Author's note: So this is chapter 2, hope you guys like it. Please review and let me know what you think! I have been wondering how to portray the twins' accents, and have decided to do the minimum, not wanting it to come across as annoying...

Again, I don't own anything from the original boondock saints movie! I only own Alison and her family for now, and Pavlov I guess.. even though I don't really like him..

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There was a reason she was lying about her age. Actually she was 27 but she knew no one would notice the difference of three years, especially not when she already had caught this man's interest. 'So do we have business to discuss?' she asked in a business like tone. He laughed, 'We certainly do.' He got of the bar stool and stood in front of her. 'Why don't you come to my room and we will discuss some things.' She knew that if she said the wrong thing now she could blow it all. 'Why can't we discuss it here?' She asked him with a surprised expression. This unknowing question was enough for him to believe I really was just a regular girl who wanted to discuss business. 'The noise of course, I won't be able to hear you clearly enough and we wouldn't want to be hoarse tomorrow for having to shout all the time right?' She was just about to protest that it wasn't even that loud when music started to play through the hall as if it had all been orchestrated by him, which it probably was. He extended his arm for her to take with a smile on his face; she smiled as well and walked with him towards the back stairs they would take up to his room.

Chapter 2: Revenge gone south

They walked up the stairs together in a comfortable silence, at least as comfortable as you can be with Pavlov. He fished the key to his room out of his pocket and entered gesturing for her to follow him. She did and scanned the room immediately, trying to find any exits in case something went wrong. The only option she saw however, besides the door, was the window, and considering they were on the third floor it didn't seem like the brightest idea to use that as an exit strategy.

'Would you like something to drink?' He asked her. She smiled and nodded gratefully, 'Please.' He took a bottle of champagne out and poured two glasses. She turned towards the window but not before seeing him sprinkle something in the glass in his left hand. As he came up next to her and handed the glass in his left hand to her she smiled. She pretended to take a sip but didn't let the liquid touch her lips. To mask her pretence she turned around to face the rest of the room. Pavlov was already grinning self-satisfied, probably convinced that he'd won. She guessed the drug he had put in the drink would take a maximum of a few minutes to take effect, which meant she had to act quickly now.

'In which business are you interested, if I may ask?' she laughed at that.

'Of course you may, we are here to discuss it aren't we.' She pretended to take another sip and smiled at him. 'I think I would like to invest in..' she stumbled a bit as if getting dizzy. He grabbed her arm and she saw a concerned look on his face, she had to admit he was a great actor.

'Are you alright?' She smiled half a smile, to make him believe she just wanted to reassure him with it. 'Yes, I think I just have to get some water.'

She stumbled to the kitchen, acting as if she was trying her hardest to stay upright. He didn't follow her but kept an eye on her anyway, he wouldn't want her to fall and crack that little head of hers. She rolled her eyes at that thought, but knew it probably was true. While turning on the tap and filling her glass with water using one hand, she used the other to open her purse and pull out the gun. She took a small sip of water and put the glass down. In one smooth motion she had turned around pointing the gun straight at Pavlov's head. His eyes widened in surprise and he backed down a little, scared of the gun.

'What is this?' he asked. She smiled at him with a dangerous twinkle in her eyes. 'Tell me something Pavlov,' she spit his name out with as much venom as she could manage. 'Do you remember the Linkoln family?' A confused expression came across his face. 'No..' he answered hesitantly. 'Thought so.' She shook her head slowly eyeing him carefully, 'You should you know. You should remember how my little sister cried because of you, and begged. Begged for you to spare her. How my parents paid you every dime you asked for and got their daughter's dead body sent home in return.' The fear in his eyes grew as she got closer with the gun still pointed directly at him. 'Maybe you don't remember. But I do, and you are going to pay for what you did.' She was just about to pull the trigger when suddenly the door was broken down by three huge Russian guys, their guns already raised.

Murphy and Connor had been waiting for a while now. They knew where that Pavlov guy would be, they just had to wait for him to arrive. They were hidden in the closet of his hotel room for over two hours now and Murphy was getting sick of it.

'Remember me why we decided hiding in a closet was a good plan?' Murphy said, his Irish accent easily noticeable. Connor chuckled softly. Even though he couldn't see his brother in the dark, he could still picture his scowl. 'Because, my dear brother, it is a good plan.' He answered with exactly the same accent.

He thought back to yesterday when they had finally gotten the plan into action. The plan itself had been there for a few weeks now, but they had been so busy lately they hadn't yet come around to it. Yesterday however Murphy was bored and was pacing up and down the room. Da had left for town to talk to agent Smecker and Connor had been reading but couldn't really concentrate at the sound of Murphy's footsteps.

'Will ye just sit down already?' He'd said annoyed. Murphy had scowled at him, much as he was probably scowling right now, but he had sat down. It only took him about 5 minutes to get up again though, and walk to the kitchen. He returned with two beers, throwing one towards his reading brother, who had caught it easily, and turned on the TV. The news had been on and Pavlov Rosvarez was there, telling people how sorry he was for what had happened to the town council with Mr Hussil's death. Murphy had scoffed at that and turned to his brother who had also been watching now.

