Amelia made her way up the church steps, only stopping once to wonder if she should be doing this. The day was cool and clouds floated lazily across the sky. She went in quietly and made her way to a pew. Amelia sat and then kneeled forward, saying a slient prayer. Afterwards she left as she had come in and sat on the stone steps that seemed to chill her body. Staring out at Boston left her feeling calm and a soft and comforting song emerged from her suddenly,

"Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird that frolics through the flow'ring thorn. Ye 'mind me of departed joys, departed ne'er to return..." Amelia's fingers traced lightly over a tattoo on her hand.

"Beautiful song. Are ye a Scott?"

Startled, Amelia looked up to see a man dressed in a black peacoat and old ragged jeans. His hair was a mess but it seemed to fit him. She quickly hid the tattoo in her sleeve and smiled slightly.

"Uh... No. Irish actually." Amelia managed to get that out and swollowed hard. His dark eyes

were drawing her in. Ashamed that she would even think of him in that sense, she stood up and

quickly brushed off her skirt. "I... I have to go."

Amelia took off not giving him a chance to respond.

"Amelia."

"Please..." She knew it was coming before the blow even hit her. She was on the ground wheezing and clutching her stomach in a fetal position. His fist hand landed perfectly like it always had when she interrupted him.

"Anyways, as I was saying, my dear Amelia. I have another job for you." Ivan paused a moment, his thick Russian seemed to make the air freeze after he was done speaking. A swift kick to the side made her lose progress on getting up.

"Stand up."

Amelia did her best to pull herself up again only to be punched in the arm.

"I know you are a smart girl, Do your research and find out where these "Saints" are hiding out at."

"Saints?"

"Don't play dumb, Amelia." Ivan handed her a gun. "Now do it. You have until tomorrow morning to bring their bloody corpses to me!"

"That's not nearly enough time."

He pulled back ready to hit her but smiled and let his arm fall down.

"That's the point." He walked away without another word.

The South Boston night air was oddly warm but damp and a stingy oder infiltrated the air. Amelia pulled herself up onto the fire escape and proceeded to climb to the 5th floor where people had said two brothers supposedly lived. She reached a window that was slightly open and pulled out her revolver. Carefully she loaded it and clicked the chamber back into place. She flinched at the sound that echoed off of the brick walls and into the night. Taking a deep breath she pried the window open and stepped inside. The room was pitch black and the only light came from the moon outside. The furniture was scarce and it would be easy to sneak around. Adjusting the black turtleneck tank top she crept slowly along the wall hoping to God that they were in bed asleep. All of a sudden a hand closed on her shirt and jerked her over, throwing her against the wall. The wind was swept out of her and she nearly collapsed. The adrenaline rushed through her before she could do so and she lunged at the assailant. Closing a fist she swung and felt it connect. A loud crack followed by a curse erupted from the man. Amelia grabbed him roughly and slammed him up onto the wall as hard as she could. Her gun was drawn immediately and she pressed it to his forehead. He stopped struggling and she used all of her body weight to pin him tightly to the wall. His breathing was labored and warm on her ear. A loud click and a cold barrel on her temple made her freeze.

"Put the gun down." Amelia heard a different man whisper, it was strangely calm.

When she didn't budge the gun only pressed tighter. Her fingers were slipping off of the gun's trigger as she gave up all hope of getting out of this alive and she let it drop to the floor. Her temple was suddenly free but he brought the butt of it down onto her forehead with a loud crack.

-Revised for lack of, how do I say this, writing skills? May not be great but...-

Disclaimer:I do not own the Boondock Saints nor the song. "Ye Banks and Braes"

However I do have the rights to Amelia :)