-- THE MEETING OF THE ENEMIES.
The ColoRed Chuck decided to return to the saloon and try again to get the people's support, while the sheriff stayed on the jail, repairing the window. Chuck was more careful this time so the oscillating doors couldn't hit him again, and entered the place, making CB to play the "heroic tune" again.
Chuck noticed everyone was looking down and avoiding eye-contact with him, plus most seemed a little nervous. The hero decided to let them calm down a little before asking them anything. He noticed one guy sitting alone, and decided to sit with him after asking Lila for another smoothie.
"Excuse me, may I sit here?" The ColoRed Chuck asked. The guy nodded.
"Of course. So... you're the famous ColoRed Chuck?" The guy asked, raising an eyebrow. Chuck nodded.
"Yep. The town's people summoned me to fight this Kill-A-Lot Kid guy. Everyone is scared of him, but I guess I can handlethe guywithout a problem." Chuck commented.
"You think so?" The guy asked, raising his voice's tone a little.
"Sure. I mean, what kind of fool calls himself "Kill-A-Lot"? I imagine how he thinks. Hey, everyone, look at me. I have a scary nickname. Boo." Chuck said in a mocking tone. The guy got a serious expression.
"Maybe you're not the best example about how to pick a nickname." The guy commented. Chuck chuckled a little.
"Guess you're right. But, seriously, that Kill-A-Lot is nothing but a bully, and most bullies are a bunch of cowards, jerks, fools..." Chuck was cut by Lila, who now was placing a smoothie next to him.
"Your drink, Mister ColoRed." Lila said to him. Chuckie thanked her, and started drinking. Then, Lila placed a second glass in front of the other guy.
"And here's your, Mister Kid." Lila said. Chuckie wide opened (if it was possible) his eyes, and started coughing. He directed a nervous look to the guy, who was smirking at him, while Lila retired, and CB played a dramatic tune.
"Kid? –cough- Like in... Kill-A-Lot Kid?" Chuckie said, gulping. The Kid nodded.
"Suspected that from the beginning." Chuck said to himself, and then laughed nervously.
"You know, I wasn't talking about you... but about another guy with the same nickname... We went to school together; he was a real moron, really, but wasn't that bad... He was from Kansas, and liked to play the guitar... Oh, and was a terrific soccer player! But he had a very bad temper, so he was expelled... and now he is a door-to-door chewing gum's salesman... I'll better shut up, right?" Chuck asked, rubbing his neck.
"So, you're the guy who is about to stop me, uh?. You know, you are shorter than I imagined." The Kid commented, in a mocking tone.
"Well, I had been sick." Chuck shrugged. CB made the rim shot-like sound.
"Ah, classic joke. You know, that just gave you one or two more minutes of life... as long as you keep me amused." Sean said while playing with his gun. Chuck remembered what Eugene and the other guys had already told him about the villain, and his habit of having fun with his victims before finishing them, and decided to make him talk while trying to think on a way to defeat him.
"So, that's the whole point? Getting some amusement scaring people? You know, that's not exactly the best hobby. Had you ever considered, I don't know, making soap sculptures, or entering a track team?" Chuck said, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, I had done it. I once made a pistol with a soap's bar, and used it to rob this town's bank." The Kid smiled evilly at the last part. Blake, who was a few feet back, slapped his forehead in frustration.
"And I once participated in a race, but not running, but as the guy that shoots to start the race... but, well, habits die hard, and I forgot to shoot to the air." The Kid shrugged. Chuck gulped.
"But I'm not that bad, believe me. I have some good points; for example, I never drink alcohol. I take care of my health, and, besides, that affects my aiming a lot." Sean admitted. Stinky overheard, and started pouring some rum in a bottle of soda.
"Instead of shooting the guy I want, I always end shooting innocent by-standers by accident." Sean explained. Stinky paled, and dropped the bottle in the waste basket.
