Simon Camden [7th Heaven] (hadtogetout) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-11-23 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor macmanus, murphy macmanus, simon camden |
Who: Simon Camden, Connor and Murphy MacManus
What: Celebrating Simon's Initiation
Where/When: Casa de MacManus/Last Night
Warnings: A wee bit of violence. Possibly language. Will update.
Mafia hit man was not the life Simon Camden envisioned for himself. In fact, it was about as far from his ideallic childhood as he could get. The son of a small town preacher and a busy body house wife, Simon had been the fourth of seven children. He'd been destined for greatness, until tragedy turned his life down a darker path, and he veered away from all expectations set on him.
And now, here he was. He'd spent nearly a week in prison, living out the tail end of someone else's sentence. Lost and confused, with nowhere to turn, he'd called on a contact he'd heard about in the big house. He'd made his first kill, with the help of the brothers MacManus.
He hardly understood a word the brothers said, what with their accents and their constant bickering, but he understood they had backed him, and in the end pushed him to do what had to be done. He'd missed the mark, he'd shot an errant bullet into the door frame, rather than the target. His shock had given the mark time to go for his own gun, and the brothers had emerged from shadows as one, taking him down swiftly, perfectly.
Shot in the arm and the leg, unable to reach his gun, the victim had pleaded for his life, and Smon had stared him down. The brothers stood silently behind, leaving the kill to Simon and Simon alone. They had helped eliminate the threat, but the rest was on Simon's plate. He'd closed his eyes, and squeezed the trigger.
And all at once, the brothers embraced him. He was one of theirs, now. After discarding the body, after a round or three at the local pub, the brothers swept Simon back to their apartment. Simon was a bit dazed by it all, too stunned to do much more than go along with what the brothers said (assuming he could understand them).
"I want to do something. I want a tattoo, like yours," Simon declared. The words sounded foreign, like someone else was speaking through his mouth.