"Cut that shit out, it fuckin' burns, alright!"
Chrys slapped Connor's hand away from his head, now wet with black hair dye.
"You're such a fuckin' baby." She said, massaging the gooey mixture into his head, making sure she didn't miss any of his hair. "Always 'ave been." Murphy added. They had just rinsed the dye out of his now honey colored hair. Connor glared daggers at his brother while Chrysanthemum and Murphy laughed it up at his expense. "You just wait till I get outta this chair." He said, pointing a finger at his twin.
Chrys quieted him down with a kiss on the cheek, making Murphy grumble in jealousy and walk out of the bathroom and into the den of the safe house. Noah and Smecker were busy packing everything away and getting ready for their flight, which was taking off at 6am. It was midnight now; none of them had gotten any sleep since that afternoon's events took place. They'd all been too jazzed up over their victory, and there was so much to do anyways, before they left for Ireland. Chrys couldn't wait to see her homeland again. She had missed it from the moment she had set foot in Boston all that time ago. She was going to miss everyone, of course. Doc, the regulars at the bar, all the goobers from the BPD...but she had an itching feeling she'd see them all again one day. Maybe they could come down to Ireland for Thanksgiving one year.
Chrys was just pulling her white dress with yellow sunflowers on it when her wig fell off into a heap on the floor. Connor laughed at her from the doorway, looking weirdly debonair with his now ebony slicked forward hair. She grumbled and threw her sandal at him. "Oh, shut it, will yeh." She said, before picking the fallen hairpiece up and righting it onto her head in the mirror. She secured it with a couple of bobby pins and brushed the bangs out so they didn't look frizzy. "Are yeh ready now, Pippy Longstockins? Murphy said, looking like a surfer dude, complete with douchey aviators, and chewing on a toothpick. She rolled her eyes and headed toward the door. "Pippy has red braids, not brown. And hers stick out."
"Aye yay yay, tomato to-fuckin-mahto." Connor said, shoving her playfully toward the front door. Chrys hugged Greenly, Duffy, Dolly, and finally, Smecker, before everyone said their goodbyes. "I'll miss you all, yeh bunch o' retards." She said, standing on her toes to muss Greenly's hair. "Yeah, yeah, we'll miss you too, Chrys."
"Alright, alright. Lets break this up before it turns into a friggin' sob fest." Smecker interjected. "Everything is taken care of, all of your baggage aside from your carry-on has been sent back to Ireland already on a cargo plane so you guys don't spend any more time in the terminal than you have to." He paused and smiled at them. "You guys take care of each other, okay?" he finished, still smiling.
"Aye." Connor and Murphy chimed, and Chrys just nodded. She feared if she said anything she might start crying. She hated crying in front of people, especially for silly reasons. After final hugs, handshakes, and see you laters, Chry, the twins, and Noah all got into the cab that had been waiting for them on the curb and headed toward the airport.
Murphy and Connor watched the gray, building-laden scenery go past and ached for the green hills and trees of their home they would see soon enough. Chrys rested her head on Connor's shoulder, clasped both the twins' hands in hers, and closed her eyes. She had almost drifted off to sleep to The Smiths cooing away on the taxi's radio. She hummed along softly to the words. "And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die" were the last words she heard before a black sedan crashed into the driver's side of the taxi they were in.
Chrys opened her eyes and realized she was upside down. Adrenaline kicked in and her heart started pounding against her ribcage. She unbuckled her seat belt and crashed to the ground beneath her. She felt glass cutting into her back as she scrambled around onto her knees. She could see enough into what was left of the front seat to be able to tell that the driver didn't have much of a body left. She stifled back gore induced vomit and turned around to see that Murphy and Noah had come to and were both trying to get out of their seat belts. Murphy saw that she was beneath them and said "Get out of the car now! Don't worry 'bout us three, we'll get ourselves out." She nodded and scrambled toward the mangled metal that used to be a window frame, and squeezed her head and shoulders out. Someone roughly grabbed one of her arms and yanked her the rest of the way. "Ow!" She yelled, but was grateful that they had helped her so she added "Thank you-" but stopped when she realized that the person who had yanked her out was now standing in front of her with a gun pointed at her face. She recognized him immediately and raised her hands in defeat. There was hate in his dark eyes, and though she wasn't sorry for what they had done yesterday, she didn't blame him. Onlookers were screaming and fumbling with their cell phones to try and call the police.
"This is for my Father." He said, the acidity in his tone clearly audible. "Il mio Padre." Chrys didn't dare move. She cut her eyes to behind Concezio Yakavetta's shoulder, where a man was running toward him. "Concezio, don't!" He cried, but the venomous Italian had already pulled the trigger.
Pain ripped through the whole left side of Chrys' body, and she fell down onto the hot asphalt. Her hand clutched her chest as she watched her assailant and the man who had tried to stop him drive away in their mangled sedan with increasingly blurred vision. There was blood all around her, and she felt startlingly cold for such a warm day. She heard her name being called from behind her and tried to say "What?", but it only came out as a whisper. She felt hands all over her, and thought it was weird because it reminded her of that scene in that Labyrinth movie when Sarah falls into that pit full of hands. She closed her eyes and decided to take a nap, because she felt so tired all of a sudden, but she couldn't quite get to sleep because she kept hearing sirens all around her.