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AN- So, I'm going to upfront here, this chapter was taken straight from the movie. I tried to add in a few things here and there that would make it less of a transcription of the movie, but essentially it's the cat killing scene. I'm trying to stick with the storyline of the movie as best I can while still leaving room for my OC's- which is fairly difficult, considering the BDS series really doesn't leave room for the mushy gushy love stuff- but i'm still trying!

Connor POV

Roc stared at us with us with his mouth wide open. After a solid minute of looking between us, he simply picked up the bottle in front of him and took a long pull before putting the bottle down.

"Well….he took that better than I thought he would." Said Murphy dryly in between his own shots of whiskey. He looked much better than he did a week ago, stitches removed and bruises mostly faded. The cut on his throat was all but gone, nothing but a faint thin line remaining. Even the perpetual circles under his eyes had faded a little.

Roc shook his head at us again. "So that's it. You guys are just…. Walking away? Man…." He took another large swallow of alcohol. "You guys are fucking crazy. Bat shit insane." His eyes had the slightly glazed over look of a soon-to-be-very-drunk man. "Fuck… I'm fucked."

"No, you're not." I said sharply, trying to keep him from freaking out. "We're still getting Papa Joe. No worries. You'll be home free soon." He looked at me confused, then simply nodded and opened a beer. Following suit, I leaned back in my chair and stretched out, watching Rocco and Murph attempting to take shots of tequila. To-kill-ya as Ericka fondly call the substance. I shared the sentiment- the shit made me feel like dying the next morning.

I took a shot with them anyway, because, well, why the hell not? Everything was working out- We had our plans to take out Papa Joe drawn up, we were going to give up the blood and gore, and I was going home with both my brother and my girlfriend- For the first time in months, I felt hopeful. The light was at the end of the tunnel, and by God I was already basking in it.

Ericka's reaction had been priceless. We had been standing on her porch, watching the first snow fall of the season in silence when I broke the news to her.

"Hey, aingeal…" She turned her eyes up at me, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"We're done. We're…leaving."

Her face turned stony. "Come again?"

"We're going home, Murph and me. Back to Ireland." She nodded her head and sighed, pulling out of my arms.

"For how long?"

"We, uh, don't plan on coming back."

She crossed her arms and turned her head away. "Should have fucking known…" She muttered. "Should have known." Her voice cracked a little, and instantly I grabbed her and pulled her to me, frantically trying to clarify.

"Shit, no! No, Ericka, I forgot to tell you- We're taking you with us!" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "That is if you want to." I said hurriedly. "Though I don't think Murph could live without ya, and I don't know if you want that on your conscience."

She punched me in the shoulder as she laughed in relief, face alight with excitement. "Of course I want to come with y'all, ya moron! I love you!"A heavy silence fell. She looked shocked by the words that had just left her mouth. She spoke slowly, almost like she was weighing the statement on her tongue. "I fucking love you, Connor."

"Good." I grinned down at her like an idiot, blissfully happy in a way I never thought possible. "'Cos I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on ya, lass."

"Not true." She scolded, not missing a beat, though not managing to lose to the wide smile on her face.

"Not true?"

"We met once before, at McGinty's. I believe your brother was attempting to hit on me, but you stepped in for whatever reason and dragged him back to the bar. Didn't even give me a second glance."

I frowned. "Must have been pretty drunk that night to not have noticed you."

She grinned. "You were drunk enough to get into a barfight and light some guys ass on fire, I know that much."

"You were there on Saint Patty's?" She nodded, apparently coming to the same realization I was. She had been there from the very beginning and none of us had realized it.

How movielike.

"Fine. I've loved you since I first laid sober eyes on you." I amended. "Is that better?"

"Much." She said before dragging me inside. I smiled absently at the memory. Real life can be better than the movies.

"-and then I'm gonna dip my balls in marinara sauce, just so they can get a taste of home while they're at it!" Roc's voice pulled me out of my daydream. I looked up to find him standing up and gesturing to his crotch and yelling at the top of his lungs. Murph simply shook his head at him, chuckling. The cat jumped up on the table, mewing and purring as it wound it's body around a beer bottle, finally settling down on Roc's gun. Roc yelled some more obscenities and pounded his fists down the table, lost in the moment.

BAM!

"Oh shit! Fuck!"

"What the-"

"FUCK!"

All of us were up and knocking shit over, checking ourselves for bullet holes while staring horrified at the wall, yelling in half-panic , half-awe: Skippy the cat was now Skippy the bloody splat on the wall.

"Shit!"

Murph stumbled forward and leaned onto Roc for support. "I can't believe that just fucking happened!"

Roc cocked his head to the side. "Is it dead?"

Numbly I wandered back over to the kitchen table as Murph and Roc and stood transfixed in front of the gory mess. I poured myself a shot of whatever alcohol was in front of me and downed it. Murph was suddenly at my elbow, taking his own shot. Roc still stood in front of the wall, head still tilted to the left.

