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Murphy was tired. Dead tired. Job after job they did yet there seemed no end to evil people. He sat down on the bed and kicked of his shoes and watched as they sailed into the corner right on top of his brother's jacket. Over in the other bed Conner had already fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. With a sigh the Irishman fell backwards onto the bed.
'Why do we do this still?' he thought, 'our jobs are never bloody ending. No matter how much evil we kill… There's still more.' His head lolled onto its side and he found himself facing the still snoring brother.
"Mmmm… Ma, Murphy's chasing after the chickens…" Connor usually talked in his sleep. Murphy just figured it was a side-effect from stupidity. All the same Murphy still threw the pillow at his brother waking him up instantly. "Wha, who, eh?"
"You were talkin' in yer sleep jackass."
"I can talk in my fuckin' sleep if I want to shitface."
"You can talk in your bloody sleep outside the damn room you pansy fucker."
"Well I think I'd rather talk in my sleep inside the damn room rat licking whore monger." Before long the two brothers were in a tussle on the floor knocking lamps and chairs over by the dozen.
Much to soon afterward Murphy and Connor lay on the floor breathing heavily and bleeding in a few places. "Hey Connor," the elder brother gasped.
"What Murphy?" the other elder brother asked.
"Why do we still do this?" the real elder brother questioned.
"Because… Its right," the more real than the other real elder brother replied.
"Yeah, but is it worth it?" the unquestioningly more elder brother said.
"Why wouldn't it be?" (you get the idea…)
"Well, we lost our pop, we never see our ma, neither of us are probably ever goin' ta marry, especially you, and no matter how much we do this will never end." The brothers were silent for a time and then Murphy continued, "I'm not sure if what we do will ever really affect anything."
Yet again a silence in sued and doubt seeped into the brother's hearts. Then a scream echoed from the alley below their window and quickly and smoothly the brothers drew out guns and peered out the window.
Below a young woman was surrounded by thugs and was quite obviously about to be raped. Murphy pointed his gun at the evil below and began, "And shepherds we shall be,"
"For thee my lord for thee," Connor took up and pointed his gun at the nearby malevolence as well.
"Power hath descended forth from thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out thy command." The twins continued on in union and without breaking stride jumped from the window together and landed on top of the heads of two of the would-be rapists. "And we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be…" Six shots, quicker than the eye could follow were all that was needed. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."
The next day when law enforcement arrived they found five bodies. Two had been downed from broken necks and the other three had died from bullet wounds to the head. Two bullets for each man both had found their target and had embedded themselves almost exactly next to each other. All of the cadavers had coins resting over their eyes.
No witnesses came forward, after all… It was an Irish neighborhood.