So look what we have here ladies and gentlemen. I'm back already! I know I /just/ ended my huge story Wildflower, but this story has been in the works for quite some time. I've been looking forward to jumping fandoms for a while now and I hope that you guys all enjoy my new offering. Never fear, I am not abandoning my promise for a sequel for Wildflower, but I'm just giving myself a mental break. I've been in love with the Boondock Saints universe for some time now, and so now that Wildflower is complete, I figure I'd take a stab at it. Let me know what you all think and I shall reply to your reviews as an author's note prior to each chapter, just as I did in Wildflower. Enjoy my friends!

Disclaimer: Totally don't own Boondock Saints or anything to do with its universe. I just own my OCs and the plot.

I had always known, or at least suspected, that this wasn't going to go well. I mean, we were confronting three of the most dangerous mobs any of us had ever come across, and it was just the four of us. Two Saints with apparently God given protection from both men and bullets, and two girls who had been on the lam for ten years just looking for a place to get away from the rest of the world, and still make a buck at its expense. But I had sworn to both those men that I would do what I had to do to atone for my sins. As long as I lived, I would never get those pictures out of my head, and despite my faulty memory of years prior, I could never feel something warm in my hands without feeling muscle bucking against me, fighting me off as I struggled for freedom, for respect, for revenge, for justice. I could say it took everything I had in me to go with the boys into this suicide mission, but it didn't. The only thing I regretted was being the cause for the situation in the first place.

Bullets pinged around the narrow hallways, dust and debris kicking up with every shot as concrete and glass shattered. Beside me Jules, Connor, and Murphy were struggling to fire back on our assailants while I loaded up my gun with a fresh clip.

"They're after us hard." Jules panted as she swung her wrist around the corner and popped off another shot. Connor jerked her back out of the way just in time as another bullet went flying.

"Oh state the obvious!" Murphy retorted as he squeezed off another few rounds, trying to keep our attackers at bay.

"Persistent bastard!" Connor yelled down the hall as he shot again. I skidded back to the opposite wall and fired again. I loved the feeling of the kickback in my palm, being in control of such a powerful weapon. It made me feel alive. I shivered with the rush and looked up at Murphy, his face smeared with blood and grit but I knew he wasn't badly wounded. His blue eyes met mine with that same fierce determination, that same almost wicked energy. How he had ever managed to become a Saint I'll never know, and I also won't care. All I want is to get all of us out of here alive.

"You lassies got a plan to get us out of here?" Connor asked as we heard raucous voices and footsteps pounding up the hall.

I whipped my head and locked eyes with Jules. She nodded sharply and I got up to my feet, hauling Murphy up at the same time.

"Qui. Jules, you lead, you remember more than I do."

She nodded sharply and fired another shot down the hall before we took off running again. Our boots struggled for grip on the slick, dusty floors as we careened down a corner and sped up again, heading for what appeared to be a dead end but revealed itself to be another twisted turn that took us down a hall of windows on one side and doors on the other. I had vague flashes of this hallway from my fried out memory. Sunlight streaming in so bright that it hurt, the slam of the metal doors, rain and wind lashing at the glass panes during violent storms.

"Come on!" Jules howled over the sound of more gunfire. I yelped as I felt a bullet go whizzing by my head. My feet tangled up underneath me and I went sprawling face first into the floor, sliding on the linoleum and dust, my face scraping the floor hard as I struggled to get my feet up under me. I cried out in surprise and fear when I felt another bullet go rocketing over my body and striking into our target door just fifteen feet ahead of us. I twisted on the ground and saw our enemy running straight for us, guns blazing.

Murphy snarled something in Irish that sounded like a very damning curse. He swung back around and together with his brother let out a blaze of gunfire, giving Jules time to haul me to my feet since I couldn't seem to get my limbs to coordinate. Murphy and Connor drove our pursuers back down the hall and then all four of us turned and fled, Connor shooting the lock on the door that blocked our way out of the hall. We fled up the stairs, spiraling up and up and up some more, our lungs screaming and our leg muscles burning ferociously, all the while adrenaline slammed in my veins. I was actually laughing as we came crashing through the door on the top floor, spilling out into the quieter hall, but we could still hear our pursuers just behind us. We kept running, boots slamming the floor like the pounding of horses hooves as we crashed through the hall, bullets starting to fly again as our enemies came up behind us. I swung around and fired again, throwing my arms up when I felt the bullets and bits of concrete begin to fly again as we were shot at yet again.

"Come on!" Murphy yelled. He hauled me by the shoulders and dragged me away from my determined stance to kill those bastards that had tried for so long to destroy us. He pushed me through another door that slammed shut behind us and we took another flight of stairs up and this time when we reached the ending door, we spilled out onto the roof of the building.

"We're trapped!" Connor howled miserably as we all struggled up to our feet and out onto the wide-open rooftop. It was at least a ten story drop down to the ground, there was no way we were gonna make it without at the very least a broken leg, if not a snapped neck.

"They'll slaughter us like cattle up here." Murphy cursed. He shoved his last clip into his gun and looked at me as I mimicked his actions, my chest heaving for breath.

"Not so fast boys." I panted. Jules and I went running to the side of the roof, and saw, with great delight, a coil of heavy duty rope. I tossed it at Connor who caught it unexpectedly, staring at me like I'd grown another head, but only for a second before he rounded on his twin.

"Did you…?" he stuttered. Murphy shook his head and Jules and I just grinned.

"Hurry it up Con, we don't have all day." Jules panted. Her tussled blonde hair was flying everywhere, streaked with dust and grime, but somehow she still looked beautiful.

"Aye." The Irishman panted, although he was still looking at her with a mixture of wonderment in his eyes. When Murphy smacked him upside the head he started and ran towards the edge of the wall with Jules to rig the rope. Murphy turned to me and I faced him in kind. Both of us had a single clip left for each gun and both of us were bleeding from various flesh wounds, but he still had that fire in his eyes and it swept through me like flames burning on a prairie with nothing to stand in its way. Whether real or imagined, I heard thunder snarling overhead and lightening cracking and I smiled at him.

"You ready for this shit?" I asked him.

He loaded a bullet into the chamber of both his guns and gave me that look again, the one that made lightening blaze down my spine and made me feel like I could conquer the whole world. His blue eyes blazed with sapphire flames and he smirked at me so wickedly he surely could not be the Saint I knew he truly was.

"Let's do some gratuitous violence."

A/N: Short I know, but it's just a prologue. Everything after this is considerably longer. What do you think so far? Let me know!