Author's Notes
Ok, ok I know this is kinda cheesy and more than a little bit stupid but there you have it I was bored in class and I just finished watching the movie so I decided to write a story little did I know it would end up like this I've finished the whole thing so its just a matter of sitting down and typing it out, so here's the first chapter, oh yeah the time line might be just the tiniest bit screwed up ok so if you find a problem please drop me a line and ill fix it also thanks to Abi Z for letting me use her line umm go check out her fic Where They Deserve To Go! And Review!!!!!!! Ps the rating is for some language some very bad language.
Chapter 1
Where Is He?
Murphy looked at Connor, "Are you nervous?" "A bit.". "Me to." Murphy laughed as he remembered that day, he shook his head and threw a fry at his brother, just as Connor stood up the fry flew past him. Murphy look at it then at his brother, Connor looked at his brother's face and pounced on him. The door flew open Connor grabbed his gun, but it was only Doc.
"B-b-boys!" "You have to g-get down to t-t-the bar, Rocco's in a fight with the Russians, Murphy laughed "I feel sorry for the Russians!" "N-n-no t- they have guns and Rocco only has one!" "Fuck!" "Ass!"
Connor rolled off his brother and stood up strapping his guns on, "Come on Murph, we gotta go." Doc hurried off, finally the boys were done.
They ran down to the bar, the fight was still going on some off duty Irish cops had joined in the fight. "Come on Murph it looks like they need some help. The twins joined the fray Murphy had just sent a Russian to meet his maker when another came up behind him and cracked him over the head with a pipe.
Connor saw "You mother fucker!" The Russian went down never to rise again. Connor ran over to his brother, he crouched down over him "Murph, are ye alright?" "Aye, I'll be fine."
Murphy laughed and stood up and still wobbly legs, he bent over and caught his breath then he stood up and lost it again, Connor had moved off and right behind him was a Russian, Murphy saw him as he lifted his gun and cocked a look of evil delight on his pudgy face.
Murphy started running towards Conner he heard himself scream, then he heard the blast of the gun firing he jumped onto Conner knocking him over he felt the bullet as it tore through his side narrowly missing his heart and lungs. He also heard Connor scream "Noooooo." Then he heard him empty the chamber of his gun into the Russian.
That was all he heard.
When he woke up he was still lying prone on the floor with Connor crouching over him his shirt pressed against the wound which continued to bleed. "Are you ok, Murph?" "Oh, aye except for the fucking bullet wound." Connor glared at him and Murphy chuckled weakly and Connor was forced to laugh. "I don't think the would is bleeding anymore." Connor hoisted Murphy onto his back "Is the wound bleeding, Murphy?" "How the fuck should I know, I can't even see it!" "Oh shut-up you sarcastic bastard."
Back at the flat Murphy collapsed onto his mattress. Watching as Murphy blacked out again, Connor went to the stove and began to heat the iron. Connor looked at Murphy and grabbed some rope and tied Murphy down. Connor checked the iron it still wasn't hot enough so he walked out side and lit a cigarette.
Murphy screamed and Connor's heart stopped beating then it started racing he pulled his gun and ran back to the room. At the door way he stopped his eyes sweeping the room the iron was by the bed and Murphy was gone.
Ok, ok I know this is kinda cheesy and more than a little bit stupid but there you have it I was bored in class and I just finished watching the movie so I decided to write a story little did I know it would end up like this I've finished the whole thing so its just a matter of sitting down and typing it out, so here's the first chapter, oh yeah the time line might be just the tiniest bit screwed up ok so if you find a problem please drop me a line and ill fix it also thanks to Abi Z for letting me use her line umm go check out her fic Where They Deserve To Go! And Review!!!!!!! Ps the rating is for some language some very bad language.
Chapter 1
Where Is He?
Murphy looked at Connor, "Are you nervous?" "A bit.". "Me to." Murphy laughed as he remembered that day, he shook his head and threw a fry at his brother, just as Connor stood up the fry flew past him. Murphy look at it then at his brother, Connor looked at his brother's face and pounced on him. The door flew open Connor grabbed his gun, but it was only Doc.
"B-b-boys!" "You have to g-get down to t-t-the bar, Rocco's in a fight with the Russians, Murphy laughed "I feel sorry for the Russians!" "N-n-no t- they have guns and Rocco only has one!" "Fuck!" "Ass!"
Connor rolled off his brother and stood up strapping his guns on, "Come on Murph, we gotta go." Doc hurried off, finally the boys were done.
They ran down to the bar, the fight was still going on some off duty Irish cops had joined in the fight. "Come on Murph it looks like they need some help. The twins joined the fray Murphy had just sent a Russian to meet his maker when another came up behind him and cracked him over the head with a pipe.
Connor saw "You mother fucker!" The Russian went down never to rise again. Connor ran over to his brother, he crouched down over him "Murph, are ye alright?" "Aye, I'll be fine."
Murphy laughed and stood up and still wobbly legs, he bent over and caught his breath then he stood up and lost it again, Connor had moved off and right behind him was a Russian, Murphy saw him as he lifted his gun and cocked a look of evil delight on his pudgy face.
Murphy started running towards Conner he heard himself scream, then he heard the blast of the gun firing he jumped onto Conner knocking him over he felt the bullet as it tore through his side narrowly missing his heart and lungs. He also heard Connor scream "Noooooo." Then he heard him empty the chamber of his gun into the Russian.
That was all he heard.
When he woke up he was still lying prone on the floor with Connor crouching over him his shirt pressed against the wound which continued to bleed. "Are you ok, Murph?" "Oh, aye except for the fucking bullet wound." Connor glared at him and Murphy chuckled weakly and Connor was forced to laugh. "I don't think the would is bleeding anymore." Connor hoisted Murphy onto his back "Is the wound bleeding, Murphy?" "How the fuck should I know, I can't even see it!" "Oh shut-up you sarcastic bastard."
Back at the flat Murphy collapsed onto his mattress. Watching as Murphy blacked out again, Connor went to the stove and began to heat the iron. Connor looked at Murphy and grabbed some rope and tied Murphy down. Connor checked the iron it still wasn't hot enough so he walked out side and lit a cigarette.
Murphy screamed and Connor's heart stopped beating then it started racing he pulled his gun and ran back to the room. At the door way he stopped his eyes sweeping the room the iron was by the bed and Murphy was gone.