AN: Whoo! New chapter! So this chapter finishes up the movie and then there's the epilouge and then it's done! But I kinda have an idea for a squeal so we'll see if that ends up happening!
Anywho please enjoy this chapter and don't hate me at the end!
FanFicGirl10:I know that there was a lot! Like I said I had way too much fun with that! But I know! Something is actually going right for them for once...at least until this chapter! Read to figure it out!
Ragdoll88: I know me too! I hope that I hear back from him! He seems like the kind of person who would reply but we'll see! So far no news yet! But awe thank you! I'm so glad that you like! I've really enjoyed writing it as well!
Sissymac: Sorry, I know that it was like super long but there were just too many memories! There were even some that I had forgotten about so it was probably good to go back and reread those parts!
Shorty22133: Thanks! I really liked the idea of her basically reliving her life in the matter of like a few minutes. But I'm glad that you liked the idea! And I hope that this chapter lives up to your expectations!
And I just realized guys that this is the second to last chapter. Man that went by way to fast! Well anywho please review! I hope you guys enjoy it! And remember don't hate me!
- Chapter Fifteen -
"Murphy" I whispered coming out of my memories.
"I'm right here love," my husband told me as he grabbed my hand.
I sat up and looked at him. "I remember."
"What? What do you remember?" he asked me, hope gleaming in his eyes.
"Everything," I told him with a smile.
"Oh thank God," Murphy sighed out as he wrapped me up in his arms. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and kissed the tattoo he had there. "I love you so much Elliot," he told me.
I smiled against his neck and whispered back, "I love you too my Saint." I pulled away from him so that I could kiss him. I brought my lips to his and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster in my bruised and broken state.
Murphy and I didn't part until Connor loudly cleared his throat. I pulled away from the love of my life and smirked at this twin brother. "Little jealous there Conn?" I teased him.
"We don't got time for this right now Elliot, we gotta go," he told me. I nodded at him and stood pulling my husband with me.
"You got a gun I could barrow?" I asked my boys.
Murphy smiled at me and pulled out an extra pistol. He handed it over to me and said, "Always loved a girl with a gun."
I kissed his cheek as I cocked the gun. The familiar sound was comforting to me and I nodded to Connor. He moved out the door and Murphy followed him. I followed after my husband.
We walked from the room I had been held captive in. We moved up the stairs and were walking along a hallway when Connor suddenly stopped. He pointed at the wall next to us.
I moved closer to it and pressed my ear against. I could hear three different men talking on the other side but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I held up three fingers to the twins. We all pointed our guns at the wall and then shot.
We then ran down the rest of the hallway and paused on the side of the window.
Murphy turned to me and looked me dead in the eyes. "Cops are gonna be here any minute Elliot. Go through the front door get out of here," he told me.
"Are fuckin' crazy!" I hissed at him. "I just got you back! I'm not losing you again. Forever and always Murph."
He sighed but nodded anyways knowing that he couldn't change my mind. We grabbed hands and joined Connor at the window.
"One!" Connor yelled.
"Two!" I yelled.
"Three!" Murphy yelled.
We jumped. We flew through the air and smashed through the glass of the greenhouse I had seen on the way in. We landed on a pillar in the middle of the greenhouse. I ended up in between Connor and Murphy being protected as always.
Outside the greenhouse a dozen or more men came flying out from behind trees. Guns went off and I didn't know who I was shooting anymore. To the side of us I could see Da shooting as well.
That's when it happened.
The bullet tore through the right part of my chest. I fell from the pillar clutching my chest and my under my growing bump. I couldn't let anything happen to them. I hit the ground with hard thump.
I could still hear the sounds of gunfire going on around me. I was fearful not only for my life but for my boys lives as well. I clutched my bleeding chest as the firefight raged on around me.
I had been shot before but nothing like this. Getting shot in the leg or arm was a whole other story compared to getting shot somewhere important. You could get shot in the leg and live. You couldn't get shot in the chest and live.
"Elliot!" Someone yelled. I wasn't sure who though. I watched as my boys circled around me, killing everyone who was ready to ambush us.
