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Malachy hadn't seen Rage in about a week. She was avoiding school now that her father wasn't around to force her to go. And Mal sure as hell wasn't going to go out of his way to go over to her house. The scene of death. In fact, he'd been spending most of his free time with Ardal who kept harping on about exams, and instead of being annoyed, Mal thought it was funny. Ardal sort of reminded him of a mother, but...pretty. Or not pretty do much as...yeah, pretty. Even if he wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, even if they tortured him and pulled his toenails off.
He couldn't hide from his girlfriend forever, though. They had friends in common, including Malachy's brother Francis. Not to mention they were fighting for the same cause. And tonight they had a very important mission. They were going after the police force for neglecting to punish a criminal like Arthur Collins who had raped his neighbor's 13-year-old daughter, Sinead. And they were going after Arthur Collins. Malachy wasn't quite sure he was as into this as he used to be. It occurred to him that Ardal has safe at home, curled up on his bed, studying like the nerd he was. And half...if not more...of Malachy wished he could join Ardal.
Rage walked right up to Mal, as she had never been a shy girl. And she punched him in the arm while the others went about preparing. "Ow! Damn, girl!" Mal said, giving her a hurt look.
"That's nothing!" Rage insisted, one pale eyebrow curled upwards. "Don't you fucking ignore me anymore, I'm sick of it!"
"Rage, you..." Mal shook his head. "I don't agree with-"
"I didn't say agree with me, for fuck's sake!" Rage hissed. "Stop ignoring me, or I'll bollock you!"
"If you two are finished having your lover's spat, I'd like to address everyone." Francis said flatly. He wasn't letting dramatic love lives get in the way of his mission.
Francis split everyone up, and made sure they knew exactly what they were doing. It had to be perfect. It was a coordinated effort involving breaking windows and blowing things up and doling out justice to Collins. Malachy was supposed to go with Rage. She was quite an expert at blowing things up and no one broke into houses better than Malachy.
With their spat on hold, because their lives depended on it, Rage and Mal worked together setting and priming the bombs. They were running on a tight schedule and while the first few houses went smoothly, there was an incident with a dog which meant that for the last house, they just had to chuck the bomb through the living room window and hope for the best.
By the time the bombs went off, Mal and Rage were nowhere near them. They had no idea of the havock they had caused on the streets of Whitehead, because they were currently causing some more in a barn that was just off Sinead's parents property. Francis had managed to apprehend Arthur Collins, and he hadn't given the man an easy time of it. He was already bruised and battered. And now two of Francis' close friends were holding Arthur up to accept his punishment.
"You want I should keep a watch?" Malachy asked. That was always his job at these things. To keep watch. Make sure they weren't interrupted.
"No, feck that. The wee girl's parents have our backs tonight. They called us in, they ain't gonna let us fry." Francis responded and then he turned on Arthur. "Way I see it, men like you don't deserve to live. Least not with anything but pain. You fucked a little girl who couldn't say no. And justice passed you by because the English police force don't give a damn about little Irish girls cryin' themselves to sleep of a night. But I care."
"I didn't-please! I'm sorry!" Arthur whimpered, trying to get away, but he was held firm.
"Oh you'll be sorry soon enough, I promise you that. Malachy. This is justice." And Francis pulled his gun out of it's home in his belt, and he aimed and fired. Two shots rang out, though Mal actually thought Arthur's screaming might have been louder. Mal watched as the man's kneecaps exploded in a rain of blood and bone. No one would ever have to fear this man again. He had been reduced to nothing.
Francis returned his gun to it's proper place and then he turned to his friends. "Call this bastard an ambulance before he bleeds to death and can't beg little Sinead's forgiveness. And Arthur, you listen to me now." He said, addressing the shaking lump on the floor of the barn. "If you be tellin' anyone what happened here, I'll be gunnin' for your cock next. I'd take it now, but I want you to feel need you can't fulfill." And then Francis spit in the man's face, and he turned to give his little brother a great big smile. They had done good here. Avenged a poor, little girl who had never hurt anyone.
