So tired. i know i should go over this at least three more times before posting but i cant find the energy. There's probably a whole bunch of typos and dribble that doesn't make sense but again.... TIRED!
Sleep now.
THE FIGHT SCENE
Lucille’s house - after she and Raoul have said their good-byes
She is undressing from her angel costume, wearing only her undergarments. One small lamp is on near her vanity mirror. The rest of the room is dark. She stands in front of her vanity, removing the from around her head, smiling softly. Her attention quickly falls on the engagement ring around her finger, her smile growing even warmer. She sighs dreamily, closing her eyes.
Lucille: Bonjour. My name is Lucille Marie De Chagney. (giggles and says more confidently) Oh, bonjour. Who am I? Why, I’m Mrs Lucille De Chagney. Mrs. De Chagney. I thought you knew who I was. I’m Mrs. Raoul De Chagney. - she continues to try variations of the name
She spins around, giddy, cradling her ring hand to her chest. Her eyes soon lock on a tall figure standing by her open window (Large sitting window). A startled yelp escapes her lips. Chaos’ red eyes glow in the darkness. Lucille falls back against the vanity, trying to cover herself. Chaos steps closer, Lucille brandishes the first thing she grabs… a hairbrush.
Lucille: >:(Stay back! - Chaos stops, tilting his head in amusement.
Chaos: Really now. And what do you hope to accomplish with that?
Lucille: (Eyes bulge from recognition.) YOU!
She then looks at the brush, angry at herself.
Lucille: What are you- ?! GRRR!!! Get out! Get out, right now!!
Chaos: (Steps closer) Did I come at a bad time? - Mocking
Lucille: I’m warning you… (inch‘s for the door) Leave, or I’ll-
Chaos: (Sees her moving away. He leaps forward, pinning her to the vanity) You’ll what? ;D
His hand takes hold of her wrist, squeezing until she drops the brush.
Chaos: Any more empty threats you’d like to get out of the way…. (Lowers voice) Before I kill you?
His other hand snakes around her throat, she gasps in fear. Lucille search’s her vanity for any other weapons, finally bringing up a bottle to spray in his eyes. Chaos roars in pain, clawing at his face; giving Lucille the opening she needs to break away.
She flies out of her room, slamming the door shut. Breathing hard she push’s away, racing down the dark hall. Chaos rips the mask off, screaming her name. He proceeds to crash through the door, chasing after her.
……………
<Cut scene of Raoul and Emile sitting in the truck.>
Emile: Monsieur Chaos is a… ? No, no, that’s impossible. Isn‘t it? You haven’t been to the professors lab since Francoeur was created.
Raoul: (Rubs back of his head nervously) Yeah, about that…
Emile: You didn’t. (Raoul ducks) You did! You know not to mess with the professors potions!
Raoul: Wha-? What makes you think it was me?
Emile gives a knowing stare.
Raoul: Fine, okay. I admit to maybe, possibly not-really-meaning to touch a few things. Maybe. But I only grabbed what Charles instructed me too… I think.
Emile: You think? (Raoul nods sheepishly. Emile throws hands in the air) Ahg. And now look at the mess we’re in.
Raoul: It was for a good cause! Francoeur needed to talk, he deserved to get a chance at being human. We owed the big lug that much after everything he‘s done for us. Remember, ole buddy, ole pal of mine? (nudges him with elbow)
Emile nods, recalling Francoeur shielding him from Mayonett’s bullets.
Emile: (Exhausted) Fine, fine. So now what do we do?
Raoul: I really haven’t thought that far ahead. (Emile gags) Hey, I’m working on it.
Emile slumps into his seat.
Raoul: (Sighs) This is not how I pictured this night to turn out. (Both men nod) Hey Lucille, lets go to a masquerade. Hey, why don’t I propose to you too. And while we’re at it, lets throw in a psychotic BUG juuuust for the hell of it. Fate is against me.
Emile: But why wouldn't Francoeur tell us about this sooner? It isn’t like him to keep secrets, especially of this magnitude!
Raoul: (Ruffles hair) Beats me. For all I know, Chaos could’ve used some voodoo mind trick on him. (uses hocus pocus hand gestures) Either way-
Emile: This is bad. No, this is worse then bad. There isn't even a word to describe this. (Realization dawning) All those missing people in the papers. (looks at his friend in horror) It cant be a coincidence!
