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Chapter 9: What to do...

It was stupid really that they hadn't seen it before. How could they not have seen it. If someone tells you something in full confidence that you're going to hate them later. You. Do. Not. Walk. Away. However that is exactly what they had done. Now it wasn't hard to understand what kind of conclusion Alison had come up with. The boys hated her now, so she might as well leave.

Murphy and Connor felt absolutely stupid for doing this to her. After they explained Da what had happened it was already evening. Da had reacted with a frown, not sure what to say. He did tell the boys that it hadn't been there fault, however neither of them believed him. Even though it was dinner time they weren't hungry, which was never the case. Connor was sitting on the bed, thinking about their options while Murphy was pacing up and down blaming himself for everything. If he hadn't walked away like that, they could've explained to her that he wasn't mad at her. It didn't matter that Da had told them it wasn't their fault, Murphy knew better. He just had been so afraid of hurting her by losing his temper that he had had to leave. He never had wanted to hurt her, so why the fuck did he?

'Do ye have any idea where the lass went?' Da asked Connor after a few hours. Connor looked up at his father and bit his lip. 'The only thing I can think of is her apartment. But that was the only place she showed us. I mean I can't think of anywhere else.' Da nodded thoughtfully. 'Ye should go there. If she's not there ye can go look someplace else.' Connor took a deep breath and nodded. 'Murph ye coming?' Murphy was holding his coat in his hand within seconds. Even if they would not find her there, he would do anything to get away from this place. Everything around him reminded him of her, and he was getting more and more anxious. He wanted her to come in and suprise them all saying she had been shopping for their dinner tonight, but he knew that was never going to happen.

The car ride to the apartment was slow, nothing like it had been the first time. They didn't even bicker about the things they normally would bicker about. It was silent and they were both lost in their thoughts. They never would've believed it if someone would've told them they'd meet a girl that they couldn't live without. But that was exactly what had happened. Alison had been so nice to both of them, not judging them for what they did, loving their childish ways and their pranks. She loved them and they loved her, they couldn't just lose her. She had become more important to them than their own lives were. If they lost her... Let's just say that would end in disaster.

They practically ran out of the car up the stairs to her apartment when they arrived. When they reached it they froze to a stop. The door was open. They frowned and reached for their guns. Slowly they entered the apartment. There wasn't anything wrong, or so it seemed. Everything was in place. However the bedroom door was ajar and somehow that didn't feel right.

Connor pointed at the door and Murphy nodded. They made their way to the bedroom slowly, and when both of them stood next to the door, Connor opened it. Murphy pointed his gun and scanned the room, no one there. 'Fuck.' Connor hissed under his breath. Murphy looked up at his brother and down at what he was staring at. Connor had put on the lights after clearing the room and now everything was fully visible. His stomach clenched and he had to stop himself from throwing up when he saw the large stain of blood on the carpet. He could also see shards of a vase on the floor, but that didn't seem as attention worthy as the large stain seemed.

She had been here, that was for sure, and she hadn't left willingly. Murphy sat down on the bed. For the first time in his life he was scared. Scared of what might've happened to Alison. Connor had pulled out his cell phone and was calling someone. 'Aye, ye got to come. Something happened here.' He gave the address to the person on the other end of the line and then put his phone away. 'Paul's on his way.' Murphy just nodded, not able to say anything.

Connor received Paul in the living room, while Murphy stayed seated, every thought preoccupied with what might've happened to Alison. Connor showed Paul the things in the bedroom and discussed the possibilities with him. 'I think the Russians got to her.' Paul said. He hadn't asked why she had been here without the boys, feeling this wasn't the right time for that.

'Where are they?' It was the first time Murphy had spoken and Paul looked up at him in surprise. 'Murphy, they might be long gone by now. It isn't even sure she's alive anymore.' He said when he recovered from his surprise. It saddened him to say this, but he had to, Murphy deserved to know the truth. This didn't stop him however.

'Where the fuck are they!?' He sounded pissed off, pausing at every word to highten the effect. 'The last known address is in Townsman street. The biggest factory there is.' Paul answered reluctantly. He had been on the Russians from the night the boys tried to kill Pavlov. He had found out that there was a large factory where, at least a division, of the Russian mob was staying. He did not know if they would have Alison though, but Murphy didn't seem in the mood to listen to him even if he had said that. Murphy nodded and shared a look with Connor. Then they turned around and left without another word.

