A/N: Hey guys. Sorry this took so long to upload. It's kinda hard writing and watching both the Walking Dead and Game of Thrones at the same time. And on a note, does this chapter feel off to anyone? Just me? (Please let it be just me.)
And I'll let you guys just get too this. It took quite a while to write, (12 pages!), so I hope you guys enjoy it.
Songs that inspired this chapter:
If it Means Alot to You - A Day to Remember
Have Faith in Me - A Day to Remember
You Had me At Hello - A Day to Remember
(I was also watching Game of Thrones during this, could also explain why it feels off to me)
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Sierra
"Now, I think, instead of the usual jibber jabber that we always do, I think today we'll be trying to…open up to everyone, huh?" Karen says while Sierra brings down the hood to her sweater and drops her purse to the side of her chair. Some people agree, Candice is all for it. But then there are people like Geoff, Sierra, and Lou that don't even care. "Well then, who'd like to start?" Candice raises her hand, but Karen's eyes fall on Sierra.
Why?
WHY?
Why?
"C'mon Short-stack," Geoff mumbles, "Don't kill Karen's dreams." Sierra sighs and gets up, keeping her arms crossed over as she heads over to the podium and leans over it.
"Okay, so I guess I'll just tell you guys my favorites." Candice pouts a little, but sits up and pays attention to Sierra. "Uh, favorite color…probably blue. But not the blue of Candice's shirt," There's a round of chuckles as the blonde looks down at her bright blue top and smiles, "More like a sky blue."
"How poetic." Lou chuckles and Sierra shrugs.
"Favorite pastime is writing I guess so..." She shrugs with a smile as Carol beams at her. She looks better, healthier. Hair not so crinkly, a little more color to her skin, maybe her kids are going easier on her.
"How about a favorite movie?" Geoff asks, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Sierra hums a little.
"Probably either Breakfast at Tiffany's or Batman." She answers.
"Which one?" Peter asks, and Sierra grins.
"Ah, probably the one with Catwoman and the Penguin. I think that's Batman Returns but I'm not too terribly sure." Karen smiles.
"Thanks Sierra." She nods and takes her seat by Geoff and Peter again as Candice dances up to the podium.
"So…wait…you're okay with them just…dying like that?" Sierra asks as Connor and Murphy sit across from her at her dining table, munching away at their Chinese take-out boxes, and Aerosmith playing lightly in the background from her record player. They were currently talking about a news story they heard about a shootout and all suspects had been killed. The police were trying to apprehend a group of serial killer suspects.
"As long as people like Charles Manson don't show their ugly mugs again, yeah." Murphy answers, taking a long drink from his beer.
"But…would you yourself sign their death certificates?" She asks, for some reason, she thinks that the boys' idea of justice is just a little bit muffed.
"Lass, let's put it this way. You come home, find a man with a gun in yer home, ready to kill ya fer no reason. And they just slide it right off 'is back. Think that's justice right there?" Connor asks, taking a breather from his noodles.
"Alright, no, but still-" She answers, and Murphy cuts her off.
"And drug dealers, jus' handin' out drugs. People gettin' blasted, doin' things they normally wouldn't do. Not gettin' arrested fer it. Justice?" She sighs.
"Alright fine. Say you kill everyone in Boston who's done your version of wrong. What do you do?" She asks, sticking her chopsticks in the box of orange chicken and leans forward.
"Run." Connor answers, completely serious and Sierra raises an impressed eyebrow.
"Just like that?" She asks, and Murphy nods, tossing his empty box in the trash can.
"Just like tha'." She frowns a little.
"And what about me?" They stop for a minute. "Doc? Rocco? Just gonna leave us to hang like that?" Connor sighs.
"Lass, when you're runnin' from the law, ye kinda hafta leave yer friends behind." Murphy answers and Sierra frowns.
"I just figured you were different." She teases lightly, in hopes of bringing up the mood.
Connor grins.
"Well o' course we are lass. D'ya really think we'd become vigilantes?" He laughs and Sierra grins a little as Murphy joins him.
"Promise me something?" Sierra says after a minute, going back to her food, Murphy hums.
"What's that lass?" He asks, grabbing another box of fried rice and cracking it open.
"If you do become super heroes," Connor laughs at her emphasis, "And if you do run from the country, write to me." Murphy looks at her. "Oh please, I'm too much of a flight risk to go with you, between depression and anxiety I don't think going out of the country for the rest of my life will do me any good." Connor sighs and takes a drink from his beer, by now the album's finished and the record player's stopped.