Raoul: (Repeatedly hits head on the steering wheel. The horn gives a small BONK every time) I know… I know…. The only thing we can do is meet back up with Franc, see if we can track this creeper down before more people get hurt.
Emile: (He quickly looks even more frightened) You don’t think he’d do anything to us? To the girls? (Panic) Oh GOD! Maude!
Raoul: Whoa, calm down. I’m sure she’s fine. Why would Chaos go after-?
Both men are shaken when they hear a scream coming from Lucille‘s house.
…………………………..
Lucille screams, turning around just in time to duck from a side table Chaos chucked at her. She slides to the ground, grabbing hold of the stair banister to help redirect her momentum. She swings down the stairs, taking two at a time, barely able to keep herself from falling. By the time she reach’s the bottom, Chaos has already leapt in front of her. She now stares at his unmasked face for the first time. A face that resembles Francoeur’s in a way, only twisted and evil.
Chaos: Going somewhere?
He laughs in her face, reaching for her. She takes hold of a vase and throws it at him. Chaos bats it away, smirking to see her scramble for the front door.
Chaos: (Chuckles darkly)
Just as she cracks it open he slams it shut, causing her to jump away.
Lucille: (frowns) Stay away from me!
Chaos: You’re only prolonging the inevitable.
Lucille flees down another hall way.
Entering the kitchen, she search’s for another exit. Instead she spots a knife on the counter, grabbing for it only to be yanked away by her hair. She is easily thrown against the wall like a rag doll.
Pots and pans clatter around her. Lucille barely has enough coherency to grab the closest one, ready to fight to her last breath.
Chaos is upon her instantly, using one hand to lift her up by the throat. He slams her hard against the wall. She hits him over the head, which does nothing to faze him. He slams her one more time and she looses her grip entirely. Her vision goes black for a moment. She scrambles to fight off his iron-like grip, slowly choking to death.
Chaos: Shhhhh, don’t fight it. Let it happen. (grip tightens)
Lucille digs her nails into his glove, glaring at him. Her legs kick furiously. They make contact with his barrel chest yet they have no effect.
Chaos: I warned you about this, didn’t I? Pushing my buttons. But you wouldn’t listen. Your kind never does. (leans in closer to her, whispering in her ear) It’s a pity really… that we couldn’t be ‘friends’. (maniacal laughter)
Lucille: Y-y…ou…. Bas…sta…rd….
He can feel Lucille’s pulse increase. Chaos licks his lips, eyes flashing with a renewed hunger.
Chaos: (smirking) I really shouldn’t indulge to much… (flashes fangs) But when will I ever get to feast on an earth bound angel again?
His hand roughly clutch’s her waist, his free hand yanking her head to the side. Lucille gasp’s for air, pushing against his chest that has her pinned to the wall. She chocks down a sob, growing more and more frenzied.
Chaos: Hehe. Yes, struggle. It makes no difference to me. (nuzzles her neck)
Lucille gasps when his tongue runs over her shoulder, freezing her body.
Lucille: C-Chaos…. (He purrs against her skin) Why?
His teeth scrap along her pulse.
Lucille bites her lip, clenching her fingers into his shirt.
Lucille: Why are you … doing this? You don’t-
His breathing grows deeper.
Chaos: Don’t speak.
Lucille: You don’t have to- ?
Chaos: (Growls, his hold on her hair tightening) I said DON’T SPEAK!!!
Lucille: Be like this!
He pushes her hard into the wall, snarling, his teeth begin to pierce her skin. Lucille closes her eyes, whispering, “You can choose.”
He halts, allowing those words to sink in. Lucille slowly brings her hands to his face, startling him even more. No one has ever touched his face, not with the gentleness she is displaying.
Lucille strokes along his cheeks and brow, easing away the scowl.
Lucille: Chaos….(his jaw begins to tremble. Lucille notices this. She thinks back to when she first met Francoeur and begins to see similarities between the two.)
<Inner monologue to her realization… ‘Had I known… before all this. Had any of us known. You would not have felt so alone. -Flash‘s of Chaos’ sad, distant looks. Show a picture of everyone laughing with Francoeur and Chaos standing off to the side alone- You might not have turned into this. Oh Chaos…. What have you become?’>
A pained look crosses her features. She fully cradles his head to her, feeling guilty for helping to create this monster.
Lucille: Shhhh. It’s alright, it‘s alright. (She whispers to the side of his head) I have you now. Do not be afraid. (His jaw trembles more, shaking his head in denial. Lucille winces in pain but smiles.) Heh, you‘re eyes say differently.
