Protect Me, Love Me - Chapter 21
Chapter 21
“Not Dead but Wishing It”
Disclaimer - I do not own Four Brothers
Pairing - Bobby/Jack
Rating - M
“Talking”
‘Thinking’
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~~~~~~~~Bobby’s POV
He sat in the armchair in his mother’s shot out house, staring at a picture of Jack that was hanging on the wall. His body was aching and he wondered if this was because his brother was dead or because the person he was in love with was dead. Jack’s funeral was short and it seemed that not even the priest knew what to say. The funeral was the morning right after the shooting, which was unusual, but Bobby didn’t care.
Right now though… Angel was off taking care of Fowler while him and Jerry were waiting for the phone call. When the doorbell started ringing Bobby grabbed Jerry, not wanting to loose another brother, "We wait until we know Fowler’s taken care of!” Bobby snapped and he saw the frightened look in his younger brothers eyes.
“I’m not letting nothin’ happen to you or Angel I promise… I’m not gonna loose another brother…” he whispered the promise to the air but knew Jerry heard him.
“Jerry!?! Jerry, man, you in there!?” they heard Evander yell, banging on the door and ringing the door bell. When his cell rang and Bobby heard Fowler’s muffled voice he smirked “I’m gonna get you, bitch!” he snarled before hanging up and nodding to Jerry.
After Jerry left he got into a car with Sofi and she drove him up to the point where he would walk to where they were gonna be. He had to wait though, wait until Sweet drove by so he didn’t get seen.
“Bobby? I’m… I’m sorry about Jack….” Sofi said softly and Bobby glanced at her before turning away and clutching the rosary around his neck. There was still a blood stain on it but Bobby didn’t care. He could still hear Jack screaming for him… begging him to help… the gun shots and Jack crying out.
When they saw the SUV pass Sofi waited a few minutes before she started following then stopped a little ways in and let Bobby get out. He walked, his eyes shining with hate and anger, as he saw the group up ahead.
“Bobby Mercer… I’m gonna enjoy this.” He heard Sweet say but ignored him as he checked Jerry over “You ok?” he asked and Jerry nodded. Taking off his coat Bobby kissed the rosary before putting it inside his sweater.
He’d been in fights like this when he was younger, his father trained him to fight like this… like a fucking dog. The two of them clashed together and both got in punches before Bobby got the upper hand again and was about to break Sweet’s back when the fucker started laughing. “What’s so fucking funny?!” Bobby snarled, pausing, knowing everyone was now watching, confused.
Sweet fell onto his back, as Bobby pushed him away, and laughed “I just think its funny that you think he’s really dead…” he chuckled, spitting out blood.
“What’re you talking about?” Jerry asked, holding Bobby back, and Sweet shook his head, “You really don’t get it do you? Ya I wanted you dead, you’re mother was a plus, but this wasn’t my idea.. hell my idea was to just put a bullet through you, your wife, and those beautiful little girl’s of yours.” He said looking at Jerry.
Both him and Jerry were getting worried and Bobby felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Bobby asked and when Sweet didn’t answer Bobby walked over to Evander, grabbed a gun, and shot Sweet in his kneecap.
Bobby watched as Sweet cried out “Fuck!” he screamed clutching his knee and when Bobby aimed for his other knee Sweet waved his hands “Fine…” he relented.
“This was never about any o’ yous… this guy came to me… from this weird fucking ass cult saying they’d give me whatever I wanted if I gave them Jack Mercer. Said Jack belonged to them… said he was theirs and he knew to much. When you’re lovely mother started her whining I decided fine… what better way to get what I want and what they wanted. I wanted that loud mouth bitch dead and he wanted your little fagot ass brother.” Sweet spat blood at their feet and Bobby felt his body turn to ice.
He felt his head shake “We saw him…” Sweet cut him off with a bark of laughter “You don’t read at fucking all do you?! Powerful Flyer can’t be killed unless you kill their mate. Kid’s lucky though ‘cause if he was mated that’s who would’ve been shot. Now who knows what they’re gonna do… they wanted the mate too but I didn’t see one.” Sweet spoke like he was at a fancy restaurant at a business meeting.
Feeling white hot anger, unlike anything he’d ever felt before, Bobby pointed the gun at Sweets dick, saw Sweet’s eyes widen. “Where the fuck is my brother?!” he spoke in a deadly calm voice that made everyone, even Jerry beside him, shift away from him.
Sweet stared up at Bobby and felt pure and utter terror and suddenly realized why, in all his years, his uncle never messed with the Mercer’s. “Downtown in some abandon factory…” he said, praying Bobby would leave him alone.
