The Blessing
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1 through F › Boondock Saints
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,207
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The Blessing
The Blessing
By: KendraLR
Disclaimer: I don't own boondock Saint's, Troy Duffy is the mater mind behind that. I am just amusing myself and oh so many other's with my imagination. I do own Corin though! She is mine *hiss* Ask to use her if you want to write a fic ^.^
Ch1
The Boston streets were wet with the last rain fall. A light drizzle continued to fall down. Corin rushed down the streets checking her watch every two minutes. "Damn it!!" She was late yet again. She knew she was going to get fired this time for sure. Her light brown hair was up in a pony tail that reached the base of her neck, and because of the wet weather it was saggy and heavy.
"Hold it there lady!" Came a voice directly behind her. She began to turn but then she felt a gun press into the small of her back, "Don't turn around, now walk with me all friendly like."
"Come on man, I am late for work." She sighed. Inside though she was trembling.
"Shut up." He snapped. He took her to an empty alleyway and pressed her against a wet brick wall. "Give me your money."
"Didn't you hear me!? I am late for work, I have no money!" Her bright green eyes glared daggers at him.
"Then I know what is just as good as money." The man grinned and pressed his cold lips hard against hers.
She struggled, she punched at his back, squirmed, tried screaming. Nothing was getting this thug off her. 'This can't be happening!' She thought. A tear streaked down her face as she felt the man's hand reach up to cup her breast.
She began fighting harder. Soon she felt his free hand at her throat as he pulled back.
"I'd stop that if I were you." He spat at her. She tried to get a look at his face but it was covered in shadow. All she could see was cold steel colored eyes. They held no emotion and that scared her more than what he was doing to her.
"No, I'd stop what you're doin'" Came an Irish accent, and soon it had a face. A man with light brown hair. Soon there was another but with darker brown hair.
"Who the fuck are you to say?" The thug growled out, "Me and my girl here-"
"I am not yours!" Corin sobbed out, then she felt the gun at her belly. She looked to the two men. A look in her eyes was pleading for their help.
It all happened so fast, a thud and then she was tossed aside as gently as could be done. Then she heard the two men speaking simultaniously. "And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forthfrom thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." Then two slilent shots. She didn't see it but she knew who was dead. She turned to face the men.
"You- you are the saints!" She gasped. She heard rumor of them since moving to Boston but she just thought it was tales told to keep people in line. She thought it was old stories brought from Ireland. But these men were younger than she thought.
"Best forget you saw our faces." The dark haired man said.
"Aye" The other replied.
"Thank you." She whispered.
They walked from the alley and soon was out of sight.
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By: KendraLR
Disclaimer: I don't own boondock Saint's, Troy Duffy is the mater mind behind that. I am just amusing myself and oh so many other's with my imagination. I do own Corin though! She is mine *hiss* Ask to use her if you want to write a fic ^.^
Ch1
The Boston streets were wet with the last rain fall. A light drizzle continued to fall down. Corin rushed down the streets checking her watch every two minutes. "Damn it!!" She was late yet again. She knew she was going to get fired this time for sure. Her light brown hair was up in a pony tail that reached the base of her neck, and because of the wet weather it was saggy and heavy.
"Hold it there lady!" Came a voice directly behind her. She began to turn but then she felt a gun press into the small of her back, "Don't turn around, now walk with me all friendly like."
"Come on man, I am late for work." She sighed. Inside though she was trembling.
"Shut up." He snapped. He took her to an empty alleyway and pressed her against a wet brick wall. "Give me your money."
"Didn't you hear me!? I am late for work, I have no money!" Her bright green eyes glared daggers at him.
"Then I know what is just as good as money." The man grinned and pressed his cold lips hard against hers.
She struggled, she punched at his back, squirmed, tried screaming. Nothing was getting this thug off her. 'This can't be happening!' She thought. A tear streaked down her face as she felt the man's hand reach up to cup her breast.
She began fighting harder. Soon she felt his free hand at her throat as he pulled back.
"I'd stop that if I were you." He spat at her. She tried to get a look at his face but it was covered in shadow. All she could see was cold steel colored eyes. They held no emotion and that scared her more than what he was doing to her.
"No, I'd stop what you're doin'" Came an Irish accent, and soon it had a face. A man with light brown hair. Soon there was another but with darker brown hair.
"Who the fuck are you to say?" The thug growled out, "Me and my girl here-"
"I am not yours!" Corin sobbed out, then she felt the gun at her belly. She looked to the two men. A look in her eyes was pleading for their help.
It all happened so fast, a thud and then she was tossed aside as gently as could be done. Then she heard the two men speaking simultaniously. "And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forthfrom thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." Then two slilent shots. She didn't see it but she knew who was dead. She turned to face the men.
"You- you are the saints!" She gasped. She heard rumor of them since moving to Boston but she just thought it was tales told to keep people in line. She thought it was old stories brought from Ireland. But these men were younger than she thought.
"Best forget you saw our faces." The dark haired man said.
"Aye" The other replied.
"Thank you." She whispered.
They walked from the alley and soon was out of sight.
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