"Okay, but, seriously, you can't keep doing this. I mean, let's suppose... SUPPOSE, remember, that you can finish me. Then what? Other guy will come later until you end either in a cage or in a grave." Chuck told the criminal. Sean laughed slightly.
"I'm not afraid of fighting. I have plenty of scars from different battles I've had across the country. Look at this." The Kid rolled over his right arm's sleeve, showing a scar on it; Chuck recognized it as a shot's scar. He liked to do this to make his victims even more nervous, allowing them to know how tough he was.
"Salt Lake City. And now, look at this." Sean rolled on his sleeve, and removed his hat. Then, he opened his hair at one particular point, showing a bump; Chuck looked at it, obviously the result of a very hard impact.
"Kansas City. And this..." Sean put back his hat, and then rolled over the pants on his left leg, showing a large blade's scar.
"Atlantic City." Sean said, smirking. Chuck decided to fight back, and show him he wasn't so impressed.
"Well, you look at this one." Chuck grabbed the middle section of his disguise, and rolled it on, showing a really large blade's scar on the right side of his belly.
"Wow! That's a big scar. Where?" The Kid asked, truly impressed.
"Appendi-City." Chuck said, smirking. Sean got a dumbfounded expression while CB made the rim shot's sound.
"Man, maybe I should had paid more attention in Geography." The Kid said, rubbing his chin and trying to remember the location of said town. When couldn't, he shrugged, and went back to business.
"Anyway, I'm not afraid of you, or anyone else. Nobody is tougher than me." The Kid said in a dangerous tone. Chuck was still a little afraid, but knew he couldn't ask for the town's people to be brave if he wasn't brave himself, so decided to raise his tone.
"There's always someone tougher, Kid." Chuck said while taking a sip from his drink. Kill-A-Lot grinned.
"Want to make a bet about it?" The Kid asked. Chuck rubbed his chin.
"Well, I'm a little short of cash right now. I just have pennies." Chuck said, showing the bandit some coins he took out from his shorts.
"I guess the superhero's business isn't a well paid one." Sean said in a mocking tone while taking a roll of money out from his jacket. Chuck shrugged.
"Yes, unless a big studio decides doing a film about you. Maybe I can get Tom Cruise or Val Kilmer to play my role." Chuck said. Hoods, who was behind him, entered the conversation.
"I think Woody Allen or Mike Myers would fit better for that one." Hoods commented.
"Don't defend me, compadre." Chuck said, slightly upset.
"Tell you what. Let's compete, you and me. I'm so sure I'll beat you, I'll give you one bill each time you win, and you'll give me a coin if I do." Sean said in a proud tone. Chuck nodded in agreement.
Sean took out his gun, and a coin. Then, he flipped the coin, and shot at it, making a hole right in the middle. Chuck gulped.
"Hadn't considered a career in the industry of donuts' making?" Chuck proposed him. Sean smirked, and gave the hero his gun, right after taking all the bullets out but one, just to be sure. Chuck hated guns, so he had no practice at all with them.
"Okay, your turn." The Kid threw another coin, and Chuck shot at it... making one section of the ceiling to fall on his head. Everyone at the saloon gasped but Sean, who started laughing while Chuck rubbed his head and started dusting off his outfit..
"My coin, please." The Kid said while extending his hand. Chuck gave him the pistol and one of his coins. Sean then placed his right elbow on the table.
"Arm wrestling." Sean said, flatly. Chuck sighed, and got into position as well.
"When I say three." Sean said, smirking at the hero. Chuckie then remembered something.
"Hey, we can't do this, you see..." Chuck was cut by The Kid's yelling.
"THREE!"
SLAM!
Kill-A-Lot won easily. Chuck rubbed his arm, mentally kicking himself for forgetting he was left-handed. He gave the villain another coin while thinking about a way to beat or trick him at least once to make the people realize the criminal wasn't invincible.