I walked over to Roc and steered him towards the table, Murphy handing him a shot glass full of amber liquid. "And that's why we should have tighter gun control." Roc snorted and swallowed his shot, holding his glass out for another one. I had the uncanny feeling that it was going to be a rough night.

Sure as shit, I woke up in a random corner of the apartment, unsure of how I wound up there and with a heavy head. I rummaged around for my coat and followed a likewise hungover Roc, who had been facedown in a bean bag chair, outside into the alleyway.

We both lit up and smoked for a few minutes in silence.

"Donna gonna be angery about her cat?" I asked. He laughed bitterly. "No,she's on every drug known to man. She would've sold the thing for a fucking dimebag. Screw her." He chuckled. "I do feel like kind of an asshole."

"Yeah, Roc. Sound real remorseful there."

Roc lapsed into a stony silence. "So, you guys are really leavin' eh?"

"Yeah."

"Sucks for me, kinda. Not that I blame you guys or anything, shit. If I could get outta here, I would. Truth is, I'm stuck."

I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know damn well that I can't just up and leave. Whole damn mob will be after me. And you know what, who knows? Maybe it was a mistake! Maybe Papa Joe didn't mean to set me up. I'm gonna talk to him, set the record straight. If he wanted to kill me, he would've done it by now.""

"Of course he was trying to set you up. You'd been waiting eighteen fucking years, he knows it's your one fucking shot."

"No, no man. That's just not how things are done, you know?"

"Listen, just roll it around a bit on your way in."

"No, nothing needs to be rolled, no-"

Murphy appeared out of nowhere. "Where the fuck are you going?" He looked between the two of us and figured it out instantly. "Are you a fucking retard?"

"Fuck you!"

Murphy let a frustrated growl and shoved him forcefully against the brick wall behind him. "Use your fucking brain! Of course they meant to set you up! Is it so unbelievable they don't fucking care about ya?"

"Hey, fuck you man!" Roc shoved him back and started to walk out of the alley. "Like you two fucking micks know how it works!"

"You life is not something you should gamble on!"

"Fuck it!" Murphy kicked the metal gate in front of him. "Fine! What kinda flowers you want at your funeral, ya dumb wop? Gonna be the last time I fucking see ya!" He walked back inside, already chewing on his fingernails.

"I'll be back at nine! Bury the fucking cat!"

"Listen! If you get in there and start getting a bad vibe, get the fuck out quick!"

I watched Roc walk out my sight and then followed Murphy back inside Roc's apartment. Murphy was taping up newspaper over the spot on the wall. He just shook his head at me and then plopped down in a chair at the table, pulling the phone close to him. I sat down next to him and picked up a random magazine.

Another long day. Wie wunderbar.

Murph POV

The phone shrieked. I picked it up at lightning speed, annoyed by the alarming number of telemarketers that had called. "Hello?"

"Hey, Murph." I felt a surge of relief.

"Roc, man. You alright?"

"I'm fine." Came his voice through the receiver. "Anyone call for me?"

"No, man." The downbeat tone of his voice made me concerned. "Sure you're alright?"

"Fucking fine. Catch you on the flip side." The line went dead. I slammed down the receiver, thoroughly peeved at Roc, getting a sense of how Connor must have felt when I ran off on my half cocked scheme.

The door burst open and in walked Donna and some likewise cracked out friend, giggling. They stared at us, barely managing to stand upright. Donna ogled at Connor. "Hey," she said, in what was presumably her attempt at seduction. Connor barely glanced up at her, face blank. She looked at me. "Who are you guys?" She giggled in a nasally voice.

"Yeah, are you boys interested?" her friend interjected. "You know," she said, staring at me with Xray vision. "It's the scrawny ones like you that get me hot." I heard Connor make a choking noise next to me. I fought back the urge to openly gag in revulsion.

"You know what? It's girls like you that make me contemplate batting for the other team." The chick looked at me with a rather offended look. I held up an apologetic hand. "Sorry. Just sayin' I'd sooner sleep with a man then sleep with someone as cracked out and STD ridden as you." She gave a tiny hmph noise and then crossed the tiny apartment where she collapsed on the couch with Donna, who was now giggling at something on the ceiling.

"Think that was a bit harsh?" asked Connor, not looking up from his magazine.

"Nope." I said bluntly. He smirked at me.

"Hm. You know, you should call up Smecker. Seemed like the flamboyant type. You know. Since gay is your new thing now."

"Fuck you man!" I made to punch him, but the phone interrupted me. "Hello?" I asked sharply.

"Geez, Murph, take a pill." Came Ericka's voice through the phone. "The hell's eating you?"

"Oh hey, Ericka." Connor's head shot up immediately. "Nothing's eating me-"

Connor grabbed the phone out of my hand. "He's upset that his true sexuality came out. He's in denial- ow!" I thumped him on the back of the head.