The first thing they did was go by Romeo's place. They hadn't seen him since their last gig and thought they could use a hand with this one. They may have been desperate to find Alison, but that didn't mean they would dive in head first without back-up. Romeo opened up, a cigar hanging from his mouth. He lived in one of the crappiest apartments in the whole of South Boston but he never had seemed to mind. 'It all beats Mexico' he would often say which would make the boys laugh.

'Connor! Murphy! How great to see you!' He moved to hug them but stopped when he saw their faces. Murphy showed open hostility, Connor was a bit more laid back but still Romeo could see the fire in his eyes. 'What do you need?' Romeo asked, knowing something was up and turning serious at this notion.

'Guns.' Murphy said just as seriously. 'And lot's of'em.' His Irish accent was thicker than Romeo had ever heard and he stepped aside to let the boys in immediately. There was something scary about them, even he couldn't deny that. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but better to wait and ask them when they didn't seem to want to get down to business without delay.

He took out a bag full of guns and threw it onto the table in front of the boys. They both loaded two guns and stuck them in the back of there pants. Connor looked at Romeo and gestured for him to grab some guns too, he was coming with them. Romeo felt excited that something was going to happen again, he had been bored lately and had waited for the boys to ask him to come along again. Of course last time had gone horribly wrong, so he figured they would lay low for a while, he had been right about that. He grabbed some stuff himself, thinking about what they might be needing in a few hours.

When they had everything they left the apartment, Connor carrying the bag with more guns, in case they might need those.

There had been a terrible silence hanging over the three of them while picking out the guns. Romeo had been smart enough not to comment at the time, seeming as how the boys had guns in their hands, but eventually he just couldn't stop himself anymore. 'So, you guys gonna tell me what's going on?' Romeo asked when they were finally in the car. He figured that if they didn't want to talk they could just ignore him, at least they wouldn't shoot him.

'Alison's gone.' Murphy hissed, anger rising up again. He was staring out of the window with the weirdest look on his face. It seemed like he was angry as hell but worried at the same time. Romeo's eyes grew wide at Murphy's words. 'You mean that girl from our last gig?' He had remembered her, she had been beautiful that much he had been able to see. Even with all the blood and the pale look she'd had.

Connor nodded. 'Aye.' He took a right turn into a street called Townsman Street. 'We took her in to take care of her. But yesterday she went back to her place and they got to her.' Romeo could only nod, not fully comprehending the story. He could however see that the boys had come to care about the girl, and were furious that she had been kidnapped. 'Where is she?' He asked. 'Russian mob.' That made him swallow, they were going to go against the Russian mob? Hell, why not. He laughed at his own thoughts and loaded his last gun.

Connor stopped the car a few yards from the building they had to be. It was a huge factory with a steel fence in front of it. There was a sign which said 'No trespassing.' The factory looked old and had been taken care of badly. Of course it hadn't been used for some years now so that wasn't surprising. 'Rensin Chocolate.' It said with big dusty letters. Beneath those letters they could see a red service door. It would be more discrete to take the service door than the automatic door where normally the trucks drove through, so they chose to use that door.

All the way over the fence and through the service door they kept quiet. There probably were a lot of Russians patrolling the ground and they didn't want to be heard by one of them, which would result into an immediate bloodbath. Of course a bloodbath would be inevitable, hopefully however they would not be part of it.

They made their way along the wall of the hallway the service door had led to. At the end of the hallway Connor took a look around the corner. It was clear, no Russians in sight so far. He motioned for Murphy and Romeo to follow him and took a step forward. At that very moment two Russians laughing together came into view. They noticed Connor, Murphy and Romeo and tried to reach for their guns in an instant. Murphy had his gun raised already though, and the first shot of the evening was released from his gun followed by another shot. Both Russians fell to the ground, a hole through their heads.

Murphy had always been a great aim, just like his brother. They used to practice their aim at the shooting range in Ireland, when they were teenagers. Their Ma didn't completely like the fact that they liked to shoot things but never complained. She knew that the boys had that from their father, and in a way it reminded her of him.

Three other Russians followed the first two, probably reacting to the sound of bullets being fired. For some time it was raining bullets, blood and shouts. Russians kept coming, and the boys kept shooting. Murphy and Connor used one shot per Russian, making sure they would have enough ammo for another wave, if that would come. Romeo wasn't as discreet and just kept shooting until his gun was empty. They were in luck however tonight and after seven extra Russians had died it became eerily quiet inside the factory.

