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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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Apophos had taken on the task of protecting the MacManus brothers. The harpies while good at the job could not control the aura of manace that followed them. The subtle influence had the brothers at each other's throats. Lucifer had quickly decided a changing of the guard was in order before the two killed each other.
The two had left their ratty little apartment and then walked down to a bar with a sign naming it McGinty's. Apophos was sitting in a corner nursing a large glass of Lager. The stuff was vile but the two saints were knocking it back like it was the sweetest ambrosia.
Apophos took the time to study his charges. Although born first, the darker haired twin was actually the younger of the two. His brother had been conceived first. Funny how it worked out with these fraternal twins, they could be both older and younger at the same time but the first conceived always ended up taking on the role of the older sibling no matter the order of birth.
Apophos knew the two had killed many men; and yet their aura's remained clean, untouched by sin. They were both as free of sin now as they had been on the day of their birth.
The twins stood up from the barstools and were obviously saying their goodbyes to the men crowded around the bar. Apophos stood up and headed for the door, time to go to work.
As he stepped outside glanced to his left. She looked like a typical streetwalker but there was only one reason she would be here. He made his way over to the demon.
“Kali.” Apophos greeted. “Imagine running into you here. Not your usual stomping grounds is it?”
“Apophos.” She acknowledged watching the door to the bar.
“You do know that the MacManus brothers are off-limits?” Apophos asked her. “Or did Lilith neglect to mention that the Fallen One has ordered no harm come to them? Lucifer will not tolerate a screw up with these two. He has appointed me to protect them.”
“No she didn't mention that.” Kali said as she watched the brothers step out on to the sidewalk and head off in the other direction. “But why would Lucifer be worried and these two men?”
“You should spend a bit more time away from your kin, look at their auras. They just left a bar full of women and drink and they are untouched by the slightest tinge of sin.”
*****
“Smecker?” Connor greeted the man as he stood up from the couch he had been sitting on in their apartment waiting on them to return from the bar.
“Connor, Murphy.” Smecker greeted them. “How are you feeling Murphy? Up to taking on a mission?”
Murphy grinned. “I'm more n ready. Six weeks cooped up with nothin ta do except look at Connor's homely face, I appreciate tha chance for a change o scenery.”
“Fuck ye Murph! Yer no prize beauty yerself!” Connor shot back good naturedly.
“Well pack your beachwear. I'm sending you to Miami.” Smecker grinned as he laid a photo of a Hispanic male on the coffee table “Miguel Castro. No relation to Fidel. He just walked out of a Miami Federal courtroom a free man after ordering the execution of a young family in El Paso, Texas. We had him on drug smuggling and racketeering. His accountant gave us everything we needed to lock him up for a long time but when it came time to tell the story on the stand, the guy clammed up.
That family in El Paso happened to be his son Roman's family. Roman, his wife Elena and their two daughters Mercedes 7 and Rosario 18 months. The two girls had been stabbed repeatedly. Elena had been raped and sodomized. Roman was tied and from the signs of the struggle he put up, we think he was probably alive to see it all.”
Connor and Murphy glanced at each other. Smecker watched the resolve gather in the brother's eyes as they looked at each other.
“So he murdered this family, including a wee babe just ta avoid a few years behind bars?” Connor asked.
“I would think that would make his accountant more determined ta see the bastard behind bars.” Murphy noted.
“I'm sure he is, but the guy has a daughter too. Finishing up her last year of med school in Chicago. Eunice spoke to him, Castro told him that his daughter would be next.” Smecker added.
“Well, what are we waiting fer Conn? Lets get packed.” Murphy said.
*****
Special Agent Juan Ybarra looked at the mess that was once Miguel Castro's estate. 15 bodies all ritualized in a manner that sent him scurrying off to the church as soon as he had finished at the crime scene. He didn't need to investigate a thing. He knew already knew who was responsible. He had seen a crime scene like this before when he was just a lowly crime scene tech brand new to the agency. In Boston, on March 20^th, 1999, at the Copley Plaza Hotel. There was only 9 bodies that night but he would never forget the sight of those bodies. Arms crossed and shiny pennies on their closed eyes.
Then there was Castro himself. Two shots to the back of his head. The bullets had exited Castro's eye sockets. Yes he knew exactly who was responsible, The Saints of South Boston. That or copycat killers which was unlikely since there were details withheld from the press. The differences between Petrova's and Castro's bodies from the rest of the victims.
Ybarra knelt on the prayer bench and raised his head. “God I can't find it in my heart to give this case my all, Castro deserved to die. Not just because of what he ordered done in El Paso but for all of the countless other lives he had ruined. He can't hurt anyone else now. He's in hell where he belongs. We tried doing it the right way time and time again and we failed.
I'm conflicted, I don't know what to do. I need your guidance.”
*****
“Connor tha bullet passed right through ye. He didn't miss! He was right on top o ye!” Murphy said.
“He had to miss Murph.” Connor replied “If he had shot me tha close with tha gun I'd be dead, but I'm not.”
“Tha's exactly me point Conn. There's no way he could have missed ye! Tis a sign tha we are on tha right path.” Murphy nodded.
Apophos sat invisible and unnoticed in the back seat of the car shaking his head. Connor was still denying that it had happened preferring to cling to the idea that Castro would have a hired gun who couldn't hit the broadside of a barn from the inside with the doors closed; and Murphy had convinced himself it was Divine Intervention. Well it was intervention just not the divine type. And it was a close one. Murphy hadn't even seen the guy gunning for him from the hallway. Apophos had to tangle the brunette's feet in a lamp cord and then make it across the room in time to catch the bullet and guide it around Connor.
“I think that wee bump on tha head has scrambled yer brain Murph.” Connor said. “And when exactly did ye get ta be so clumsy ye trip over yer own feet? I though ye had been shot when ye went down!”
“Fuck ye! Ye can believe what ye want ta believe Connor Macmanus but tha bullet shoulda ended yer life! Bullets do not come out o the barrel of a gun and decide ta suddenly make a right turn ye know.” Murphy said lighting two cigarettes and handing one to Connor. “And I didn't trip o'er me own feet! Twas a fuckin electrical cord tha went to tha lamp. And it wasn't there a second before, I looked! Call it what ye will, but I call it a fuckin miracle!”
Apophos thought about Murphy's conviction. He had his faith and didn't care who knew it. But that same faith could make him careless. Apophos made a note to ask Lucifer for more help. Nodding to himself he settled back into the seat listening to the two. In the few weeks he had been babysitting them, he had learned that Connor and Murphy MacManus bickered worse than a couple of little old ladies. He wondered how they would react if they found out that they had a 'guardian demon'.
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