#smecker

[idrawprettyboys]

Smecker x Greenly! I was too focused on wanting to create possibly the first shipping fan art of these guys ever... and I didn't really put much thought into the context. What I like about their relationship is how much Smecker bosses Greenly around. I like to think Greenly likes when Smecker treats him that way, but he doesn't let it show. But this wouldn't look like a very cute picture if Greenly had an irritated look on his face, would it?

[surrealghoul]

Paul Smecker my beloved

[serioustiktak]

[idrawprettyboys]

That scene where Smecker plays with the stripper’s feather boa while putting the crime together. Can you see the glitter on the boa and the chair? I figured it couldn’t hurt.

[byebyelenaa]

He’s my poor little meow meow or whatever

[l0go5]

It Was A Fire Fight!!! | Boondock Saints – Detective Paul Smecker getting lit fam

[228renea86]

Chapter 8: The Warehouse

Gabby stayed as close to the door as she could, wanting as much distance between her and the bald man as possible. She stared silently out of the window, her thoughts drifting to Murphy, and the look on his face as the Russian had pulled her away. Gabby was jarred from her thoughts as the car hit a bump, and jolted her towards the window. She looked out the front window passed the older driver, and she blinked as she saw a huge factory coming into view. There was the one huge main factory, and two smaller ones. Gabby let out a sigh, as the car stopped in front of the larger building. The bald Russian slid out of the car, and walked around to Gabby, he flung open the door and grabbed onto her arm pulling her out of the car. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Gabby shot at him, and yanked her arm roughly away from him. Anger flashed over his eyes and he backhanded Gabby again. She took a few steps back, stepping into the car. The older man stepped in front of the bald man, “Don’t do that again. Boss doesn’t want her hurt, remember.” The bald man stepped back, still glaring at Gabby. “Walk now,” he snarled at Gabby, and she followed behind the older man.

Gabby’s cheek burned, having been back handed twice, she knew her cheek would be bruised. Gabby walked along behind the older man as the bald one pushed her forward. She kept her purse over her shoulder, and brought her fingers to her opposite wrist. She ran her fingers over the leather strap of the cross bracelets that Connor had put around her wrist.  She found herself praying, and hoping for Murphy and Connor to get there soon; as well as for the older man to not leave her alone with the bald Russian. Gabby tried to keep her mind free from the thoughts of what the Russian could do to her.

Gabby swallowed roughly as she stepped inside of the warehouse; the metal doors slammed shut behind them, sending a chill down Gabby’s spine. Gabby sighed loudly as she followed behind the man, she looked around for any clue as to what kind of factory this was. She had no clue what it was to be honest, there were crates and boxes piled to the ceiling of the factory.  The older man pushed open a door, and held it open for her. “Go have a seat,” he said cooly, and Gabby stepped passed him without saying a word, she jumped as he slammed the door behind her.

Gabby found herself in the middle of a large room. There was a table in the center, and a few chairs around it. There was a large window, that Gabby rushed over too and tried to open. She sighed and smacked the edge of the window when she noticed it was nailed shut. Gabby peered out the window, taking in the surroundings, she had no idea where she was. Gabby sighed and walked over towards the table, but stopped a few feet short of it. There was blood smeared over the table, the chair was covered in blood, and bloody footprints on the floor. Gabby’s eyes widened, and she blinked back her tears. This had to be where they had beat Murphy. She backed away from the table, and leaned against the wall; her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as she couldn’t pull her eyes from the blood that was everywhere. They had beaten him badly, and now she was locked in the same room. She had her cell phone, but if they caught her using it, she knew she would be in trouble; and without having any idea of where she was, she knew it would be pointless to try.  Would the tracking devices even work in a warehouse like this?

She found her mind running away with her, and she backed to the farthest corner of the room; staying as far away from the door as she could. She looked up as she heard the door open, and four men walking in. The same three form earlier, and a fourth man who she hadn’t seen before. She eyed him as he walked in and sat down at the table. His suit was nicely pressed, and she could tell it was expensive; his brown hair was combed back, and from  the looks of it. He was the boss. He walked over and sat at the table. The bald man stood by the door, and the two others stood on opposite  sides of the boss. “Come have a seat,” he said to Gabby as he sat a roll of duct tape, a knife, and a set of pliers onto the tale. Gabby stood where she was. Gabby could tell he was the one she had spoken to on the phone. “We had a deal,” he said coolly, “If you do as your told you won’t be harmed.  At this point, listening was Gabby’s only chance of not being injured. She walked slowly over to the blood stained table. She sat down in the chair opposite the man, and crossed one let over the other, glaring at the man but staying silent. ”Let me see your purse,” he said firmly, reminding her that he was in charge. Gabby didn’t want to give him her purse, her gun and her phone, her only life lines were in there.  “Purse.” He said firmer than before and held out his hand. Gabby stayed silent and slid the strap of her purse off her shoulder, and tossed her purse onto the table.  She sat back against the chair with her arms crossed over her chest.