"Fine. We promise." He answers, and Murphy nods. "But!" Sierra raises an eyebrow at him. "We're not becomin' super heroes fer Christ's sake." She laughs with him.
"Lord's fuckin' name!" Murphy cries and they both cross themselves and Sierra rolls her eyes a little as she gets up and changes the record.
Sierra's shaking behind the bar counter, hiding still, and clutching her knees closer to her, the case of money scratching against her chin and the zippers rattling from her body shaking.
"Well, name one thing yer gonna this stupid fuckin' rope for."
Wait…
What?
"That was way easier than I thought."
"Aye."
Connor?
Murphy?
"On TV you've always got that guy that jumps over the sofa."
"And then you gotta shoot him fer ten fuckin' minutes too."
"Aye."
"Christ…we're good."
"Yes we are!"
Sierra smirks a little to herself.
Lord's fucking name.
"Wasn't there a case on the counter?" Sierra freezes, the small smile slipping from her face as she presses herself against the cabinets.
"Aye, there was. Where d'ya suppose it went?" Her rain jacket makes a 'swish' sound, usually the one where you're running the material of a windbreaker against itself as you're trying to move as she's throwing the strap of the bag over her head.
"Suppose that it's behin' tha counter or somethin'." That would be Murphy answering Connor's initial question.
"Aye, let's take a look then shall we?" And Sierra flinches as something black is thrust into her face.
"Lass?" She looks lightly up at Murphy who's pushing Connor's gun away from her face.
"I'm sorry." She breathes, and that throws the twins for a loop.
"Sorry fer what lass? You've done nothin' wrong." The lighter answers, kneeling with the other, trying to gently pry her fingers away from her knees.
"I should've just stayed inside. I shouldn't have come to check on you guys…" She answers, almost silent and Connor successfully pries her nails out of the denim and flattens out her hand that's shaking violently now.
"Lass, ye don' need ta worry about that now." Murphy assures her as the doorbell buzzes and Connor gets up. Sierra jerks her head towards the door and Murphy presses a firm kiss to her forehead before getting up and pulling a ski mask over his head.
"Bastard." She hears. "This has got to be his big break."
There's a strong difference between Connor and Murphy's accent, the formers is thicker and stronger while Murphy's is softer, more like the ones you hear in movies. So Sierra's pretty confident that it was Connor who just spoke.
Though she still can't seem to find function in her legs.
"C'mon…" She breathes, punching her shins a little, making her right leg give out and lay flat on the floor, making the case slide to her right side and hit the floor with a thud.
Soon she jumps at the sound of dishes clattering and screaming, it's probably Connor again.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Rocco?
Oh dear…
"Shut up! Get on the ground!" She peeks around the bar counter as Connor and Murphy throw Rocco down to the ground, pointing their guns at him.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot. We're on the same side. Boss must've sent me in as backup. I'm Rocco! I'm the funny man. That ain't my name." He's gesturing wildly to his name tag, Sierra can't exactly read it from her.
"Where's your gun?" Murphy shouts as Rocco's flailing beneath their guns.
"Where's your gun?" Connor enunciates.
"I'm the fuckin' funny man! It's right here. Right here." He gestures to his waistband. "That ain't my real name." Sierra raises an eyebrow as Connor brings out a revolver. Now, she's not an expert on guns, but she's pretty sure that most revolvers only shoot about five or six bullets.
"What the fuck? Jeez!" Connor stands up and turns around in frustration before crouching down again and hitting Murphy on the arm with the gun. "It's a fuckin' six shooter." He hisses, and Sierra hides back behind the counter when Rocco takes to panting and looking around.
By now her left leg has lost all sorts of feeling so she easily lays it out and lies the case on her legs while her left leg tenses before going numb.
"There's nine bodies genius!" She hears Murphy bark.
"What the fuck were you gonna do? Laugh the last three to death, funny man?" Connor yells.
"Papa Joe said there was only two! In and out!" Sierra raises an eyebrow.
Since when did mafia bosses get numbers wrong?
"Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah, shit. You guys are good huh? Cool masks where'd you get 'em?" Sierra raises an eyebrow as she peaks around the bar counter again, and jerks as she heaves, holding a hand to her mouth.
Nine bodies, just…everywhere.
"We gotta do him right here!" Connor growls.
"Right now!" Murphy agrees.
"Don't, please! I'm the funny man!" Rocco begs and Sierra feels the huge wave of nausea pass as she bends over the case a little.
"Right!"
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!"
