Babayaga: Torreto and Wick

The city of New York was a labyrinth of memories for John Wick. Every corner, every alley whispered tales of his past—a past he had tried to leave behind. Beside him, Dominic Toretto, a man whose life revolved around family and loyalty, sensed the weight on John's shoulders.

"You sure about this, John?" Dom asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence of the night.

John glanced at Dom, his face a mask of determination. "I don't have a choice. Ares is a ghost from my past that needs to be laid to rest."

Dominic nodded, understanding the gravity of confronting one's past. "Then let's finish this."

Their destination was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a place where shadows thrived and secrets were buried. As they approached, the air grew thick with anticipation. The warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows resembling hollow eyes watching their every move.

Inside, the vast expanse was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from flickering fluorescent lights hanging precariously from the ceiling. The scent of rust and decay permeated the air. At the center of the room stood Ares, her silhouette sharp against the dim light.

"John Wick," Ares greeted, her voice echoing. "It's been a long time."

"Not long enough," John replied, his tone cold.

Ares's gaze shifted to Dominic. "And you've brought a friend. How quaint."

Dom stepped forward, his presence imposing. "I'm not here for small talk."

Ares chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated through the warehouse. "Always straight to the point. That's what I admired about you, John. But tonight, things are different."

Before they could react, the sound of footsteps echoed from the shadows. Dozens of armed men emerged, their weapons trained on John and Dom.

"You didn't think I'd come unprepared, did you?" Ares taunted.

John's eyes scanned the room, calculating. "We've been through worse," he muttered to Dom.

Dom smirked. "Let's remind them who they're dealing with."

The room erupted into chaos. John moved with lethal precision, his every movement a testament to his deadly skills. Dom, with his brute strength and street-fighting prowess, was a force to be reckoned with. Together, they were unstoppable.

As the last of Ares's men fell, the two faced Ares, who now looked less confident.

"It's over, Ares," John said, his voice steady.

Ares sneered. "You think this ends with me? There are others—people who want to see you fall."

John stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "Let them come."

With a swift motion, John incapacitated Ares, ensuring she was no longer a threat. As they exited the warehouse, the first light of dawn began to break, casting a new light on the path ahead.

"This isn't over," Dom said, looking at John.

John nodded. "No, but it's a start."

Together, they walked away, ready to face whatever shadows awaited them.