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Chapter 1:The Fallen Rise Once More
The three boys walked amongst the streets of Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan. The second oldest of them, a twenty one year old boy smiled as he thought about what happened the day before. The boy had crystal blue eyes, and a buzzed hair cut, brown hair nearly all gone. He wore a pair of blue jeans, and a black SlipKnot Shirt. His steel toed black boots thud against the ground.
"Dude you would not believe what I did last night while you guys were stuck with your girlfriends." He said. His tone was not of one of a New Yorker. It was one from a kid from New Jersey.
"What'd you do?" Asked the oldest of the two. His hair was dark brown, his skin tanned thanks to some time out in Iraq, serving his country as a Marine. The war was over, and now it was time to live life over again. He wore a pair of blue jeans, and black boots that almost resembled one pair of a Nazi's.
"Yeah bro, what the hell did you do now?" The third kid has a mess of hair upon his head and like his friend's, it was brown. His skin was somewhat pale, and he was rather skinny. He wore a blue hoodie, and a pair of blue jeans with a pair of sneakers. He looked at his friend as they walked.
"Guys, stop." The three of them did so. The two others looked at the one speaking. "I got to drink with The Saints!"
"DUDE NO FUCKIN' WAY!" The oldest shouted.
"I AM NOT BELIEVING THAT YOU SHMUCK OF A FUCK!" The skinny one yelled at him.
"Would I lie about something like that? Come on, I could get you guys going with some a lot better than that! Tom, Alex, you have to believe me!"
Tom, the oldest, considered it. "You're right. You wouldn't lie to us..." He said softly.
Alex, the youngest and the skinniest nodded. "I agree. Dude how was it?"
"It was fucking amazing bros. It was just amazing!" Then, there were gunshots and angered curses filling their ears.
Matt, Tom, and Alex looked at each other as they ran towards where they heard the gunshots. They moved as fast as they could, the three of them running down the alleyway as they came to a sight they wouldn't have wanted to see in all of their days. Before them, blood filled the alleyway, two guys laid on the ground bleeding, and dead. Looked like two hitmen from their standing point. But on the opposite side, on the ground, bleeding and muttering silent prayers. Alex's eyes were wide, as well as Matt and Tom's. The three boys ran to the three standing before them.
Connor and Murphy's blood ran down their chests. Their guns were at their side as their Da' held the two of them as close as he could to them. Kayne's eyes found their way upon the form of Matt. His own eyes filled with a sudden sadness as Connor and Murphy found their eyes on the young boy as well.
"Ah fuck..." Connor's reply to their presence was.
"Ah shit! Did ya have to come and ruin our death?" Murphy asked, still he had that wise ass tone in his irish voice even in death.
"Aye Matt, ye shouldn't be here to see this." Kayne, also known as Da, said.
Matt bent down as did the other two, taking off their shirts to try and wrap the wounds. Connor pushed them away.
"Its our time boys...we've done this to ourselve's. Agent Smecker...is in the hospital, he got shot a couple of days ago, nearly a mortal wound...but, We will go before god...but promise me one thing boys...just one thing..." Kayne said. Matt and his two brothers nodded.
"First, lay the three of us down." Connor said, Murphy seconding that.
The three of them did so, and placed their hands upon their chests as if they were in their caskets already. Alex and Tom removed six pennies from the pockets of Connor and Murphy. Matt stood at Connor and Murphy's side holding to them, fighting the tears ready to sting their eyes. Then, Kayne spoke. "Promise me boys..." He said. They all promised.
Kayne spoke. "As you raise your flashing swords and your hands take hold in judgement, you will take vengence upon thine enemies, and you will repay 'dose who haze ye. Oh lord, take dese boys to dy right hand, and count 'dem among dy saints." Connor smiled his famous Irish smile as Murphy smiled his as well. Matt watched as their eyes closed. He nodded to Alex and Tom as they handed him two pennies, and he placed them upon Connor's eyes. Alex put two upon the closed eyes of Murphy, and Tom upon the two of Kayne. Then, Matt moved to the top of the three of them, kneeling above their heads. He looked at Tom, and Alex. The three of them had heard this prayer by the papers, and from local people who swear they survived the Saints in Boston, Mass.
The three of them spoke in Unison. "And Shepards we shall be. For thee my lord for Thee. Power hath descened forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we'll flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patris, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti." Tears fell from Matt's eyes as his heros, and his new friends, had been gunned down. Tom and Alex looked at each other. Matt was the first to stand after kissed over his hand on the three's lips, goodbye. He looked at the two of his friends.
"We will take our vengence. We will continue what they started." Alex and Tom nodded.
"We have to go see Agent Smecker first." Tom said.
"And we better let him know he has two choices. Let us do their dream, or he can be pushed down from our path." Alex commented. Matt nodded, and the three made their way to the hospital.
At the Hospital, Agent Smecker had been told he had three visitors. He expected the Mcmannus family to come see him now, but this was late. They never stayed out late. Paul Smecker hadn't expected what was before him though. His eyes widened in fear as he realized three were not in fact, the MacMannus family. He looked at them. He realized his gun wasn't at his side. "What the fuck do you three want?" He asked in angered suprise.
"We're here to tell you two things. First...they're dead Agent Smecker. They were gunned down by some kind of mob hit. And the second thing, We're here to tell you that we're taking over for them." Matt said, his voice was soft, yet very angered.
"You have two choices. The first, would be to help us as you helped them." Alex said, his voice was dangerous.
"The second would be for you to get in our way, and become those we count as enemies." Tom said, glaring at the FBI Agent.
Agent Smecker thought a moment, and realized, he might as well help them. He'd get the vengence he sought by helping these boys. "Alright, you guys have my support. I'll tell you now, my boys caught some pud-pullin' barrel assed panzie who has connections with the Yakavetta family from Boston. Found out a couple days ago that they had someone new take over for them, and I guess this is the guy who is going to claim he killed him. The trial will be two weeks away, things are different here in New York." He said weakly, still reeling from the death of three fallen friends.
"Then that gives us three weeks to prepare." Tom said looking at his two best friends. Matt and Alex nodded, the three of them left without a good bye. On the way out, Matt looked at Tom. "We're gonna need your Marine connections. Get us weapons and cash." Tom grinned, he was definitely going to love this, just as much as Alex was ginning.
A/N: Me and my friends were talking about what would happen if we were in the world of the Boondock Saints, and what would happen if we decided to become something like the saints. Well, this is it. And I'm sorry I killed the three off in this, please don't hurt me! I swear, if the story doesn't come out good, then you can have me head! Please Review.