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: Happy St. Patrick's Day! Also some mild language in this chapter. Also sorry for any typos.

Song: Apocalyptica "End Of Me" feat. Gavin Rossdale

Chapter 14:

Autumn's POV:

My head was sent with an intense pain to the left. Blood shot from my mouth with a force even Mother Nature couldn't conjure. I spit out the remaining blood and felt some drip down from my nose. It rain down across my lips and down to my chin. I didn't think I had any more blood left to spill…

"Where are they Autumn?" Mark spoke angrily.

I stayed looking down at the ground. My head was still turned down to the ground on my left. He grabbed my face and forced me to look him in the eye.

"Stop playing games you little bitch. Tell me where they are and things won't turn out as badly for you!" He snarled.

I looked at him and my lips crept into a smile. Before I knew it I was laughing in hysterics. "Did Pietro tell you to say that? Did he tell you to tell me that if I cooperate that I would have my freedom? Or maybe it was to still beat the shit out of me, but not as forceful. He always way a manipulative prick. You want to know where they are?" I asked and Mark looked agitated.

"Unfortunately for you, you'll get the same answer. I don't know where they are." I said.

Mark backhanded me as he muttered, "Stupid bitch." I quickly look back and spit in his face.

He wiped the blood from his face angrily and forced me to the ground as he grabbed onto my throat. I struggled helplessly as I was tied to the chair, unable to get away from his grasp.

"Keep playing games then." Mark spoke and let me go.

I gasped for air as he opened the door and the light that came in left as soon as it appeared…

The creaking of the door came hours later. My head hung low. I didn't have much strength left.

"Sweet child…" Pietro's coo came along with his footsteps. "Why didn't you just play along?"

"What do you want from them?" I asked with the small amount of energy I had. "Surely this can't be because they found out what I'm doing…"

"No… It isn't that. You see, I have been tracking them for a while. You just helped me land them right into my hands a lot easier. They killed a couple of my contacts in order to 'Cleanse the world of evil' as they think they should do. In another stand point, they took you from me… I don't appreciate that." He answered.

"What do you care of me? You have many puppets. I am just one. I was one of your puppets. I did what you ask. Why must you hold me here? Let me leave." I spoke and looked up into his eyes.

He kneeled down to my eye level with a crooked smile. "And miss the reunion? I think you would be upset with me further if I dare let you miss that."

"Reunion…?" I asked.

His smile stayed upon his lips. "Well of course. You didn't think I brought you here without a plan? You are just the puppet… Like you said."

"So help me God Pietro if you hurt Murphy or Connor I will kill you…" I said with my teeth gritted together.

He chuckled and placed his hand on my cheek. "I plan to do much more than just hurt them."

He stood without another word and walked to the door.

"Pietro, you son of a bitch, I'll kill you!" I yelled at him as I shook the chair violently to be rid of my bounds.

"Pietro!" I screamed.

Murphy's POV:

I had stocked up on all the guns and everything I needed. If Pietro wanted a fight, I was going to give him one. I would kill him for hurting Autumn. I didn't know what kind of torture she was going through. All I knew was I needed to get her out as soon as possible. There was a letter in our mailbox. They were just like the letters Autumn had been receiving. This time however, it was leading to Autumn. I didn't waste any time to get to her. Connor drove as he felt I would get us killed before we could even reach if I drove.

"Can't you drive any faster?" I asked impatiently.

"I'm already going faster than I'm supposed to be. We'll be lucky if we don't get any cops around here." Connor answered with agitation.

"Well at this rate she is going to die!" I shouted.

Connor glared at me at the corner of his eye. "Do you think I don't want to help her too? Stop acting like you're the only one who cares Murphy. I'm doing my best to get through people without an accident!"

"Just fucking drive." I muttered and lit of cigarette.

Autumn's POV:

It felt as if a whole day had passed… Maybe it had? I had lost track of minutes, hours, days. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how long I had been here for. The torture had not stopped. Although it had went from finding out their whereabouts, to just beating me just to beat me. Pietro had a sick vision of love and interest at heart.

