Summary: After suffering a brutal attack, Jack is left alone in a dark alley.
Warnings: language, mentions of violence
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Vulnerable

Chapter Two

Bobby sat anxiously at the kitchen table, his leg lightly bouncing up and down out of nervous habit. It was almost three-thirty in the morning and Jack still wasn't home. He had already called every one of Jack's friends that he knew of, going as far as jumping in his car and searching the town through and through.

He was literally no where to be found.

Jerry entered the kitchen, bags already forming under his eyes from the lack of sleep.

"Any word yet?" he asked, fatigue thick in his voice.

Bobby didn't even look up at him.

"No." Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair. As much as he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened. He couldn't have just disappeared.

When Jack left, he said he needed to go for a walk to clear his head. Bobby could tell something had been bothering him for the last couple of days, but didn't want to pry it out of his little brother. Jack normally came to him when he was ready.

Looking back on it now, maybe he should have pried. What if Jack owed some people money and he was now lying in a dumpster with a bullet in his head? If he had known what was up before hand, maybe he could have stopped all this from happening...

Jerry rubbed his hands over his tired eyes, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose before returning his attention back to his brother.

"Bobby."

"What?" he snapped in a hostile tone.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Blaming yourself. We don't even know what happened. Jack could just be somewhere blowing off steam."

Bobby finally looked up at him. "If Jack wanted to blow off steam he'd light up a cigarette and play his guitar, not disappear for hours." He put his elbows on the table, resting his head in his hands.

"How's Ma?"

Jerry shook his head slightly. "She's worried sick. I finally convinced her to go to bed about a half-hour ago."

Bobby suddenly stood. "Let's go. I can't sit here and do nothing anymore."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea Bobby..."

"If you want to sit on your ass and do nothing while Jack could be out there dying then be my mother fucking guest!" He grabbed his coat and keys that were strewn on the counter.

Jerry let out a deep breath. "Ok. I'll come with you."

Without another word they were out the door, on there way to search for any clue they could find.

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Jack shivered violently against the cold, his body moving involuntarily and causing every jerk to become more and more painful. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, but he was starting to give up hope that his brothers would somehow, miraculously find him.The bleeding from his hidden wound was getting worse, and his clouded mind kept jumping from thought to thought as if it was short-circuited somehow.

I've got to get out of here.

Man, the stars are bright.

Ma's probably worried.

"The more you struggle, the more it will hurt," the Nameless Man whispered sickly in his ear as he placed his pointer finger lightly against Jack's lips.

Jack said nothing.

Looking back at him with satisfaction shining in his eyes, The Nameless Man smiled. "Put him in the van," he ordered his collaborator. "And make sure he can't get loose."

I wish it wasn't so cold.

Maybe it'll start snowing soon.

Too bad they took my wallet too.

I wonder how long it takes to bleed to death.

Jack fought desperately to keep his eyes open. He remembered hearing somewhere that you're supposed to stay awake if you have a head wound. Needless to say he was failing miserably. The longer he sat on the cold concrete, the more the pain intensified, and the more he wanted to close his eyes in an attempt to escape it all.

Fuck, I'm bleeding really bad.

I think some of my ribs are broken.

Where am I?

Why am I sitting outside?

I wish Bobby was here.

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Bobby drove carefully down the dark streets of Detroit for the second time that night. He had to find Jack before it was too late.

"Maybe we should go home and call the police," Jerry suggested, becoming discouraged by Jack's still missing status after almost an hour of searching for him.

Bobby looked at him with slight disbelief. "We're not giving up on him."

"I don't mean give up on him. I just think it would be better to look for him when it's light outside."

Turning the steering wheel sharply, Bobby swerved over to the side of the door, stopping the car with a jolt.

"Get out."

Jerry looked at his older brother, confusion in his eyes. "Wha—"

"If you don't want to look for Jack then get out. You can walk home for all I care." There was an anger in his eyes that could send chills down the spine of even the toughest gang bangers in Detroit.

Jerry looked out the window, as if seriously contemplating if he should step out of the car and make the commute across town on foot.

"Bobby..."

"What!" He followed Jerry's suddenly wide eyes to a dark spot on the sidewalk.

"You don't think that's Jack's blood..." Jerry began, but Bobby was already out of the car, looking down at the pool of blood that seemed to taunt him.

"It goes that way," he said to Jerry who was now out of the car and standing beside him. The path made by other splatters of blood led to a dark alley way behind an abandoned building.

"Stay here," Bobby told Jerry before he turned to follow the crimson trail.

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Coming to his senses for a moment, Jack began to hear footsteps coming in his direction. A sense of relief started to wash over him.

"Thank God," he managed to whisper in a harsh voice. Even the simplest tasks were becoming a challenge.

The figure the footsteps belonged to finally made themselves visible at the end of the alley and slowly made their way closer to Jack's slumped over form.

When did Bobby's hair get so long?

I don't remember him being that short.

Why is he walking so slow?

Damn, I wish he'd hurry up.

The footsteps finally stopped and Jack looked up at the disgruntled man standing before him.

His heart sank.

It wasn't Bobby.

Author's Note: And that's the end of chapter two! Hopefully you all enjoyed it. And don't forget to leave a quick review!