Here is the first chapter of All We'll Ever Be...
They've never been like anyone else. From the moment they were born, of the same womb, on the same day, they just had their own way, the boys did. And I always knew that one day they would do something of true greatness. I just never expected they would bring about such as... such a reckoning...
The chapel was silent except for Father Macklepenny speaking. Connor and Murphy were on either side of a young brunette. Both praying while she sat quietly, listening to the morning sermon. It was just ten, on this Boston morning. Everyone stood and sang, while the boys continued to pray, rubbing their rosaries between their fingers. The Monsignor excused Macklepenny from the podem, "Thank you Father Macklepenny, for coming all the way across town to be our guest speaker today. I hope you found our little parish to your liking." Rosie crossed her legs, carefull not to bump either boys. Suddenly they stood, grabbing attention from people around them. They carefully gliding past the other people sitting in the pews, and made their way towards the alter, eyes down, determined. Rosie lifts her head, to see what they are doing, all the while, pulling on her long p-coat and grabbing her purse. The Monsignor began his sermon, as the two brothers kneeled and kissed the feet of christ. After a moment they rose and turned back towards the crowd of people, walking towards the front door. Murphy signaled Rosie to follow, which she did, apologizing to the people who moved to let her through. When she reached them, they stood at the front door, waiting her. The Monsignor continued talking, "And I am reminded of this holy day of the the sad story of Kitty Geneviese. This poor soul cried out time and time again for help but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, not one so much as called. her assailant wiped the bloddy knife off on her lifeless little body. They watched as he simply walked away. Nobody wanted to get involved. Nobody wanted to take a stand... We must fear evil men and deal with them accordingly, but what we must truly guard against, what we mush fear most," Rosie looked to the MacManus brothers, "Is the indifference of the good men." With that, the three exited the chapel. Outside the boys pulled on their dark sunglasses and Rosie dug through her purse, pulling out her keys and a cigarette. All in unison, they lit the cigarette and looked at eachother. "I do believe the Monsignor finally got a point." Connor's thick irish accent cut through the quiet air. Rosie nodded, taking a drag of her cigarette. "Aye." Murphy replied with a nod of his head. And they walked to Rosie's car.
Rosie dropped the boys of at Noland's Meat Packing Plant where they worked, "See you at seven." She leaned over the seat and smiled up at the twins. They both smiled back before stepping away from the car. The bothers watched her disappear down the road, before Murphy knocked his brother in the arm and they headed inside. Inside the building, Murphy pulled on his blood soaked smock and apron, and hid around the corner of the entrace, a piece of meat in his hands. Connor stepped into the room, and noticed the workers had all stopped and were looking at him, "What?" Murphy swung the slab of meat out, hitting Connor square in the face. Connor's face is covered in blood as he stood stunned. He then leaped on Murphy, grabbing meat that is laying nearby and hitting him with it. The workers laughed and cheered around them. Across town, Rosie slid into her desk, her phone ringing. "Hello, Dr. Lawson's office, how may I help you?" There was a pause before she replied, "I'm sorry, he cannot make plans on such a sort notice." The woman, April, who sat at another desk looked up, sending her a smile. "Ma'am," Rosie says to the woman on the phone, "I'm not allowed to do that. You'll have to set up an appointment. I'm so very sorry." Another long pause. Rosie leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes. Suddenly she sat forward, "Listen here, bitch. The last thing I want to do is be stuck behind my desk at eleven o'clock on St. Patrick's Day. Now you can call in later and schedule or you can just forget about the whole thing. What's you're choice?" April laughed, taking a bite of something. "Have a good fucking day ma'am." Rosie said before hanging up the phone. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, before laughing with her friend. "Damn, already eleven and you're out of control." April walked over to Rosie and leaned on her desk. "Well, I just want to go home and have a couple of drinks." "You want to get drunk with Murphy and Connor and see which bed you end up in, aren't I correct, Rosie?" The woman retorted. "No, I mean what I said. A couple drinks and that's it, April." April shook her head at Rosie but returned to her desk at the sound of the boss's door opening. Rosie pulled on her headphones and tried to act productive.
