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We're not in Kansas anymore	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Well we got through a whole week without any incidents." Diane told Tim as they sat in his office that overlooked the Emerald City cell block. "But you know Tim, sooner or later something is going to happen. Schillinger and Pancomo have been putting their heads together a lot, and that doesn't bode well."

"I know Diane but what am I supposed to do? Leo made it clear he's not going to put them in Gen Pop." Tim got up and walked to the window to peer though the blinds at the activity on the cell block. "I'm less worried about Vern and Chucky than I am of Simon. He's been watching Murphy and groping himself every chance he gets."

Diane joined Tim at the window looking out to see the MacManus brothers sitting at a table with Ryan O'Riley, Augustus Hill and Bob Rebadow. She glanced up to see that Adibisi's attention was indeed on the dark haired brother again.

"Adibisi's got a pet name for him already, Marilyn. As in Marilyn Monroe. She had a beauty mark like that." Diane said. "If Adibisi gets him alone..."

"So far the two if them have been stuck to each other like glue. Let's just hope it stays that way." Tim said.

"Any word on the trial date?" She asked.

"No but Kareem Said has been in the library everyday writing letters to everyone from Governor Devlin to the the city council on their behalf. If Devlin doesn't get something done soon, we're going to have the same media shitstorm here they had at the Hoag." Tim said with a sigh.

*****

"Ye know if our situation wasn't so precarious, I'd find yer new nickname kind o amusing." Connor said as he lay back on the top bunk looking at the ceiling of the cell.

"Well since we both know why I got it, it's not a laughing matter." Murphy said. He was laying on his back looking at the bottom of Connor's mattress and chewing his lip worriedly.

"Aye, don worry Murph. He tries anythin at all I've got ye back." Connor leaned over the edge of the bunk to look down at his brother. "Duffy is coming tomorrow ta visit. We'll let im know how things stand."

"Great." Murphy answered sarcastically "Just what I need, Duffy thinkin I'm some homeboy's bitch."

"Relax Murph. That won't happen while I'm around." Connor said reassuringly. Connor rolled back onto his bunk. And silently prayed. God please don't let this happen, not ta Murph.

Murphy rinsed the shampoo from his hair to realize that he was alone. Where was Connor? Connor had been at his side ever since they arrived here.

He hurriedly finished rinsing the soap from his body and wrapped his towel around his waist. He turned to leave the shower to find the way blocked by the big Nigerian, Simon Adibisi.

"No more playing hard to get Marilyn. You're going to be my bitch right now. I'm going to fuck that sweet ass." The Yoruba man leered at him reaching out to grab the towel.

Murphy realized that he had two options, try to hold onto the towel and protect his modesty or let go freeing both of his hands to fight to protect his ass. He let go watching the surprise on Adibisi's face.

Adibisi's surprise turned into a smile. "Hot for it? Well then I won't keep you waiting."

Murphy looked at the big Nigerian who had him by at least 4 inches and 30 pounds. The MacManus brothers could their own in a fight but Murphy knew if he took on this monster by himself he would lose.

"Connor!" Murphy screamed at the top of his lungs for his twin.

"Your brother has his own problems right now, he managed to get his throat cut. The guards are taking him to the infirmary. I don't think they will make it in time. Most of his blood is on the floor right now" Simon said as he stepped forward. The Nigerian was big in more ways than one and that particular way was erect and throbbing.

Murphy swung on Adibisi putting everything he had into the punch, rocking the big man back. Adibisi's tongue darted out to lick the blood on his lips.

"Good, I like it rough too," Adibisi said, his eyes overflowing with lust. "Only I'm the one who is going to be giving it."

Murphy backed up as Adibisi advanced. He realized his mistake, he was backing into a corner. Hoping that Adibisi's size would make him slow, Murphy tried to dart by him only to feel himself snagged by one of those huge arms.

"Now the foreplay is over, time to fuck." Adibisi said as he slammed Murphy down on the shower floor hard enough to knock the breath from him.

"No!" Murphy cried out as he struggled helplessly to throw Adibisi off of him.

Adibisi slammed Murphy's face into the tile as he positioned him self and whispered in Murphy's ear. "I promised you rough." He said as he rammed himself home.

Murphy felt the agonizing pain tear through his body, the humiliation and the realization that this was what he had to look forward to. Connor was dead...

Murphy screamed and struggled against the arms holding him. Still in the grip of the nightmare it took a minute for the softly murmured words to penetrate his terrified brain.

"S alright, tis just a bad dream. I got ye, Murph." Connor held his trembling brother as Murphy slowly stopped struggling. "Tis alright, Murph, just a dream. Yer safe."

"Connor, I'm scared." Murphy said so quietly Connor almost couldn't hear the words before turning in his arms and grabbing on to him desperately. "I'm so scared."

*****

Peter Marie looked at the twins. Murphy hadn't said a word. He just sat there hugging himself. It had been Connor who did all the talking.

"I don't know that there is anything we can do officially. Adibisi has kept his hands to himself, but this is not the first time Adibisi has intimidated others. I'm sure it won't be the last time either."

She took out a prescription pad. "The last thing we need is one of you getting sick. I'm going to prescribe something to help you sleep Murphy, you can't just stay awake." She wrote out a prescription and held it out to Murphy who just looked at it. Connor reached over and took it from her.

"Thank ye Sister." Connor said.

"I'm also going to talk to Warden Glenn. I want him to know what's going on." She took a deep breath. "Forget that I am a nun for a moment. If Simon or anyone else tries to harm either or you, you do whatever is necessary to protect yourselves.

Now I want you to go to the infirmary and have Gloria fill that prescription. It will take her a while to get that done and I think she'll need to give you a physical Connor. Murphy should be able to get a couple of hours of sleep without worrying about Simon Adibisi."

"Sister Peter Marie, yer a good woman." Connor said as he urged Murphy out of his seat and led him to the door.

*****

"Yeah, Whadda ya want?" Smecker mumbled into the phone. He had been having a good dream when the phone rang. Suddenly he sat up completely awake and alert.

"Oswald? You're sure?" He said into the phone and paused..

"No, no. I want to see these letters first. Maybe we can follow this Said's reasoning to get the charges dropped on a technicality."

He stopped, listening to the voice on the other end of the connection.

"You're right we do have to do something soon if Murphy is falling apart like that. Send the rosaries. That may help."

Smecker listened a bit more before his face grew grim.

"You're sure that it's Kuntsler?"

Smecker nodded.

"I can still pull a few strings at the Bureau, I'll make sure that Kunty is taken care of. And Eunice, Good work." He said ending the connection.

He immediately dialed another number. As soon as it was answered Smecker spoke.

"We found the boys. Find out who is the chaplain for Oswald Correctional Facility in New York. And Father Sibeal pray that whoever it is answers to Rome."

Smecker hung up the phone since it was too early to contact the Washington headquarters.

"Hang in there boys." He said.
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