Chapter 3
By: MysticFantasy
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"How you feeling Jackie?" Jerry asked walking into the hospital room to see his youngest brother reclining against the elevated matress while nursing a cup of chocolate pudding and Bobby sitting in the chair next to the bed looking at the tv that was showing a hockey game.
"A lot better." Jack answered before another spoonful of pudding.
"That's good to hear." Jerry mused. "The doctor come by yet?"
"No." Bobby answered keeping his eyes on the tv. "He doesn't show up soon I'm gonna hunt him down."
"Knowing you, you'll skin him too." Jack said using his plastic spoon to scoop up the last of the pudding in the cup.
"You know too much Cracker Jack." Bobby joked with a grin and ruffled his brother's hair.
Jack lightly chuckled and finished his snack. Bobby right away grabbed the empty cup and tossed it in the trash.
"How do you expect my arm to get better if you keep doing stuff for me?" Jack asked.
"Hey, as long as your butt is in that bed this is going to keep happening. When the doctor says you're back to one hundred percent then you can go back to playing that fairy music and being the chef again."
"You're too considerate." Jack said with a smirk.
"I know. I need to stop." Bobby replied.
Jerry smiled, glad that Jack was getting better and they were all even closer than before. He was still having trouble getting over the fact that they thought he had been dead. It had been such a horrible pain to handle and a huge empty feeling had appeared within him.
The second oldest brother was glad to know that the emptiness inside him had vanished when they saw that Jack was still alive.
"Hey guys."
Jerry looked to the door to see Angel quickly walk in and shut the door.
"What's going on Angel?" Bobby asked seeing his brother's odd behavior.
"The last stuff with the house is done but check this out." Angel replied handing Bobby a newspaper.
Bobby looked at the front page and saw the headline.
"Mercer household suffers damage and casualties." he read outloud gaining everyone's full attention. "Early Saturday afternoon the household of famous social worker Evelyn Mercer was found under ruthless fire from unknown gang members. The four adopted sons of Evelyn Mercer were inside the house during the time of attack and were caught off guard. The youngest of the brothers, Jackson Mercer, died from serious gunshot wounds and heavy loss of blood only moments after the attack ended. The remaining Mercer sons were found to be in self defense while identities of several of the gang shooters were discovered which gave police a lead to who ordered the attack. Gang leader Victor Sweet was now on the police wanted list when he mysteriously vanished, leaving authorities to suspect and question remaining Mercer sons. So far, the case has come to a sudden dead end. Leaving police and other authorities to call the case to a halt until further leads surface. Funeral notice for Jackson Mercer has yet to be released."
"When was the last time we were on the front page?" Angel lightly joked.
"Been a while. That's for sure." Bobby answered reading the rest of the article.
"Public articles can never get more than two things straight." Jerry declared lightly.
"No kidding." Jack agreed. "They forgot to mention that I came back from the dead as a flesh eatting zombie that can still breath."
"Forget them Jackie." Bobby said. "Pretty sure that someone else is gonna want to hear our point of view about this and then everyone will know that you're still kickin'."
"Doesn't really matter to me." Jack replied. "I don't really have any friends here anyway."
"Sure you do. You have your fairy fan club. You know. All those guys that chase you around asking you to marry them." Bobby declared.
"F***er." Jack chuckled lightly swatting his arm at Bobby.
"Besides, it doesn't matter what other people think. We know that you're still here and that's all that matters." Jerry added lightly ruffling Jack's hair.