"Right!"
"Don't kill me please! I'm the funny man!" That's when she hears the boys laughing and Sierra removes her hand from her mouth and looks up a little before she throws the case away from her and turns to lose what was ever in her stomach for the past few hours.
"What a fuckin' idiot!"
She's just glad they hadn't heard, she needs to breathe and not smell blood.
"Fuckin'…what the fuckin' fuck- who the fuck- fuck this fuckin'- how did you two fuckin' fucks…Fuck!" Rocco shouts.
"Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word." Connor responds, making his brother chuckle as Sierra finally wobbles to her feet, wiping the drool and vomit from her mouth.
"You alright lass?" Murphy asks, and now Rocco's ranting and raving about how she was here.
"Hmmm…mmm…" She hums, holding up a one and wobbling some more.
"Dear brother I think she's gonna be sick."
"Already have…" She responds to Connor's statement while Murphy helps her sit down on the armchair she was sitting on before this all happened and keeps her from looking at the bodies.
"Where's the case?" Connor wonders aloud, going behind the counter and pulling a face.
"Sorry." She mumbles, grabbing a napkin from next to what was her lunch and wiping off her hand.
"S'alright lass. 'Least you hadn't chucked on the case." He responds.
"We need to get outta here." Rocco responds once the case is safely on the counter again.
"She alright on her feet?" Connor asks Murphy, who shrugs.
"I'll be fine." She answers, making the lighter twin nod.
"Roc, Murph, you two go through the front. Me and Sierra will head through the back, meet up at Roc's." Connor says, and the darker twin starts up an argument.
"Non sto lasciandola sola." (I'm not leaving her alone) Connor rolls his eyes at his brother as he shrugs on his jacket and stuffs the ski mask back into one of his pockets.
"Vous n'êtes pas la laisser seule. Je suis avec elle et elle a besoin d'espace." (You're not leaving her alone. I'm with her and she needs space.) Murphy frowns.
"Mi sentirei molto meglio se fossi con lei." (I'd feel a lot better if I were with her.) He responds, shrugging on his jacket and Rocco walks over to block Sierra's view from the string of bodies.
"You alright?" He asks, and Sierra makes a 'so-so' motion with her hand.
The Italian and French started getting louder between the twins.
"Boys." Sierra gags as she speaks, Rocco putting a steady hand on her shoulder.
"Tha's my final word on it Murph." The darker twin growls before grabbing the case and beckoning Rocco towards the door. Connor sighs as Sierra keeps an eye trained on her shoes. "C'mon lass, we got a bit o' walkin ta do." He beckons and she nods, taking his shrugged off coat over her head as they leave the room.
They're silent as he calls up an elevator and grabs two black duffel bags off the floor and stuffs his things in one of them.
"Can we stop by my place before we head to Roc's? I'd feel more comfortable out of…all this." She mumbles and gestures to her clothing, making Connor nods as Sierra pulls out her and pulls out the braid.
"Are you alright lass?" He asks, and Sierra's silent for a moment.
"Ask me again when we're at Rocco's." Connor nods.
"Everything will be alright lass, I promise." She hums a little under her breath.
"I know Connor. I know."
"I'm live from the Copley Plaza Hotel, where we have just been informed that the largest multiple murder in Boston's history has just taken place. We have learned that there were nine victims, all deeply involved in a notoriously violent Russian crime syndicate, right here in Boston…" Sierra changes the channel, landing on a movie while the boys are sitting in the dining room talking.
That didn't take very long.
On the walk to Sierra's apartment Connor had basically explained the jist of it. He and Murphy had been given a message from God to wipe out all evil so that good may flourish.
And she'd told him what she saw in the case, which made him pick her up and spin her around in a hug and showering her with various "Thank You"'s in various different languages.
Though at her apartment she'd only changed into one of Connor's black long sleeves that hung on her tiny frame a little, her heavier jacket, and her boots before they grabbed her purse and left after feeding the cats.
"Fuck it!" Sierra jumps as Rocco slams his hands on the dining table. Right now she's digging in her purse for her medication so she at least can sleep tonight. "There's so much shit that pisses me off!" Rocco paces for a minute before turning back to the boys, snapping, "You two should recruit. 'Cause I'm sick and fuckin' tired of walkin' down the street waitin' for one of these crack-pipin', ass-wipin', motherless lowlifes to get me!" Sierra chuckles a little as she finds her pill bottles and package, getting the ones she needs and walking around the Italian and heading towards his fridge.