Malachy, however, was feeling quite sick to his stomach. And he wasn't so sure he felt like smiling. And for the first time in a week, he was glad to feel Rage's hand slip into his.
He couldn't hide from his girlfriend forever, though. They had friends in common, including Malachy's brother Francis. Not to mention they were fighting for the same cause. And tonight they had a very important mission. They were going after the police force for neglecting to punish a criminal like Arthur Collins who had raped his neighbor's 13-year-old daughter, Sinead. And they were going after Arthur Collins. Malachy wasn't quite sure he was as into this as he used to be. It occurred to him that Ardal has safe at home, curled up on his bed, studying like the nerd he was. And half...if not more...of Malachy wished he could join Ardal.
Rage walked right up to Mal, as she had never been a shy girl. And she punched him in the arm while the others went about preparing. "Ow! Damn, girl!" Mal said, giving her a hurt look.
"That's nothing!" Rage insisted, one pale eyebrow curled upwards. "Don't you fucking ignore me anymore, I'm sick of it!"
"Rage, you..." Mal shook his head. "I don't agree with-"
"I didn't say agree with me, for fuck's sake!" Rage hissed. "Stop ignoring me, or I'll bollock you!"
"If you two are finished having your lover's spat, I'd like to address everyone." Francis said flatly. He wasn't letting dramatic love lives get in the way of his mission.
Francis split everyone up, and made sure they knew exactly what they were doing. It had to be perfect. It was a coordinated effort involving breaking windows and blowing things up and doling out justice to Collins. Malachy was supposed to go with Rage. She was quite an expert at blowing things up and no one broke into houses better than Malachy.
With their spat on hold, because their lives depended on it, Rage and Mal worked together setting and priming the bombs. They were running on a tight schedule and while the first few houses went smoothly, there was an incident with a dog which meant that for the last house, they just had to chuck the bomb through the living room window and hope for the best.
By the time the bombs went off, Mal and Rage were nowhere near them. They had no idea of the havock they had caused on the streets of Whitehead, because they were currently causing some more in a barn that was just off Sinead's parents property. Francis had managed to apprehend Arthur Collins, and he hadn't given the man an easy time of it. He was already bruised and battered. And now two of Francis' close friends were holding Arthur up to accept his punishment.
"You want I should keep a watch?" Malachy asked. That was always his job at these things. To keep watch. Make sure they weren't interrupted.
"No, feck that. The wee girl's parents have our backs tonight. They called us in, they ain't gonna let us fry." Francis responded and then he turned on Arthur. "Way I see it, men like you don't deserve to live. Least not with anything but pain. You fucked a little girl who couldn't say no. And justice passed you by because the English police force don't give a damn about little Irish girls cryin' themselves to sleep of a night. But I care."
"I didn't-please! I'm sorry!" Arthur whimpered, trying to get away, but he was held firm.
"Oh you'll be sorry soon enough, I promise you that. Malachy. This is justice." And Francis pulled his gun out of it's home in his belt, and he aimed and fired. Two shots rang out, though Mal actually thought Arthur's screaming might have been louder. Mal watched as the man's kneecaps exploded in a rain of blood and bone. No one would ever have to fear this man again. He had been reduced to nothing.
Francis returned his gun to it's proper place and then he turned to his friends. "Call this bastard an ambulance before he bleeds to death and can't beg little Sinead's forgiveness. And Arthur, you listen to me now." He said, addressing the shaking lump on the floor of the barn. "If you be tellin' anyone what happened here, I'll be gunnin' for your cock next. I'd take it now, but I want you to feel need you can't fulfill." And then Francis spit in the man's face, and he turned to give his little brother a great big smile. They had done good here. Avenged a poor, little girl who had never hurt anyone.
Malachy, however, was feeling quite sick to his stomach. And he wasn't so sure he felt like smiling. And for the first time in a week, he was glad to feel Rage's hand slip into his.
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