It actually had been a lot easier than they had thought it would be. The fact that every Russian came towards them and the only thing they had to do was shoot, seemed really easy. While making their way through the rest of the factory they kept their guard up though. You never could be too sure where Russians were hiding.

Eventually they reached a small booth with curtains to keep anyone from being able to look inside. The lights were on inside and they heard hushed voices coming from the other side of the door. They couldn't make out what was being said, but that wasn't important. Connor took stance in front of the door and Murphy aimed, ready to shoot anyone who would be revealed. Connor kicked down the door and Murphy noticed two more Russians with their guns raised. Two shots were fired, both from Murphy's gun. The Russians fell to the ground, dead.

The inside of the office was even smaller than it had looked from the outside. It had a desk with a computer on it, stacks of papers spread around. There were two cabinets with a range of boxes on it, probably with a lot of illegal stuff in them. There was one man left alive, sitting behind the desk looking terrified. He seemed to be the dead bodyguards' boss and Connor almost had to laugh at the fact they always turned out to be cowards. There was just one thing stopping him from laughing though, Alison.

'Where is Alison?' He asked the man behind the desk. The man was shaking, his hands wrapped around his bald head. He was fat and so his attempts to make himself small were not working. 'He asked ye a question.' Murphy said coldly, walking inside slowly, dangerously.

'I..I don't know who you're talking about.' The man said with a terrified voice. There was a faint hint of a Russian accent but not really distinctive.

'Alison.' Connor said again. 'The lass ye guys took!?' The man still looked confused. Murphy put his gun against the man's temple. 'Ye sure ye don't know?' Murphy asked him, nudging his gun against his head. 'I...I…I don't know! Please don't kill me! I really don't know!' The man sounded like he was going to pee himself if they did anything more, but this didn't stop Murphy however.

Connor felt like the gun wasn't really helping their case though so he put a hand on Murphy's arm, which he was holding the gun with, and lowered it. 'He doesn't know Murph.' Murphy growled. 'I don't fucking believe him. He fucking must know something. He's one of the bosses isn't he!' He sounded frustrated and angry at the same time. He wanted to find Alison! He needed to find her! Of course they hadn't expected to find her here, that would've been too much luck, even for them, but a good lead was the least they thought they would find.

Connor turned to man, who was still shaking. 'Look lad, as ye can see my brother is in a really bad mood right now. If ye can't help us, we've got to kill ye.' The man looked up with wide eyes. 'So if ye know something. Anything really, about a lass being taken by your boss, please tell us.'

The man took about a second to nod and scrambling up from his chair. He was fumbling with a stack of papers on the far end of his desk, it wasn't doing what he wanted but that probably was because the man was still shaking uncontrollably. 'I…I heard about something. A g..g...girl taken by some guys for the b..b..boss.' He started.

Connor nodded, smiling halfway at him, 'That's exactly what we need.' He was still looking through the papers when he finally seemed to have found what he had been looking for. 'Here,' he gave Connor a piece of paper. 'The address they were taking her.' Connor nodded and thanked him looking at what he had just been given. 'Do ye know anything about her condition?' Murphy asked him, his gun raised again. The man cringed, 'She…' he was afraid to say it. 'She wasn't in a good shape.' Another growl left Murphy's lips which made the man cringe away again. 'They shot her in the leg and the man said she'd lost a lot of blood.' The man finished awaiting what would happen next. Would he die because one of his associates kidnapped this girl? He surely hoped not, it wasn't his fault, not even his area. The only thing he did was drug trafficking, nothing more. He didn't think this would matter to these guys though.

'But she was still alive?' Connor asked. The man nodded vehemently. 'At the time yes, she was!' Connor nodded again relieved. 'Good…' He turned around to leave. 'Come on Murph. We've got somewhere to go.' Murphy didn't follow him immediately though. 'If we find out ye've been lying. Ye're fucking dead. Understand?' The man's eyes widened again and he nodded quickly. Then he turned around and followed his brother to the car, leaving the man behind scared to death.

Romeo had let the boys do the talking, it hadn't seemed like a particularly good idea to join in while they were threatening the guy. It had felt a bit too personal for that. He was however curious about what the man had given Connor.

'So where we going now?' Romeo asked him after they were seated in the car again. 'Home.' He answered. Romeo gaped at him, together with Murphy. 'What? Why the fuck? He just gave us an address didn't he? Why are we going home?' Murphy couldn't believe his brother. Connor however didn't look taken aback by the outburst.