'Didn't ye have some kind of plan for this guy?' It had taken Connor only a second to grin and jump off the bed on his way to their closet. Murphy had called Romeo and as he arrived Connor was telling Murphy of the plan already. That's how they ended up here, though Connor had thought the closet to be bigger.

'Well next time I'll think of the fucking plan.' Murphy said annoyed. 'Aye, good luck with that' Murphy chuckled. Connor hit Murphy on the arm, or at least he thought it was his arm, it was hard to make out anything in the dark really. 'What the fuck was that for?' he hissed at his brother. 'Shhh ye tool. I hear something.'

Murphy was quiet instantly trying to hear what his brother was hearing. He couldn't. He was about to say so when suddenly he heard the door of the hotel room open. They waited a while, wanting to be sure it was him and that he was alone.

'Would you like something to drink?' The twins both knew what was coming before they'd even heard it. 'Please.' A young woman's voice answered. 'Fuck.' Murphy breathed too soft for anyone else than his twin to hear. 'Ye can say that again,' his brother whispered back.

'In which business are you interested, if I may ask?' they heard Pavlov ask after some time. 'Of course you may, we are here to discuss it aren't we.' The young woman's voice answered. 'I think I would like to invest in..' Suddenly the woman stopped in the middle of her sentence. Connor and Murphy both felt the same confusion, why had she suddenly stopped?

'Are you alright?' They heard Pavlov ask and then they both knew. Pavlov was known for the trafficking of young girls and women. He would drug girls he was interested in and then let his handlers take her with them. 'Yes, I think I just have to get some water.' The woman sounded confused and weak. The twins wanted to intervene but thought it would be better to wait until the woman was out completely. That way they wouldn't have to worry about her safety. They waited for some kind of sign that she had fainted, a thud or so, but it never came.

'What is this?' The silence that had followed after a tap had been turned on was broken by Pavlov's confused voice. Again the twins found themselves utterly confused, what was what? Did she not faint, or was there something else going on. 'Fuck,' Murphy whispered again frustrated at the fact that they couldn't see anything whatsoever. 'Tell me something Pavlov,' the twins listened intently for anything that suggested what was going on. 'Do you remember the Linkoln family?' Her voice had changed, she sounded determined somehow.

'No..' Pavlov's answer sounded hesitant. 'Thought so.' she didn't sound surprised. 'You should you know. You should remember how my little sister cried because of you, and begged. Begged for you to spare her. How my parents paid you every dime you asked for and got their daughter's dead body sent home in return.' The silence was eerie and felt wrong. What was this woman doing? And why hadn't the drugs taken effect? Did he not give them to her? The boys wanted to know what the hell was going on in that apartment.

'Maybe you don't remember. But I do, and you are going to pay for what you did.' Another silence and the boys had no idea what to expect next. Suddenly they heard the door being broken down and some voices yelling in Russian. They didn't even have to think and both jumped out of the closet with their guns ready.

Her body froze for a second at the sight of the three huge Russians that had come slamming through the door, after which her instincts completely took over. She raised her gun and was about to shoot when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, followed by the same sharp pain in her side. She fell to her knees and clutched her left shoulder with her right hand. There were dark spots running through her vision trying to take over completely. Her breath was ragged and faltered a few times as she tried to get past the pain. She had thought that the feeling of getting shot was something you would never forget, but somehow the pain felt so much worse than all her memories. She hissed at the pain but finally was able to look up at the scene in front of her, two Russian guys were on the floor already, dead. One was still standing and fighting another guy.

The guy kicked him in his shin and the Russian growled. He slammed his hand in the guy's face who fell backward. Another guy came up from behind and hit the Russian's head with a vase that broke into a million pieces of tiny glass chards. The Russian fell to the floor, he was out cold. 'Ye know, ye could've done that earlier.' The man who had been knocked down said while getting up. His face turned into a grimace as he touched his eye which was turning black already. 'Fuck.' He said.

All of a sudden she was grabbed from behind and pulled up. A shot of pain went through her and she hissed as the person's arm wrapped around her stomach to keep her in place, exactly around her wound. She knew who it was the second she smelled cigars. She hadn't noticed before but there was a distinct smell of cigars hanging around Pavlov, maybe it only just caught her attention because of her heightened senses caused by the adrenaline, but she couldn't believe she'd missed that. The men in front of her had turned around at the sound of her hissing and the cocking of a gun. They stared at her and Pavlov wide eyed. Finally she had a clear view on them, they were handsome and looked a lot like each other. Her eyes widened as well as she realized who these guys were. There were only two guys in the whole world who would look almost exactly the same, had tattoos on their hands, arms and she thought necks, knew how to handle guns and would hide in the room of a criminal like Pavlov Rosvarez.

