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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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“Ye know Murphy MacManus,” Connor said looking at his brother in a combination of amusement and disgust, “Yer a morbid fucker.”
Murphy spared Connor an irritated glance and then went back to what he was doing. “Why don ye just go answer tha fuckin door and leave me alone then?”
With a huff Connor made his way through the living room to open the door to find Duffy and Smecker standing there. “Well lads come on in.”
“Where's Murphy?” Smecker asked.
“Ye'll find Murph tha Mortician in tha kitchen.” Connor said leading the way. “Mr Morbid is too involved with his project ta open doors around here. Or do anything else for tha matter.” Connor said picking up an empty beer bottle along the way to put in the trash.
“Are we in tha right place?” Duffy said looking around at the spotless apartment.
“Aye, ye are.” Murphy yelled from the kitchen. “Whenever Connor wants ta annoy me without sayin anythin he starts scrubbing every damn thing in sight.”
“Problem?” Smecker asked turning to Connor.
Duffy had made his way to the kitchen table and looked down at the object Murphy was busy trying to line up between two pieces of laminate. “Is that what I think it is?” Duffy asked looking just a bit green.
“Aye. Me addle minded brother took it ta mind ta preserve tha damned thing!” Connor said with disgust.
“Well it's not unheard of, it's technically a relic after all.” Paul said looking down at the dried skin bearing the demon tattoo.
“Aye a relic o Murph's scrambled brain.” Connor grumbled.
“Look a lot of orthodox churches still have relicularies that they claim contain a piece of supposed saints. It was big business during the Crusades and Dark Ages. At least you know this is the real thing.”
“Guys” Duffy broke in. “I feel like I'm out of the loop here.”
Connor and Murphy both looked at Duffy and then at Smecker. “Ye haven't told him yet?” Murphy asked.
“Well, there were a few more names I recognized in those begats.” Smecker said. “Including his.”
“Well which one o tha Apostles gave us old Duffy here.” Connor asked smaking Duffy on the back.
“Thomas, as in the doubting Apostle. I figured he'd ask you two to walk on water before he believed it.” Smecker replied as Murphy gave a snort.
“So is your name in there too, Smecker?” Murphy asked.
Smecker sighed before answering, “Pretty much everyone who has been helping you is in there.”
“Well considerin ye could have told us this earlier, why are ye here, Smecker?” Connor asked.
“Did you know Cletus Jackson? He was an old black man. His neighbors said he used to take his guitar down to the park a couple of blocks away from here every afternoon....” Duffy broke off as Murphy stood up from his chair and headed toward the bedroom. Soon after there was a the sound of a crash.
“Aye, we know him.” Connor said quietly “We just saw him tha other day. Took him a bottle fer his birthday. He was a good man.”
“Is Murphy okay?” Duffy asked as another crash came from the bedroom.
“He's fine, just feelin tha need ta smash a few things. If tha two o you be here askin us about him then he's gone on now. And it wasn't natural causes.” Connor calmly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Do you know who?”
Smecker picked up the laminated tattoo. “The same person who did this. That who is responsible for Cletus Jackson's death, and Greenley's too.”
“Tha bitch isna a fuckin person, she's a fuckin thing!” Murphy spat from the doorway. “Find her for us Smecker.”
Smecker nodded his head.
*****
“Well?” Lucifer asked Apophos. “Did our little assist have the desired effect?”
“Oh it lit a fire under their asses that's for sure. I swear Murphy was spitting fire and Connor was about to explode. Lilith is definitely at the top of their shit list right now.” Apophos said with a smile.
“Good. The sooner they do what I need them to do the sooner I can get back to preparing for the upcoming battle with my father.” Lucifer said.
“And Shiva?” Apohpos asked. “He and Kali are just as deep in this rebellion as Lilith.”
“I'm sure the twins won't have any qualms about smiting those two. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking that letting them smite to their heart's content would only serve my purpose in the end. They could destroy those who rebel.”
“Not as forgiving as your father?” Apophos asked. “After all he if not forgiving you, allowed you your existence.”
“Of course he did.” Lucifer said. “My father is not without his reasons for that but they will not be revealed to us until the end.”
*****
Connor was handcuffed to a toilet that had quite frankly seen better days. It took a few seconds for the Russian's words to penetrate his brain. He turned his head to see That Russian bastard named Chekov drag Murphy up from the floor.
“Murph!!!”
Murphy looked back over his shoulder at Connor. He tried to put everything into that one glance. Forgiveness, resignation...goodbye. There was nothing that Connor could do to stop what was about to happen.
Chekov shoved him forward by the collar of his robe. No one was expecting the door to open and they certainly weren't expecting the delicate creature that stood there blocking it.
The first Russian growled as he raised his gun. When he slumped to the floor all three of the remaining men were stunned. Especially when the delicate male lifted his hand holding the bastard's heart.
Chekov tossed Murphy to the side. Murphy landed on Connor's mattress before bouncing off onto the floor between the two. Murphy pushed himself up to see Chokov's mouth open in a soundless scream as his body convulsed before falling to the floor.
The man responsible stepped gingerly over the body before looking down at Murphy and then glancing toward the toilet where Connor was looking at his freed hands dumbly.
“I think we all know how this dream ends don't we?” the man said as he dropped down onto Connor's bed. “You connor dropping a toilet on Mr Extra Cripsy Ass and Murphy using the lid to finish what he started with those bottle's in the bar. Then again the line of Iscariot has always been a source of amusement to me with your ability to turn the most unlikely of items into lethal weapons.”
“Who are ye?” Connor asked making his way toward Murphy who had crawled away from their rescuer and was on his knees head bowed as he prayed.
“You brother knows, why else would he be praying right now.” the man looked at Murphy “Although it's a waste of time. If my father didn't want me to speak to you, he would never had allowed me to bring this vision to you.”
“What do ye want?” Murphy demanded, anger coming off of him in waves.
“To shed a little bit of light. After all many do know me as the light bearer, my very name means light.” The man said leaning forward toward Murphy. “She stepped out of line. She was reprimanded. She hasn't taken it well but I have made it clear, none of my followers are to harm a hair on your saintly little heads.
But that doesn't mean they won't harm those around you. Your friends, your family.”
“Why would ye be telling us this?” Connor asked.
“Because like my father before me, I now face a rebellion within my ranks, led by Lilith. One my father is just as concerned about as I am, and the two of you are right in the middle of it.” Lucifer got to his feet and walked over to stand in front of the two. “Asmall gift. If she's is near you will know.” He grabbed Murphy's wrist. “And she will pay the price. She forgot the most basic rule we live by, never let the blood of a saint touch you.”
Lucifer headed for the door. He stopped and turned around. “Actually Connor, I find it amusing myself. I'm not the king of demons because I'm a demon but because I was created by him. Do you honestly think he would have me running around with horns and a barbed tail?”

Connor and Murphy both sat up at the same time and looked at each other.
“Did we just get a visit from tha devil?” Connor asked.
Murphy was rubbing the bare patch on his arm. “Aye, I think we did.”
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