'Aye, he gave us an address. An address to a Russian mob house to be precise.' Murphy's eyes widened with understanding, though he did not like the fact. 'Not just a fucking hiding place, like this had been. A mob house.' Connor repeated. This seemed to calm Murphy and Romeo down, not much however. A mob house was indeed different from a hiding place. A hiding place had Russian guards, a mob house had Russian assassins to protect it. The mob house was the place the boss lived, which meant that it would be protected ten times better than where they'd just been. It also meant that Alison had been taken to that place, and that wasn't all too good news.

'Plus that guys probably called Pavlov already, saying we are on our way. Which means they will be even more prepared. We can't go there now.' Now Murphy did regret not killing the guy. But then again, they had promised him he could live if he told them anything about the girl. If they had backed down from that promise they wouldn't have been a hair better than him.

They were going home and they would get ready for the raid. They were going to save Alison and after that they would see what they were going to do. The only thing that mattered right now was that Alison was still alive. They had to act quick though, they couldn't be sure how good the medical treatment she would receive from the Russians would be. Not that very good, they guessed, which meant that with her bleeding she wouldn't survive that long.


'Ah look she's waking up,' The voice with the Russian accent reached her ears. She opened her eyes and looked up into two dark brown eyes with a sadistic glint in them. The person used his gun as a weapon and slapped her along her cheek with it. She could feel the gash it left behind and the blood trickle down her cheek.

'Now, she's awake.' The voice said, amused. She glared at the man who had hit her and said it, but soon her attention was caught by another guy standing in front of her.

'Good to see you again Alison Whitaker, or should I say Alison Linkoln?' She glared at him. 'You know, it's kind of sweet how you are in the exact same position your sister was in all those years ago.' She was getting sick by this man's sweet voice. 'I remember her well. She screamed your name quite often Alison. Thinking her sister would come and save her, how naïve.' A flash of anger went through her and she tried to get out of the chair she was in, fighting the rope with which she was tied with.

'Shut up you son of a bitch!' She yelled and her chair tipped over while she was trying to get out. She fell head first to the ground but didn't stop fighting her restraints. She saw the foot before she felt it, landing straight into her stomach. The chair had tipped over again and now she was lying on her back looking up at a laughing Pavlov.

'You know, Ristoff here always wondered how two sisters were alike. I let him have his way with your sister, now I'll give you to him.' That was too much for her. The thought of this man raping her sister made her throw up. She turned her head so she wouldn't choke in her own vomit. She heard Pavlov laughing in the distance while he made his way out of her holding cell. She was lucky enough that everyone left, though she was sure that that Ristoff guy would be back soon, which meant she had to get out before that happened.

She tried to ignore the smell coming from her own vomit and looked around the room for a means of escape. It wasn't much of a room really. About 2 by 3 she guessed, with her chair being the only thing that was in it. The floor was made out of concrete and there was a little layer of sand on it, probably from the shoes everyone had worn when entering. The walls had been painted a light green, but the paint was withering and it looked like some room from a haunted house. It was, in a way.

If that guy would return she would have nothing to protect herself with. 'Fuck.' She hissed. They hadn't put anything in her mouth to stop her from screaming, but she guessed it wouldn't help anyway. They were probably somewhere no one could hear her even if she screamed. There was just one way she could get out of this alive, break the chair she was sitting on. After that she might be able to find her way out of here.

She had a pretty good idea where she was, not in the topografic sense but more of the sort house of sense. She knew she was being held captive in a mob house due to the fact she was in such a room. If she had been in a factory she would´ve been locked up in some other place. She knew her way around a mob house, so that was something good, it might make her chances of survival higher.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice asked her why she would want to get out of this alive anyway. There wasn't anything outside for her anymore, the boys hated her, she had no family left and the person she wanted to avenge for her family would be gone then. So why would she even try?

She tried her best to ignore the voice. When she was out of here she might ask those questions again, but right now the only way to get out of this situation was wanting to get out. She tried to wriggle her hands out of the ropes they were tied together with. It wasn't easy though. First of all she was still lying on the floor, the back of the chair on the ground, which meant that she was lying on top of her hands which were tied together at the back of the chair. Second of all the ropes were tied well, tightly. There was no way she would get loose like this. When the rope started to burn her hands she gave up, deciding that maybe if she tipped over the chair she could get her hands undone.

