Chapter One

She stepped through the long hall. She knew who awaited at the end of it; a vengeful cousin of hers. The two of them sought revenge against the men who had killed her brother, Kyle.

So what if he had been a bad person? So what if he sold drugs, killed innocent people who owed him money (although she held a part in that), and did horrible things to women? He was just trying to live life the only way he knew how. Kyle was just trying to get by. He earned a decent profit with his drug money and he used that money to support her. Kyle was the only person who really cared about her. Her own damn cousin hadn't really known about her until Kyle's death.

Kyle paid her money, along with whatever else he could do to help her, to kill people who had long overdue debts with him. She was a deadly assassin, trained by her father in the art of killing. She knew the most painless ways to kill a person as well as the most painful. She knew more than most other assassins knew but she was barely known because she lived in Boston and only did small killing jobs that were barely recognized. If she tried, she could be one the world's top assassins. But working for her brother was enough for her.

She knocked on the door at the end of the hall.

"Max, it's me." She said so he would know who was there. Her cousin Max was a very cautious man; he easily got nervous.

"Scarlett? Please, come in." He answered from the other side.

Scarlett opened the door and stepped inside the dimly lit room. The lights were covered in dust, making the room look like it was lit by candles instead of modern day technology.

"I think you know what you're here for." Max spoke.

She nodded. "Yeah. A job."

Max chuckled. "Yes. A killing job. I think you could kill the people who killed your brother. It will take a while, though, if you use the plan I have in mind."

"Kill the Saints?" Scarlett thought that over for a moment. Killing the Saints could be an easy job, if she did it right, but could also be even impossible. They were smart (at least from what she heard of them they were) and they were sly.

"Seems hard, right? Well, I've thought about it, and there's an easy way to do this. You just have to get close to them. Become a friend- or more if you wish, but that's entirely up to you and how you want to play this game - and when they fully trust you...BAM! Shoot them in the back of the head like you would anyone else."

"You make it sound simple, Max."

"It could be. If you do it right. You and I both know that you want revenge on them for killing Kyle. I want them dead, too, but I'm not a trained assassin like you. You've taken down others-"

Scarlett stopped her cousin. "The others I've taken down aren't the Saints. The Saints kill people. The others I've taken down were harmless, rarely fighting back, these men can actually kill me if they find out who I am."

"But they won't find out who you are. Lie. You're good at that."

"How much are you willing to give me for this?"

"Pay you? I figured this was personal business. I didn't think I'd have to-"

"I'm risking my life! You give me a decent wad of cash for them and I'll consider it." She knew he couldn't kill them by himself. He needed her and she wasn't going to do this job for nothing.

Max thought for a moment. He didn't really have much money on him, but he was sure he could get his hands on some.

"How's two grand sound to you?"

"Three."

"Two-fifty."

"Don't be cheap. I'm taking it easy on you; Kyle paid me a shit load of money. What you're offering is barely a quarter of what he would have given me."

"Fine. Three." Max agreed with her payment. Who knew, the Saints could be after him next.

"Consider it done."

Scarlett turned away without another word, her shoulder length black waves bobbing behind her with each step. She didn't truly realize the danger of what she had just gotten in to.

The next day for Scarlett was made up of one simple thing: meet the Saints. She would have to find a way to run into them somewhere and begin her mission. She'd go along with Max's plan. First, she'd become friends with them, make them think that she was on their side. But once they trusted her just enough, she'd kill them. The very thought of her revenge was sweet.

Scarlett knew that they went to a local bar called McGinty's, so she figured that she'd wait around the area until she saw them go in. She had a pretty decent depiction of that they looked like and she'd be able to locate them even if they had disguises. That was a wonderful trait of being an assassin.

It was around ten o'clock when she saw two men, both dressed in the same black pea coats, walk into the bar. She waited until the door shut behind them to make her way inside.

She saw the two of them sitting at the bar and found an opportunity to sit next to one of them. Scarlett walked over calmly and sat on the chair next to the brother on the right. Looking over at him, she saw that he had a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were an icy blue color and on his index finger and thumb the word 'Aequitas' was tattooed.