Six thirty rolled around as slow as it possibly could. Rosie clocked out and waved goodbye to April before running out the door and to her car. Forty-five mintues later, she arrived at the Meat Packaging building. The twins waited there for her, both smoking a cigarette. "What took you so long, Rosie?" Murphy asked, sliding into the backseat. Rosie glared at him in the backseat, "My day was wonderful, Murph. How was yours?" Murphy chuckled, "Lot better than Connor's, I'd say." The brunette turned her attention to the man sitting next to her, "What happened?" He shook his head, "Tried to make friends with a lesbian and got kicked in the balls." Rosie let out a laugh, "Oh, poor Conny. Got beat up by a woman." She started the car, smiling at him. Connor smiled back at her, before looking at his brother. "In his defense, she was about ten times his size." Murphy replied, lightly hitting her arm."Just take us home, Rosie." Connor groaned, his hand resting on his crotch. In the loft, the three entered and split off. Rosie to the couch were she collasped, and the boys to their beds where the began to strip. Rosie stood after a while and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to her ankles. Turning to the suitcase beside the couch, she bent over and dug through it. Both boys stared at her ass, until she moved to stand up. She pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a random shirt on her way to the fridge. "Connor, how're your balls?" She asked. He shrugged, walking to the couch, naked, "Bring me some ice, aye." Rosie let out a laugh and grabbed a bag of ice. She tossed it to Connor before turning to Murphy, "What are we gunna do tonight boys?" Before he can answer the phone rings. Connor was the first one to it, "Hello?" Rosie and Murphy looked to him. "Mother, is that you?" He replied. Murphy slapped Rosie's ass playgully as he walked past her to the bathroom. She smirked and moved over to the couch. "Ma, what's wrong?" Connor asked somewhat worried. The water in the bathroom turned on, then shut off. "No fuckin' hot water man. That-" Connor shut up his brother, "Shut it. It's Ma." Murphy and Rosie saw the concern in Connor's eyes and both moved closer. Faintly, Rosie could hear Annabelle, "It's all your fault. Both you little bastards. I was a fool to believe you would bring me any peace. The day your Da left us when you were almost too young to remember, he said the two of you would do me right and make me proud, but he was wrong and I go nothin' ta live for." She sat back and looked to Murphy who looked at his brother confused. "Mother, what are you saying'? You're talkin' crazy here." Connor said almost whining. Murphy drew even closer, while Rosie stayed where she was. "What's the matter with her?" Murphy whispered to Connor but looked to Rosie for some kind of answer.
"What the hell are you doin' with Da's gun?" Connor looked at both Rosie and Murphy. "What the hell?" Rosie leaned foward again, to listen in on the conversation. "I go it ta my head now. I go it ta my head now." Annabelle repeated. Terror covered all three faces. "What? What are you doin'?" Connor replied urgently. "I want ta tell ya one last thing before I pull the trigger." Rosie looked at both boys, awaiting the end. "Pull the trigger?" Connor screamed, "Have you lost it woman? Now just calm down here." Murphy's face was just as horror stricken, "Oh my God!" Annabelle sighed, "I." Rosie closed her eyes, listening to Annabelle, "Blame." She grabbed Connor's free hand and squeezed it tightly. He was crying now, "Oh Jesus! No! No! Oh God! No Ma!" Rosie could hear Annabelle yell out the last word, "You." Then suddenly, there was a gun shot. Rosie screamed and covered her face. Connor, instinctively jumped up. The bag of ice, that was sitting on his crotch, dropped to the floor, exploding everywhere. He threw the receiver and covered his ears. The phone dropped to the ground and skipped around in the ice. Both boys dove for it as Rosie sat in shock on the couch. "Ma!" They both yelled once they got ahold of it. Rosie watched as the boys faces turned from angry to relieved. Connor grabbed his balls and rolled over, "Aaww, shit! Evil woman." Murphy laughed, the phone in his hand now, "Lord have mercy. That was a good one, ma." Rosie rested her hand on her chest, trying to breath steadily again. Murphy held the phone up in the air, Annabelle laughing on the other end, "Oh, she's quite proud of herself." Both boys put an ear to the phone. "Alright, we're both here." Connor sighed, his hand still clutched to his balls. Rosie stood and left the room, going for the fridge and grabbing a beer. When she turns around, Connor was hanging up the phone. "Get dressed," Rosie smiles, "We're going out."
