FAIR WARNING! I don't write stuff like this often. In case you haven't noticed, aside from one Dexter's Laboratory fic and a Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover, I work solely with written mediums! Don't kill me for my horrific inability to properly write an Irish accent. I love you!
This is before and during BDS1. I might do what angelfishlex did and post another story for BDS2. And I am planning one-shots for between them. Maybe.
Bianca Lewis, Cameron O'Connell and Nadia Quinn. Best friends since they were in diapers, next door neighbors, and now rooming together in an illegal loft apartment in South Boston. None of the trio minded the violence that almost always went unreported, but they did mind that their home could be easily invaded.
Each one had purchased a knife, preferring to have their assailants at close range if they ever tried something. Nadia had gouged out a man's eye when he had attempted to rape her. The paperwork that had followed was a nightmare, but it was far better than actually being raped.
It was because of this that the trio, so rudely awakened at three o'clock in the morning, drew knives on two gun-wielding assailants.
"Stupid girl," one of them said, yanking Cameron from her bed by her cropped red hair. "Three knives versus two guns. Who do you think is going to win?"
Bianca, in the safest position on the top bunk of the set she shared with Nadia, screamed, "You fucker! Let go of her!" She made sure she was loud enough to be heard in the other apartments in the building as she pressed herself against the wall.
"You fucker! Let go of her!"
Connor shot up in his bed, blue eyes wide as he recognized the voice of the Lewis girl, Bianca, in the apartment across the hall. She'd never screamed like that. Not even when Nadia had been attacked in the apartment.
"Fuck. Murph! Get up!" he shouted, flinging a shoe at his snoring brother.
"Tha fuck, man?"
"Get yer fuckin' ass up, that's what!"
Connor flung his bathrobe on and ran across the hall. His eyes widened further at the sight before him.
Two men – probably related to the man Nadia had killed in self-defense a few months back – held Cameron and Nadia at gunpoint. Bianca had pressed herself to the wall.
"Now, pretty little girl," the one holding Cameron said, "come down here and be good, or we'll kill your friends and make you watch."
"Not on my watch, ya fucker!" Murphy muttered. He'd made it his business to know what happened to these girls and how they handled it. But now they were faced by two burly men with black guns.
The two Irishmen glanced at one another, nodded slightly, and rushed the one holding Nadia captive. Murphy grabbed the girl away, crashing into the bed, while Connor tackled the burly man, tangling his hand in the other man's hair and bashing his head against the floor, until he saw a splatter of blood on the cement.
A gunshot split the air.
Bianca and Nadia screamed.
Connor looked up.
The other man had shot Cameron through the throat. Blood had splattered over everything in the room, including Connor, Murphy, and both of Cameron's friends.
"That was a mistake, you Irish fucks," he said, moving to press the barrel of the gun to Connor's temple.
Bianca unexpectedly leapt from the top bunk bed onto the man, giving a ferocious battle cry, her knife flashing in her right hand. She startled him, and so flattened him to the floor. She straddled his waist, ankles pinning his wrists down as she held the knife to his throat.
"You fucking asshole," she hissed. "I've known her my whole fucking life. And you killed her. Your turn to die."
The steel blade rose in Bianca's slim hand, gleaming in the soft pre-dawn light that filtered through the lacey curtains, once pure white, now stained red with Cameron's blood, and swiftly slashed across the man's neck. She had no compunctions doing this, it seemed. A life for a life, it seemed, to pay the debt that was owed her for Cameron's death.
It was only when he stopped breathing that she broke, climbing away from the bloody corpse of the man she had killed toward the body of her friend. Nadia pulled away from Murphy to join her. Both were sniffling, but only Nadia dared wipe her nose or eyes – Bianca's hands were red from the man's blood.
They bowed their heads and began to speak, very quietly, as though in prayer.
"Las estrellas en el Cielo arriba, nuestra hermana caída le une este día. Vivió con dignidad y alegría, pero se cayó a las armas de injusticia. Aunque el corazón ya no bate, su vida continuará, en los corazones y mentes de las hermanas que se quedan. Su voz será nuestra guía en los tiempos oscuros adelante. Adiós, hermana caída."
Nadia put a hand on Bianca's shoulder. "She'd be proud of you," she said. "You did what she taught you to do."
Bianca just nodded.
Connor looked at Murphy. This was the first time they'd really dealt with anything like this at all, and it was an unusual thing.
Bianca sounded like a child as she spoke in a broken whisper, "What should we do with the bodies?"
"Normally, I'd say call the police," Nadia said, "but this…this isn't like before." Her hazel eyes were focused on the body of their childhood friend.
"Who helped ya with the las' one?" Murphy asked.
"We have his number, but I don't know if he can help us. This is different."
"Call and see."
Connor watched as his brother tossed the phone – the girls had installed it themselves when they moved in – to Nadia, who caught it with surprising ease. She dialed the number and waited, while Murphy and Connor huddled close to hear the conversation best they could.
"Boston PD, Detective Greenly speaking," came the voice that answered.
"Greenly, I have a problem."
"Nadia? What's wrong? What happened?"
"These two guys – I'm sure they're related to that Derek fuck that tried to rape me – busted in our door this morning. They had guns."
"Are you girls all right?"
"They killed Cameron. We killed them."
A moment of silence passed, in which Nadia and Bianca sobbed softly.
"I'm on my way. I have to bring a couple uniforms along, and the other two detectives who generally work homicides, but I'll be there in a jiffy. You girls need any help? How's Bianca doin'?"
"We'll be all right. The neighbors helped us. Bianca's coming to terms with what she did."
"What did she do?"
"She slit the throat of the one who killed Cameron."
Connor slowly stepped away from Nadia, kneeling beside Bianca and putting his hand on her shoulder, quite gently.
"She's safe now," Bianca muttered, sniffing slightly. "No more worrying or looking over her shoulder."
"Ya got that right," Connor told her. "Ya did good. She would be proud of her best friends…the avengin' angels from rural Pennsylvania."
The two laughed. "We came here to get away from the boring life in Pennsylvania. We didn't think life would be this exciting in Boston, though."
Connor wrapped his arm around the petite twenty-six-year-old girl's waist. It felt natural to him, to offer her comfort. He said nothing more, just let her cry. But now, she had his robe to cry on.
An hour later, Nadia and Bianca sat on the bottom bunk, wrapped in blankets, as a uniformed officer asked interrogated them on the morning's event. One of the detectives did the same with Connor and Murphy.
And all the while, two other uniformed officers, with the help of a morgue official, put the three bodies into the unfriendly and black body bags they'd been supplied.
"I'm sorry for your loss."
Those words were repeated several times to the two young women over the course of the next few hours as their curtains were taken down and their blood-spattered blankets taken away. They had now lost everything, including their third member. They were an incomplete unit.
They intended to do something about the way things were.
This is the pre-BDS chapter. Next one starts with St. Paddy's Day. See the cover (when I post it) for what Nadia (left) and Bianca (right) look like. Pictures are not exact, but it's just to give an idea!
Excuse the accent problem, please and thank you. Cheese and crackers.
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P.S., I know the chapter title's kinda funny, but what the heck?