The three shall spread their blackened wings…
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Holy Mary, Mother of God
A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Murphy
A Cùig
. Both he and Conner were sitting outside the house of Brother John Corneli in a black van as they watched the house. The house was dark in most areas but if Conner’s plans were right the living room, kitchen and master bedroom were a few of those that were lit. There were no guards at the entrance or the exits of the house and there was no sign of a guard dog. Murphy looked over at Conner who had his head against the steering wheel. He looked preoccupied as if he were having second thoughts about this raid on the Corneli house.
. “What’s wrong, Conn?” asked Murphy as he tossed the bud of his cigarette out the passenger-side window.
. Conner shook his head, “Nothing. Let’s go.”
. “Not before you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
. "It’s nothing, Murphy, let’s just go.”
. Murphy watched as Conner opened his door and followed in suit as they moved to the trunk to get their supply bags. They slung them over their shoulders as they made their way to the side gate of the Corneli residence. Conner’s attitude was beginning to worry him. It was like he didn’t care what happened to himself and it scared Murphy. They stopped at the side gate as Murphy boosted Conner over the 5-foot wall. He tossed both their bags over and with a running start, launched himself over as well. He must have miscalculated the actual energy needed to get himself over the wall because he landed with a big thud. Murphy picked himself off the ground on the other side of the wall as his momentum caused him to fall ungracefully and land on his backside. Conner snickered quietly as he helped his brother up.
. “Now I know why Ma wanted you never to play any sports. With that balance you were bound to kill yourself or someone else,” commented Conner as he grabbed his bag and laughed to the side door.
. At least now he’s not all serious and preoccupied, thought Murphy as he grabbes ows own bag and joined his brother at the door. They looked into the room and it was empty. Both of them slipped the ski masks over their heads, tucked their rosaries into their shirts and drew a silenced gun each. Oddly enough the door was unlocked and they slipped inside quietly. Conner led as they rounded the corner into the kitchen. The three men that had been playing cards there were shocked to see two men in ski masks and had no chance of grabbing their guns before three bullets ended all three lives. They dropped their bags and Conner checked pulses as Murphy scouted ahead, into the hallway leading to the dining area. It was empty but light and people’s voices spilled from the semi-opened doorway across the hall. They worked silently as Murphy watched the living room door and Conner headed upstairs to check all of the rooms. Murphy held his breath as he watched Conner disappear into room after room, only to release it when he reemerged seconds later, signaling that no one had been there. He was worried that Conner would actually find someone up there who would hurt him. Murphy’s worry subsided as all of the upstairs rooms were checked and Conner returned downstairs.
. Conner and Murphy looked at each other as they made the sign of the cross and drew their guns, both silenced, from their holsters. Conner nodded as Murphy kicked in the door and they both ran into the room guns blazing. Murphy had done a quick count of the men in the room as he counted his shots. There were 3 already down before they could draw their weapons, 2 men were behind the couch desperately shooting over the cushions and 2 more were crouched below the table shooting wildly. Conner had dropped to one knee, disposing of the 2 under the table as Murphy had rushed the couch and placed metal slugs into each of the two men’s heads. It was over in a few minutes and the mob thugs really didn’t stand a chance against the Saints. Conner and Murphy surveyed their work and checked pulses as they crossed each dead man’s arms and placed pennies onto their closed eyes. Conner went back to do the same for the 3 men in the kitchen and when he returned he brought their bags.
. “Corneli’s not here,” stated Murphy as he replaced his guns in his holsters. He lifted his mask and wiped his hand across his face in dissatisfaction.
. “There’s nothing else we can do here. Clear their pockets of anything we can use,” said Conner as they both began searching pockets. They stripped the dead men of their guns, money clips and a couple of packs of cigarettes before taking one last look around the room.
. Murphy watched as Conner uttered their family prayer over the bodies of the dead men and he followed along in his head until he heard a tiny noise coming from behind him. He turned to find a set of double doors that to ato another room. Murphy put his ear to the door as Conner finished the prayer and was surprised to hear a soft voice muttering something. He signaled to Conner as he pulled the ski mask down and lifted one of the guns from his holsters as his hand went to the door. He opened the door carefully looking into the room, dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner. The sight that assailed his eyed made his jaw drop in horror.