"Murph," I whispered and he dropped beside me. I reached my bloody hand out a pressed it to his cheek. "Save them." I reached into my pocket and pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
I gasped as the words and my movement made pain shoot through my chest. Blackness blurred my vision. I knew that I was falling. I could hear him in the background yelling at me, but it was too late.
I was no longer an Angel.
- Murphy's POV -
I saw Elliot fall from in between Conn and I. "Elliot!" I screamed as I continued to shoot the motherfuckers surrounding us. I had just gotten my wife back and I wasn't about to let her go again.
Conn and I jumped down from the pillar, not even having to say a word to communicate. We circled around the statue until I got close enough to drop next to my wife.
"Murph," she whispered as I feel to my knees beside her. She reached into her pocket and grabbed out a piece of paper. I knew that it was the same one that had triggered her memories. She pressed the paper into my hand and placed a bloody hand to my cheek. "Save them," she whispered.
Then her eyes closed.
"No! No!" I screamed. "Elliot! Wake up! Please no!" But then I saw it. The small movement of her chest raising and falling. She was still alive, but I could tell that it wasn't by a lot.
That's when I looked at the picture. It was of two little circles in a blurry background. I had watched enough T.V to know that this was from Elliot's doctor appointment before she was taken. This was of my children, my twins.
"Murph come on!" I heard someone yell but I wasn't sure who. I shoved the picture into my pocket, got up and continued to fight on. That's when two bullets hit me. One through my right shoulder and one through my left calf.
I dropped to the ground but continued to shoot. I crawled over to Da, who was on the ground as well. As soon as I got to him I cradled him in my arms and took off his sunglasses.
"Connor!" I screamed praying to God that he wasn't hurt.
"Murph!" came the reply.
I let out a relieved sigh and then focused back on Da as he spoke. "Take me to him! Take me to him!" Connor came stumbling over then. Together we hauled Da to his feet and got him up the stairs he had been laying on.
Once we got to the top I saw the there was an old man sitting in a chair. "I'll see you in a minute, Louie," Da told him. The man nodded. Da raised his gun and ended the man who had put him in jail's life.
That's when Da dropped. Connor and I huddled over him. "No Da. Don't leave. God no," I heard my twin say as tears ran down both our faces.
"Look, look boys," Da gasped out looking above us to the sky. Connor and I looked up as well before looking back down at our dying father. "It's so beautiful. It's a beautiful day."
"No," Conn gasped out.
"It is, Da," I told him as I press my hand to his cheek.
"It's beautiful," Conn said agreeing with me.
Then his eyes closed. I knew that he had lost his battle but in the end he had won by going after Louie. I rubbed my thumb over his cheek then noticed something.
"Conn," I said nudging my twin's shoulder. I grabbed the picture of us with Ma when we were little out of Da's hat. "He kept it all these years."
More tears ran down Conn's face as he took the picture from me. I then pulled out the one Elliot gave me.
"And shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So, we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomini Patri e fili e Spiritu Sancti," Conn and I whispered at the same time as I put Da's rosary back on him. We made the sign of the cross over him.
I then got up wordlessly and walked over to Elliot. She was still breathing but I wasn't just gonna leave her there. Not this time.
I scooped her up into my arms and then followed my limping twin to through the house.
We walked out the front door to see more cops than I had ever imagined before. Conn and I turned back to back and I saw that we were completely surrounded.
"Drop your weapons!" I heard a man call over the speaker system.
I heard Connor's pistol clang to the floor and I let my own gun fall from my grasp. I kept Elliot cradled as close as possible to me, not wanting to let her fall from my grasp so soon after I had gotten her back. I was never letting her go again.
- Eunice's POV -
After I had given the boys the information they needed I decided I needed a change of looks. I cut my hair short and dyed it black so that no one would recognize me. Then I got the call.
I met up with a priest named Sibeal not too long after the boys had been captured. It had been all over the news that the Saints had been caught, but there was nothing about their angel. I hoped that after everything my best friend would make it out alive, along with those twins she was carrying.
Father Sibeal and I walked along a beach as he explained things to me. "It's a non-expedition country. Passport under a fake name, money, contacts and a map to your final destination," he told me.
