I've been in love with The Boondock Saints for a long while now. I always liked Murphy better than Connor, so that's why the story is going to go the way I've got it planned. This is just my take on an amazing movie, so this sentence is leading up to the always amazing..
I don't own anything from The Boondock Saints, I don't own either Norman Reedus or Sean Patrick Flannery, though I wish I did. :P This story is my personal idea taken from the movie...which I don't own..
I suck at that crap. So...if you like Connor, I'll apologize now because this story is gonna put him in a bad light...forewarning.
Let it begin!
-Murphy's POV-
When this entire operation started out, I believed in it. I followed Connor without any questions. Until Papa Joe Yakavetta was sent to the Lord by my Da, myself, and Connor. Everything made perfectly logical sense, we were doing God's work, the work that people can't and are too afraid to do. After we finished Papa Joe, Connor was never himself again. He seemed more paranoid, more OCD and stalked the victim. Before we would just bust in and blow their brains out. I only stayed on to watch his ass, make sure he didn't get himself caught. He'd become careless and wreckless. Out of control. But the truth of it is...I want out.
- Brina's POV-
The phone rang again as her door opened. She rushed to it and picked up the receiver; "Hello?" She walked over and shut and bolted the door to her apartment. These days, there was no safe place in Boston. Crime everywhere ran rampant; rapists, murderers, thieves. "I understand the rent is due tomorrow and I'm already behind a month, but I'm honestly doing the best I can. I should be getting my school check any day now." She sat down on the stool, looking out over Boston. "But if you could just give me another week, I'd ha-" She sighed and played with her shoelace. "I understand. Bye." She put the phone down and ran her fingers through her strawberry blond hair. Working part time just wasn't enough anymore to pay the bills and keep in school. She looked at the clock and read 8:34. Things would just be picking up at the bar. She went to the bathroom, fixed her makeup, grabbed her jacket and headed to McGinty's.
When she arrived, there were only a few people scattered here and there, no one sitting at the bar. She found a stool and sat down infront of Doc. "Hello, Brina. What can I get you to drink?" She smiled at him and as she pulled off her jacket, responded. "I'll just take a beer, Doc. And a shot of whiskey. Been a hell of a day." He turned around and grabbed her a beer, passing it to her then turned to get her shot. "What's b-b-been the trouble today, darlin? Fuck! Ass!" She downed the shot to keep from laughing and passed the glass back to Doc. "Got a call saying my rent is a day away from being 2 months behind. My damn school check should be here any time, but the landlord won't wait for it. I'm homeless in a week." She took a chug off the beer and set the bottle on the counter, playing with the label. "Is there anything I can do to help ya?" She smiled, but shook her head no. "I can't take any help. Especially not from you. The only thing I really can do is quit school. Find another job."
The door to the pub opened, and two men walked in, laughing and joking with each other. She turned her attention back to her beer and took another swig. "Brina, I don't mean to pry or t-t-t-to insult you, but I've got room above the pub. Would it help if I let you st-t-t-tay there? Oh, I'll be right back." He walked over to the two men who had sat at the bar, and she remembered the last time she was in the attic floor of McGinty's. Trashed and cluttered with a ton of old bar stuff. A pool table, old signs long since taken down. But there was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a couple extra rooms. He walked back over and leaned on the counter. "Doc, that's a sweet offer, but I remember the top floor being cluttered as hell with old stuff." He leaned back against the back counter and crossed his arms, smiling proudly. "It was. But I c-c-c-cleaned it out, and s-s-s-sold most of it. It's fixed up and ready for livin in. If you'd work here, I'd let you stay there."
She felt as if she could kiss Doc. "That is probably the sweetest thing I've ever been offered. I won't let you down, Doc. I promise. How soon can I move in?" She finished off her beer and pushed the bottle to him. "As soon as y-y-you'd l-l-like. Fuck!" She handed him a $20 to pay for her drinks. "I'm actually going to go and start packing now. I'll see you later, Doc."
-The Next Day-
She didn't have much to pack away. A few books, movies, her tv, dvd player, the food she did have in the fridge and freezer, her clothes, and bathroom necessities. All in all, 10 boxes were ready to go into her car. She got them loaded and over to the pub, knowing she had to get the kitchen stuff put away quickly. She opened the door to the pub and saw the same two men from the previous night sitting at the bar again. This was only strange to her, because it was 10:00 in the morning. She approached the bar. "Excuse me, Doc. Could I go ahead and get the key?" He nodded and walked into his office. The two younger men both looked at her. "Well, hello." She heard him speak before she looked. "Hi." He turned more towards her and held his hand out. "Doc's told us all about you movin in upstairs. I'm Connor. This is my brother, Murphy." She shook Connor's hand and waved to Murphy just as Doc returned with the key. "Thanks, Doc. Nice to meet you both." She had just turned to walk away when Doc hollered after her. "Brina, I'll give you today off, but I'll need your help tomorrow. Is that alright?" She smiled and nodded at Doc before she turned and walked back out the front and began carrying her boxes up the stairs and into the apartment. It was nicer than the one she had just moved from.