His lids fly open, teeth leaving her neck to gaze into her eyes.
Lucille: You are afraid of this life. Afraid this is all there is for you? Aren’t you?
Chaos gulps.
Lucille: (Press‘s) There’s more. So much more to it. To others… To you. If only you could see it as I do.
Chaos looks doubtful, but her hand on his cheek turns his gaze back to her.
Lucille: There’s still good in this world. In all of us… even you.
Chaos squeezes his eyes shut, a tiny, sad chirp escapes him.
Lucille: But you must choose to not be this monster.
Her words linger in his thoughts.
Lucille: You can choose. (she urges)
Lucille holds her breath, waiting for his reaction. Panic seizes her when he leans towards her again. But it soon dissolves as he slowly rest’s his forehead on her shoulder.
Lucille releases her breath, working her hands to stroke the back of his head. She continues to pet him, eventually able to move her head once he releases her hair. She dips her face near his, comforting him.
Chaos: (Whispers) … can I really….?
Lucille: W-we’re all given that choice every day.
Chaos swallows hard, then sets her down on the ground.
Lucille’s feet crumple beneath her, she latching onto his jacket to keep from falling. His arms instinctively encircle her.
Lucille: (smiles in embarrassment) Merci.
Chaos nods, letting her sit on the ground. Her back rest’s against the wall, she feels his hands travel to massage her bruised neck. He is deep in thought.
Chaos: Could you… ? (He stops, nerving his bottom lip.) Is it to late for this
monster?
Lucille: It is never to late. (Head lolls from massage) But it will take some time. Misdeeds are not forgotten over night. (sees his sad face. She takes hold of his chin, bringing his attention back up) But neither are good ones ignored. It’s not to late for you.
Chaos frown deepens.
Lucille: And you can start that change by giving me more neck rubs. (Moves his hands to where she wants massaged)
They both exchange very small smiles.
Chaos: Lucille?
She makes a questioning sound, somewhat surprised to find him leaning in closer to her face.
Chaos: I-
Raoul burst’s through the front door.
Raoul: LUCILLE!!!
Both Lucille and Chaos jump.
Lucille: Raoul?
Raoul hears her call him, sprinting to the kitchen only to stop in horror. His eyes fall onto the hunched figure of Chaos hovering over her.
Raoul: No… (Lucille reaches out for him, urging him to stop.)
Lucille: Wait. Raoul stop! This isn't-!
Raoul: Get away from her you MONSTER!
Lucille bites her lip, spinning her attention to Chaos.
She sees Chaos eyes widen, unsure if those are tears in his eyes.
He looks at his clenching hands, That word circling around in his thoughts. He quickly exchanges the sad look for one of ice, turning coldly onto her. Every kind intention he once had evaporated on the spot.
Lucille: Chaos, please… he doesn't understa-!
Chaos: You almost fooled me into believing I could- (Chokes up. Snatch’s her from the back of the neck)
Lucille cries out in pain, screaming at Chaos to stop.
Raoul spots the knife not to far, taking it up ready to charge the giant flea.
Raoul: Hey, puke face! (Chaos snarls at him) Yeah, that‘s right. I‘m talking to you. Put her down. (Chaos smirks, squeezing instead. Lucille shrieks in pain.)
Raoul: (panicking) Lucille… Why don’t you try taking on someone…. (Chaos releases her) … your own…. (Chaos steps closer to Raoul, cracking his knuckles. Raoul gulps, cowering down, squeaking). … size?
Chaos: (Tilts head in amusement. Lifts hand to punch)
Raoul screams and jabs, hitting Chaos in the side. The rabid flea howls in pain, distracted by the wound while Raoul races towards a winded Lucille.
Raould: Catch your breath later, we gotta move!
The two humans fly out of the house, Lucille looking back only once. Chaos removes the knife from his body, throwing it down with a roar. He soon gives chase, following the humans across the street. Raoul search’s for the truck, not seeing it anywhere. By the time the two turn around, Chaos is already in the middle of the street, walking slowly towards them. Raoul immediately shields Lucille.
Chaos snickers at the mans bravado, readying his body to charge. Just before he springs into action, he is hit by the truck.
Raoul swoons for a moment,
Raoul: Oh thank God. (Lucille hoists him back up.)
Emile: I hit him? I HIT HIM!!! (Excited. Then serious) Is he dead?
