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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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Murphy sat a cold ale in front of Katie. “Ye sure ye don need anythin else Ma?”
“I'm fine. It takes more than some brainless street thug ta get tha best o yer Ma.” Katie said.
“He coulda killed ye.” Connor said. “O course we're a wee bit upset. We don wanta lose ye too. Not after just losing Da.”
“Boys, sit yerselves down.” Katie took the time to look at both of her sons. “Yer actin like a couple o lasses right now. Do ye think I don worry? Nine months I carried tha two o ye around in me belly. And when ye popped out 19 years under me roof with me raisin ye and taking care o ye. I'm yer ma and ye both know that I never stood fer anyone hurtin me babies.”
“We know ye would beat tha snot out o anyone tha harmed us but those days are o'er, Ma.” Connor said. “We're grown men now.”
“We're no tha little lads ye raised ta run though fields o clover. We've been here in America for a long time.” Murphy added.
“Ye two are dense as a couple o rocks. Ye are me babes and always will be no matter how old ye get. A ma has a powerful bond with her babies. Tis a lifetime job boys, ye don't stop bein a ma just because yer babies turn eighteen or leave tha nest and move across tha ocean to another country.
Ye choose ta spend yer lives puttin yerselves at risk and I worry every day about ye. Don't mistake me I'm proud o ye but I still worry. So this wee bit o worryin yer doing is nothin compared to tha worryin I do and ta be honest yer drivin me batshit with it.”
*****
“Bacchus. What are you doing here?” Lilith said as she opened the door to her current apartment to find the demon sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine. “And who let you in?”
“I am here because I find myself in the middle of a big shit storm thanks to you. And your landlady let me in.” Bacchus answered. “I am not a happy camper right now Lilith. My business has gone up in flames and I'm having to watch my back 24/7 or die at the hands of my business partners or those fucking Saints that you stirred up.”
Lilith sat her shopping bag down. “I fail to see how any of your problems concern me.”
“Really? Well let me explain it to you. You went after the MacManus twins who knew nothing about our existence. And when Lucifer punished you, you went to Shiva stirring up the rebellion. Those of us who chose to follow Shiva now find that we have thrown our lot in with you, bringing the wrath of these Saints down on our heads.” Bacchus said.
“I fail to see what the problem is. Just kill them!” Lilith spat. “Lucifer may be too much of a chickenshit to do so, but I find it hard to believe that everyone is so afraid of them.”
“You had at least one of them in your clutches and yet he's still breathing.” Bacchus replied. “I can't help but wonder why you didn't kill him when you had the chance.”
“I fully intended to but Lucifer intervened.” Lilith admitted.
“You know Lilith it's you they want.” Bacchus said. “And since you have deceived many of us you would do well to watch your back. It's not inconceivable that one of your reluctant allies would sell you out. Imagine, To save their own life they could very well tell the saints where to find you.”
Bacchus stood up and walked to the door. “You have always had delusions of being more powerful than you are. Let me give you a suggestion, disappear Lilith. Because if the Saints don't destroy you, Lucifer will.” Bacchus gave her one last look before walking out of the door.
*****
“I guess Lilith decided to recruit a little local talent.” Smecker said as he sat in the booth at the back of McGinty's with the boys. “The kid's a nobody. He's been trying to get in one of the north side street gangs for the past six years.”
“He's a good ways from home, bein this is South Boston.” Connor said. “We don't normally target street thugs, they just tend ta fall in our laps.”
“Aye,” Murphy agreed. “So ye think Lilith maybe set this up?”
“I think it's a good possibility.” Smecker said. “Eunice will try to look into it tomorrow. She and Juan think they may have a line on Lilith. They've been trying to run it down. However they hit a snag.”
“Tis okay.” Connor said. “We have somethin right here in Boston we need ta take care of.”
“How much do ye know about this street gang? We're thinkin they need a lesson in respect for the blessed institution o motherhood.” Murphy said.
*****
“Belial, how are your charges?” Lucifer asked as his son materialized in front of him.
“Lilith sent some stupid human to their home to kill them.” Belial said. “They weren't home but their mother was. The old bag plugged the dumb shit right between the eyes.”
“So the saints are fine, then?” Lucifer said.
“Well if you call pissed off fine then yes. You may want to send the harpies to Boston, get them to scatter the Macguire Street gang before the saints arrive. The idiot had ties to that gang and the gang is on the twin's to do list.” Belial said. “Two men against close to 100 isn't very good odds, even with them being saints.”
“I'll take care of it. I don't won't them distracted right now, they need to concentrate on Lilith and her co-conspirators. You and Apophos figure out how to delay them and I'll take care of this gang.
*****
If people had cared a bit more the old mill would have been protected as a historical landmark, after all during it's heyday it produced over 80% of the sailcloth used in the New England region. But people didn't care and this once proud building hand been reduced to meth lab run by the Macguire Street gang.
In addition it doubled as a headquarters and meeting place for the gang. Kelly Reilly sat in the old manager's office, holding court with the members of the gang. Kelly had taken over the Macguires six years ago after the previous leader managed to drown in Boston Harbor. Kelly had big plans for the Macguires what had been a simple street gang was quickly turning into one of Boston's biggest crystal meth operations.
Lucifer looked around at the dilapidated building, before making his way to the office.
“Who the fuck are you?” Kelly said springing up from behind his desk and pointing a gun at Lucifer. The other men in the room quickly followed suit.
“I'm from OSHA,” Lucifer said with a smirk “And I'm here to tell you that you're in violation of numerous regulations of Osha.”
“What the fuck is this some stupid joke?” One of the guys asked.
“Okay you caught me, it's a joke. Actually I am Lucifer and I'm here to kill you and blow up your meth lab.” Lucifer said looking at the group who was staring at him in disbelief. “You know Lucifer, the Devil, Satan?”
“Somebody just shoot the fuckin comedian.” Kelly said as he sat in his seat. Several guns fired and yet the comedian still stood there unconcerned.
“See I knew you wouldn't believe the truth, that's why I said I was from OSHA.” Lucifer confessed to them.
Kelly took out his gun and aimed for the little man's nose. Pulling the trigger he knew he didn't miss and yet them man was still standing there. At this point several men in the room decided that fleeing was a good idea. The only problem was that none of the doors would open and all of the windows were sporting double paned bullet proof glass.
“Sorry guys,” Lucifer called down to them “But I can't let you miss the fireworks.”
The gang members in the old mill were now in a full blown panic as they smelled smoke. The chemists who were working on mixing the meth were pouring out of the clean room yelling fire.
Kelly turned to glare at the delicate little man as the first explosion tore through the building.
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