First Four Brothers fanfiction I have written. I am a huge fan, especially of Jack :3 I cry every time I witness him getting shot again and again. This is his thoughts before dying. Just a small one shot, I think I could have done a little better with it though.

Anyway, Enjoy!

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'Stupid guy with the ski mask, Im going to kill you!' You think as you chase the little fag who pelt you with snow.

Again your cool laid back personality had been spilt. Some idiot who rung your door bell and randomly flipped you off caused this. With all the tension and fighting lately, this had ticked you off good.

You know its stupid but you take off after the guy in the ski mask hoping to use your skills and beat him to the ground. But your awesome plan backfires when the guy spins around with a gun at you, aiming it at your chest. You freeze as your heart drops all the way down to hell as he pulls the trigger.

A pain shoots through your chest so hard that you fall to your knees. Your blood started going backwards up your throat. You open your eyes to stare up at the guy who shot you, almost willing to beg not to be killed, but the silver barrel of the hand gun was staring at you instead. Your blood dribbled from your chin as you kneel there, frozen in fear.

Another gunshot is heard, you think your dead then, but your shooter falls instead. You then hear your brothers yelling at you and you know its time to run like hell.

So you do. You stagger up, not really knowing if you can get to the house or not, but you try. Get there and be safe, that was your goal.

But you never make it. Your goal wasn't accomplished. You hear gunshots go off again, this time multiple. As they hit you from behind, you scream out in agony as you feel your pain worsen but it was seeming to sooth out into a slicing pain rather than a sharp one as you fall to the ground. Its ironic because you fell on your back there too.

You scream in agony as you call for you brothers. When you scream for Bobby, a massive glob of blood drowns your scream. You fall back into the cold crimson snow with tears streaming down your face.

You lay there listening to gunshots and thuds of the dying bodies. You pray that its not one of your brothers. The pain was fading as your body was going numb. As you struggle to breath through the thick blockage in your throat, you finally let yourself realize that you aren't going to make it through this one. Not that you had much luck before this. But now the gunshots were fading into an echo. The pain you feel is also fading as your vision starts to move slowly into a black mass.

"Jack! Jackie!"

You felt strong hands wrapped around the back of your neck, forcing blood to come up once more. Bobby's voice was echoing through your ear as if he was far away.

You force your eyes to look at him. He was crying. The famous Bobby Mercer was crying. That scared you more than dying. You don't want your brother to cry for you. Then there was the sound of a crash…like a car crash.

Your older brothers were magically all around you now. Bobby was trying to hold you head up, but all you tasted was the blood as it poured from your mouth. He was yelling to Sophie about something you couldn't quite catch. Maybe about the ambulance or something. 'It wont help' You wanted to yell out. You knew though, the minute that you felt the first shot, you weren't going to make it. You just wouldn't admit it to yourself.

You then feel yourself falling. This was it.

"Jackie, please! Don't die on me little fairy, please!" Bobby's voice was almost like it was in your mind, far , far away.

You try to cough yourself into a smile for you brothers, trying to convince them that you will be okay. You would be with mom.

You finally let yourself fall into calm darkness…

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SO how did I do? Please review!