Raoul: I-I don’t know. Maybe we should… (sees front of truck) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO CATHRINE?!!
(Falls in front of the truck, fingering the dents and scratch’s.) Oh baby, oh poor poor baby. Daddy’s here. Shhhh, Daddy will fix it.
Lucille and Emile roll their eyes.
Lucille: Really, this cant wait?
Raoul: No. (speaking to Emile) How could you do such a thing?
Emile: It was either that or let him kill. Which would you have preferred? (Raoul puts finger to his chin, thinking)
Lucille: RAOUL! This is no time to joke.
Raoul: Who’s joking. Not me, this is no laughing matter. (motions to truck. He then stops to finally realize Lucille in her undergarments) Love your choice in nightwear by the way.
Lucille: You idiot. (smacks him) We have bigger things to worry about right now.
Chaos is slowly gaining consciousness.
Raoul: Oh right. That big, creepy abomination to science that’s trying to KILL us! How could I forget? (Doesn‘t realize Chaos is now standing behind him. Emile is pointing in fear, unable to speak) Relax guys. I’m sure he’ll be out cold for a while. Nothing to worry about- (Hears heavy breathing behind him)
Raoul turns just in time to avoid being hit by Chaos’ fist. It slams down on Catharine’s hood, disfiguring the front. Lucille is already behind the wheel, putting the truck in reverse while the boys clamber in. She spins the truck and puts it in drive. Then FLOORS IT!
They race away, unaware Chaos is hopping after them.
Raoul switches places with Lucille.
Raoul: Eh tut-tut tut tut. I drive. We don’t want any more fender benders. (Eye‘s Emile, who again rolls his eyes)
Raoul adjust’s the rear view mirror.
Raoul: Weeeeeeeew, that was close. Heh. Did you see me stab him, Lucille?Huh, huh, didja? I was all ‘Get away from my girl’ and he was like ‘Rawr!’ and I went-
Lucille: (frowns) Would you shut up?
Raoul: Gee, a simple thank you would suffice.
Lucille: (Distantly) You didn’t have to stab him.
Raoul looks at her aghast. Emile hands Lucille his jacket to cover herself.
Lucille: Or call him a monster.
Raoul: Oh my God, Lucille. Really? Next you’re gonna tell me we should kiss and make up. Hey, and while we’re at it, I think I’ll take him camping with me and sing kumbaya around a campfire. (Lucille glares, he hunkers down in his seat) Or… I shouldn’t have stabbed him.
He turns to the side, muttering “women”.
Emile: So… now what? (Ka-THUNK)
They hear something on the trucks roof. The top is punched through. All three scream. Chaos continues to peel the metal away, reaching in to grab at someone. Raoul is finding it harder and harder to avoid hitting parked cars.
They barrel down the sidewalk, honking for people to get out of the way.
Emile: Hit the breaks! Hit the breaks!!!
Raoul does just that, sending Chaos to fall on the hood. He clings on, eyes glowing. He gives a death glare to Raoul, who points to Emile.
Raoul: It was his idea.
Chaos starts to the process of climbing up the hood, Raoul kicks the truck forward.
Chaos slams a fist into the windshield, clawing at the people. Lucille swats his hands away with Emile’s .
…………….
<Cut to Francoeur arriving to Lucille’s house>
Franc looks at the front bumper laying in the street. Panic seizes his heart. He races into the house, chirping for Lucille. He is even more shellshocked to see the disarray the house is in.
Franc eventually crumbles to his knees, shaking his head. He covers his face, saddened to think he has lost both women in his life. After allowing a few tears to escape, his face takes on a more determined look. He clench’s a fist. He WILL stop Chaos… if it’s the last thing he does.
Leaping out the door, he follows the direction the tire tracks left. He soon locates the truck by following the damage it’s left behind. To his relief and horror he sees Lucille in the truck. And Chaos on the hood.
………………
Raoul sees a flower cart ahead,.
Raoul: Hold on guys, I got an idea. (Emile cross‘s himself)
He floors it for ramming speed. Chaos turns, leaping in the air to avoid being crushed. Raoul laughs triumphantly… until Chaos lands on the hood again; this time with better stability. He rears back and punch’s the glass one last time before it gives out.
Chaos pulls Raoul halfway out by his shirt front, leaving Emile and Lucille to frantically take the wheel.
Raoul: Did I mention was really sorry for stabbing you? No? Well I am.