A shot rang out followed by screaming as Sweet clutched his bleeding crotch. Bobby looked back at the guys “Let him bleed to death then get rid of the blood, put him in the hole. Split the money whatever you fucking want just make sure you let him suffer!” Bobby snarled before grabbing Jerry’s arm and running back across the ice.
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The cops busted him and he knew it was gonna take a while before he could get out and when he did he grabbed his brothers and their respected partners and drove home. As they drove both Jerry and him explained what had happened, repeating word for word what Sweet said.
Angel looked like he was gonna be sick and shook his head “Jack used to wake up screaming if someone even mentioned what happened to him.” He whispered.
Sofi shook her head “How do we know he wasn’t lying?!” she asked and everyone glanced at her then to Bobby as they got out. Bobby went over to the garage and opened it and looked at the shoves “We dig up the coffin.” He said and heard gagging behind him.
The arguments started but Bobby was already grabbing three shovels and when Sofi grabbed one he took it out of your hand “What the hell are you doing? I’m going… I love that kid too!” She exclaimed but Bobby shook his head as he put the shovel back and closed the door. He grabbed both Camille and Sofi by the arms and brought them inside.
“Neither one of yous is goin’ ‘cause whether I like you or not my brother picked you. And now your part of the family and I protect my family.” He snapped and pushed them inside the house, where the sleeping girls were.
“Stay here we’ll call if anything happens.” He snapped before walking back outside, side stepping his shocked brothers, and got into the car and slammed driver side door shut and waited for his brothers to hurry up.
When both Angel and Jerry were in the car they glanced at him but looked away. He sped down the roads and pulled up to the cemetery, the night covering them like a blanket. They climbed over the fence with the shovels and jogged to the gave.
The only thing that went through Bobby’s mind was that he was grateful it didn’t snow because the dirt was loose and easy to dig up. They were to the coffin within a half hour and they stood in the grave looking down and part of his mind was screaming ‘What if Sweet was lying and you just dug up your baby brother?!’.
Swallowing he squatted down and opened it, only to look away, then stood and backed up towards his brothers. In the coffin laid a bunch of sand bags … it didn’t even look like Jack had ever been laid down in the coffin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what’d we do now!?” Jerry asked, pacing in the small confined space. Bobby grabbed his shoulders and gave him a shake before staring him in the eye “We’re gonna find out where Jackie is and we’re gonna fucking kill the assholes who took him.” Bobby said calmly and Jerry nodded and took a breath. “First we gots to get outa this fucking place.” Angel snapped and climbed out, helping Jerry then Bobby.
As they walked back to the car though all three felt like they were being watched, then out of nowhere they were hit in the neck with something. Bobby watched horrified as his brothers fell and he brought up a hand and felt a dart sticking out of his neck and plucked it out.
“Fuck…” he whispered as spots danced in front of his eyes. He saw people coming all around, dressed in black, “Take them to the factory… make sure you tie them up tight.” He heard as he fell to his knees and finally passed out.
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Bobby woke slowly as he heard a groan and opened his eyes when he couldn’t move. It was dark but there were lights on so Bobby could see he was in a dusty abandoned building and shifted when he heard someone groan.
“Jerry? Angel?” he hissed shifting so he could wake them. They were tied together in a row so when he shook Jerry, Angel shook as well. His brothers woke up startled and looked around “Where the fuck are we?!” Angel snapped, voice low.
“You are in an old factory building on 32nd Street. Please don’t try to escape I honestly don’t want to kill your families…” a man’s voice said and they watched as a man in a suit came out from the shadows. He had dirty blond short hair, gelled back, and light grey-blue eyes.
“Now I simply brought you here because I think maybe we could assist each other.” he said sitting down in a chair in front of them.
The guy put a briefcase down at his feet and opened it, taking out a folder. “My name is Marcus O’Mara. Years ago my wife gave birth to two sons… I was so proud but then they became monsters… evil demons. My brother and his wife had the same problem so us, as well as our friends, locked them away. We’d been doing it for years now, taking the demon children when they sprout their wings and locking them away so they wouldn’t be able to infect people.” He spoke like a Christine would speak about the bible.
Bobby felt anger start to bubble as he realized just who this guy was. “Go fuck yourself.” He spat at the guys feet. Marcus raised an eyebrow and sighed as he opened the folder and took out three pictures and held them up. One was of the Mercer’s shot out house, another was of Sofi in the kitchen stirring something on the stove, and the last was of Camille with the girls on her lap reading a book to them.
