Fracture

everything connected

Several years in the past in the country of Ireland. A small pub in the distance blares the song Danny boy. The windows seemed new but the establishment seemed very old. On the name it states O'Brian but in old Irish. The people there seem to be smiling at very quiet. The place is loud but not boorish. The people dressed in common clothes of the day. The bar on the corner near the door has a jukebox of old standard and new Irish artist. Then all of a sudden, two people in gym shoes and Red Wine t-shirts walk into the establishment. The room goes quiet as they both through the door. One looks at the jukebox still baring the song Danny Boy and changes it quickly.
"This stupid piece of shit, who the fuck turn on this shit on we aren't listening to this shit no more. Now let hear some good music", said Tom.
He puts in a coin and then the music comes on and they continue to walk in the room.
(She won't come, just when you want it)
"Hey big shot how you two doing you get that steak I sent to your house for your mum", said a man at the bar.
(Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You get it right to the grill, I'm white and not ill)
"Yes we did Mr. C and our mum says come over for a drink or two with her. She says she bring the good stuff just for you", said Tim.
(A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin')
"See that why I hate about you two boys no sense of pride talking off for your country", said a man at the end of the bar.
(On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwillin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it)
"Oh why you say that old man because we can't stand that old shit don't mean I don't love my country", said Tom.
(If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg)
"If we didn't love our country we wouldn't be in the war. Thank you very much for our country we love", said Tim.
(But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz)
The people at the bar raise their beer glasses as he says country we love and cheer.
(You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man)
"Oh yeah you think blowing up people for a stupid war you don't even believe in is something. I live through more hardship then anybody in this bar. Who the fuck makes you think your so somebody special. You both are nothing to me you and your retarded brother. I hardly ever see that boy speak. Are ya stupid boy", said the man.
(You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down)
"Hey my brother not stupid", said Tim.
(No fuckin' around)
Tom walks up to the man quietly and smiles.
"Look at that shit he stupid as the shit n my shoes huh boy ya want something huh", said the man.
A man on the side of them smiled a little then looked back. Then Tom walk to the side of Tim and whisper to him (Watch this). He then picked up a bar stool from the side of the bar.
(Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me)
All the people in the bar heard were a giant slam. Tom slammed a bar tool so hard on the man head in bent to the side.
(You shouldn't play, and by the way)
Then Tim slammed his shoe in the guy head so hard in broke his jaw. Then they both punched the guy on the side who laughed with the guy. They both gave each other head butt and walked over the guy to their favorite table.
(Top o' the mornin' to ya)
A man walks over to them with a bag then walk out of the bar.
"It looks like we got a job to do Tim", said Tom.
"Oh I got a job to do with Mary O'Hanlon right there. Hey get the job done I'll be right there this won't take long trust me", said Tim.
"Oh I know it won't I live with you too long to not know that", said Tom.
"Hey now look I the one every girl loves so who's to say", said Tim.
"You're a bastard Tim", said Tom.
"Oh that what your girlfriend said after I came in her ear", said Tim.
"Well don't be long ok I need someone to my wing man for the job ok", said Tom.
Tom walks out of the bar, walks to the end of the road, and gets in a car where the keys are already in the car. He then starts the car and drives ten miles up to a church. A man is already there with papers in his hand.
"Where your brother" he said.
"My brother working on important business right now you have me I'll do the job right now", said Tom.
"Well I don't know you have to do this real quick there station on the hill on the next town over we need you to set up a blast through the whole hill can you do it all by yourself by the end of the night for tomorrow", said the man.
"I can do it sir by myself just give me the equipment you want me to use and I be fine", said Tom.
"Well good man we have the plastic as you would say the good stuff. We also have guns we have one Russian gun them they use for wars such as a hand and ours gun for when things get crazy, but they won't right boy. You can handle this by yourself right boy. I don't have to say what will happen to you, your brother, and your mother if somebody caught you doing this. You not only go to jail you be shot dead by the police there. There is no justice for people like us", said the man.
