The Boondock Saints xReader One Shots (Taking Requests)

Psycopath Part 5 (PlatonicBoysxReader)

Previously:
He had to supress his own cry of alarm when he behind Benjamin Ansten outside the window a few feet away, looking closely at something in his hand.

What the fuck was going on?

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Coming quickly away from the windowsill, Murphy snached you up by the waist and tossed you over his shoulder. You gave a happy little laugh of enjoyment as he lead you out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom where there were no windows to be seen.

Connor hesitantly took a glance out the window just to get a look at Ben. He had to see it with his own eyes to know it was real. Why the fuck would this guy be outside their window at 11pm?
It was extremely unsettling, like most things that seemed to come along with you.

You blabbered incoherently, trying to make Murphy understand something that you just couldn't say. "Listen, listen, listen to me!" You exclaimed, your voice growing louder in volume as you became more flustered. "Get me over-help!-just! Please? I need to get it out! Get them out! Blood, I need the blood!"

Your face was ernest and desperate and you gestured violently with your hands, but poor Murphy had not the slightest clue what you were going on about. "What?! I don't understand, just slow down, Lass!" He pleaded, grabbing your wrists to make your arms stop flailing everywhere.

"But I-I can't. Get it. Out. If you wont LISTEN!" You shouted, your voice strained with stress. How did he not understand you? It was ergent! The feeling swarming inside your chest was similar to the feeling of having something extremely important to tell someone in a dream, but not being able to say it.

"okay okay okay, I'm sorry! Just calm down! I can't understand ya if ya won't talk clearly!" Murphy exclaimed, getting more flustered. Connor came into the bathroom when he heard the shouting.

You were sitting on the counter, almost in tears, and Murphy was standing in front of you with a grip on your wrists. He looked pained as well. "Woah what's wrong with 'er?" Connor asked heatedly, stepping into the room.

Murphy looked relieved to be able to talk to someone who wasn't losing their shit. "I don't know, she ain't makin' sense!" He told his brother, releasing your wrists. 

"You don't understand!" You practically screamed. Murphy turned back to you with a bewildered expression. "No! I fuckin' don't!" You both glared daggers at each other. "Okay! That's enough! Murph, go have a drink and calm the fuck down." Connor ordered.

Murphy definitely didn't need to be told twice. He left the room with considerable speed and went to get a beer and a cigarette.
Connor turned back to you. You were still on the countertop, looking stressed to a breaking point.

He walked in front of you and you immediately took his hand with speed that alarmed him. You brought his hand to your shoulder. "Feel!" You damanded. "Feel intil you find it! I can't find it! But I know it's there, they put it there!"

Connor didn't move his hand from where you had put it on your shoulder, for he didn't want to upset you further, but asked calmly, "feel for what, Lass?" To which you had to puase for a long time, getting a look you get when in deep thought,  before saying slowly, "a bump."

Seeing the look of confusion on his face, you added helpfully, "up and down. Feel up and down. Tell me when you feel a bump. I can't feel it, I don't know why, but I know it's there."

It didn't make the least bit of sense to him, but he decided to just follow your instructions and see if maybe the tightly wrapped mystery of your words would unravel.

He was looking for a bump in your arm? Why?

He slowly moved his hand down your arm, feeling the scabs from the many cuts you had on your arm. His fingertips grazed your skin, feeling for anything that might make your words more clear in meaning. You watched him intensely, waiting for him to tell you he found what he was looking for.

When he found nothing of the sort, he looked up to you questioningly. "The other one!" You said, shoving your other arm in his direction so he could repeat the same treatment he gave the other one. He sighed, compiling with your wishes.

After a few moments of examination, again he found nothing. He about about to inform you of such, when suddenly he felt it.

In your shoulder, just under your skin, was a bump of some sort. It was very slight, and invisible to the human eye, but definitely there. You could run your fingers over it, but it would be easy to miss.

"I don't understand....what is it?" Connor asked you, running the tip of his finger over the little bump under your skin a few more times to make sure he wasn't imagining it. 

"You found it?! I told you it was there!" You exclaimed, making him draw a small 'x' over the spot so you didn't loose it. "What is it, Lass?" Connor asked you again.  You didn't reply, just jumped off the countertop and spet off into the boys' room.

You shot under Murphy's bed, pulling out the knives he had hide there. "Woah. What are ya doing?!" Connor asked in bewilderment as you shoved a large knife into his hand. "Get it out." You ordered sternly, turning so that your shoulder was easily accessible to him.

"What are you talking about?!" He asked, to which you turned to give him a hard look and say, "Get. It. Out!"

"What do ya want me to do, cut'cha open where that little bump in yer arm is at? Why? What is it?" He damanded. "It's them! It's how they find me!" You spit, trying to form a sentence he would understand. "Please just do it!"

Hesitantly and carefully, Connor make you sit so he could be more steady. You had barely missed the spot in question when you cut yourself up.

He didn't like this one bit. You seemed to be amune to pain, however, and didn't even flinch slightly when he made a small cut, nor did you make a face or anything. You didn't seem to notice the knife dig into your skin.

He made quick work of the business, and was completely confused when a tiny black chip of some sort oozed out the spot he cut into with just a tiny bit of pressure.

"What the fuck...?" He whispered to himself, taking it between his fingers and wiping off the blood. You looked at it scornfully and then muttered, "the blood...."

There was no doubt about what it was. It was a GPS of some sort, inserted into your arm so whoever you had escaped from could track you.

"Who are you?!" Connor burst out.

Okay tell me what you think of this chapter guys, I think it's getting a little more exciting!!!