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Jul 31, 2006 00:10

And Then There Was One

Rating: PG (Also-there's no happy ending)



The other members of the FBI always thought it would be the pressure of the job that would drive Paul Smecker to drink. They were only half right. The bottle of vodka by his bed isn’t just to forget what he does in his working hours-it’s now to wash away the memories of his free time as well.

A cop helping three murderers. No, wait. Only two now. Murphy was shot two months back, coughing up his lungs in an empty warehouse with Connor holding him and screaming. Screaming at God, their Da, him, to “fuckin’ do something. Help him.”. It went on until Il Duce couldn’t stand it any more, and put both of them out of their misery. Connor with a gun butt to the back of his head, and Murphy with a kiss on the forehead and a bullet through his heart. Paul still wakes up in a sweat, remembering the lack of emotion in Il Duce’s eyes as he killed his own son. A look that is now matched in Connor.

Smecker doesn’t believe in God, but he finds himself praying at night for Connor. Let him die soon.

boondock saints, my fic

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