Just a quick note. This story ins't in any one particular world. I just picked and chose what I liked, but I would say it leans heavy on the world aspects of 2014 movies. That being said they do wear clothes. I always felt it was a little weird that they didn't and really like that aspect of the CGI movies.

With that out of the way. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I plan to update once a week maybe more. I have this story written out to 20 ish chapters so there shouldn't be any lag in updates. Enjoy!

On a lonely rooftop deep in the city of New York, two figures sat on the edge of in silence. The events of earlier too loud. Two old friends brought together by some twisted will of fate. Their silence danced around the dead bodies lying in an alley not far from where they were now. The moon hung low and dull over the city, not a single star in the sky.

"You always did get into trouble," Casey said taking a drag of his cigarette, flicking the ash to the wind. His hockey mask hung around his neck spattered with blood.

Jess didn't look up, instead focused bruised knuckles and arms wondering if she was fighting the inevitable. "How did you find me?" she asked quietly.

"Ta stop ya from doin' something stupid!" he snapped, tossing the cigarette to the street below. He looked hard at the younger girl beside him who was the closest thing he had to a sister. She avoided his stare. He wondered at what point things has gone so wrong for her. Somewhat upset with himself that he hadn't been there for her over the years. Jess was just one of those people who needed others no matter how dead set the world was on making her regret that. She was a good person put in impossible situations. Still, he wondered how she'd ended up where she did. "How? How do ya ended up doin' this?"

Jess shifted with a slight frown. "I needed the money," she answered, owning it. Casey couldn't understand her reasons. No matter how much she trusted him, it just wasn't an option. Even as she thought that she felt her reserve start to crumble. But the last thing she wanted to do was get him wrapped up in her screwed-up life.

Casey sucked in a breath trying to control his frustration. "Jesus, Jessy, how bad are ya off to fuckin' murder-for-hire?"

"I do what I have to! And I never asked for your help!" she spat finally looking at him.

"Well, maybe ya should'a! Dammit, Jessy, yer killin' people for money! Do ya not see anything wrong with dat?" His frustration turned to worry when she looked away. There was something she wasn't telling him. He was a bit hurt at the realization, but then again, he hadn't seen her for nearly 20 years. A lot can change about a person in that time and it was clear time had taken a toll on her. "You didn't 'ave ta kill 'em, Jessy."

"You know as well as I do if you give them an inch, they'll take a mile. The only reason they have stayed away all these years is because they know I ain't scared of them. The moment I show mercy is the day I die," Jess said shaking with anger. . .or fear. He couldn't decide which one.

Casey leaned forward on his knees with a shake of his head. "What's goin' on, Jessy?" He looked over to the brunette seeing her hazel eyes glassy. "I can help ya."

"No—" Jess shook her head fighting off tears, "—you can't."

"Why not?"

"How did you find me?" Jess asked again hoping to change the subject.

Casey let it go for the moment. "Was out an' heard da fight. Thought I could help." He waited for a reply, but one never came. "We've been though hell together, Jessy," he started remembering the first time he met her. "We used ta tell each other everythin'. What's so bad ya can't tell me?"

Her jaw worked; eyes focused on a flickering streetlight. Casey had always been there for her. She'd lost count of times she'd picked up her phone and nearly dialed his number. "I want to tell you, Casey. I'm just scared."

His heart ached seeing a tear slip down her tan cheek. "Who is it? Who are ya in trouble with? We can work it out."

She glanced at him; fingers digging into the rough concrete. This was harder than she expected. On one side she wanted to spill everything to him, but then there was the side that had been hiding a secret for seventeen years. "I have a kid," she said, snapping her mouth shut to stop the rest from tumbling out.

Casey was a little dumbfounded. "Dat's it? Dat's why yer out 'ere doin' what yer doin'?"

"God, Casey, it ain't that simple!" Jess shouted back stomping out his rising anger.

"Jessy, I've—" he stopped just as caught up in half truths as she was without realizing it, "—I've seen some. . .crazy shit in my life. No baggage you got will surprise me."

Jess thought for a moment wondering if he was being honest with her. His voice was earnest, but she wasn't so sure. "His name is Nikki. . ." her voice trailed off thinking of her adoptive son. "I don't go looking for trouble. It just finds me."

"Nikki? Like yer ma?"

Jess nodded, "Yeah, like my mom. He was—Actually he and his sister were left on our doorstep."

Casey raised his brows, "Two?"

She wanted to let it all out so bad. Out of everyone she knew, Casey was the person she could trust most. No matter how badly she wanted to tell him everything, she had other people to consider. Including him. "I should get going."

Casey grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away, "Jessy. . ."

"Look, Case, it isn't as simple as it sounds—"

"Den explain it ta me. No matter what it is, yer gonna stop this killin' shit."

Jess gritted her teeth. "Fine." She yanked her arm from his grip and headed for the roof access door.

Casey let her go watching her retreating form with suspicion. There was something she wasn't telling him. Having two kids isn't that big of a deal and nothing to start killing people over. Then again, death followed Jess like a shadow. Always did. Probably something to do with sins of the father. Either way, Casey knew he had to do something and figure out what she was hiding. Wouldn't be the first time he'd had to go to extreme measure to get Jess to spill the truth.