The door opened and I looked up in anger. If someone tried to beat on me again… I'd kill them. I would find a way out of my binds. I refused to be a victim. I refused to be a puppet to be played with. But the words that came were… unexpected.

"Unbind her." Pietro said as he entered behind Mark and another. As they did I quickly stood and rubbed my wrists. "Leave us." He spoke and smiled at me.

The door closed behind Mark. Pietro stood with his arms crossed behind his back.

"What do you want? Is this some kind of new sick joke of yours? Now what?" I began to shout.

"No need to shout dear. I have no further intention to hurt you, only to introduce you to your reunion."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I exclaimed. He walked over to a mirror.

The mirror flicked to a window and inside the room was a blonde woman bound to a chair. Bloodied and beaten. I moved closer with wide eyes and looked at the woman.

"What…" I whispered. "What is going on?" I asked and looked at Pietro.

"Enjoy it if you can." He spoke and smiled. I eyebrows furrowed as he left the room and I heard it lock.

My eyes never left the woman. She was a resemblance of me. The blonde hair, the pain that I had felt. Why hadn't it struck me earlier…

"Anne..." I whispered.

She looked up and around. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and smiled.

"I know you can hear me Autumn. Of course you can't respond, but you can listen to my words." Anne spoke. She looked over to the mirror. It was as if she saw me. Her eyes bore into me.

"You left me… You left me to this fate. Pietro was the only one here for me. I use to care where you went. I use to think that maybe you would find me. We would run off together and start off new. I thought you'd take care of me. None of this matters much anymore. I will have my vengeance…"

She let her head fall back down as if she did not have the strength to hold it up.

The sound of gun shots went off. I looked to the sound and my eyes widened. I could see a smile etch across her lips. "It has begun." She spoke.

The sounds of men in agony reached my ears. No sound of pain escaped my ears.

"Autumn!" His sweet voice filled the air when the gun shots had ceased.

"Murphy!" I screamed. "Murphy! I'm in here!"

"Autumn?" Connor called.

Anne lifted her head slightly. She yelled for them weakly at first, and then her voice grew. I continued to yell for them trying to overpower her voice. I watched helplessly as Murphy broke down the door to Anne's room.

"Autumn!" He exclaimed as he ran and then slid to a stop in front of her.

"Oh Murphy! I knew you would come. I knew you would…" Anne spoke softly as she nestled her face into his neck as he held her.

"Murphy no! I'm Autumn. Murphy Please!" I screamed as I banged on the window. None of them flinched at the noise. They couldn't hear anything coming from my room…

Connor cut her loose and she wrapped her arms around Murphy. "I'll wait right outside…"

"You're hurt." Murphy spoke as Connor left.

"Connor!" I screamed. "Don't leave him in there! Connor!"

"I'll be fine. I'm just so glad to see you." She spoke as a true actress. "I'm sorry I dragged you down into this. I'm sorry I involved you…"

I continued to bang on the glass. I tried everything I could for him to hear me. "Murphy…" I whispered.

Murphy placed his thumbs on her lips as he would do to me when he was shushing me.

Tears fell down my eyes as I watched them. He pressed his lips against Anne's. I couldn't look away as if it were a train wreck. Even if he didn't know it was Anne, it struck my heart deeply.

Anne reached for something at her waistline. The light reflected a glint and I realized it was a knife.

"Murphy!" I screamed and banged on the window again.

"You've made your final mistake…" Anne whispered into his ear. He looked at her with an odd expression.

"Aut-" My name came to a halt as she pushed the blade into him.

"No!" I screamed. "Why Anne? Why are you doing this!" I screamed as I cried into hysterics.

I banged on the glass with everything I had. Anne left the room through a back door, but not before giving me a foul smile. I stood there helpless as I watched Murphy lay on the ground…