They were the saints, no doubt in her mind. For a brief moment she felt like laughing at the fact she had had the same idea as the famous saints, but after feeling the gun against the left side of her face she froze. 'Do not move, understand me. I will kill her if you do!' Pavlov's voice sounded determined but she could hear the faint fear in it. The saints didn't dare move, afraid of what he might do to her. For a moment she forgot her pain and felt anger flare up in her heart. First this guy ruins her life and then he uses her as bait to catch the saints. She knew Pavlov would already know who these guys were, there just aren't any other guys who would dare to do any of this. She also knew that Pavlov would love to kill them, he would be seen as a hero in the underworld so to speak.

That might've angered her more than anything, the fact he would use her to kill them. She elbowed him in his stomach as hard as she could and ducked at the same time so she wouldn't get shot. He stumbled back still holding the gun, he tried to aim it at her but she kicked it from his hand. It flew towards the kitchen and ended up somewhere on the floor. He was lying on the floor now, cowardly trying to get away from her. She growled and kicked him in the stomach. 'Don't you dare threaten me.' She hissed at him. She searched for her gun and then remembered she had dropped it when she got hit. At that thought she cringed of the pain her body was in. The wounds the bullets had caused felt even worse now that she had moved so much. She cursed softly under her breath and slumped to the floor.

The saints were beside her almost immediately. 'Are ye alright lass?' One of them asked her, a concerned look in his dark blue eyes. She nodded slowly, trying to block out the pain so she could think. Suddenly Russian shouts drifted through the hallway. The boys looked at each other for a short moment and then she was up on her feet hissing at the pain it caused in her side. 'Sorry.' They muttered at the same time.

'We have to leave.' The shorter haired one said. 'Ye can't walk so Connor will carry ye.' She didn't even have time to nod as she was already in Connor's arms. The name suited the dark blue eyed guy, she thought as she held on around his neck. They were about to leave when she suddenly remembered something.

'My gun.' She said. Connor's eyebrows furrowed. 'Gun?' She nodded, 'it has to be somewhere over there. I dropped it when I got shot.' Connor looked at his brother, 'Murphy?' Murphy found it together with her green purse which he also brought with him. She didn't understand the look he gave her when he walked towards them holding her gun in his hand. Another round of Russian shouts stopped her from asking, but she made a mental note not to forget about it.

They ran from the hotel room right in the arms of another two Russians with guns. The Russians were taken by surprise and that gave Murphy enough time to shoot them in the head with her gun. They headed the other way than the Russians had come from, taking the stairs down to the first floor. Her side was killing her at the movement the running brought with itself. She kept quiet however, not wanting the boys to go slower, which could easily result in their deaths. When they arrived on the first floor and ran straight through the lobby where guests were waiting to be checked in, she could hear the gasps from them. She had to smile at the thought of how they must look according to them.

A car was waiting for them outside, or so it turned out when Murphy ran straight towards it and opened the door for her. Connor slowly put her down on the backseat and sat himself in the passenger seat. 'What the fuck is this?' The guy behind the wheel asked. 'Drive Romeo! Just fucking drive!' His face turned back to the road and he sped off at full speed.

Murphy was sitting next to her on the backseat. He was holding her close to him with his hand pressing against the wound in her side. She hissed at the pain it caused her but knew it was necessary if she didn't want to bleed out completely. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' Murphy muttered to himself. She slowly felt herself weaken, the adrenaline was starting to leave her system leaving only the pain in her shoulder and side to think about. The dark spots that had been there right after she'd been shot came back again and started dominating her vision.

'Don't close yer eyes lass. Stay with me.' The voice brought her back to the surface, but soon she felt herself drown again in the dark. She had two choices, the excruciating pain or complete peace. She felt like choosing the peace. Her whole body screamed to choose the peace, but the voice now yelling and cursing told her to stay there with them.

'Don't ye fucking die on me here. Do not close yer eyes. Keep them fucking open!' His Irish accent was thick with emotion. 'Drive faster Romeo, we're going to fucking lose her if we don't get to a fucking hospital fast.' Drive? Since when had they been in a car she asked herself. It was all vague in her mind, she didn't know what was reality or what was a dream. Maybe it all was just a dream. She felt herself being shot forward, only held back by strong arms on her shoulders. A shot of pain went through her again, but she didn't have the strength to react anymore.

She heard a few bangs, like car doors being thrown shut, and then felt cold air wrapping itself around her. It was a welcoming feeling against her burning skin, and it left way to soon. She groaned softly at the white that was illuminating from everything around her. It hurt her eyes. 'Just keep'em open for a few more minutes love. Ye're safe now, they'll fix ye.' The voice didn't sound completely certain of what it had said but she soon heard a lot of shouting around her which she wanted to drown out. Everything hurt and the only thing she wanted was to shut all of it out.

'Hello dear, can you open your eyes for me?' A new voice asked. This one didn't have the Irish accent and that made her feel strangely threatened. She opened her eyes slowly. 'Hi there dear, my name is Dr. Robertson. Tell me your name please.' She opened her mouth to answer but no sound would come out. Then the pain in her side was tripled all of sudden as another doctor pushed against it with a towel. The dark spots returned once more, but wouldn't leave this time. Finally she surrendered to the darkness and peace that had been pulling her down from the moment she had been shot.

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