I hope you guys like this. Yes I know some of you may not want to read this because it says mpreg in the summary but it is the tiniest mention of it. Those of you who still don't want to read it: You can Kiss me Irish Ass(actually the name of song by the Keltic Cowboys!)! and What the fuck are you still doin' here?
This an elegy poem, though will not let me keep it in it's original format. It makes no difference anyway.
No this is not slash. Though I will read it, sometimes, I REFUSE to write ConnorxMurphy. I can honestly say that the larger fic that inspired this, which is still in the works, came to me as I was fallin' asleep after watchin' #2 for the first time. I was shocked my thoughts went that way and almost didn't post anything about it. But after encouragement, I did.
Warnings: Mentions of mpreg, suicide and racism. If you don't like it, you can join the line of people waitin' to kiss my ass!
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters, they belong to Troy Duffy. I am borrowing them and returning them in ruffly the same condition I got them. Don't sue, is too poor to flee country again! I do own Noah Murphy and Kelly Rose and I'm sorry if my characters have the same names as anyone else's. I just picked the best Irish names I could think of.
Well I'll quit my ramblin' and enjoy Looking for Angels!
As he walked away he thought
of the place he was leaving.
For so long it had been his home,
though it now held only bitterness
and guilt. And both were by his
own hand. The bitterness, akin to
a bad stench, never left only flowed
and receded, like the tide. He had
no one to blame save himself.
That night will always
stand bright in his tired mind.
Guilt always haunting him,
for he stared into eyes
so blue they equaled his own
and did nothing. Did nothing
as their owner died,
leaving two precious reminders
in the departed soul's fresh wake.
He screamed for hours,
never once waking the babes
wrapped in old remnants
of their mother. Soon after
he decided to move. With the help
of old friends, he took the twins
and settled in a small town
700 miles from his past life.
He couldn't sleep
once they settled in.
For if he did he would be haunted
by his brother's ghostly figure
condemning Connor for his inaction.
It was as though Murphy's spirit
denied him sleep, as penance for his
unnecessary and early demise.
That fact has not changed
in 7 years. And it's only
gotten worse. Kelly and Noah
kept asking about their mom.
It was for school, though mostly
for curiosity, They'd never heard
anything to do about their mom
nor seen any pictures in their
modest home. So in their shared
solitude, far from home, he told them.
He told them, not complete, stories
of their mother and him, of life in
Boston and in Ireland. He told of
their grandpa, a hint of longing
hiding in his voice, whom they would
never meet. Although they were only
8, Noah Murphy and Kelly Rose
could see the haunted look of
deep blue eyes, eyes all three
MacManus shared.
It was those eyes that would
kill him in the end.
As his Da had said
in the long past, "Peace is the
enemy of Memory." Well now
that it has been peaceful for
8 more years, the painful memories
seldom left him. Noah could now be
Murphy's clone sending pain coursing
through Connor's soul each time
he spoke. Though it was Kelly
that pained him much more.
She had the same attitude and soul
as Murph, the only thing
Noah did not possess.
It tore h im apart, seeing them
bicker exactly like him and
Murph used to do so long ago.
Though it only took the tiniest
of incidents to nail his coffin
wholly together. Noah and Kelly
came home from school, saying a
racist pig had tried to attack them
with a gang of his friends. They fought
hard and won, watching each others backs
like Connor had taught them, only
for this guy to come back later,
a life-destroyer pointed confidently
at Kelly. They try to restrain
Noah, only for him to break free and
knock Racy's pals clean out. He got Kelly
away from Racy and, together, they ran
being only 2 miles from home. Connor
asked why this kid, who had never bugged
them before, decided to this day.
They replied with pride because their
mother and uncle were Saints.
Those were the loudest words
that had ever rang in Connor's ears.
They cemented that no matter where
he went, even if he was 700 miles
from Boston, his old life would find
him again. He had been foolish to
think it wouldn't.
It was then he knew how to
keep Kelly and Noah safe once and
for all.
He set it all up,
his final plan being his most brilliant
and well executed, going off without
a single hitch. After the bullet's
job was done, Smecker would,
as per his instructions, find the twins
enjoying a picnic in the maze of trees.
He was then to take them and their
pre-packed bags to an airport,
give them their tickets and things
and put them on an airplane to
his home of rolling hills,
which gave the phrase "God's
green earth" it's life. Smecker was to
tell them nothing.
Only once they had landed
would they learn of Connor's deed.
They may think him selfish,
uprooting them from stable lives and
friends. Only a select few,
not the twins, would truly know
why Connor did it. To protect them
and to see his own precious
twin again after 16 painful and
arduous years.
Now you, my reader, tell me.
Is that so selfish? Wanting your family
after such a long time?
I should think not.
I hope you all enjoyed! I'll be posting other BdS fanfics soon and will update all others. REVIEW! Reviews r meh noms! Feed teh starvin' kitteh! Reviews inspire me! Also please vote in my poll! I've really been slow to update cus I don't know what you people want to see the most! Even if it's just one person voting, I WANT VOTES! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASE! Well I'm out, gotta let the pup outside to drain the main vain and so he doesn't eat anything in the house! Oh and the title is the name of a song by Skillet. This is not a songfic, I just was listening to that song when I started this assignment in school. You can judge for yourself if it fits in anyway.
WADR,(not in a mean way)
Pyro Psychotic