Scarlett panicked slightly when he looked over at her. She had no clue what to say; she hadn't really thought this through. She dropped her eyes from him and racked her brain for words. She couldn't think right, nothing came to mind. She just sat there speechless and unsure what to do for once in her life. Normally, she would have had this all planned out already and it would have been over with.

Thinking fast, she remembered what the Saints did. They killed people who harmed others and did horrible things. Quickly, she made her eyes look sad and scared and formed a plan in her mind. It was when he spoke to her that she realized the three of them (besides the bartender) were the only ones there.

"You alright there, lass?" He questioned, his Irish accent showing.

His voice made her sick to her stomach knowing that it was more than likely the last thing her brother had heard before he died.

The brother on the left looked past the one who had just spoken so he could see her. She was quiet at first but went on with her plan.

"Yeah." Scarlett replied, her voice soft and innocent.

She knew she didn't look okay, though. She hadn't slept well the past few days so there must have been dark marks under her eyes. Scarlett glanced at the door quickly, making sure to look nervous as she did so.

"It's just...my ex. He's been following me around. It's creepy." She spoke once more.

The brothers glanced at each other.

She began to rub her arm, trying to draw attention to it. On her last mission, her victim had fought back and grabbed her arm tight enough to make a bruise when he tried to slam her into a wall.

"Did he do that to ya?" The brother farthest away from her asked calmly, looking at her arm. His accent was heavier than the first's.

She was silent for a moment, pulling off the 'innocent abused girl' better than she thought she would.

"It wasn't his fault, I mean, I came home late. He doesn't like it when I'm late." Scarlett sighed. "But I fought back, though. Don't think I didn't. Gave him a good kick to the nuts." She chuckled slightly.

The man next to her elbowed the other one in the ribs.

"Connor here knows the feeling." He spoke in a teasing tone.

"Shut it." Connor told him, his tone amused yet serious.

She smiled, acting like she actually cared.

"But still, no man should treat a woman like that. Doesn't matter what he thinks, it's not right." Connor went on, taking a sip of his beer.

Scarlett snapped her head towards the door, pretending she heard something. She got up and walked over to the window, looking out of it. Behind her, she could hear the two whispering to each other.

"We should help her, Conn." Blue Eyes spoke. "It's obvious he's done more than just that to 'er. Look at her other arm."

Scarlett remembered the scars on her other arm. They were three clean, straight slices from a knife fight she had while training. They reached from her wrist to her elbows.

"Aye." Connor agreed.

Scarlett took one last 'worried' glance out the window and made it back to her seat.

"What's your name, lass?" Connor asked her.

Scarlett thought fast, not wanting to give out her real name.

"Johanna." She answered him. "I know yours, what's his?" She pointed to Blue Eyes.

"Murphy MacManus."

"Nice to meet you." She smiled at the two of them. She was quiet again and pretended to have a sudden realization. "Wait...you said MacManus, right?"

Murphy took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in the ashtray, smashing the burning tip out. "Yeah."

"So...you're the...Saints?"

The two brothers nodded at the same time.

"Why the hell are you still around? I mean, after that whole courtroom thing I figured that you'd be out of the states by now or something."

Connor smirked slightly. "Got work ta do, people ta kill."

"Damn..." She muttered.

Murphy looked at her as if to ask 'what?'. He raised an eyebrow.

"I just told you two about my ex...now you're going to kill him aren't you?" She said, hopefully answering his unspoken question.

She hoped she wasn't being too straight forward about this. She had to play this act well if she was going to pull this mission off.

"Depends. You want him dead?" Murphy asked her.

"I just want him out of my life. And I guess the only way to do that is to, well, yeah, kill him. So, you two up for it? I can show you where he lives and stuff."

"I thought you said he was your ex?"

"He is, I just broke up with him tonight. I don't stalk him or anything, I'm not a creepy person."

"Alright," Murphy chuckled. "I'm in. Connor?"

"Sure."

Scarlett smiled to herself at their answers. Her plan was falling into place. All she had to do now was wait. She'd take them to Max's place, where she and her cousin would ambush them. Then she'd kill them. The closer revenge got, the sweeter it seemed to taste.

Ok, this is my first Boondock Saints story, so reviews would be helpful. Criticism or tips would also be nice. Thanks for reading!