"Which is?" I asked giving him a sideways glance.
"A monastery at St. Ackzoo," he replied.
"A monastery?" I asked confused.
"Monasteries enjoy the protection of the holy scene, not even subject to local laws, searches, ect. A sanctuary within a sanctuary," he told me as he ushered me into a little boathouse. From inside I could see a man fishing off the side of the dock. I looked at Sibeal as he said, "He's gonna take you by boat to a private airstrip down the road, we have arranged for your traveling, off the books of course."
But of course I was still confused. "Father, I'm not one to refuse gift but you still haven't told me how you're involved in all this. And second I didn't disappear, you showed up with plans and paperwork in hand, like you knew before I did," I told him.
"The lord works in mysterious ways my dear," he told me. "We just wanted you to know that you aren't alone. We have many resources."
"You keep saying 'we'. Now who is 'we'?" I asked him, my voice dropping to a threatening tone.
"You ready to go?" a voice called.
My mouth dropped open. There was no fucking way. I took my glasses off and looked at Father Sibeal, who wouldn't meet my eyes.
"I hear they party pretty hard at that monastery," the man fishing told me.
I slowly walked over to him, my heels clicking on the wood of the dock. I stared at my mentor in shock. He gave me a once over as well as I continued to stare at him.
"Oh," he said looking back at the water in front of him. "I'm not sure I'm in love with that new look you're sporting, Betty Boop."
"I attended your funeral you son of a bitch!" I told him.
"I know. Loved your shoes. The skirt was a little risque for a funeral. But then again, who am I to question one's sense of individuality," he told me but I cut him off.
"What is this?!" I yelled at him.
Smecker looked over at me. "Keep it down. You don't want to scare away my little fishes," he told me.
I spit my gum into the water and yelled, "Fuck your fish! What the hell is going on here?!"
Smecker put down his fishing rod and stood. "Our exposed young lady. You're a very clever little girl Eunice. That's why I chose you. Now it's time for you to put your thinking cap on," he told me mocking my southern accent. I glared back at him. "We got all the financial backing and protection of the biggest corporation in the world. And two CEOs worthy of the public's trust. Now, what do you think is going on here?"
That's when it clicked. "You wanna get them out."
"I wanna get them out, get them working, take this thing to a whole new level. Where are they being held?" Smecker asked.
"The Hoag just ain't any prison," I told him.
" Wrong, that's exactly what it is," he replied. "Just another prison. Run by men. Men, as we both know are fallible."
"Well whatever we do, we gotta do it quick. Those boys aren't safe in there," I told him.
"Oh I don't know. A little birdie told me that they would be just fine," he told me.
I gasped at him. "Would this little bird be named Elliot?" I asked.
"Excatly," he told me with a smile.
"You do know she's pregnant, with twins no less," I told him fearing for my best friend's safety.
"I know. And I'll take care of it."
- Murphy's POV-
It wasn't long before Conn and I were sitting in our hospitalized jail cell, our wounds patched up, waiting to heal and have a court date. Romeo was hooked up to a bunch of machines and we weren't sure if he would ever wake from his coma. There was no news on Elliot.
On the outside of the prison we heard there was a riot of people chanting for our release. Outside our window though was the jail yard.
Conn and I looked at each other and sat up. We looked at the guard at our door and he took his finger off of the trigger.
My twin and I stood and looked out the window. Dozens of prisoners stood looking up at us. I made the shape of a gun with my hands and Conn waved his finger at the inmates.
Then I realized, jail might actually be fun.
Then our cell door opened. A civilian walked in. I had no idea who he was or what he was doing here.
"Mr. MacManus, I have some news on your wife."
AN: DUNH DUNH DUUUUUUNH! I love cliffhangers so much! Well anywho please review you guys! I hope that you liked it! I think that this is probably my most favorite chapter so far in this story! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW
But now I have a really great idea for a squeal but it won't come for a while yet cuz I have a ton of other stories that I've been neglecting to work on. So basically I want to get those finished and then I'll start the squeal to this.
But in the meantime there still is the epilouge to look forward to! Stick around for that because it's gonna be good!