The man sat forward and took her purse, unzipped it, and looked inside; a satisfied grin spread on his face. “Well you won’t be needing any of this,” he said as he pulled out her gun, and the extra clip, “At least these boys kept you prepared.”  Gabby remained silent, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her panic, but on the inside she was screaming. “So are you going to tell us where the boys live? Where they work?” He asked as he pushed the gun and clip aside, and stared over her, “What about how I can stop them from ruining all my deals?” Gabby swallowed hard, as he dumped out her purse. He pulled out her wallet and set it next to her gun, and reached for her make up bag. He dumped out its contents, sending eye shadow and mascara across the table. “How about we give that boyfriend of yours a call,” he said with a smug smirk, “If you’re not going to talk, maybe he can convince you to talk so nothing happens to you.” Gabby looked over at him, still not saying a word. “Unlock your phone and we will give him a call,” he said as he slid the phone over to Gabby. Gabby didn’t move, she just stared at her phone, a picture  of her and Murphy at McGinty’s on the front. She looked up at the man, still not moving, and not saying a word. “Am I going to be forced to hurt you like I did your boyfriend?” A wide grin spread on his face as he stared over at Gabby.

“They must have taught you a thing of two,” he said and nodded towards the bald man standing by the door, “This is my friend Stephan. You don’t want to know the vile things that run through his head.” Gabby cringed inside as the man walked closer. He grabbed Gabby by her hair, and pushed her forward towards the table, snarling a few inches from her ear, “He said unlock your phone.” Gabby swung her hand around and caught him in the face, trying to get him off her. It worked to get him to let go of her hair, but she quickly realized it was a bad idea. Stephan back handed her again, this time harder than the last, and split her lip. As the coopery taste of her own blood filled her mouth, Gabby refused to cry, it would show them her weakness, and how scared she truly was. She cat back up in the chair and stared across the table at the boss.  “It doesn’t have to be like that,” he said smoothly, “Stephan won’t touch you again, as long as you cooperate.” Gabby spit a mouth full of blood onto the floor, and still refused.

 She sat there quietly, her arms crossed over her chest, staring straight at the boss. Stephan wasted no time slapping her across the face again, almost knocking her out of her chair. Gabby looked over at the older man, who would not look at her, silently begging for his help. The side of her face was burning, and tears were brimming her eyes, she quickly blinked repeatedly to keep the tears at bay. “You want to talk to him, then fine,” She said through gritted teeth, as she felt blood run down her chin, “But I won’t help you hurt them, or tell you anything about them.” She unlocked her phone and slid it towards the man, who looked at her with cold, dangerous eyes. “You’ll do as I tell you to do,” he said coldly,  “or you will pay the consequences of not listening.”

He nodded towards Stephan and he grabbed another hand full of Gabby’s hair. “Get off me!” She said and swung her arms around trying to get him off her. “Take off your jacket,” the man said. “Keep your man off me! And I will!” Gabby spat back at him, her fight or flight responses kicking in. He nodded to Stephan and he let go of Gabby’s hair, she swallowed hard and tugged off her jacket. She threw it across the table at the man, and crossed her arms back over her chest as she sat back against the chair. The boss took Gabby’s jacket and searched her pockets, when he didn’t find anything, he dropped it onto the floor with her purse. He reached out and grabbed the roll of duct tape, and tossed it to Stephan. Gabby knew her day was going from bad to worse in the blink of an eye. Stephan took her wrists roughly, and she tried to fight back against him, but he elbowed her in the side of the head. Her head started spinning, and she blinked a few times, before steading herself against the back of the chair. He wrapped her wrists tightly in the tape, he ripped the end free and threw her wrists down into her lap. Gabby shook her head a few times, trying to get her senses back, he had hit her harder than she though. She looked at her gun that was on the table, if she could get it, she would shoot them all, and not  hesitate. “There’s no need to be looking at your gun,” he said to her, “It won’t do you any good.” Gabby looked up at the man as she scrolled through her phone, Stephan stood right behind her. “Are you going to tell me which number you call?” The man asked, as he kept scrolling through. Gabby never put the boys names with their numbers, another way that she could keep them safe. Gabby stared blankly at the man. “You’re not going to tell me?” He asked, and nodded to Stephan again. Another backhand quickly struck Gabby’s cheek, his finger connecting with her lip, causing it to bleed more. “Oh that’s right, how silly of me, we called you yesterday didn’t we?” He said with a smart ass tone. Gabby closed her eyes to prevent herself from crying.