"I'll decide the next event, okay?" Chuck said in a firm tone. Sean shrugged and nodded, feeling unbeatable. Chuck face lightened.
"Okay, I want you to climb on this table, and then jump to the floor, doing a summersault, and land on your head, while keeping the hands on your back." Chuck said, crossing his arms. Everybody looked at him, surprised, and then to The Kid, who got a shocked expression.
"You mean it?" Sean asked, gulping for the first time in ages. Chuck nodded. The criminal started sweating; he didn't want to lose against the hero not even once, but didn't want to crack his skull either. After pondering about his problem for a few minutes, he gave up, and gave Chuck a ten dollars' bill.
"Here. I can't do that." Sean said, groaning. Chuck nodded, and then placed one coin on the table.
"And here's my coin, because I can't either." Chuck said, grinning. The whole saloon burst laughing, while the criminal looked at the coin, both shocked and embarrassed. This was part of Chuck's strategy; showing the people that Kill-A-Lot could be fooled like anyone else.
"Hey, I don't come to this town for people to laugh at me!" Sean said, angrily.
"And where you usually go?" Chuck said in a calm tone. His former fear for this criminal was almost gone the moment he realized his gun had more brains than his head. Kill-A-Lot now was fuming, and prepared to shot at the hero.
"Wait, you can't kill him!" Stinky said to the villain, moving in the middle of both enemies. Chuck smiled; his plan was actually working.
"I just painted the saloon's floor! Can you kill him outside, please?" Stinky quickly added. Chuckie's face fell.
"He takes advantage of my nobleness." Chuck said to himself. Kill-A-Lot groaned, annoyed.
"Fine! Let's have an old style duel. You choose... whips, or pistols at ten steps?" The Kid asked Chuck.
"Well... how good are you shooting at a distance?" Chuck asked.
"I can hit an apple at one hundred feet." Sean said, in a confident tone. Chuck rubbed his chin.
"And how good are you with the whip?" Chuck asked.
"I can use it to kill mosquitoes." The Kid commented.
"I see... whips, or pistols at ten steps... let's do both, okay?" Chuck proposed. The Kid got a confused look.
"How are we going to do both?" Sean asked.
"Simple. Whips at ten steps." Chuck shrugged..
The Kid needed almost twenty seconds to understand Chuck was making a fool of him again. The criminal growled, furious.
"EVERYBODY OUT!" Sean yelled, enraged. A second later, everyone (but Chocolate Boy, who hide behind his piano) dashed to the door, including Chuck.
"NOT YOU, IMBECILE!" Sean growled. Chuck stopped on his tracks, as well as Hoods and Stinky.
"The imbecile with the red outfit." Sean said, upset.
"Sorry, Mister Kill-A-Lot... but, well, since you always call us imbeciles..." Stinky said while exiting. Hoods shrugged, and moved next to the hero.
"Want me to call someone? You know, if you don't..." Hoods whispered to Chuck.
"Don't worry. I can't die... my girlfriend would kill me if I allow him to do that." Chuck whispered back. Of course, he was scared, but Chuck didn't chose to be a hero to sit on his butt and allow a criminal to terrorize a whole town.
The enemies walked one in front of the other. Chuck took out his trademark mallet, The Skweaky Lumper, out from nowhere (one of the mallet's properties was its capacity to be compacted to a very small size), and grabbed it with both hands.
"Nice weapon, buddy, but I don't think you can stop a bullet with that one." The Kid smirked, placing his hands next to the belt's sheaths, ready to take out the guns and finish his prey.
"Let me guess... you want to count, right?" Chuck asked, grinning.
"Yes, is more dramatic that way. To the count of ten, then." Sean said, smiling evilly.
"Okay, but now I count, fine?" Chuck said. The Kid smirked.
"Your last will? Sure, why not?" Kill-A-Lot agreed. Chuck took a deep breath, praying this guy could be as dumb as he was expecting.
"One..."