Based off the 1st and 2nd Boondock Saints
Title: Of Sinners and Saints
Synopsis: It has been 5 years since the premiere of the Boondock Saints (although Il Duce exists, this takes place instead of movie 2). After which, Connor goes off to spend his fortune with his new bride (backstory can be available upon request for those Connor fans). Murphy is left alone on the streets of Boston. His money depressingly going towards liquor and fast women, his life feeling meaningless: and then he meets Lydia Raven, and things began to look up…or maybe he's bitten off more than he can chew alone.
Chapter 1: Meaningless
Everything. Was meaningless. The liquor wasn't even having the same effect on his brain as it usually did. Perhaps he was drinking too much or too often, but as he stared at his never ending cup of whiskey, he felt entirely too sober. "One of those nights?" a voice broke through the dark music of the techno club. Mcgintys was somewhere he felt made him the most sober. Without Con…the whole damn city was boring. He didn't even glance up. It's a girl. After a couple drinks he'd take her back to his flat. Call her a cab when he was through, and potentially never see her again. "Seems so." He answered and finished his glass with a swig. A quiet laugh danced around his ears. "What're you drinking?" she asked. "Whiske'" his voice slurred "Wan one?" he turned to her then and nearly swallowed his tongue as he came face to face down the barrel of a gun. "Thanks but, I don't drink when I work." She lowered the gun and pressed it into his peacoat. His eyes were narrowed as he thought about ways to get out of this crowd without being shot. "After you," she jerked her head up and he stood. *When I get this bitch outside, she's mine.* was the only thing going through his head. His father, hell even Connor wouldn't approve but this bitch was gonna at least get a couple bruises and broken bones for this shit. There was the exit, so close. Gunshots suddenly rang in the air. Murphy tensed and whirled knocking the gun from the girl's hands. She swung. Connected to the right side of his face; screams, people, more gunshots. *Best time for the liquor to hit my system.* Murph thought as he scrambled against the tide of people escaping the club. Outside, the air was crisp and cool against his flushed skin. He shoved his hands in his pockets and quickstepped in the location of his temporary apartment. His jaw felt numb, surprisingly. He's earned a couple slaps from women before; the most memorable were from his ma. But this pixie, this midget of a woman struck him and he actually felt like she may have broken it if she had more focus.
Lydia Raven watched him from across the street. Her gun was empty, hands still shaking as the snipers from the club followed her target. *Fuck, fuck, fuck* she thought as she lowered her head, and tightened her leather jacket closer to her. She thought about his eyes, Murphy…his eyes. He looked through her like he has been through a cycle that he was tired of. She grits her teeth hard, if they hadn't been ambushed at the club, they would have been at a motel by now looking for a way to Florida. She sniffed as snow began to fall, rubbing her eyes. She'd been up for 2 days straight, and she wasn't one step closer to her goal. Suddenly there was a voice, thick with Irish accent near her ear. "Aye, lass you have reason to be followin' me?" she swallowed hard. Lost in her own thoughts she walked right past Murphy. Startled at first, and then irritated about her lack of focus she practically growled at him, "I'm following the people following you." There was a click and the cold feeling of a barrel behind her ear. She felt the absent weight of her gun and knew that he had it. "What people." He snarled. She smirked. He knew the gun wasn't loaded but he could also pistol whip her if he felt the urge. Freeze. Lydia suddenly pushed back into him, pushing them into the wall. His arm came up and he squeezed her around the throat harshly. "I won' hit ya, but I don like bein shoved." He hissed in her ear. She made a noise in her throat and stomped his foot. "Bigger problems!" her boot heel just so happened to crush his big toe and in response he shoved her forward and yowled, "Bi-!" FLIT. FLIT. Before he completed the word, two silenced gunshots went between and above them. Before Murphy had a chance to understand the situation around him, Lydia appeared behind the two assailants and stabbed them several times in the throat between blinks with a weapon he didn't see. Blood splattered around her in the snow. He stared at her as she froze, seemingly stunned at her own actions. Then shook her head and dropped to her knees, going through one of their pockets. "Who are ye?" he asked slowly. No answer. Murphy has an issue with being impatient. In two strides, he was behind her, yanking her off the dead body. "Stealin' from the dead isn' justice." The glare she shot him would have split him in two as she pulled away from him. "We don't have much time." Without further words, she shoved whatever she took in her pockets and walked in Murphy's original direction towards his flat. Murphy's eyes narrowed. *How the fuck does she know where I live?* were his thoughts. Then he looked back at the dead bodies. Kneeling beside the one she didn't raid, he began searching the pockets. Id, money, basics….wait? Murphy picked out a folded piece of paper and opened it slowly. His heart stopped for a split second. It was Conner. Him and Conner, but he hadn't seen or spoken to Conner in almost 4 years… his gaze was fixed on his brother's smile. When he looked up, the girl was gone. These men were coming to kill them both… looked like anyway…but he was here. Did they already get Con? Answers. He needed answers and by the way his blood began to boil, he needed them quick.