"So you want me to blow the place to send a message right", said Tom.
"That right and I need you to blow it so they know better to come so close to us. Can you do that for me", said the man.
"Well there something I wanna ask you before I accept the job what the code", said Tom.
"Yeah right tom like there a password for us I've known you for years like I betray you", said the man.
"Well I say that we know each other for some time and I'll be honest that I would never think until just right now that you would do anything to me ,but there one thing that I can't stop thinking about since we started talking" ,Said Tom.
"So what that", said the man.
"Well it the thing about stuff when you get used to things like this and you have a job like this that makes you do things that make lots of enemies. You know to look at the whole picture and not just believe your friends. You see their tells you can tell when they lying to you. You can tell when they doing something they not supposed to be doing", said Tom.
"Well good damn you Tm to think that a man like me and a man like you would have this talk. I never see the day I remember when you were born boy. I knew your father don't you know", said the man.
"Well speaking of my father you used to beat me my brother and my mother ass everyday so bringing his name in the conversation don't tell me nothing but you a damn liar that what I think", said Tom.
"Well that a damn shame my good boy. I never wanted to see your face when I shot you in the head see I wanted this to be clean tom. I wanted people to just say you die a hero and your brother was never there. All you had to do is go on this job and die. That what they said to me the police, they said that if I get you two. That me and my family can get a passport to wherever I want just do this one thing", said the man.
"Well there we have it your true colors are born. You are damn fool you know that Mr. Bleu. You say you're a man of this war but you never really understand what it meant did you", said Tom.
"Boy I been alive fighting this war for longer you been alive", said Mr. Bleu.
"Oh I bet you been alive a long time and you done a lot for the cause I'll give you that but the taste of blood never sit well with you did it Mr. Bleu. You never really got that killing people was going to be your job so you started to drink. You drink so much that you sleep with anything with a pussy. You got so bad the people at the pub could not protect you from your wife. She would come screaming in the bar, but you were so gone you slap her around like a bum dog. I remember when your daughter would cry to our door step telling me and my brother about what you do how you hurt her ma so hard her teeth would come out oh I remember. I remember so well that it mad me hate you Mr. Bleu. Through about it was you were in the war and we let this shit pass time and time again. It made me sick to my stomach how you treated your family who protected you from the police even then", said Tom.
"Oh you think you know me boy huh you think you know Mr. Bleu do ya", said Mr. Bleu.
"Oh you think I do Mr. Bleu I think I know you very well so much in fact that I know when you lying to me. I never got a mission from that man in my life nor so my brother Mr. Bleu. You think my brother and me stupid. Oh we a lot of things in this world we bastards. We are thieves. We will sleep with your wife even if you in the room, but there one thing we are not and that we are not stupid", said Tom.
"Well you can't be that bright Tom I'm the one with the gun about to shoot you in the head", said Mr. Bleu.
He raises the double barrel shotgun to him. Tom puts his hands up as he raises it to his head.
"Is there anything you wanna say like your last words Tom", said Mr. Bleu.
"Well when you go to hell. Tell my dad ma doing fine and she stomps on your grave everyday then have the dogs piss on it", said Tom.
All you hear is echo blast through the nigh and blood and brain fly through the air straight towards Tom.
"Fucking piece of shit shoot my damn brother. I'm the only person in this world who have a right to shoot this bastard in the head", said Tim.
"Damn what took so you so long I had to stall him for so long I almost didn't make it", said Tom.
"Oh sorry Mary wanted to go another round and I had to give her some icing on the cake", said Tim.
"You almost got me killed because you wanted to give a girl a White Christmas and you got brains in my mouth can't you shoot right I was right in front of him ", said Tom.
"Oh like I get you killed and the brains will get out", said Tim.
"You know what you're a retard you know that", said Tom.
"Hey don't call me a retard now let go home ma made dinner", said Tim.
"Ok Tim but I'm still mad at ya I'll have brain taste in my mouth for the next week", said Tom.
(Top o' the mornin' to ya)
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