"Hallelujah Jaffar." Sierra lets out a laugh as she rummages through the fridge.
"Do you have anything that's not alcoholic?" She asks, interrupting the current conversation.
"We have sodas; they're not in the fridge." Rocco answers and she shuts it, doing a three-sixty in the kitchen.
"Where are they?" She asks stupidly, making the brothers laugh and Rocco chuckle as he heads towards the kitchen and reaches by the microwave to bring her a can of Pepsi. "Thank you. I'll get to ordering some pizza." She says, and Rocco squeezes her shoulder as she grabs the phone and lounges in the recliner by Connor and picking up the phone book.
"So you're not talking about just mob guys right?" Rocco steers the conversation back and Sierra drops the cocktail of medication into her mouth and pops the tab to her soda. "You're talkin' about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?" He asks.
Sierra looks as Murphy's pulling a face and nodding, Connor doing pretty much the same while loading some bullets into a clip.
"Oh yeah." The lighter twin answers. Rocco runs a hand through his hair.
"Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day." Sierra scoffs lightly with a smile as she finds the number for a pizza place not too far from Roc's apartment.
"We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open." Murphy says, and Sierra smiles as she dials away.
"Mmm, that is nicely put." Connor compliments.
"Thank you very much." Sierra laughs as she asks them what sort of pizza they want.
"Whatever you feel like orderin'. Looks like I'm payin' anyways." Rocco answers, and she smiles lightly.
"So just cheese then?" There's a hum of agreement around her. She shrugs. "Alright then."
After the pizza's ordered, Rocco's shed his hotel catering jacket, revealing a white t-shirt and steals one of the boys' masks and tries to light his cigarette as Sierra rolls the one Aria gave her in her fingers.
Is she even alive?
Sierra sighs but lights it up and blows the smoke in Skippy's face as he jumps into her lap while she takes a drink from her soda, feeling the Xanax work its way into her system, helping her quench the anxious feeling of not being in her home.
"Aye, lass," She hums and looks at Connor, "Door?" He teases lightly and she smiles a little, taking the twenty from Rocco and going towards the front door to come face to face with a kid no older than seventeen with braces and acne coating his face.
"Two large cheeses?" He asks, and Sierra nods her confirmation. "Alright, that'll be eighteen fifty." She passes over the bill.
"Keep the change, sorry I don't have a bigger tip." He shrugs.
"Thank you. It's fine." She takes the two pizzas.
"Have a nice night kid." He smiles back.
"Thanks, you too." And she kicks the door shut with that.
She turns around to see Murphy run towards where she's standing by the door and take the pizzas away from her, landing a small kiss on Sierra's forehead and dashing towards the kitchen and dropping them on the stove. Sierra just stands back watching the boys attack the pizzas.
"And I thought I was a vulture." She mumbles, looking down at her hands to spot them shaking.
She curls them into fists and goes back to her recliner as Murphy sits down and passes her a slice which she takes silently.
Soon enough, the ski mask Rocco had stolen was snatched off his head while he was looking at Murphy's knife.
"I will fuck you up dude." He jokes, turning the knife towards Connor who's stuffing the hat in one of the bags.
"Sure you will." Sierra shoots back as Connor takes a drink from the bottle of whiskey and Skippy jumps up onto the table, making Rocco blow smoke in his face.
Sierra's fairly sure she's had about three slices of pizza, but the boys had outweighed her in drinks and in slices of pizza. (They had killed a box alone!)
She's only had three cans of Pepsi though when Murphy starts turning on his back on the table and pointing an unloaded gun in an obscure direction.
"So then we go through the fuckin' ceiling like this-" Connor frowns along with Sierra before the lighter twin tries to roll Murphy off the table, who isn't budging until Connor just smacks his arm. "Ow! Lass he just hit me!" Murphy complains, making Sierra laugh.
"Well don't point fucking guns at people even if they're not loaded." She shoots back.
"There, see!" Connor quips and Rocco's laughing as he's taking a drink from the whiskey bottle.
"Guns are always loaded." She advises.
"Oh, boy. You fuckin' guys. You ruined me. I'm fuckin' done." The slices the boys were once favoring were thrown on the table. "Permanent fuckin' package boy." Sierra sighs.
"Who said that? You can take credit on that y'know?" Murphy says, and Sierra laughs a little at his mouth full of pizza.
"What are you serious?" Rocco asks, grabbing the whiskey bottle again.
"Yeah. Fuck it. If you think about it, it's all you can do really. I mean, you can't go in there and tell him it was us." The darker twin answers.
