WARNING: ALOT OF CURSING

~~~ Kat

It all started off as a pretty good day in Boston, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Then the next thing you know my sister and I were sitting in the emergency room with bloodied knuckles, bruised ribs. The nurses, armed with alcohol wipes and bandages, started cleaning our cuts and scrapes much to our protest.

"Ow damn that fuckin hurt!"

I looked over at Rose and said,

"Hey watch your fucking mouth Rose."

"Hey that wasn't me, I didn't say shit."

I rolled my eyes.

"Then who was it?"

"I don't know-"

"FUCK!"

We both leaned over to see around the nurses, much to their objections, to see two men sitting there in nothing but robes, boxers, and a pair of socks.

"Well it looks like we weren't the only ones that had a rough night."

Rose jumped off the bench and shrugged on her jacket. In doing so she waved all the nurses away from us.

"Ready to go home?"

She took a few steps away from me towards the exit.

"Always."

~~~~~ Rose

I glanced over at Kat before leading the way out of the damned hospital. Once outside I looked around and grimaced. "The hideous light of the day star." I groan putting my sunglasses on. Kat laughed at me before nodding in the direction of our apartment. It took us twenty minutes longer than usual to make it home given the breaks we took because of our ribs. "Remind me why I don't listen to you and have to fight everyone?"

"Because you're a hard headed Hufflepuff." She says opening the front door to our apartment. I nod in agreement before following her inside and leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Do you want breakfast? Or something?" I ask glancing between her and the fridge. Kat shrugs before sitting carefully on the couch. "Sandwiches of the breakfast variety?"