. "Holy Mary, Mother of God!"
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Murphy
. Both he and Conner were sitting outside the house of Brother John Corneli in a black van as they watched the house. The house was dark in most areas but if Conner’s plans were right the living room, kitchen and master bedroom were a few of those that were lit. There were no guards at the entrance or the exits of the house and there was no sign of a guard dog. Murphy looked over at Conner who had his head against the steering wheel. He looked preoccupied as if he were having second thoughts about this raid on the Corneli house.
. “What’s wrong, Conn?” asked Murphy as he tossed the bud of his cigarette out the passenger-side window.
. Conner shook his head, “Nothing. Let’s go.”
. “Not before you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
. "It’s nothing, Murphy, let’s just go.”
. Murphy watched as Conner opened his door and followed in suit as they moved to the trunk to get their supply bags. They slung them over their shoulders as they made their way to the side gate of the Corneli residence. Conner’s attitude was beginning to worry him. It was like he didn’t care what happened to himself and it scared Murphy. They stopped at the side gate as Murphy boosted Conner over the 5-foot wall. He tossed both their bags over and with a running start, launched himself over as well. He must have miscalculated the actual energy needed to get himself over the wall because he landed with a big thud. Murphy picked himself off the ground on the other side of the wall as his momentum caused him to fall ungracefully and land on his backside. Conner snickered quietly as he helped his brother up.
. “Now I know why Ma wanted you never to play any sports. With that balance you were bound to kill yourself or someone else,” commented Conner as he grabbed his bag and laughed to the side door.
. At least now he’s not all serious and preoccupied, thought Murphy as he grabbes ows own bag and joined his brother at the door. They looked into the room and it was empty. Both of them slipped the ski masks over their heads, tucked their rosaries into their shirts and drew a silenced gun each. Oddly enough the door was unlocked and they slipped inside quietly. Conner led as they rounded the corner into the kitchen. The three men that had been playing cards there were shocked to see two men in ski masks and had no chance of grabbing their guns before three bullets ended all three lives. They dropped their bags and Conner checked pulses as Murphy scouted ahead, into the hallway leading to the dining area. It was empty but light and people’s voices spilled from the semi-opened doorway across the hall. They worked silently as Murphy watched the living room door and Conner headed upstairs to check all of the rooms. Murphy held his breath as he watched Conner disappear into room after room, only to release it when he reemerged seconds later, signaling that no one had been there. He was worried that Conner would actually find someone up there who would hurt him. Murphy’s worry subsided as all of the upstairs rooms were checked and Conner returned downstairs.
. Conner and Murphy looked at each other as they made the sign of the cross and drew their guns, both silenced, from their holsters. Conner nodded as Murphy kicked in the door and they both ran into the room guns blazing. Murphy had done a quick count of the men in the room as he counted his shots. There were 3 already down before they could draw their weapons, 2 men were behind the couch desperately shooting over the cushions and 2 more were crouched below the table shooting wildly. Conner had dropped to one knee, disposing of the 2 under the table as Murphy had rushed the couch and placed metal slugs into each of the two men’s heads. It was over in a few minutes and the mob thugs really didn’t stand a chance against the Saints. Conner and Murphy surveyed their work and checked pulses as they crossed each dead man’s arms and placed pennies onto their closed eyes. Conner went back to do the same for the 3 men in the kitchen and when he returned he brought their bags.
. “Corneli’s not here,” stated Murphy as he replaced his guns in his holsters. He lifted his mask and wiped his hand across his face in dissatisfaction.
. “There’s nothing else we can do here. Clear their pockets of anything we can use,” said Conner as they both began searching pockets. They stripped the dead men of their guns, money clips and a couple of packs of cigarettes before taking one last look around the room.
. Murphy watched as Conner uttered their family prayer over the bodies of the dead men and he followed along in his head until he heard a tiny noise coming from behind him. He turned to find a set of double doors that to ato another room. Murphy put his ear to the door as Conner finished the prayer and was surprised to hear a soft voice muttering something. He signaled to Conner as he pulled the ski mask down and lifted one of the guns from his holsters as his hand went to the door. He opened the door carefully looking into the room, dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner. The sight that assailed his eyed made his jaw drop in horror.
. "Holy Mary, Mother of God!"