The brisk New York air filled Vincent's lungs as he stood outside of Saint Patrick's Cathedral. Even late at night the city is still filled with the hustle and commotion, without question earning it's title as "the City that never sleeps."

Church was not a place that Vincent visited often, but confessing to sins that are yet to happen seemed to be appropriate at the time. Spilling a life full of agony, anger, and violence to the man behind the screen. Barely saying anything was just another way of telling Vincent he cannot be saved.

What the priest didn't know was, he wasn't looking to be saved. He was looking to start over, let someone know of all the tragic events that he has had stored deep down inside for so long. So he could feel free, not so he could be free in the eyes of the lord.

With a slight feeling of refreshment, Vincent was ready for the night that lay ahead.

Lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine fill his lungs. He began his march down the set of steps and made his way through the city.

To everyone around him, he was just another person, no one paying attention to him, no one noticing. This was the problem with New York. You could be walking next to a known serial killer and never know the difference. The arrogance floats through the air, everyone worried about themselves.

Everything stood out to Vincent. The sounds of the cars zooming up and down the street, the homeless' stench, the lit up sky from all the buildings. The rush was kicking in.

Smell, hearing, sight, everything was coming back. Not that he ever lost it, but in the way where you just notice everything. You're never unaware. This is exactly what he needed.

Just knowing that he was going to be living that life again, brought the feeling back to him stronger then ever.

Danger, anxiety, fear. All of this is what it takes to be that guy.

Every step Vincent took was another back to his old life. The step's were coming easy though, this is what he wanted.

Then it happen.

A jabbing sensation in his side.

Quickly turning around ready to face whoever it was who had stabbed him. A young child standing with his father, who was grasping the child as Vincent spun around ready for anything.

He wasn't stabbed at all, just the boy trying to grab his attention.

"I told you it was him, Daddy." The boy said with a smile, trying to get out of his father's arms so he could approach the SW Star.

Kane glanced down at the boy and then the father.

"What?" He knew the boy was just a fan of wrestling, but tonight wasn't the night and he wasn't the one.

"You're Vincent Kane!" The boy was excited as ever, getting to meet a big wrestling star.

"Not tonight, I'm not." Was all Vincent said before turning and continuing his journey to the past. He could hear the boy's father make some remarks to him, but they were faint. He had other things on his mind, what a child and his father thought of him were low on the list of worries.

Might as well live up the character, right?

As he drew closer to his destination the air seemed thicker, his body tensed up.

It was almost time and he knew it.

It wasn't long before The Bunny Palace was in sight. His former work establishment, meeting place, and building he was paid to burn. It's been years since he's been near it, never knowing if anyone found out and just kept their mouths shut.

To his understanding, it was only closed a few months before it opened back up. The place brought in a lot of money, why keep it closed?

People from all walks of life gathered at the Palace. Good food, beautiful girls, and alcohol. What more could the fine people of New York want?

Tonight wasn't about the girls, food, or booze though. Not for Vincent.

Before even getting inside, he was getting noticed. The bouncer at the front door, Trevor, was the same from years ago, back when Vincent worked there. He was hoping for someone else, so no one knew who could be tied to the events that would later unfold.

"It's been a long time, McManus." Trevor, who was a large black gentlemen barely squeezing into the mandatory suit, said to Vincent with a slight smile.

"It has, but I'm here on business." Trevor would understand, Vincent thought. He knew about his business and what kind of stuff he'd gotten himself into.

Looking around quickly to see if anyone heard Vincent's comments, Trevor motioned for him to get closer. "Don't do anything stupid inside, Vin."

With just a quick nod, Trevor opened the door for Vincent and he was in.

Everything looked exactly the same, why change a good thing?

The girls were dancing, large groups of guys at tables enjoying the food, and then the scum. Right at the front of the stage hooting and hollering at the girls. Instantly Vincent could pick out at least three that wouldn't last in the place another five minutes.

Everything was falling into place.

He wasn't in the Bunny Palace for more then a minute, when a lovely young lady approached him. "By yourself?" She asked.

She was new, but that wasn't anything special. Girls were in and out of the place all the time.

"I'm looking for someone." He didn't even look at her, just glanced around trying to find that someone.

"Well who might that be sweety? I know a lot of people, and I'm sure I could help you find'em." Little did she know, her oncomings were useless against Vincent, he'd been around too long to see it as any different then another whore looking for a couple bucks.

"Take my coat, I'll find him myself."

Obviously annoyed, she took his jacket and off she went.

Scanning the crowd and looking at every person at every table, it was obvious to everyone that he was there for a reason other then the females. Every bouncer noticed, but word spread quickly about who he was however, and to let him be.

In times like this, it's good to have friends.

Vincent's heart was pounding against his chest. He knew the person he was looking for was here, but where?

With a quick glance torwards the back of the club, he spotted him.

He didn't even find himself a new table.

Johnny.

The man who abandon Vincent when he needed him the most.

It was time for retribution.

Swiftly approaching the table, Johnny didn't notice until it was too late.

Vincent was hovering over the man he had set out to find. He had a dancer at each side, but the second he saw Vincent a look of panic swept over his face.

"I think you should ask your friends to leave." Vincent's face said everything else for him, Johnny could barely squeeze out the words to the girls..

The girls whined a little bit as they got up and left, Johnny was a big spender what do ya expect? But the second they were gone, Vincent sat down at the table, directly across from him starring right through him.

"So uh.. uh.. Long time no see huh Vinny?!" Johnny's fake enthusiasm reeked of nervousness.

"Too long."

Johnny squirmed a bit in the booth, the music blaring throughout the club should have been enough to keep the awkwardness down, but not in a situation like this.

The silence was brutal.

"How long does it take to forgive an old friend? That question has been bothering me for years, Johnny. I still haven't figured it out." Kane's tone was one with the reaper himself.

"Aw, come on Vinny, don't be like that, it was just business. You know how it goes." Johnny was looking for a place to take off to, but there was nowhere. He wouldn't get around Vincent no matter how hard he tried.

Finally breaking his stare, Vincent took another look around the club. Searching out anyone who might be with Johnny. He couldn't spot anyone.

"Alone, huh? A man living without fear. You must have thought I was gone."

Johnny was without a doubt, regretting coming to the Palace by himself tonight.

"You're a big TV star now man, I thought we moved on." His voice barely breaking over the sound of the music.

"So you've been expecting this visit?"

"Errr, no man! I thought we knew it was just business, I thought we were cool." Quickly backtracking, Johnny had no idea that he was just digging his own grave even deeper.

Vincent just nodded and rose from his seat. A look of relief crossed Johnny's face.

"Get up."

That look quickly disappeared.

Hesitant, but knowing he had no choice, John did as Vincent said.

Looking straight in the eyes of Vincent, not even a foot away from each other, Johnny let his body language do the talking as he lifted his shoulders as to say "what now?"

Vincent replied with a motion towards the side door.

Turning and walking slowly, not knowing what the future will hold, he began his march through what could possibly be the last door he ever walked through.

As the two walked out the door, the atmosphere turned from partying to a dank alleyway. The sounds coming from inside quickly muffled as the door shut behind them.

Before Johnny could turn around, he caught a shot to the back from the boot of Vincent, which sent him to his knees.

"I've been waiting for this, John. I really have." Kane's voice was filled with excitement, enthusiasm, everything it shouldn't be for such a grim situation.

"What's killing me going to do, Vin. Seriously, you'll just have more problems with the Boss if you lay a hand on me." The desperation in Johnny's voice was lacking. He thought he was untouchable.

"I'll worry about that later."