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Fallen Angel
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1 through F › Boondock Saints
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,555
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Boondock Saints, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Relive the Moment
She smile as she stepped into the warm sunlight and pulled Murphy’s sweater around her. She had never seen this part of Boston before, hell she had barely been out of her own neighbor hood. She was beginning to enjoy the sounds to the city, even if this was the ’bad’ section of the city. The happy, excited tones in the voices of the people who walked past her. Even the people whom she stopped to ask for directions were glad to help out in some way.
Even the people in the Laundromat were cheerful. “I really could get used to this” She smiled.
“Ye know, its not really good to talk to yourself in public.” A familiar voice spoke to her. She turned around and came face to face with Connor. “How are ye stranger?”
“You know, I still think we need to have a proper introduction, beings that you saved me and all.” She held out her hand. “My name is Catherine, Cathy for short.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet ye ‘Catherine, Cathy for short’.” Connor took her hand and shook it.
She playfully slapped him on the chest, “You know what I mean.”
After everything had been washed and dried Cathy and Connor were ready to go. She slung the bag of clean laundry over her shoulder and Connor got the door for her. “Any place in particular that ye want to go?” He asked.‘Take a deep breath Cathy. You can handle this, you have been in this house for years.’ She slowly pushed the door open and took a deep breath as she stepped inside and opened her eyes.
~*~ She closed the door behind her, and gasped as a blunt object collided with her back. He was drunk again, that was a given, but this was different. He wasn’t just trying to hurt her, he was trying to get rid of her. She hit the floor hard, and lay there for a moment as she tried to gather herself.
Groping around on the floor of the dark room, she tried to find something, anything to help her out. She could feel the blood trickling down her back, as her hand grasped an empty beer bottle. She could hear his heavy breathing from the other side of the room.
He was coming closer, his heavy footsteps echoed in her ears. As he turned around Cathy brought her herself to her feet and crept towards him.
“Where are ya Bitch?” He cursed.
She raised the bottle above her head. He was right there, just one more step.
She brought the bottle down and it collided with his head.
“Fuck you.”
“It has to be somewhere.” Cathy cried as she felt around on the top shelf on the pantry. She knew that there was a gun up there, somewhere. The room was silent until she heard the gun cock and she froze.
“Looking for something, Missy?”
She turned towards the voice, and was looking at the barrel of a gun. She could see his finger on the trigger. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She shifted her weight to her left leg. She was not prepared for this to happen. She slowly brought her hand down from the shelf, with a sharp knife in her hand.
She closed her eyes as his finger tensed on the trigger.
There was a gunshot, and a loud shout.
‘Why am I still standing?’ Cathy slowly opened her eyes and saw her father kneeling on the floor, holding his arm, blood dripping to the floor.
She slowly raised her eyes to the figure standing behind her father. She gripped the handle of the knife even tighter. He ran his hand through his dark hair. Another man, this one with lighter hair, came running into the pantry.
“Murph, we have a huge problem. The girl is still home.”
“I know.” The dark haired one said, his eyes never leaving Cathy.
The first man that Cathy saw grabbed her father off the floor, and pulled him to his feet. She watched as her father was forcefully dragged from the room. As she went to follow the light haired man stepped in her way.
“Ye don’t want to see this.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
He was placed on his knees in the center of the living room. They booth stood behind her father, their guns placed at the back of his head. ~*~
“Cathy.”
~*~ “And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee…” ~*~
“Cathy.”
~*~ “Power hath descended forth from Thy hand…” ~*~
“Cathy.” Connor called again.
“Yeah?” She asked as she turned to him.
“Are ye sure that ye are up for this?” He asked, not trying to shield the concern in his eyes.
“Well, I might as well, I’m already here, right?”
Even the people in the Laundromat were cheerful. “I really could get used to this” She smiled.
“Ye know, its not really good to talk to yourself in public.” A familiar voice spoke to her. She turned around and came face to face with Connor. “How are ye stranger?”
“You know, I still think we need to have a proper introduction, beings that you saved me and all.” She held out her hand. “My name is Catherine, Cathy for short.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet ye ‘Catherine, Cathy for short’.” Connor took her hand and shook it.
She playfully slapped him on the chest, “You know what I mean.”
After everything had been washed and dried Cathy and Connor were ready to go. She slung the bag of clean laundry over her shoulder and Connor got the door for her. “Any place in particular that ye want to go?” He asked.‘Take a deep breath Cathy. You can handle this, you have been in this house for years.’ She slowly pushed the door open and took a deep breath as she stepped inside and opened her eyes.
~*~ She closed the door behind her, and gasped as a blunt object collided with her back. He was drunk again, that was a given, but this was different. He wasn’t just trying to hurt her, he was trying to get rid of her. She hit the floor hard, and lay there for a moment as she tried to gather herself.
Groping around on the floor of the dark room, she tried to find something, anything to help her out. She could feel the blood trickling down her back, as her hand grasped an empty beer bottle. She could hear his heavy breathing from the other side of the room.
He was coming closer, his heavy footsteps echoed in her ears. As he turned around Cathy brought her herself to her feet and crept towards him.
“Where are ya Bitch?” He cursed.
She raised the bottle above her head. He was right there, just one more step.
She brought the bottle down and it collided with his head.
“Fuck you.”
“It has to be somewhere.” Cathy cried as she felt around on the top shelf on the pantry. She knew that there was a gun up there, somewhere. The room was silent until she heard the gun cock and she froze.
“Looking for something, Missy?”
She turned towards the voice, and was looking at the barrel of a gun. She could see his finger on the trigger. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She shifted her weight to her left leg. She was not prepared for this to happen. She slowly brought her hand down from the shelf, with a sharp knife in her hand.
She closed her eyes as his finger tensed on the trigger.
There was a gunshot, and a loud shout.
‘Why am I still standing?’ Cathy slowly opened her eyes and saw her father kneeling on the floor, holding his arm, blood dripping to the floor.
She slowly raised her eyes to the figure standing behind her father. She gripped the handle of the knife even tighter. He ran his hand through his dark hair. Another man, this one with lighter hair, came running into the pantry.
“Murph, we have a huge problem. The girl is still home.”
“I know.” The dark haired one said, his eyes never leaving Cathy.
The first man that Cathy saw grabbed her father off the floor, and pulled him to his feet. She watched as her father was forcefully dragged from the room. As she went to follow the light haired man stepped in her way.
“Ye don’t want to see this.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
He was placed on his knees in the center of the living room. They booth stood behind her father, their guns placed at the back of his head. ~*~
“Cathy.”
~*~ “And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee…” ~*~
“Cathy.”
~*~ “Power hath descended forth from Thy hand…” ~*~
“Cathy.” Connor called again.
“Yeah?” She asked as she turned to him.
“Are ye sure that ye are up for this?” He asked, not trying to shield the concern in his eyes.
“Well, I might as well, I’m already here, right?”