"Sure. Movie watching?" She asks grabbing the remotes from the living room table. I nod and start making food while trying not to crack my bruised ribs.

~~~~~~~ Kat

I sat there worrying over my pulled shoulder all the while flipping through the channels till I get to the news.

"Today in the news, two men found dead another injured in a back alley in downtown Boston, the men were known to be apart of the Russian mafia, more at 6."

"Damn what is this world coming too?" I muttered. Rose walked over dropping a plate with my BLTA on it, and I dug in. She picked up the remote and turned it onto some random channel. When there was a knock on the door. With a sigh I got up and started walking to the door.

"Who the fuck is it?!"

"Miss it's the police, we have a few questions for you."

I looked over at Rose with an alarmed look.

"What the fuck did you do this time?"

"I didn't do shit bitch!"

During our small argument, the police started banging on our door.

"Hey give me a minute you piece of shit."

I walked over and opened the door as far as the deadbolt would allow.

"What do you want coppers?"

I gave him a hard glare, and I could see him swallow and tug on his collar.

"Uh miss may I come in?"

"Why?"

"So we may talk about what happened this morning."

"What happened this morning?"

"Surely you saw the news?"

"What's on the news?"

"The two murders."

"There are always murders."

"The one in the alley."

"People are always getting murdered in alleys."

"The alley outside the building."

"There are many alley's outside the building."

"Miss-"

Rose caught me driving the cop mad, so she spoke curtly.

"The Russians."

"Ohh! Those Murders"

The cop looked like his head was going to explode.

"Yes those murders."

"Yep don't know nothin about them."

I then continued to slam the door in the cop's face.

Rose and I burst out laughing, practically falling on the floor as we braced ourselves against the door. After a while we managed to control ourselves and got up.

"Well I am gonna go take a shower and get this damn medical slime they used off."

I started walking to our shared bathroom to hear.

"It's gonna hurt like a bitch to get it off!"

"I know. But that's how I live my life, one the edge!"

With a short laugh I closed the bathroom door behind me.

I walked over to the shower and heard something dripping.

"What the hell?"

I started checking the shower, nope no water coming out, I checked the sink and its pipework, nope not that either, I checked the toilet, not that either.

"It has to be coming from somewhere."

Continuing to check the rest of the room i found the leak coming from the ceiling.

"What the fuck?" i walked out of the bathroom to Rose who was playing on our computer.

"I thought you were gonna take a shower?"

"I was but the roof in the bathroom is leaking."

"What?"

"Yeah it's leaking I think it's coming from our upstairs neighbors."

"We should go check and see if everything's ok."

I pulled on my boots and started walking up the stairs, I walked up to the door and knocked. Nothing. I knocked again. Nothing.

"Hello?"

Nothing. Uh weird, normally they are home now, we'd be able to hear them from downstairs. And because of how loud they are we'd be screaming up at them, they would be screaming down at us as well.

"I guess no one's home.."

I started walking down stairs and back to our apartment. For a night full off drinking and movies!

The next morning we found ourselves sicker than a sailor on land, buried under a mountain of blankets the only way you could tell there was a human in the pile was the steady sound of groaning as if in pain. Followed by a shift in the mountain.

Rose busted through my bedroom door saying something or other about our leaky bathroom.

"What… what THE FUCK are you talking about Rose, it's too early for this shit."

"Get up it's 2 in the afternoon, and I'm done with their shit!"

"Who's shit? My shit? Bitch you've been done with my shit we both know this."

"No not you damn it, our upstairs neighbors, and their damn leaky bathroom!"

"Fine at least let me get some clothes on bitch."

We ran up the stairs and to the door.

"Do you even think that they are there, last night they weren't, we would hear them if they were."

Rose started banging on the door.

"We know you're both in there you Irish fucks open the damn door, your damn bathroom is leaking down into ours!"

"Rose don't be so damn rude, they may not even know-"

"I don't give a flying fuck."

We could hear scrambling behind the door along with hushed talking along with two distinct clicks. We looked at each other and started backing away. The door flew open so fast it hit the wall next to it and I swear it made a dent. Two men both in black jeans and white tee-shirts, were holding guns at Rose and I, not saying anything we all froze.

"Who the fuck are you." One of them appeared to be younger, he had less stress lines on his face and a slightly shaggier hair cut. He also seemed to be a bit shorter than the other.

We could see they both had matching tattoo's on their hands, that mirrored each other and on their collar bones. Other than the tattoos they didn't really look that much alike other than their eye's.

The other stood slightly taller, his back rigid, hands holding tightly onto his gun, which was pointed at my chest. His hair sat in a short spiked style. His shoulders were wider and he was slightly more built, than his counterpart.

"You better hope I'm dead when you shoot me, or I'll get back up and shove that gun so far up your ass you'll be spitting up bullets for a week."

They slowly lowered their guns, and relaxed their stance. Rose and I also relaxed a bit but not enough to not be watching them with suspicious looks.

"So why did you come banging on our door early in the morning?"

Rose scoffed while rolling her eyes.

"It's not morning it's 2 in the afternoon, well more like 2:30 now."

The younger one hung his head, spun in a circle, and hit his head against the door frame.

"Damn it we'll never make it for work, fuck!"

Their stances changed completely to one off hopelessness and despair.

"Look we only came up here because your bathroom is flooding ours."

The taller one looked up from his wallowing in despair induced expression."

"Oh shit really?"

"Yes really can you turn off the water please, maybe then we can prevent at last some damage."

They both looked at each other and shrugged, the shorter one was the one who spoke first.

"Uh, we can't"

" Can't or won't?"

"Can't. We don't know how to turn the water off."

We looked at each other and let out a long sigh. Rose looked like she was about to kill someone, after letting out a long frustrated sigh she acted.

"Do you have a wrench?"

"What?..."

"Do you have A FUCKING WRENCH!"

They both flinched and took a step back.

"Yea we have one…"

"Then go and get it, then show me your bathroom, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"

The boys scrambled to get out of the way, one jumped over their small couch while to other ran to their exposed bathroom. Which was just a toilet, or what was left of a toilet and a shower, no walls, with a shower curtain hung from the ceiling. Rose walked over to the missing toilet and grabbed the offered wrench. I on the other hand sat on the arm of their sofa. They both sat down, taking up all of the room on the couch, the seemingly older one threw his arm around my hip to hang his hand off the couch, I sent a slight glare his way. He looked up sheepishly at me, though I don't think he was sorry at all.

"Shouldn't we help her."

I looked over at the younger one, who was watching Rose's ass as she was working, I reached over and smacked him upside the head.

"Did you not hear how mad she sounded? Do you want to die?"