The bar was quiet as the last patrons stumbled out into the early morning. Dana gratefully counted her tips and clocked out. She slipped her leather jacket over her blood red tank and walked out into the cold October night. She personally hated Boston's cold weather. It was so different from the humid warmth of Alabama. She had only been living her a couple of months and already was ready to run back home. There was nothing stopping her, she had no known relatives here. She had come on a whim, her dreams called her to Boston. After six months torture she finally packed up and left her adoptive family in warm, friendly town of Woodstock for the cold, bleak city of Boston. So far, nothing special or extraordinary had happened and was losing faith quickly.
Finally after a 12-block walk she arrived home, a little two-room apartment in the boonies. The outside was worn and the whole building seemed be falling apart. Thugs and drug dealers hung around outside, staring the redhead beauty down. She had learned to keep her head down and they would leave her alone. Though the outside was depressing her little apartment was a sunny as can be. The walls were painted yellow and pretty flowers were everywhere. The plopped down in a chair and picked up the paper on the table next to her. She had been so late this morning she had yet to read the daily newspaper. There was the usual stuff, robberies, murder, and drug busts. She had almost given up and put it down when something caught her eye. The phrase 'Boondock Saints' struck her and a strange feeling gathered in her stomach. Somehow she knew this was what led her here.
Hello everyone, I'm so sorry this chapter is super short. I had almost no time to write but this idea has been floating in my head forever. Anyway I will probably post a much longer chapter later night. Hope you enjoy! And just a little interesting tid-bit, Dana mean dark beauty in Irish.