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Saints or Martyrs?	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Connor lay back on the bed far from sated. He wondered what he was even doing here. At the time it seemed like a good idea and the woman was more than willing, she wasn't taking no for an answer. It didn't help that Connor had probably had a drink too many himself because he left Doc's with her on his arm; Lil, she had said her name was Lil.
Suddenly Connor sat up sheet pooling in his lap as he realized that he hadn't told Murphy where he was going, he had just gotten up and walked out without a backwards glance. Shit!
“Leaving already?” The singsong voice asked as a dainty hand slipped up his inner thigh under the sheet.
“Aye,” Connor said fishing his clothes from the floor. “I left me brother without a word. He'll be wondering wha happened ta me. I need ta get back.”
“Yes get back to your brother. You wouldn't want him worrying over you.” The red haired woman let the sheet pool in her lap as she sat up. “We'll be seeing each other again Connor.”
Connor quickly left the motel room a sense of panic he couldn't explain washing over him as he hurried back towards Doc's.
*****
Murphy had said goodnight to Doc and stepped outside wondering where Connor had gotten off to. It wasn't like him to just leave without saying something. He had just fumbled a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket when the world went black. Murphy wished it was still black.
He had awakened here. Where ever here was. All he knew was that he was tied down to some sort of table naked as the day he was born and shivering from the damp cold.
A light over the table illuminated him like some performer on a stage in a spotlight. He could hear sounds in the darkness beyond. Something slithered in the shadows and he instinctively knew that it wasn't human. It sounded wet, sluggish. Like where ever it moved it would leave a trail of slime in it's wake.
He took a deep breath and realized something was on his chest. Lifting his head he saw that he wasn't completely naked, he still wore his rosary.
“I decided to leave you with that little symbol of your 'god'. A reminder of just how uncaring he really is.” Murphy looked toward the voice and recognized the red headed woman from earlier at Doc's. “I actually wished you had been a bit more agreeable at the bar. I would much rather have your brother here, the analytical ones are so much more fun to break. But either way; six of one, half dozen of the other.”
The woman reached out and ran her fingertips along Murphy's leg.
“My Master worked so hard to corrupt mankind, and now you and your brother are undoing all of his hard work. So I will take from your god something that he considers his. I'll make you renounce him.”
“Yer Master?” Murphy questioned.
“Yes the one behind all that evil you're so determined to cleanse the world of. I have 24 hours to make either of you renounce your faith, your god. To see him for the impotent cringing being that he is sitting up in his heaven and letting his precious human creation suffer. That will make my master happy and he will reward me. Unlike your god who will sit back and let you suffer. He won't save you you know.”
Lil picked up something from the table, Murphy's cell phone.
“Say cheese!” She said cheerfully snapping a picture and then pressing a few buttons. “The two of you are so close, I wonder who will break first? You from the pain of physical torture or him from the emotional torment. But let's let him know that you're fine...for the moment.”
*****
Connor snatched the cellphone from the table. He saw that it was a picture mail from Murphy's phone. Opening the message Connor swore a string of curses.
“Connor? Is it Murphy?” Smecker asked. Not sure he could form a coherent sentence he turned the phone so that the FBI agent could see the picture. Murphy tied down to some sort of work table. The photo was captioned with the simple phrase 'Before the fun begins'.
*****
Murphy was the guy that was always smiling and you just found yourself smiling with him. If you had asked anyone if he had a spiteful bone in his body they would tell you no. Ask his mother and she would tell you a different story. She would tell you how Murphy terrified Jamie Riordan when he was 8 years old.
Jamie was the village bully. It had happened on one of those rare days when the twins were apart. She had kept Connor home from school due to a fever but there was nothing wrong with Murphy so she had sent him off to school. The boys had never had any problems with Jamie so she hadn't thought anything of it. She should have kept Murphy home too since she ended up having to go to school to collect him from the headmaster's office.
She had passed Jamie sitting there waiting on his parents on the way in. The boy didn't look too bad, a few scratches and tears to his clothes but that was it. Murphy looked like he had been run over by a truck. Since it was clear that Jamie had started it Murphy had simply got a little talking to.
What gave her the shivers was the exchange between the boys when she had come out of the office with Murphy in tow. Murphy didn't say a word, just looked at Jamie for a couple of seconds and she had realized that the older boy was afraid, of Murphy. It took a while for her to get the whole story. Jamie figuring a lone MacManus 'brat' would be an easy target went after Murphy. He figured on Murphy reacting like the rest of the village kids but Murphy hadn't. Murphy had stood up to him. Every time he knocked Murphy down, her boy would get up and get right back in Jamie face. Jamie feared Murphy because he couldn't break Murphy.
It wasn't that Murphy didn't feel the pain,God knows he felt it it's that he wasn't going to give Jamie the satisfaction of letting him know he was hurting him. And that was pure spite. But that was then, this is now when he helpless.
Murphy smothered the scream as he felt the blade dig into his flesh again. If he wouldn't break for Jamie Riordan, he sure as hell wasn't going to break for this bitch.
*****
Connor prowled the streets and alleys of the neighborhood. He had tried dialing Murph's number until his own cell went dead with no answer. Smecker was trying to locate Murphy by the GPS in the phone without much success. Dolly, Duffy and Greenley were also out combing the streets for any sign of Murphy without any luck. But more than anything Connor was kicking himself in the ass.
It seemed like something bad always happened to Murphy when Connor wasn't around. Connor thought back to that cryptic message, 'Before the fun starts'. Where ever his brother was right now Connor knew what he was going through wasn't fun. He knew, fuckin knew Murph was in pain. Just like he had known Murphy was hurt before Ma had walked in the door the day Murph crossed paths with Jaime Riordan. Connor had felt Murphy's pain just like it was he own and seeing how badly his brother was battered had cut Connor to the quick.
Connor had insisted on tending to Murphy. Every bruise and scrape had been noted, recorded in Connor's mind. And ten years later when Connor was 18, he had gone down to the dock and found Jamie. He had made Jaime pay for every bit of the pain he had caused Murphy. Right now someone was hurting Murphy and when Connor got his hands on them, there would be hell to pay.
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