It Starts With One

A Boondock Saints Fiction

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: Hey guys. Just finished school. I know it has been forever. I'm really sorry guys. Hopefully you guys are still reading this and enjoying it. Here we go with chapter 13.

Chapter 13:

I walked down the dark hall with a pistol in my hand. I felt the walls for a doorway with my free hand. A dim light came from the end of the hall. I turned around and there was just a wall behind me. I continued to walk toward the dim light and held my pistol close.

"Autumn…" A voice came from the hall. "Where are you?"

I reached the door at the end of the hall and pushed the door open slowly. I looked inside only to find a small room with two people tied to chairs. I kept my gun out and moved slowly to the tied and beaten victims. I went around the chair to look at the victim's face.

"Connor?" The light shined on his face. Blood dripped from his forehead at a steady pace. I pulled at his ropes and found my knife to cut the ropes. When I got him free I ran over to Murphy.

"Murphy. Come on, speak to me!"

He remained to be knocked out cold. I cut his ropes from his wrists. The door burst open and Pietro entered with a smile on his face.

"And here I was thinking you'd never arrive." He spoke as he entered the room.

"If you touch them, I will kill you." I said as I pointed the gun at him.

Pietro smirked at me as four of his men walked in behind him. Two at Connor, two at Murphy.

"What are you doing?" I ran after them to get them away but Pietro held me tightly.

"Enjoy the show." He whispered.

The men pointed their guns at the brothers as they do to their victims.

"No!" I yelled as I sat up quickly and pointed my gun at the door way.

"Murphy? Connor? Rocco?" I shouted. I walked around the house as I continued to call their names. "Is anyone home?"Once every room was checked, I sighed and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I turned the coffee pot on and grabbed everything I needed while I waited for it to brew. The front door opened and then closed as I poured my cup of coffee.

"Murphy? Connor? Where have you guys been? I-" I turned and gasped.

"Autumn, it has been a long time…"

Murphy's POV:

"Don't get so worked up about it. I'm su-" I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked into the kitchen.

A coffee mug had been dropped spilling its contents along with shattered glass. Small puddles of blood accompanied the spill.

"Autumn!" I shouted and ran toward her bedroom. "Autumn!"

"She isn't here Murph…" Connor said as I ran back and forth around the house.

"Autumn!" I continued to search everywhere in the house.

"Murphy!" Connor shouted and grabbed me. "She isn't here! We are wasting time here. If you want to find her, we have to try to start searching." He shouted at me.

The phone began to ring before I could muster anything out. The three of us looked at the phone as it continued to ring. I looked at Connor who gave me a concerned look. I rushed over to the phone and picked it up.

"Pietro?" I questioned angrily.

"Ah, so we chat again Mr. Macmanus. Only this time, when you ask me where Autumn is, I can tell you."

"What the fuck did you do with her?" I shouted as I gritted my teeth together.

"I can tell you that she is in massive pain. Now tell me, would you give your life for her?"

"Where are you? You want me, fine. Let her go and I'll take care of you myself." I shouted.

"Why don't you say hello to your boyfriend…" I heard Pietro say softly.

"Murphy…?" A voice came weakly.

"Autumn!"

"Murphy!" She began to cry in hysterics.

"I'm going to get you out of there. Trust me. I'm going to help you."

"You know what I want Murphy." Pietro spoke as he took the phone back. The click came.

Autumn's POV:

Pietro crouched in front of me. "So you moved on that fast huh?"

I rolled my eyes at him as I looked away.

"I thought it would always be about us like you said. Yet your sister said that too." I looked at him in anger. "You two always were little whores." I spit blood into his face.

"Go to hell, Pietro."

Pietro wiped off his face and smirked. "Keep her tied up. Have fun with her for all I care." He spoke as he began to walk out the door. "Try to keep her alive, we need her."

"You… You're going to help me."

I didn't know who he was talking to when he said that. All I knew is that I was prepared for the worst torture of my life.