"Are we seriously talking about this right now?" Sierra asks, Connor shrugs at her while Rocco and Murphy keep talking.
"Climb the corporate ladder, boy. Don, Rocco." They share a laugh as Sierra gets up and scratches Skippy behind his ears on her way to the kitchen for another soda.
"Fuck it." The boys don't stop laughing as Sierra drops another one of her cans in the sink with various other dishes and reaches in the box for another slice to snack on. "I'm doin' it. I deserve it. I've been workin' for those fat bastards since I've been in high school. Look at this fuckin' place. They're fuckin' me man."
Connor says something and looks towards his left while Sierra spots Murphy munching on what's left of his pizza with a cigarette bobbing in his mouth. "They can suck my pathetic little dick! And I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce, just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it." Rocco shouts and Sierra shakes her head with a laugh while the boys laugh as well.
"You do that Roc. I'll work at T.G.I's with quesadillas and burgers." Murphy bends over in laughter and Connor supports his forehead while laughs.
"Fuck it! I'm doin' it. It is done!" He pounds his hands on the table as Skippy meows, and a loud bang goes off, sending a bloody mess against the wall and Sierra jumps up on the counter and presses herself against the cabinets. "Shit! Shit, shit!" Rocco's fallen out of his chair, along with Connor and Murphy, the twins running for the living room, the darker one rolling over the recliner and they stand in the doorway.
"Oh my god!" Murphy's shouting, hanging onto Connor as they stand and Rocco yanking everything down and off the walls, and jumping up.
"What the fuck!"
"I'm hit!"
"Oh, fuck!"
"What the fuck!" Sierra drops her slice of pizza and gets down from the counter and curls into a crouch in the corner of the kitchen cabinets.
"Roc! You're not hit! Holy shit…" She pants, burying her face in her arm that are crossed over her knees.
"Lass you okay?" Connor asks her.
"I can't believe that just fuckin' happened!" Murphy shouts, his voice risen a little in hysterics.
"Is it dead?" Rocco asks, making Sierra look up at him.
"What?" She asks, getting up and out of her curled up position.
"Oh my god!" Murphy cries, turning towards the living room before turning back around and walking around the dining table and bloody mess and heads towards the kitchen. He wraps Sierra in a reassuring hug, rubbing the sleeves of, (Technically not hers), her shirt up and down her arms as she tries to calm down her heart rate.
"I'm going to bed. Rocco I'm stealing your bed." She calls, squeezing Murphy's arm a little as she turns.
"Night Sierra." The Italian calls, not arguing a bit.
"Night lass." Connor rests a hand on her shoulder as she turns and goes into his room, finding the sheets a little ruffled, an ashtray on his nightstand with a whiskey bottle which she moves off the nightstand and kicks away a few t-shirts and pairs of jeans.
She kicks off her boots and sits on the bed for a little bit, a cold sweat breaking out on her neck, making her rub her face and neck before bringing her legs up and closer to her chest.
A knock on her door makes her look.
"Yeah?" She calls, and Murphy pokes his head in.
"Fuck, Rocco's got a messy room." She laughs a little.
"Like your apartment is any better." She shoots back as he sits on the bed.
"True…you alright lass?" She shrugs.
"I was kidnapped by the Russian mob, had them killed not so much in front of me, and just saw a cat get shot…I'm…I don't know." She shakes her head, bringing her now shoulder length hair to one side as she turns towards Murphy. "I'm confused on how I should even feel. I've been shaking all day." She holds up a hand to show him as the appendage tremors.
"I'm sorry that 'appened to ya lass. I swear if I could've gotten to ya…" She shakes her head.
"Guess we were both helpless in that situation." He shrugs.
"Yer back now. And tha's tha'." She nods as he pulls her into a hug. "An' I should let ya sleep." She shrugs.
"Can stay in here if you want." She mumbles, and he looks at her.
"Yer sure?" She nods.
"Just no funny business." She teases, making him laugh a little as he kicks off his boots.
"Alrigh' scoot over then." She grins and moves to one side of the large king sized bed and Murphy moves close to her. "I won' bite." He looks at her. "'Less you wan' me to." She smacks his arm a little as he laughs and pulls her closer, her back facing his chest and his arms around her torso, his face buried in her hair.
"Night Murph." She mumbles.
"Night lass." He sighs.
A/N: So! Not much to say down here except that this chapter was twelve pages long so that's why it took so long to get it up. (It was a monster to edit.) And I tried not to throw it too out of orbit there y'know?
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