to them.
"What happened?" Angelica asks, seriously scared. Chuckie look at them with a painful expression.
"Got one in my shoulder... Don't worry, I'm still going." Chuckie assures them, and starts walking again, keeping his right arm pressed against his chest, and trying to not loose his grip on the Lumper.
Another shot is heard, and the three covered guys cover their eyes. When they see again, Chuckie is walking back to them, with his left leg limping.
"The leg?" Lil asks, worried. Chuckie just nods, and starts walking again.
A third shot comes. Chuckie shakes his right hand violently, and walks back to his friends.
"Where did you got it?" Phil asks.
"My right hand... Don't worry, I'm left handed." Chuckie goes back to business, and, slowly, walks again towards the building.
Another shot comes, and Chuckie shakes his whole body, while moaning. He again walks back to his friends.
"The other hand?" Lil asks. Chuckie shakes his head.
"The other leg?" Angelica asks then, more worried than ever. Chuckie shakes again.
"The stomach?" Phil asks. Chuckie shakes a third time.
"Repeated the shoulder... I'm still going. Now is personal." Chuckie re-starts his walking.
A final shot comes, and Chuckie screams and shakes violently. He drops his mallet. Slowly, he walks back to his friends.
"Shoulder?" Lil asks. He shakes his head.
"Arm?" Angelica asks. Chuckie shakes again.
"Stomach? Steak? Liver?...Man, I'm getting hungry. OW!" Phil is cut by Lil slapping the back of his head.
"No..." Chuckie manages to say, while keeping both of his hands pressing his chest. "HEART!"
The DeVilles gulp, while Angelica gets a blank look. After a few seconds, she manages to speak.
"You... said... what I think you said?"
"Yes... don't cry for me... I already knew the risks... And Angelica, I really enjoyed meeting you... I'll remember those moments the rest of my life... or next 10 seconds, whatever happens first." Chuckie talks in a hardly audible murmur.
"You mean... you are going to die?" A single tear runs through Angie's cheek.
"Yes darling... Yes honey... Yes sweetheart..." Chuckie replies, barely heard, and then falls to the ground, right at the corner of the building, being perfectly visible for Tim, who is watching the whole scene from his hideout.
Angelica's cries are heard ten blocks away.