It Starts With One
A Boondock Saints
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Boondock Saints. I only own my character Autumn and any story lines that I add.
Author's Note: To be honest I was kind of iffy with this chapter. I didn't like it, yet I didn't hate. This might become a re-write. But I will leave it to the readers to let me know if it is a keeper or just get scrap it and start over. It would be much appreciated if you review on it. Oh and I'm sorry this one is kind of short, I just wanted to get it started. This Chapter will be purely in just MURPHY's POV. Enjoy.
Recommended Song: "Death of Me" By RED
Chapter 10: Murphy's POV
It had been a week since I had heard anything from Autumn. I've searched aimlessly for some kind of sign of her, but nothing. Wherever she was, she was doing a good job of keeping herself invisible. I stood in the elevator of the hotel with Connor and I could barely keep my mind on what we were planning to do.
Focus Murphy, Focus.
"You nervous?" Connor asked.
I hesitated for a moment as I thought. "A little bit"
"You sure you're up for this?"He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." I replied.
"Autumn?" He asked. I just shook my head and refused to talk about it. Connor took the hint.
Connor hit the emergency stop button and we unzipped our bags as we prepared ourselves. I loaded myself up with everything I brought and put my mask on along with Connor. We prayed and were ready to face whatever was going to come of this. Connor held onto the rope waiting for me to take it.
"You and your fucking rope..." I said and then helped boost him up.
We made our way through the vent and I followed Connor as he led the way.
"Fuck." Connor muttered about half way.
"Where the fuck are you going?" I asked him annoyed.
"Shh, I'm figuring some shit out here" Connor said.
"Oh fuck you! I'm sweating my ass off here dragging your fucking rope around. It must weigh thirty pounds!" I retaliated.
"Sh, we're in some serious shit right now. Get a fucking hold of yourself!" He said getting annoyed now.
"Fuck you. I'm not the one here who is getting us fucking lost." I spat.
"Will you fucking shut it!?" Connor said and hit me with the flashlight.
We fought until we heard the vent beginning to break.
"Oh shit..."
I stood in the room with Rocco after messing with him as we looked around for anything else.
"Fuck you. What the fuckin' fuck. Who the fuck. Fu-" The glass shattered and we moved out of the way as someone came swinging in. They landed flat on their feet and a hand on the floor for support. Rocco dove behind the couches with his six shooter. Connor and I grabbed our guns and aimed them at the stranger.
The figure of a woman was obvious of who the person was. She stood up slowly and turned to us. Her face was covered in a masquerade type mask and her blonde curly locks fell just below her jaw line.
Who is this woman?
She looked at us as we pointed our guns at her and smirked at us.
"Two on one... Now that isn't very fair." The thick Italian accent escaped her lips.
I looked at Connor who looked at me at the same time. Without another second to think, I felt the gun get kicked out of my hand and a fist connect with my face. I grabbed my face and quickly turned around to see Connor get punched moments after I did. I grabbed her and she slipped easily out of my grasp and kicked my chest sending me staggering back a bit. Connor grabbed her from behind and held her arms in a lock. I walked towards her to unmask her. She kicked herself up and flipped Connor backward. I dove at her sending her to the ground.
"Connor! You alright?!"
"Yeah..." He said as he walked over to us.
"Now who are you?" I said looking down at her.
"Get off of me." She spat at me as she glared.
She pulled her gun out and pointed it at my head.
"Not very smart lass. You already know you're out numbered."
"I'm not afraid to die." She taunted. "But I don't think your brother here wants you to die."
Connor and I looked at eachother and then back at her.
"Oh don't give me that look, it isn't hard to tell fraternal twins. Now get up slowly and you back up." She spat the last part at Connor.
I put my hands up as I backed up slowly. She kept her gun at me and watched Connor with a wary eye.
"Get down on your knees." She said and then looked at Connor. "You too, right next to him."
Connor knelt next to me and I glared at the woman.
"Tell me something..." She said as she looked at me. "If you two are saints, why haven't you two killed me yet?"
A gun fire went off and she ducked. Taking advantage of the situation, Connor and I stood up quickly and went after her. Connor grabbed her masked and pulled it off.
"...Autumn." I stood stunned.
Her eyes widened as she realized her mask was gone. "Forgive me..." she whispered and grabbed her line before jumping out the window.
"I should have seen those signs all around me, but I was comfortable inside these wounds."