”I have men surrounding the house all I need to do is say a word and they’re dead.” He said simply then added “I really would not like to kill such innocent children… the demons seem to be taking over and these children are becoming a minority.” He said and Bobby glared “Where’s my brother!?” he snarled.
Marcus raised an eyebrow “Brother? Hm… alright, you know I’ve tried to kill him… so many times, actually, and not even the black poison seems to work on him… nothing ever does.” He muttered as he stood up and took out a remote and pointed it upwards and pressed a button. Bobby heard chains moving and his eyes widened as he watched a cage being lowered from the ceiling.
Jack was inside, tied up to the point were he couldn’t move, he even had tape over his mouth. He was sitting up and trembling as he looked at Marcus, like he couldn’t comprehend Bobby, Angel, or Jerry being there.
“You healed yourself, huh? That always intrigued me about you…. Not Seth, Kerra, or even Alexander could heal themselves like you could.” He paused and turned back to them, looking somewhat proud but mostly confused.
“You know, I cut open his chest once and ripped out his heart. Do you know what happened? The fucking little bastard’s heart grew back… right in front of me too! It took about a half hour all together but he healed himself!!” Marcus spat then whipped around to Jack, who flinched back and whimpered as Marcus came near.
“I wonder what would happen if I did it now though? You just healed from being shot, how many times? Six? Seven?” he asked then snapped his fingers and four guys, dressed like Marcus came in with a metal table.
Jack whimpered and moaned out a “No” shaking his head, tears falling, as they dragged him out of the cage. “NO! Get the fuck off him!” Bobby, Angel, and Jerry screamed and Marcus came over to them and narrowed his eyes as he pulled out tape. After taping their mouths shut he returned to Jack.
~~~~~~~Jack’s POV
Jack finally felt what Xander had… he felt the overwhelming complete and utter terror, the gripping coldness the over took his being and paralyzed him. When he first woke up he had screamed and screamed, and tried to get away. After that they started tying him up and wrapped tape around his mouth then, every hour, gave him a shot of something pink; which somehow blocked his powers completely.
Muffled screaming filled the factory as they grabbed at him and pulled him to the table. Shaking his head Jack felt tears flowing down his face as he realized this was real and not a dream.
He remembered why Seth had pushed them so far to get them to run. It was after the boogiemen strapped him down and actually cut out his heart. That was why Seth pushed him into the river that night so he’d get away even if Seth didn’t.
They strapped him down and Jack sobbed as he saw the knives. “Be a good little boy for daddy, Jack, and I promise when I cut off those devil wings of yours I’ll do it quick.” His father said, cutting his shirt off.
“Damnit, Jack, you know what happens when I get angry don’t you! Don’t you remember!?!” Marcus screamed as he walked away from him and to his briefcase and pulled out needle filled with a yellow-green liquid.
Once Jack saw it his body froze then he started struggling more, screaming louder, he could hear muffled screams from his brothers and he couldn’t help but cry.
“You know this is for your own good! If you would’ve just stayed still I wouldn’t have had to use this. But no, you wanted to be bad!” Marcus said shaking his head and Jack sobbed, shaking his head, and tried to get his arm away from the needle.
The liquid burned through him and Jack’s head fell back as his body went numb; it was like his body was being pricked by thousands of needles and he couldn’t get away. He couldn’t cry, couldn’t move, he could barely breath; what he could do was feel… he could feel everything. “Now lets get to work.” Marcus said as he picked up the first knife.
He felt it, the cutting, and he couldn’t do anything but stare up at the ceiling and have tears leak out of the sides of his eyes. He saw the blood when it squirted up, out of the hole in his chest, and knew it’d be soon.
Dying was something that he hated. The feeling before death, the coldness that gripped him and froze his bones; it was like a drowning sensation he hated too, like he couldn’t breathe… couldn’t until his heart started again.
There was no relief as his empathy seemed to pulse and he felt his murders; felt them and his own terror as well as his brothers. He was still in his body when everything was over and done with and he could hear everything, see everything.
Marcus was showing Bobby, Jerry, and Angel his bloody heart as his brothers screamed and sobbed. Jack heard Marcus telling them what was happening, how after five minutes his blood started to flow again and reconstruct his heart.
When his heart beat that first time it was like being pushed down into a tub of ice cold water. His chest started to heal again and after a twenty minutes of Marcus watching, shaking his head, there was only a strip of blood left on his chest.
Jack coughed and sputtered, from the tape, as the drug wore off. He blinked, tears flowing down his cheeks again; they knew now.. his brothers… what a freak he was. “Damnit.. just tie him up again and put him on the ground.” The boogieman snapped and one of the men looked at him.