Rosie rolled over, scrunching her eyes. She had a massive headache and it smelt like sanitzer. Sitting up, she realized her was in the E.R..Both boys were sitting beside her, bandaged and covered in dried blood. "What the hell happened last night?" She rubbed her forehead, finding a sensitive spot and pulling her hand away fast. Connor stepped to her, taking her hand, "Don't touch it. You'll be fine. Just don't touch it." Around them were other patients. Young kids were getting their stab wounds examined. A nun sat between two others. She was beaten and bloody, and in the far corner sat a woman, almost unrecognizable. Rosie turned her attention back to the two brothers, who stood infront of her. They had on their leather boots, boxer shorts and worn out bathrobes. "What the hell happened?" She asked again. Connor seated himself right next to her, as a pimp walked in. He wasn't injured but looked around angrily. Suddenly, he stoped and stared down the woman in the corner. Rosie and the brothers watched as he stormed over to her. He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her from the seat. She screamed and kicked from the floor, grabbing at his wrists as he hauled her away. Rosie watched the scene in terror. The boys, instantly furious, stood and began to go toward the action, but Connor's legs gave out on him and he fell to the floor. Rosie was immediately by his side, but he kept trying to go after the man, crawling on the floor. Rosie used all the strength she could to keep him from going any further but she felt light headed and couldn't, "Connor, stop." Instead, Murphy arrived, and helped his brother to his feet. He held him close, and all three watched the man walk out the door. Connor still tried to break from his brother's grip. Murphy held on even tighter, "Okay. Just calm down. Take it easy. He'll have his day." Rosie stood and walked to the boys. "He'll have his fuckin' day!" Murphy yelled through the hospital. Rosie jumped slightly, but helped him walk Connor over to the bed.
A few mintues later, the door opened again. All the patients looked up, nervous about who was next. Instead smiles appeared on the three main characters. They stood and welcomed Doc. "Thanks for comin', Doc." Murphy said, leaning slightly on Rosie. "J-Jesus. What the fuck happened? Are ya b-boys all right. M-my Rosie, are you w-well." Rosie nodded, "I'm just fine, Doc." "We're alive." Connor smirked from her left. "An F.B.I. agent came by the bar. He left me his c-c, he left me his c-c, oh he fuckin' left me this." Doc handed Connor a card, with the name Smecker on it. "Fuck!... Ass!" Doc yelled out, twitching some. Rosie looked up to see everyone stare at him in horror, expecially the Nuns. To her and the boys it was ordinary. "What are you going to do?" Doc asked whipping his mouth. Rosie turned from the boys and walked back to the bed. She propped herself up on it, and held her head. Both boys looked back at her worried, before looking at Doc. "We're going to turn ourselves in. It was self defense." Connor replied. Suddenly Rosie remembered. She remembered the Russian men entering the bar. She remembered two of them coming to the boys' house this morning. She remembered them taking her and Murphy to an alleyway, while leaving Connor handcuffed to the toilet. It all came back to her. The guy with the bandage wrapped around his head was struggling with her. She had seen Connor on the roof and just as she raised her leg to kick the man in the balls, he hit her upside the head. "Rosie? Rose, you alright, babe?" Rosie broke from her trance and looked into the eyes of a concerned Murphy. She nodded, giving him a smile, "Just fine." Doc was walking away now, but let out one more, "Fuck! Ass!" before leaving.
"'Kay, Rosie, help me carry him." Murphy had Connor leaning against him, holding him up. Rosie nodded, and moved to the other side, helping Connor wrap his arm around her shoulders. He felt warm against her cool skin so she didn't mind carrying him. "Let's just get as far as we can." She said looking over at Murphy. He nodded, and the two began walking towards the door. An hour later they reached their destination. The Boston Police Station. "Now, don't show them your scared," Rosie said looking to the boys, who smirked at her, "I know you aren't, but just be yourselves. Don't go in guns blazing, dicks out, alright?" Both boys laughed out, "Alright." Inside Greenly's voice could be heard throughout the room, "But if you want to beat your head against a wall, then here's what you look for. These guys are scared like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights will spook them. So the only thing we can do it put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston." Murphy chuckled from the back of the room, "You'd probably have better luck with a beer." The whole squad looked back at the sight. Two bloody twin brothers in worn out bathrobes and a girl in shorts and a tank top. Immediately, Smecker knew who they were.
"Just sit here." Smecker said to Rosie, seating her in a chair. She looked from him to Murphy and Connor, then to the other five men around her. "Bring her a blanket and some coffee. Maybe a couple doughnuts," Smecker yelled at one of the men, then turned to Rosie, "You want a doughnut?" She shook her head, "No, no thanks." He shrugged and stood, "C'mon boys, follow me." Rosie thanked the man that brought her a cup of coffee and a blanket, then watched the brothers disappear into the interrogation room.
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