She was almost there when suddenly she heard voices coming her way and she had to stop dead. If they saw she was trying something they would surely stop her, maybe even hit her unconscious again, and too be honest she had been unconscious enough times already over the past few weeks.

The door to her 'room' opened and two men came in. They were talking in Russian and for once she was happy she had been in the Russian mob. At least she could understand what they were saying now.

'Have you heard about the saints?' The first one asked. 'Yeah, it's insane isn't it. Seems like they want to save the girl.' The second one scoffed. 'No way they're going to get that done. The boss is putting ten more guards in place. They'll stay like that until the week ends. There is no way they'll get anywhere close without getting shot.'

She had to stop herself from showing she could understand them. It was hard however, when they were talking about the boys like this. One of the men who had entered walked up to her.

'Let's get you up.' He said, surprisingly gentle, as he put the chair upright again. There was not a trace of Russian accent in his voice, probably indicating he had lived here since he was a child or that he wasn´t Russian at all. Maybe he had learned the language and just joined, which happened more often than many think. No wait, normal people do not concern themselves with what happens in the Russian mob, she reminded herself of this and felt like laughing.

After the chair was up again she liked him a lot more than she had before, 'Thanks.' She told him with a smile, best be nice she thought. He just nodded and took a bottle of water. 'Drink.'

She swallowed every drop of water she got, not sure how long it would take for her to be able to drink again. 'How does your leg feel?' The second voice asked her, the same gentle tone in it. This voice had a slight accent, not really recognizable if you never heard Russians speak English though.

Why were these guys so nice to her? She wondered, but soon dismissed the question. It didn't matter, she told herself, just be happy they are.

She focused on her leg to see how it felt. It hurt a bit, but she hadn't felt it until they started about it, so it obviously didn't hurt that bad. 'Fine, I can't feel a thing.' she said after every drop of water was gone. The man smiled at her, 'Good, the morphine worked then.' Then they turned around and started to leave. 'Wait!' she called out, they turned around. She could´ve asked them why they had given her morphine, she really was wondering about that. It didn´t seem like they would be answering that question though, and there was a more urgent matter that had to be discussed, and asked.

She had figured that if they were this gentle right now, maybe they could help her in a way. Of course they wouldn't untie her, that would get them killed. But maybe they could help her with something else. 'I…I..I know you are part of this. But…' She tried to sound as desperate as possible, which wasn't hard considering the circumstances. 'Could you please keep that guy away from me?' she let tears role down her cheek. 'I don't want to be raped.'

The men looked at each other and then back at her. They knew exactly who she was talking about, which probably meant that Ristoff had raped more than just one girl over the past years. Suddenly she wondered how long he had been with the mob then, if he had raped her sister it would be long. That doesn´t matter, she told herself and focused on the men again.

They both smiled gently again which remembered her of the boys in a way. 'We'll do our best. We can't promise anything though.' She smiled at them, 'Thank you!' Then they left her alone again.

She felt quite smug about her acting skills, but soon her attention was pulled back to the boys. They had tried to save her? And they were coming this way? Why? She had been convinced they hated her after she had told them, so why would they come and risk their lives to save her?

It couldn't have been a lie though, the men were talking in Russian and she was pretty sure not even Pavlov knew she had been in his organization once. Suddenly a horrible realization hit her. If they were coming to save her they would get killed. They were great shooters, but if the Russians put ten men out they would get killed before even reaching the house. She felt sick all over again and became even more resolute to get out of these restraints. If she could get off of the chair she might be able to get out and help them in some way. She didn't exactly know what she could do, or how she would do it, but she could at least try.

She leaned the chair in one direction, resting in on one side in the hope the feet would break. It was a wooden chair which meant that enough weight would make it break, at least that was what she hoped. If the feet would break her legs, or at least one leg, would be free and she could get out of the other restraint using that leg.

She didn't know how long she was seated like that, rocking the chair to try and break it faster, when suddenly the door of her cell opened again. This time however it weren't the two gentle guys that had helped her before. Instead a cold eyed Ristoff entered with a scary grin on his face.

She had stopped rocking the chair the moment he came in. Her plan had dissolved into thin air and she had no idea what to do anymore.

'Well, well, well. See what we have here.' Ristoff said, closing the door behind him. 'What a pretty girl. And I have her all to myself.'

Hope you liked it! Please review, and please help me by PMing me and helping me with my dilemma! Thanks!

So I'll probably take a bit longer with chapter 10, for one I'm waiting for people to help me and second I have a lot of schoolwork to be done so I'm sorry...