Francoeur leaps on the truck. He is thrown off balance by a large bump but rights himself in time. Both fleas stare each other down. Chaos drops Raoul on the hood, finding better prey to toy with.
Chaos: Francoeur, so good of you to join us. (Franc‘s brows furrow even more) What? No hello for your favorite brother?
Francoeur: (Sings) Meeeeloooody!
Chaos chuckles darkly, stepping up to the back of the truck,
Chaos: Down to business I see. I like your choice in women. So feisty. Well... until she met me. (Flashes teeth. Circles Francoeur) Can you believe she mistook me for you? HAHA! I nearly lost her by laughing so hard. (Sees Franc‘s horror) But all good games must come to an end. And she was a very entertaining opponent… to the
very end.
Franc looks on the verge of crying. Chaos laughs, rocketing Franc into attacking him. They wrestle on the truck, punching and kicking. Chaos soon gains the upper hand due to his size. His other arms burst from his suit, pinning Franc from behind.
Chaos: (leaning into his ear, whispering) You should have known this would happen. Everyone you love leaving you.
Francoeur: (growls)
Chaos: That’s the price you pay… for choosing them over ME!!!
Francoeur stomps hard on Chaos’ foot, releasing his extra arms to elbow the other flea in the face.
<In the truck>
Lucille: (To Raoul) Hit the breaks!
Raoul: I AM! (Stomp stomp) They’re not working!
They swerve to miss people crossing the street. Police sirens erupt, giving chase.
Thomas is seen peddling a bike to Chaos’ lair. He barely avoids being side swiped by the truck. It only takes a quick glance to see the two fleas fighting on the roof. Thomas looks back down the road he was heading, then to Franc who is struggling. He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes, turns around and follows after the truck.
……………….
Franc out maneuvers more of Chaos’ attacks, though he is slowly running out of room to dodge and Chaos isn’t giving him an opportunity to attack.
Chaos: I TRIED to be nice!(Punch) I TRIED to persuade you! (Jab) I OFFERED again and again! (A sideways kick brings Franc to skid along the trucks roof. He dangles off the side.) And you spat in my face!
Chaos walks over to the edge, watching Franc desperately try to find footing while the truck speeds faster down the road. He smirks down at the other.
Chaos: Look at you Francoeur. Pathetic. So… very… pathetic.
Franc begins to climb back on, only to be kick by Chaos.
Chaos: I didn’t want it to come to this. The world could've been ours. But you… (scowl) couldn’t… leave them. (Franc stares at him, pleading) You had to love them. (Squats down) Lets see this love of yours save you now.
A camera slams into Chaos’ head, causing him to stagger. Emile is quick to help Franc back up, followed by Raoul. Lucille drives the truck towards the river.
Francoeur chirps his gratitude to Emile.
Emile: Hey, I owed you one.
Raoul: Franc, if we live through this, you have GOT to learn to be less lover, more fighter. (Franc chirps happily.)
Lucille: We’re almost to the river.
Raoul: I know (sadly) I know. Just give me a minute.
Lucille is seen tying off the steering wheel to keep it going straight. She clambers out, with Raoul’s help, having Franc take all 3 up and leap to safety on the street. Chaos jumps away before the truck goes into the river.
Raoul cries in Franc’s arms, repeating “Catharine” over and over.
Lucille: Oh Raoul, I’m sure she’s in a better place. (He falls apart, crying into her shoulder. She pats his back, annoyed) There, there. You baby.
Raoul: (Whimpers) Sadist.
Emile: I hate to be mister-points-out-the-obvious but what about monsieur Chaos? Did he fall in the river?
All four rush to look, not seeing any sign of him. Only bubbles and cargo coming from Catharine.
Raoul: (points at the water) That’s right! You drown with my truck, you jerk.
Chaos: Ladies first! (Kicks Raoul over the ledge)
Everyone spins around, horrified to discover Chaos alive and well. And very much angrier then before.
Chaos takes a swipe at Lucille, though the blow is quickly blocked by Franc. The fight continues, with the fleas leaping and chasing after one another. Lucille and Emile turn to see Raoul floating on a spare tire, doggy paddling to shore. “I‘m okay!”
The fleas are now in the open street for everyone to see, punching and kicking. Franc is gaining the upper hand, seeing a pattern in Chaos’ moves. He relates it to a dance, being able to read his opponent. When an opening presents itself, he swings, sending Chaos head over heels into a near by Café. The customers scatter.