Gabby opened her eyes as she heard the phone ringing. The man had put it on speaker and set it onto the table. A twisted, pleased grin on his face as he started down at the phone. The phone rang three times before Murphy answered angrily, “Aye swear if ya have hurt her, Aye’m gonna kill you!” He shouted. “Aren’t you going to say hello to your boyfriend, aingeal?” The man taunted Gabby, as she glared back at him. Gabby knew if she spoke anything to Murphy she would burst into tears. “Your girlfriend won’t talk to me,” he said into her phone, “I thought if we called you that you could get her to loosen her tongue, before I make her talk.” “Aye’m telling ya right now,” Murphy said slowly and clearly into the phone, she could hear the anger in his voice, “If ya lay one finger on her, if ya hurt her in any way, Aye’ll make ya wish ya hadn’t.” The man laughed over the phone at Murphy’s words, “Make her talk to us,” he said, “and she won’t be harmed.”  “Let me speak ta her,” Murphy said angrily, she could hear the anger rising in his voice, “Not on speaker, juss her.” The man turned my phone off speaker and handed it to Gabby. Gabby held the phone between her taped hands, and lifted it to her ear. “Murphy?” She said shakily, glaring at the man across the table still. “Aye’m gonna kill him,” Murphy replied, all of them.” “I hope so,” Gabby replied softly, listening to Murphy’s words silently, “Answer me yes er no. Can ye do that?” “Yes,” Gabby replied. “Are ye okay?” Murphy asked, “Are ye hurt?” Gabby kept her answers as simple as he wanted. “No, and yes.” She said softly. Murphy was silent for a moment, “They hurt ya?”  She simply replied, “yes.” “Aye’m gonna kill em. We’re coming fer ya. Ya just gotta hold in and be as strong as aye know ye are. Just tell em what they want ta know, can ye do that?” “No,” Gabby said, she couldn’t tell them what they wanted to know, it would put them in danger, and she couldn’t do that. "Ya have ta, Gabby," he said his voice going soft, "Whateva they want ta know, juss tell em. I love ya, juss do what they want til ah get there..." 

Stephan pulled the phone roughly from Gabby's hands, and handed it back across the table. The man put it on speaker and set it onto the middle of the table. "Are you ready to answer my questions?" He asked Gabby, and she stared at him still staying quiet, her teeth clenched together. "Where do you live?" He asked, "Where do they live? Where do they work?" Gabby didn't answer, and Stephan answered with his own prompt slap across her face. Gabby tried not to make a sound, but she knew Murphy heard it. He started screaming into the phone, every profanity he knew fell from his mouth. "Juss tell em what they want ta know, they will be dead soon enough fer hurting you!" Murphy yelled across the phone. Stephan slapped Gabby again; her mouth instantly filled with blood. "Fuck you!"  Gabby shouted at him and spit the mouth full of blood at him. Stephan grabbed the back of Gabby's head, and tried to slam it on the table. Luckily she managed to get her hands up in time, and her head bounced off her arms, instead of the table. Blood poured freely from her lip, and her head spun. She looked up at the men opposite her; the old man still unable to look at her. 

Murphy shouted and screamed over the phone continually. Threatening he would kill them for harming her. Stephan grabbed Gabby by the hair and pulled her up from her seat. He threw her into the wall hard; her shoulder took the brunt of the impact, but her head also bounced off it. Gabby let out a cry of pain as she slid down the wall; she slapped her hands over her mouth. She didn’t want Murphy hearing her cry, hearing how much pain she was in. Stephan grabbed her hands and pulled her up from the floor, almost throwing her back into the chair. Gabby’s body screamed with pain, she watched the man fiddle with her phone, and she let out a breath of relief. She didn’t hear Murphy’s yells or screams any more, she was thankful that he had hung up the phone.  Gabby kept telling herself, that they were on their way, she only had to hold out long enough for them to get there. “So…” The man started, “Are you ready to talk to me yet? Or do I have to have Stephan here beat it out of you?” Gabby kept her mouth shut, staring over at the man, but she didn’t say a word. She was beyond loyal to Murphy, and she would never give these vile men information about them.

Stephan quickly answered with a slap across her face, hitting the other side this time. Gabby groaned in pain and spit more blood onto the floor; she couldn’t stand the taste of it in her mouth. “Like I said before,” she said as she looked back at them, wiping the corner of her mouth on the back of her hand, “Fuck you!” Gabby swallowed hard as soon as the words left her lips. Bad move Gabby, bad move.  In an instantly Gabby felt the chair tip over backwards, Stephan kicked it over roughly. She let out a loud cry of pain as she felt her shoulder pop. Stephan walked around the chair, almost as if he was stalking his prey. As Gabby started crawling away from him, he drew his foot back and kicked her hard in the stomach. She gasped for air, trying to catch her breath as her whole body screamed in pain. “He’s… going… to… kill… you…” Gabby said between pained breaths, “All of you.” Gabby rested her head against the floor, her eyes closed. Her statement met by another kick to the ribs, harder than the last. She screamed out in pain, having felt the breaking of her ribs. She tried to crawl away from Stephan, and managed to get herself against the wall. Her breathing was labored, and her head was spinning as pain coursed through her body.

The older man stood up, and walked over to Gabby, staring down coldly at her as she tried to push herself up from the floor.  “You haven’t shed one tear, yet.” He spit out at her. Gabby shuddered as she heard the tone in his voice, she didn’t like the way that yet sounded.  The man kicked her feet out of his way as he walked by, and sat back at the table. He fiddled with her phone again, and Murphy’s voice came screaming through the room. As Gabby heard the pain in his voice, the anger, the rage, her head started spinning more. She held her arm against her waist, holding it tightly as she tried not to pass out. She heard Murphy screaming her name over and over, begging her to say something, to say anything, but all Gabby could do was concentrated on not passing out from the pain.

[boondocksaintsconfessions]

I wonder how Smecker reacted to Greenly's death.