Boondock Saints

Chapter 11

We pulled around the back and waited.  A black van pulled up next to the entrance and Rocco said, " That's him." And he started to get out of the car and loaded his guns. I climbed out with Murphy and Connor and we pulled our masks on.

We went around the back, just as Connor was about to pull the door open to the stripper's dressing room, he turned around and started to laugh.  This isn't a laughing matter, I looked around confused. 

Murphy turned around and looked at Rocco and doubled over laughing, I turned to look at Rocco and saw that his mask was ripped to shreds.  "What did you do to your mask, Roc, a dog ate it?" I said between laughs.

"What? You guys got masks."

"You look like mush mouth out of fat Albert." Connor chuckled.

"Fine. Fuck it.  When we're through she can I.D me. I don't care, just trying to look professional, but no!"

We don't have time for this, "Rocco put the damn mask on, you look fucking scary man." I whispered and turned the doorknob.

Rocco barged past me, with his mask off, I rolled my eyes and followed close behind.  He grabbed a random girl and put a gun up against her head screaming, "You scream you're dead! Which one is he in?" The girl started to cry, and I felt bad for her but this had to be done. 

She pointed to one of the rooms and Rocco walked over still holding the girl.  "Oh this one sick motherfucker." He cursed.  I rolled my eyes again, "Rocco just kill the guy." He lifted up his gun and started to shoot at the glass.  They walked in the room and stood over Vincenzio's dead body and Connor put the coins on his eyes and quietly say their prayer.

We were about to leave when we heard a small noise coming from another window.  "It's like a scumbag yard sale." Murphy muttered. 

"Oh man. You gotta let me do this guy's." Rocco pleaded, "I'm such a moron, I gotta make up for that tit thing." I could feel a pair of eyes looking at me, I looked up and saw Connor look at me, but I immediately looked away my cheeks becoming red and my fists clenched.  This is all Rocco's fault. This is disgusting.  I glared at Rocco and said, "No, I'll do it." Before he could answer, I lifted up my gun and stepped closer to the window and shoot through the glass.

I stepped in and shot the guy in the head and saw that he was wearing a watch, so I shoved it in his mouth and stepped back and admired my work.  I could sense Connor and Murphy gap at me behind me, "He deserved it the fucking bastard." I said to no one in particular. 

I looked over at the woman trembling and trying to cover herself.  I took off my leather jacket and gave it to her, "Go home." I said and the boys and I walked out.

We went back to Rocco's place, thankfully those girls were gone. Connor grabbed some beers and handed them to us. 

"Alrigh. Let's talk some business here.  I know a sick fuck that makes the ones we've been doin' look like alter boys. The guy takes out a whole family-wife, kids, everyone. Worst night of my life." Rocco started.  I couldn't help but sigh, Rocco's plan's never go out accordingly.

But this time I knew who he was talking about, this man, Rocco's right about him, he's twisted.  He was at one of my boss' meetings once.  Didn't talk much, he a was tall man and wore a long trench coat and black gloves.  He had a grey beard and could speak almost any language.  He had a limp and a crooked smile.  He was known to others as den blodig jagare( the bloody hunter).

I shook the thought from my head, "I know who you're talking about, he's my uncle." I said looking across the table at the boys.

Rocco and the boys stared at me, "the bloody hunter is your uncle! Why didn't you say anything! This guy's sick!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Rocco, but you didn't exactly mention that you going to hunt him down til now, and yes den blodig jagare is my uncle." I started to mix swedish with english since I was getting angry.

"Then let's go hunt." Connor looked at me for my approval.  I hesitated but in the end nodded. 

He deserved it after all he did, to my people, even though he is my blood.  I grabbed a black hoodie, if you can't tell my wardrobe doesn't really have any vibrant colors. I also grabbed my combat boots and two extra hair ties.  I strapped my gun to my belt and hide a knife in it's cover inside of my boot.

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We pulled up in front of my uncle's house, I've only ever been here once when I was 6 but it looked pretty much the same.  I knew my aunt would know the code, so we went around the back of the house and found her in the kitchen. 

"Cora?" She looked shocked, "You need to get out now, before your uncle finds you." She looked around panicked. 

"Who are these guys? Cora what's going on?"

"Julie, you need to give me the garage code. Now that's a demand."

"But.... Cora you don't know what you're getting yourself into, I don't want you getting hurt anymore." She whispered.

I froze, she knows.  All those years of my uncle coming to christmas dinner's, this was before he got mixed up with his gang.  He used to beat me, and touch me.  My stomach started to hurt and I leaned against the counter. 

"Rocco.  Now." I whispered.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, and held a gun up to her head.  "Write down the code now."  He demanded.  I passed her a piece of paper and pen, and watched her write down the code.

"Thanks, Julie!" I smiled and ran with the boys around to the garage.

Connor put his hand on my shoulder and I felt goosebumps form.

"Cora, what did she mean when she said that she doesn't want you getting hurt anymore?" I looked up into his eyes, concern. 

"I'll tell you later."

The garage door opened to reveal couches and a pool table and a mini fridge. "All of em." I growled and started shooting, soon joined by the boys.

Most of them were dead on the floor, but two were cowering under the pool table.

I dropped down to my knees and shot them. 

"Shit! Shit! He ain't here!" Rocco exclaimed.

Murphy and Connor stood up from their spots and glared at him, "Oh, what the fuck you mean, he isn't hear?"

"I think I mean he isn't here!" He looked at me and the boys.

I scanned the room, and noticed a light from a door in the corner. "Guys." I whispered and pointed to the door.

I pulled my reloaded gun out and burst open the door.  My uncle stood closely to the with a broken towel rack in his hand. 

"Cora." He said. I dared to look up into his eyes.  I could feel my stomach flop and my knees go weak.  My finger shook on the trigger.  All those years of abuse came back. 

He raised the bar and smashed it on the side of my head, causing me to stumble back and hit the back of my head on the side of the pool table.  I could hear Connor and Murphy scream my name and gunshots before fully blacking out.

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My body felt like it was glued to the ground.  My head ached on the side and in the back.  I struggled to open my eyes. 

Connor crouched next to me holding my hand and tracing circles in my palm.  I calmed down, "Connor?"

"Cora, jesus christ girl, you scared the shit out of us.  You were in slow motion." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.  I smiled, "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah everyone's okay, it's only you that's injured."  "Hey I'm tough." I pouted.

Connor helped me to my feet and put his arm around my waist. Aww he's so cute.  He cares about me. I pushed my hair back into a ponytail and walked out of the garage with the boys.