Chaos lifts himself off a broken table, glaring at an old woman who had been sitting there. She stares back at him, shocked. He picks himself up, leaping at the same time Franc does. Both collide with one another, locking the others hands. Francoeur slowly begins to bend, to Chaos’ delight.
Chaos: I’m going to break. You. IN HALF!
A bullet whiz’s past Chaos’ head. He turns to see the police swarming the area. More guns are fired. The two fleas rush for cover, finding it scarce seeing as how where ever they scurry too there are humans hiding who kick them away.
Lucille rush’s for the police, waving her arms, screaming for them not to shoot.
Lucille: Please, hold your fire.
The police stop, but only until they see Franc or Chaos. Then the shooting starts again; with humans running. Chaos eventually hides behind a fairly nice looking car, winded. He laughs, then freezes when he hears a chirp. Spinning his head to the side, there he sees an equally startled Franc hiding beside him with Thomas (Who arrived and got caught in the cross fire).
Chaos: Find your own hiding spot!
Franc chirps that he was there first. They cease arguing when more guns fire, though it isn’t at them. The police are shooting at anything that moves.
Tom: What do we do?
Franc comforts the boy by patting his head.
Chaos: (Glares at Tom, recognizing him)
Lucille is heard arguing with the police. Chaos pokes his head around the corner. Bad move. An officer lays into the car, followed by more guns aimed at them.
Chaos: Grrrrr! If they didn‘t have those weapons, I‘d-. (Chaos covers his head. Franc shields Tom. The car begins to leak gas everywhere)
Once the shooting dies down, they all relax. Lucille’s screams are still heard. Chaos uses a broken mirror shard to see around the car, counting all the police that have them surrounded.
Chaos: Are you bullet proof, Franc?
Francoeur looks at him questionably, not entirely sure what he’s getting at. Chaos grabs a hold of his arms and chucks him over the top of the car. As the cops focus on Franc, Chaos turns his attention on making his get away… but stops to look at Thomas (Who is starring at the scene with Franc). The boy doesn’t even have a chance to scream as Chaos snatch’s him up, covering his mouth and jumping to the roof tops unseen.
…………………………
Franc scrambles to find footing, jumping from one place to another dodging the bullets fired. Raoul and Emile chase after Franc, pointing him in directions to hide. Lucille fights one officer that has already shot Franc in the leg. She wrestles for the gun, accidentally pulling the trigger and hitting the leaking gas; causing the car to explode.
It explodes, everyone taking cover. Franc dodges into an alley, clutching his leg where he had been shot. He Hears a whistle from above, looks up, and spots Chaos flea holding out a limp Tom. With a laugh he throws the boy out into the open, forcing Francoeur to chase after and catch the child.
As the smoke clears, everyone present gasps to find Franc clutching the child in his arms. Francoeur shakes the boy, trying to wake him up. But Tom doesn’t move. He chirps, on the verge of crying. Lucille rush’s out before the police can raise their guns again. She touch’s Franc’s shoulder, eventually coxing him into giving the child over to her.
Lucille: Run, Franc.
He looks at her, heartbroken.
Lucille: Run!
He does, reluctantly. Leaping away to the rooftops. As he departs, Raoul helps to take the child aside. The police disperse searching the area, firefighters arriving to put the flames out. Pandemonium breaks out.
Shoats of killing the monsters erupt.
Emile: Is he…? (referring to Tom)
Lucille: (Shakes her head) I don’t know.
She touches the back of the boys head, seeing a large gash.
Lucille: We need to find a doctor.
Raoul spots an ambulance not to far. He rush’s off with the boy in his arms, handing him over to an awaiting nurse. Lucille feels the stress finally get to her. She clutch’s her hands to her mouth, fighting the tears.
Stumbling back, her legs soon give out having her fall hard on the curve beside an alley. She buries her face in her hands… unaware of the large shadow looming over her.
………………..
Raoul: I-is he going to be okay? (Talking to the nurse)
Nurse: (checks the boys vitals, using some smelling salts to revive the him. Tom coughs, then groans. She smiles) He should be. Just a very nasty blow to the head.
Emile: That’s a relief.
Raoul: Yeah. (Both men sigh together) Hey Lucille, did you hear that? The kids gonna-
He turns to see she is no where in sight.
Raoul: Lucille? (Panic) LUCILLE!!!