Ericka chuckled, along with another voice in the background. "That's a shame." She said, voice wry with amusement. "Because Annie was asking about you, she was gonna have me ask you to come out with us tonight. But if you're gay I'll just tell her you can't come out because you're busy with your lover Pablo-"

"Oi! What, no! Ericka, don't do this to me! I've been eyeing that one for weeks-" I said frantically. The last thing I wanted was to turn down a date with the striking redhead.

She and the other voice cackled evilly. Connor looked at me and then fell into his own fit of laughter. "It's not funny! Shut it, Conn!" Something clicked. "Erm, Ericka? You don't have the phone on speaker do ya?"

"Yes, yes she does." Came the other voice. It was higher pitched and had a soft ring to it. "So, Murphy. Is it a date, or are you indeed busy with Pablo-"

"No! I mean, yes, it's date!" Annie laughed at me. "Alright, see ya later then."

Ericka's voice came back on the line. "Okay, Murph, hand the phone over to Conn. I need to ask him something." Grinning I handed the phone to a breathless Connor, who was wiping tears of laughter from his face. "

I left the room to give them some privacy, choosing to dig around Roc's kitchen for something edible. All I was able to find were a couple things of takeout and a bottle of very old vodka in the freezer. I felt my stomach lurch and promptly put the bottle back where I found it, deciding that smoke was my safest option.

A loud crash came from the living room. I hurried out to hear Roc screaming "Pack your shit! Pack your shit! We gotta get the fuck outta here!""

"The fuck you talking about?" asked Connor who abrubtly hung up the phone. Roc looked like a madman, throwing random shit into a bag. "I fucking killed them! Killed 'em in pieces! I killed 'em all!"

I grabbed his shoulder. "Just calm down, tell us what happened!"

"No! No!" he yelled incoherently

"Rocco!" yelled Donna.

"You excited mother fucker! We gotta go!" Roc continued to move around frantically, waving an iron around in the air wildly. "Hurry the fuck up!"

I felt the urge to clock him in the face" Alright! I fucking love this shit!" I yelled sarcastically.

"What the fuck is wrong with you wrong?" tried Connor again, ever the calm one.

"Thos e cocksuckers sold me out!" I bit back the urge to tell him 'I told you so.' Connor however apparently couldn't resist.

"The fuck did I tell ya?"

"Oh what the fuck?" Roc looked around helplessly. " I did it at the lakeview!"

Connor and I both shook our head and started to gather up what shit we did have stowed away at Roc's.

"Rocco!" Yelled Donna again.

"WHAT?" Screamed Rocco. Donna looked confused. "Where's my cat." Rocco dropped his bags. "I killed your cat, you druggie bitch."

Her mouth was formed into the perfect 'o'. "God…:

"What?" her friend popped in.

"Why?" She asked, voice wavery.

"Because. I thought it would bring closure to our relationship!" He spat at her. Donna continued to whine.

"You killed my... my... "

"Your what? Your fuckin' what? Huh? Your what, bitch?" He held his gun to his head. I made to go after him, but Connor grabbed my shoulder, indictating to just keep grabbing shit and that his little fit would be over soon."I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious, little..."

"Skippy! Skippy!" Whispered Donna's friend,.

"Oh, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?" He yelled, practically jumping around.

"Don't you fucking yell at her like that you prick!" yelled her chunky friend.

"Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you fucked!"

The chick named Rayvie started to cry. Roc turned away from and grabbed his bag off the floor. "Go! Let's get the fuck outta here!"

We walked out to the car, Roc ranting the entire time. "Those rat fucks, all laughing at me and shit-"

"Sure you killed 'em all?" I asked. "Fucking A right I did, had a fucking turkey shoot over there!"

"Roc, did anyone see you?" asked Connor, throwing his armful of shit in the car.

"I might as well have gone around posting flyers." He layed his head down on top of the car, muttering more muffled obscenities.

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Liberating, isn't it?" I asked. Roc looked at me and kind of shrugged, starting to calm down.

"You know, it is a bit."

"Let's fucking go!" yelled Connor. We got in the car and drove across town, trying to get Roc to calm down. It had the opposite of the desired effect however when we drove by a strip club called the Sin Bin.

"There! That's where the fat motherfucker who set me up goes! Jerks off to the same titty dancer same night a week, never misses! He'll be there tonight!"

"So?"

"So let's kill the motherfucker!" He started ranting. "Fuck, I've got addresses, phone numbers, I know who they're fucking!" He went still as an idea formed in his head. "We could kill them all." He practically whispered, sounding like a kid in candy shop.

He has a point. We could. I looked to Connor. "So. What do you think?"

He shrugged. "I'm strangely comfortable with it."

I laughed a little, ignoring the sinking feeling in my gut as we drove off, formulating plans to whack our next victim. Not only were we breaking out our guns again before we had planned, there was no way I was going to make that date with Annie.

Roc was always the ultimate cockblock. I thought to myself humorlessly. He fucking owes me a six pack for this shit, at the very least.

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