aequitas and veritas delivering justice unto mexico

Summary: Murphy and Connor go to the bar to unwind/relax and plan to do the same justice in Mexico—with the cartels and other similar corrupt operations. When they take one of the cartels, they soon run into Richie and Santanico, hearing of Malvado's operation. They work with them, to take down Malvado. Seth appears later to help. The Boondock Saints/From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series. Focuses heavily on the MacManus brothers. 2nd chapter is up, with no more chapters to follow, as the story is now discontinued; please see author's note.

A/N: This second chapter is an amalgamation of unfinished ideas/chapters for this story. It won't make a cohesive narrative, and I don't have the energy/inspiration anymore to make it cohesive; I am just cleaning out my computer and placing all my stuff online, in my journey of self-acceptance/confidence. Thank you so much if you decide to read this complicated messy stream of ideas. :)

Rating/warnings: T, for swearing and minor use of triggering topics.

Main Characters: Murphy MacManus, Connor MacManus, Richie Gecko, Santanico Pandemonium, Seth Gecko.

Genre: Crime/Angst.


2nd chapter:

SCENE ONE.

"Holy shit!"

The brothers backed up several steps, raising their guns up high in defence, aiming them at the strangers' faces.

"You're a motherfucking vampire!"

Murphy exclaimed.

SCENE TWO.

"That is one fuckin' sick son of a bitch."

Connor said in disgust, his face twisting, as he heard about Malvado's antics from Richie. Malvado had held this Santanico in such high reverence, but yet he still tarnished and traumatized her—raped her and put her on a pedestal beyond her will. He was too big—too strong and powerful to be kept in prison, but then again fuckin' prison couldn't even hold HUMAN criminals—they kept getting released back onto the streets.

This was exactly the type of person they should target; a molester, a lowlife that needed the hammer of god to strike them down, for divine justice to be delivered unto thee. Of Justice and Truth to speak and act on God's behalf—Oh, hail His resplendent Holy Presence.

"Fuckin' aye. That is some twisted shit."

Murphy agreed, breathing in a whiff of his cigarette, smoke entwining and rising from the end of the butt to orchestrate in his mouth, a wondrous taste. Excess thick smoke blew out to escape into the humid night air.

That was the deal breaker for Connor; he made up his mind to definitely be on board with this Richie and Santanico.

"We've had experience with workin' in a meat packing plant. I think that's gonna help," Connor spoke. They could help with it, and also apply for a job there, their credentials giving them a high advantage on getting in. "We could help target this Balthazar Ambrose at Greely, with you and Santanico."

"Which meat packing plant?" Seth asked.

"Prudential, perhaps you've heard of it?" Connor replied.

"We live in Kansas, not Boston." Seth commented. "So, no."

"I've heard of it." Richie commented.

SCENE THREE.

Murphy looked to one of the Gecko brothers in the sharply dressed ebony suit—Seth—he determined—through the tinted glass of his eyeglasses.

"We're 'ere to do business, Mr Gecko."

He shook Seth's hand, his sleeve revealing the divine words of Aequitas on the back of his hand , and he saw Seth's eyes briefly flicker down over to it with a quick raised eyebrow, before averting back to him.

"With Malvado, right."

Richie nodded.

Murphy shot a look at Connor, and spoke in Russian, "мы должны помочь им , да ?" (we should help them, aye?)

All of the languages they developed the tongues for together, besides their natural Irish—English, Gaelic, Spanish, Italian, Russian, French, German... Enunciating such languages to each other, so no-one could understand them—well, that helped a great deal in dangerous situations they were put in, or potentially veering into such.

Connor glanced back, and nodded in assent. They didn't have to wholeheartedly trust in the Geckos yet, but they had heard of them to be sure. The Gecko brothers running off with 30 million worth of dollars, why they had practically made the fucking worldwide news on TV, yet professional thieves were all they inclined to part. They never mentioned anything about vampires, whom personally Connor had seen in a lot of films. Although…they did seem rather badass, if he had to be honest with himself.

"I don't believe in this paradise shit, don't believe in Heaven, but hey? It's your call on what you believe," Seth spoke to Murphy.

"ey, ey—let's all calm down, alright?" Connor spoke, a half-smile starting to form across his lips. He wanted civility between all of them. If they were to work together, well, it was best they were to be at least civil, even if not friends. They had a unique view on being saints. They weren't fucking bishops or anything of that sort, although they held great respect for such.

SCENE FOUR.

"You guys steal. We do not."

This was merely a half-lie, they stole sometimes from mobsters—or at the very least were tempted with the thought of doing such. But they were corrupt, evil people. They deserved this iron fist of justice, had it coming to them. The dominant reason was to slay the evildoers, though—to not let them get away with their actions.

SCENE FIVE.

"Dude, I love Clint Eastwood," Connor commented to Seth.

Seth nodded in slight surprise, a hint of a pleased expression forming across his face. "Yeah, man, me too."

"I plan the jobs." Connor spoke.

"With fuckin' movie references." Murphy returned. There was no doubt it sometimes worked however, miraculous though that was. They were fucking good with their jobs, that's what.

"My brother Richie usually plans our jobs."

Seth replied.

SCENE SIX.

"You've got to have faith," Kate explained, even though she was crumbling, her faith no longer as steadfast as it used to be. But this was her BROTHER, she had to try; continue to give him love.

Connor nodded in understanding, even though it mostly his brother Murphy that he held the strongest faith in. Yes, God's Calling had bestowed itself upon him, and he believed that all these disgusting evil people deserved His wrath—but his brother. His twin brother that he spent all his life with. He couldn't lose him!

"A toilet seat? Seriously?"

It sounded rather ridiculous at first, settling in her mind initially, and Kate emits a brief laugh.

"Yeah," Connor replied, a half-smile playing on his lips. It wasn't funny at the time though; all that he had been thinking of was his powerful determination to save his brother and severely slow down the thugs that had been about to kill him.

She nodded, the laugh echoing off her face, trying to understand the seriousness of the situation.