“Sir… shouldn’t we put him in the cage?” he asked and Marcus glared, making the man flinch back. “He can barely walk with this new drug… which by the way its time for some more of.” He said and Jack didn’t even flinch as he felt the needle being pushed into his arm.
One of the men got him to the floor and tied his ankles together and wrists together, behind his back, then backed away quickly. All Jack did though was curl into a ball on the ground, feeling his own blood drip down off the table and splash onto his naked upper body. He didn’t look at his brothers, afraid of what he’d see, instead closing his eyes and letting the endless flow of tears drip down his face.
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An hour passed as Jack lay there cold on the dirty floor with his brothers trying to get to him. They had left all of them alone for a while but Jack knew they’d be back. Bobby, Angel, and Jerry had been trying to get him to respond to them but he couldn’t… pain and self-hatred kept him curled on the floor.
His eyes snapped open though as he felt the pink drug start to wear off. Before he could even remotely enjoy or try to get out of his tied up state Marcus came in, slamming the doors open, and turned on the lights. He injected Jack with the drug, right in the neck, and when he roughly pulled back Jack whimpered.
“I want you to tell me, Jack. Tell me who it is and I promise I’ll make their death quick … and relatively painless.” He said but Jack just stared at him blankly. “Damnit Jack! I know you know who it is!!! Tell me!!” Marcus screamed and Jack curled into a ball.
Marcus shook his head and grabbed his shoulders and slammed him up onto the metal table again, strapping him down. He hit a button so the table was in a sitting position and Jack was forced to look at him. “I know you want to die… I know you’ve tried to kill yourself…” he said and Jack’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment and shame, when he felt his brothers eyes on him.
“I promise I’ll give your mate a quick death and you won’t have to suffer anymore, promise.” Marcus said and took out a knife and cut off the tape.
Staring at him Jack said nothing, he would never let Bobby get hurt and right now he wouldn’t even be able to protect his brother. He didn’t even see the hand coming at him but he sure as fuck felt it as Marcus backhanded him.
“You know I can hurt you for hours Jack… and I remember the times when we used to do it in front of the others.” Marcus turned to his brothers and smirked “We used tie them up together, especially him and Alexander, and just cut them up or rape ‘em whatever we were in the mood for at the time.” He said and Jack felt shame burn inside him as he closed his eyes.
“Ahh… I wonder… would that make you tell me, hmm? Do you know how many of the men have been dieing to test you out? I could have them line up and just take turns… and in front of your… ‘brothers’ how would you like that?” he asked with a grin.
Jack spat at him “There’s nothing you can do to me that will make me tell you. I’ll… never… tell.” He choked out as tears filled his eyes. Marcus’s eyes burned with hatred and he taped Jack’s mouth back up, undoing the straps so Jack fell to the ground, and stormed out.
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Once he heard the door close Jack closed his eyes for a second before he rolled on his back and kicked at the table. He only had so much time to do this he thought as he kicked out again, this time knocking the tray over.
Gagging Jack turned away as the cup that held his heart fell, dumping out his bloody heart. Leaning his head on the floor for a second Jack closed his eyes and begged for strength as he sat up again. He pushed his chained arms under his knees then over his legs so they were in front of him.
He grabbed one of the knives and quickly turned his back on the bloody heart. Closing his eyes he concentrated, he could hear his brothers muffle screams but ignored them, he needed to concentrate.
He followed the poison as it traveled through his body and with the little power he could still control he moved all of it to his right wrist. Quickly slicing his wrist open Jack cried out, trembling, but watched as bright pink liquid dripped out of his veins.
Rocking back and forth, eyes squeezed shut, Jack pushed all of the poison out of his veins. When he was done he fell to his side panting and stared at his wrist as it healed. His head snapped up when he heard gun fire and screaming.
Shaking his head he melted the chain locks on his wrists and ankles before he stumbled over to his brothers, pulling off the tape, and quickly got them untied. Before he could even do anything Bobby had grabbed him and pulled him into a hug.
Eyes slipping shut Jack wrapped his arms around Bobby’s neck and breathed in his scent “God I thought you was dead.” Bobby muttered.
“We gotta go!” Angel hissed and when Bobby let him go Angel and Jerry grabbed him. That’s when they noticed Marcus was standing at the doorway.
“So I was right… it was one of your so called ‘brothers’….” He said and before any of them could blink he took out a gun and pulled the trigger, aiming at Bobby.
End Chapter
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