i love this movie! i'm putting a ghostly twist to this spaghetti western.

I don't own Four Brothers.

Jack Mercer listened to the far away calling of his name. He followed the sweet elderly voice that beckoned him just at the end of a dark tunnel, where a warm white glow blinded his eyes. He tried to shield his eyes with his hands, but he couldn't. He walked into the bright glow and felt like he was opening his eyes.

The white glow surrounded him before disappearing completely. The light was replaced with a horrifying scene. Dead bodies scattered across the neighborhood, bloody snow covered the side walks and a family huddled in mourning.

Jack saw Bobby Mercer, his oldest brother crying over his dead body. He also saw his second oldest brother, Jeremiah Mercer, mourning against a telephone pole. Then Jack looked on with sad eyes as his older brother, Angel Mercer, cried into Sofi's embrace. The beautiful woman, recently engaged to Angel, let tears slip down her face as she whispered caring things to her fiancé.

The youngest Mercer looked down at his body, staring into his own dead eyes and felt a sob escape his mouth. He felt an overwhelming sadness. Jack sobbed with his family and didn't notice when Bobby left his spot over Jack's body. He jerked when he heard a gun shot from nearby.

. . .

Bobby Mercer enjoyed the weather of summer. It was warm, dry, and sunny. He worked under a car in an auto repair shop. He was an incredible mechanic, his skills and knowledge around automobiles were professional. Though Bobby worked as a mechanic, his passion wasn't cars, it was Hockey.

Hockey was his art, his hobby, and his childhood. Bobby played hockey as much as he could when he wasn't busy. It was his release, and it once had been his profession before he changed careers.

Bobby finished his work and wiped the grease from his hands with a red cloth. He was ready to call it a day. He clocked out of work and saluted his boss in mock respect before leaving the auto shop. Bobby wasn't the nicest guy, he'd admit if asked, but being a douche was his past time.

He smirked to himself as he imagined his day ahead, playing turkey cut with the guys and insulting their mothers. He frowned, thinking about his own mother, and how he'd beat up anyone brave enough to insult her.

Bobby drove home in deep thought about the troubling events that occurred last winter. He never liked to go back to that time because it distracted him. He felt placed in a mind trap, unable to escape the heavy feelings his heart could remember.

Bobby blinked out of his trance when his brown eyes caught sight of Angel sitting on the porch. Angel Mercer looked stressed with his head in his hands. Bobby parked in the drive way and turned off his car. He gathered his jacket and made his way to his younger brother.

"Angel?" Bobby called out. Angel didn't look up, instead he remained in the same position. Bobby clenched his jaw, not having any patience and kicked at his brother's shoe. "What the fuck's the matter?" Bobby asked rudely in his Boston accent.

Angel grunted softly when Bobby kicked him. He finally looked up at his older brother with scared eyes. He licked his luscious lips and spoke with a slight quiver in his voice.

"I can't... I have no..."

"Speak clearly,"

"You're one to talk," mumbled Angel.

"What the fuck was that?" Bobby growled.

"I can't explain it, Bobby," Angel said, trying to steady the quiver in his voice, "I have no clue how it happened,"

Bobby wasn't sure what Angel was trying tell him. He didn't want to get his own hopes up, but he wondered if Angel was distressed due to his woman. Bobby looked at Ma's house, now repaired from the damage done last winter, and listened for noises. He heard nothing and he figured no one was inside, then he looked back at Angel.

"Is La Vida Loca finally gone?" Bobby asked, letting out a hint of hope unintentionally.

"What!?" Angel asked angrily. He stood up and punched his brother in the arm. Bobby punched back, and Angel winced. The soldier frowned and shook his head not wanting to fight with his brother. He looked away from Bobby and pointed to Ma's house.

"I ain't going back in there, and neither is Sofi, until you check it out first," Angel said affirmatively.

Bobby looked back at his mother's house. Evelyn Mercer raised her family in that house and now her second youngest son sounded afraid to enter her home. Their home.

Angel stepped behind Bobby and watched the house with trained eyes. The oldest Mercer brother raised a brow at Angel's wimpy behavior. He twisted to looked down on his brother and readied his tongue.

"You want me to check Ma's house for what? I thought youse a tough guy, Jarhead? What, did a little mouse scare ya!?" Bobby asked with a glare.

"It was no damn mouse in there!"

"So, something's in there?"

"Yeah. There's something," Angel said, his brown eyes grew wide. "Bobby, it's been there all day,"

Bobby rubbed his brow, trying to ease the tension near his left eye. He was confused, and Angel sounded unreasonable. Bobby eyed his brother's tense stance and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. He gave Angel's shoulder a rough squeeze. Angel felt the comfort his brother was giving him and leaned closer to Bobby.

Bobby let go of Angel and turned back to the innocent looking house. He felt Angel press against him from behind. He tried to ignore the sudden gut feeling he was getting when Angel suddenly wrapped his arms around him. Angel always clung to Bobby when he genuinely scared, expecting his older brother to protect him.

Then the sound of an object falling to the ground with a loud thud echoed from inside the house. Angel flinched and tightened his hold around Bobby. The oldest brother grew tense. He furrowed his brows in confusion, wondering what fell.

"Angel, let go you pussy," Bobby said and shook his brother off him. With a determined expression, Bobby grabbed his younger brother by the arm and forced him to walk beside him as he went up the porch and into the house.

"Bobby, I have a bad feeling, man," Angel said, casting a worried glance around the living room. He clenched his hands and held his fists up to block his face. He was ready for a fight. Bobby found what fell. It was a picture frame with a photo of Jack's smiling face.

Bobby picked up the photo frame and looked at the picture with a look of sadness. He momentarily forgot the situation at hand until the stairs began to creak. Bobby looked to the stairway, expecting to see Angel walking up the stairs. He saw no one.

Angel watched the stairs with fearful eyes. He reached for Bobby, needing him, with one hand and held his other fist ready to strike. Angel shivered and felt the air around them grow cold. He could just barely see his breath.

Bobby saw his breath and he let out an uneasy sigh. He felt a strange mix of familiarity and sadness. The kind of feelings he would sometimes get when he thought of Jack. Bobby looked back down at the picture in his hands and dared ask, "Jack?"

Bobby's only response was the sound of Jack's guitar, still in Jack's room. Angel flinched again, surprised by Bobby's question and even more surprised when he heard his baby brother's guitar.

Angel winced when Bobby forced him to follow him up the stairs and into Jack's room. They entered slowly, looking around for any signs of life. There were none. Bobby crossed the room to the instrument on the wall. The strings were still.

"Jackie-poo?" Angel asked in a whisper, Bobby heard his brother and looked at him with a disapproving look on his face for the sissy nickname. He was about to say something on it too when he heard the guitar again. Both men whipped their heads in the instrument's direction and watched the strings vibrate with sound. "Holy shit!"

Bobby agreed with his brother. Holy shit, man! Jack's guitar played a couple of more strings as the brothers watched with fear and awe.

Jack smirked. He plucked the D string one last time with whatever energy he had left.

I'd rather have ghost-Craker Jack haunt then ghost-Nappa. Jus' sayin' s'all. :)