Loving A Sinner

Chapter 2

I don't own the Boondock Saints, I am nowhere near badass enough. Graham however is an OC of mine.

The air was dry and hot, even though it was night. The sound of cicadas filled the empty air. It was a drastic change from Boston. Almost like being at the end of the world; emptiness for miles. A tall shadow with the figure of a man took a cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground. The other shadow did this as well.

"Where the hell is Romeo?" one shadow said.

"I have no fucking clue. He was supposed to be here an hour ago with the envelope." The other responded. A strange silence followed for at least a few more minutes as the two men stared off into the distance. They were at least 30 minutes from any sign of civilization, let alone a bar. Normally silence would have made them both uneasy, but they felt truly isolated out in this nowhere and decided to let their guard down for the first time in years. This was a mistake.

One of the men began to wander off looking for something besides sand. The other sat down with his back against a rock and closed his eyes. He began to listen to the world around him, the light blowing of the wind, the buzzing of the bugs; it all had been un-existent in their lives since leaving Ireland. This peace hid the threat about to approach, in fact he didn't even notice it until a glove had planted itself firmly against his mouth. He tried to trash and get loose but the assailant's grip was too tight. He was so worked up in a panic that he didn't even feel the needle being jabbed into his right arm. The panic swiftly transformed into drowsiness and then it all went black.

The other man quickly suffered the same fate, and both work up even more confused than they had been out in the desert. The room was dark and the walls were cracked and covered with mold. They both though; How do we get into these messes? As they began to regain conciseness they came to a frightening discovery; they were both shackled down. The tried, in vain however, to pull against the restraints but it was no use.

"Well this is a fine fucking situation we're in now!"

"Well when you take kind of attitude about it…"

"What other fucking attitude should I take? We have no clue where we are, why we're here or what's or going fucking happen!" The moment he finished shouting the door slammed open. Apparently someone walked in because of the footsteps but the lack of light made it impossible to tell. He also apparently was either followed or liked to talk to himself because he started to say something in Spanish; apparently he didn't know the numerous languages the brothers could speak fluently.

"Give them the drugs now and we can have them out in the market in less than a week."

A shadow emerged from the darkest part of the room holding a needle in his hand. He approached Connor first and knelt down beside him. He grabbed his arm and held it as tight as he could to counter the brother's trashing.

"Stay the fuck away from him you son of bitch". Murphy struggled and pulled at the handcuffs in a vain attempt to save his brother. The shadow man laughed and jabbed Connor with the needle bringing a loud scream from him and shouts of anger from his twin. The man stood up and walked towards Murphy and knelt down to deliver the same poison…

Eunice Bloom woke in a cold sweat screaming "NO!" and flinging herself up from her bed. She looked around to find herself not in a dark, screamed filled room, but the guest room of Graham's house. The walls were no longer cracked or moldy, but painted a light blue with pictures of boats and lighthouses on the wall. She thought to herself How was I surprised he turned out to be bi? She steadied her breathing to something of a normal pace and flung herself back down onto her pillow.

The down opened and in walked Graham, with a black t-shirt and sweatpants on. "What happened? Did you miss your period?"

"Oh go fuck yourself!" for an additional response she also threw a pillow straight at his face. The brown haired man caught the pillow and walked over to her bed and sat down. She rolled over the face the other side of the room.

"Worried about them too?" he said

"Yea…it's just." She rolled over to look at him. "It's just…we need to get them out of there."

Neither of them or Smecker slept more than a few hours that night. All three had nightmares of what they thought had happened. Imaging the boys who they had come to know like family in that situation made most of them sick to their stomachs. Eventually morning came and with it brought the beginning of the mission; the mission to free the Saints.

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