Well, this bug just bit me in the ass, so here's the start of something.
Title: For Love Of Heaven
Rating: PG, so far
Warning: Uh, none -yet-, but if I keep going there'll be... gore, smut, possibly twincest, who knows?
Disclaimer: The twins do not belong to me. They're Troy's.
...lucky bastard.
Summary: After the death of their father, the Saints head to a new city to start cleanup there. But some things aren't as simple as shooting up mafia thugs. Will the twins stay sane when faced with supernatural enemies? LET'S FIND OUT!
Prologue
It was a cold day, even for Boston; the air held a sharp bite and the two young men standing in the cemetery both shivered. Perhaps the chill affected them - perhaps it was the grave they stood over. The stone, flawlessly new, was polished to a high shine, and read:
Aidan MacManus
July 17th, 1936 to Oct. 20th, 1999
Father, Redeemer, and Saint
Connor took a last drag off his cigarette and flicked it off into the distance. The earth was freshly turned; the ceremony less than a week ago. And here they were, for the fifth time since, staring down at their Da's grave, wondering what had happened.
Not even six months after their famous debut on national television, they'd gone underground. For every scumbag they got rid of, three more crowded in, intent on claiming the freshly-vacated territory. It had been a ruthless group of yakuza that had finally done the Duke in; the twins had barely escaped with their lives, though none of the enemy had remained alive either.
And now both of them knew - though neither would yet say it - that they were leaving Boston.
With a sigh, Murphy dropped the remnants of his own cigarette and, turning as one, the brothers walked out of St. Augustine's Cemetery. The next morning found them on a westbound train, leaning against one another in the ruddy dawn light, silence hanging over their heads and their bags limp at their feet.
Someone had once told them they belonged in every major city.
It was time to find a new one.
- sin sin - end prologue -