She spent most of her day unpacking her things and putting them into the already provided furniture. A bed was missing, but she figured she'd ask a friend with a truck for a favor. She picked up her phone and texted her, getting an answer. Thankful she had agreed, she decided one night on a couch wouldn't be so bad. She ran down the street and grabbed a pizza, deciding on a quick dinner tonight. She had almost everything ready and set up where she wanted it, all she was missing was her bed. She turned on Sister Act and laid back on the couch. She couldn't remember dreaming, but was woken to thumps. As she sat up and woke up some more, she realized it was 11:24 a.m. and someone was knocking on her door. She stood up and grabbed the knife she always kept near, before opening it. "I hope you slept alright, Brina. I was wanting you to start your shift at 8. I've got you from 8 to close. That won't c-c-c-conflict with your other job, will it?" She smiled and shook her head no. "That sounds fine. I'll be down at 8." He turned to go back down the stairs and she shut the door.
The truth was, her job was a lie. She had budgeted it where she could buy used books for $20 instead of $420, ate cheap freezer meals for dinner, skipped lunches and breakfasts, and used what money she had left to pay her rent in advance. A cell phone bill of $50 a month for unlimited was all the extra she could afford, and that was done by occasionally babysitting or doing hair and make up for prom. Any way she could get by. Her classes were too brutal and challenging enough as it was, without her having to work. Her friend Samantha showed up, and they went to her old apartment and carried down the mattress, frame, and box springs and loaded them into her pick up. "Won't you be miserable spending all your time around that pub?" Brina laughed and turned around to keep an eye on her bed. "Not really. I spend all my free time there anyways. Now, I'm just getting a killer apartment to serve a few beers and shots. I'm not complaining." Sam finally made it to the pub, much to Brina's relief. It had looked like rain all day.
Sam had finished setting up the bed just as the raindrops started pecking on the window that overlooked Boston. "Well done, Sammy. I will pay you as soon as my school check gets here. I promise." Sam hugged Brina and held her at arms length. "Don't worry about it. Consider it a housewarming present. I've gotta run, but I'll catch you later." Brina smiled and closed the door behind her friend. She quickly made her bed, put the pillows on, and flopped down on her stomach. Comforting to know she had her bed. She flipped over and looked at her watch, 6:46. She showered quickly and put on a baseball t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, adding her shoes, half boots and half sneakers, to work in. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and locked the door as she climbed down the stairs just in time. Doc and the few customers who had trickled in after a hard day of work, all had their eyes on the television. A big blue banner in white letters read: BREAKING NEWS: SAINTS STRIKE AGAIN
Brina didn't know how she felt about The Saints. They were doing, unfortunately necessary work, but it was still murdering people. Albeit, not innocent, but they were human beings. The entire city was in a split uproar about the Saints. The last big hit from them had been Yakavetta, but now they had moved on to the newest head, Don Varni Vero. He had been in the news, just like Yakavetta, for charges against him, but he weaseled out of each and every one. As it got later into the evening, the pub got more and more full of people. Around 12, Connor and Murphy showed up at the bar. The crowd was thinning out when Connor flagged her down. "Miss Brina, may we get two more? Please?" She turned and grabbed two more beers and handed them to the boys. She got lost in the crowd of people until finally, Doc, herself, and Connor and Murphy were the only ones left in the bar. She grabbed three long necks and headed to the table where Doc and the boys sat, putting her legs up on a nearby chair, handing the boys their beer. "On me." Murphy had pulled out a pack of cigarettes and was lighting one up. "Murphy, could I be a bum?" He blew smoke and held his cigarette in his lips,"Sure." He held the box to her, watched as she took one, and held his lit lighter to her. "Thank you."
She hadn't seen Doc slip out, but noticed when Connor stood up and stretched, smacking Murphy on his shoulder. "I'm headed home. You coming with?" Murphy stubbed out his cigarette and finished blowing smoke. "Nah. Think I'll hang around and have one more. I'll be there soon." Connor headed towards the door and grabbed his jacket. "Night, then. Goodnight, Brina." She smiled and waved at him. "Night, Connor." The front door shut, and it was quiet. She leaned back in her chair, took a swig from her bottle, and crossed her arms. "You don't say much, do you?" He rested his arm on the back of his chair as he turned to look right at her. "Not when Connor's interested. And, I promise, he hasn't shut up about you." She smirked at him and leaned forward. "And what would you say if I told you it's not Connor I'm interested in?" He looked at her and smiled, chuckling lightly.
That seemed to be the key to the city for Murphy. He started opening up, asking her questions about her life, answering questions she asked him. They talked, she almost cried, and they both laughed. It was during one of these fits of giggles, that she realized what time it was. "God, it's like 5. I didn't even realize how long we spent talking." She chuckled softly and rolled her head around in a circle. "I've had a good time, but I've gotta get home. Connor will be getting up to be at church." She smiled and stood up, walking with him to the door. "Well, I guess I'll see you later, then." He slipped his jacket on and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I guess so." She started to unlock the door when she noticed he was standing close. He reached up and rested his hand on her cheek. She felt her stomach turn somersaults as she felt his soft, warm lips press gently on her cheek. He pulled back and couldn't stop smiling at her as he started out the door. "Bye." He chuckled. "Bye." She shut the door and turned the lock. She flipped the lights off and climbed the stairs to her door, letting herself inside. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she undid the laces on her shoes and laid back.
She slipped off her shirt, leaving only her tank top, and snuggled under the covers, still smiling as she desperately attempted to cling to every moment. His accent, his scent, his smile. She giggled out loud, and rolled over, knowing she'd never get to sleep if she kept thinking about Murphy. But she just couldn't help it.
Chapter 1...BOOM! Finished. I may or may not have chapter 2 up tonight...I haven't really decided yet. :/ but it'll definitely be tomorrow, if not tonight.
I hope you enjoyed it, and if you read it and like it, then, please please please reply! I'd love to know what you think about it.