Ch 3: Secrets

|A lot more Jack in this one sorry for the lack. Pleasant reviews would be nice.|

BANG!

My whole body trembled. My bottom lip wobbled furiously under my top lip. My hands shook. I couldn't make a sound, I was just paralyzed inside myself. The man on the chair with one swift motion dropped forward, not before I noticed his eyes roll to the back of his head and part of his brain escape out of the gaping hole in his forehead along with a sea of red blood flow outwards. "What the fuck did you do that for? We came here to talk!" Carmine screamed out, clenching his fists. "You told me to finish him." Jack stated, confused by it all. "I wasn't being serious it was to put fear in him I almost had that bastard." Carmine shouted running his hands through his brown hair. "Well he's dead now.…" Jack giggled out. "I can see that caption fucking obvious this isn't some joke, what the hell did you do that for?" My eyes switched to my father who stood with a grim face, his black hair seemed to have grown a length like it was ready to leap off and jump out of the room. The man on the floor had stopped moving also. "I don't trust the stuttering people they mumble too much." Jack said calm as the ocean waves. "What are you a sick maniac?" Carmine questioned with genuine disgust in his voice. "Hey it was a good shot." Jack said proud. "You fuckin' shoot a guy and all you have to say is it was a good shot you sick bastard clean this up."

I guess now when I look back it was things like this that was Jacks undoing. Jack took too many chances he was a wild ace of spades in a pack of pure diamonds, different strange and just plain crazy to the core. Jack Napier's eyes then flickered over to the window. At first his eyes skimmed along, to the sky, but then they locked straight onto mine. There was a burn of satisfaction in his eyes of finding me. Murders are addicted to killing, I'm sure that's obvious to everyone, they have a need to kill and like any addiction they need more of the substance to get the high. For Jack Napier however it couldn't be fulfilled anymore, he was bursting through his facade of a common hit man. Killing one man per day wasn't enough, he needed more. And right now I was in his eyesight. Even as a child I felt like a lamb in the eyes of a predator. "The fuck is that?" Jack questioned. Both Falcone, and my father turned to look outside. I was a deer caught in headlights, blinded, terrified, with no place to run. But I still had to try. The easy solution would have been to run back to the trunk slam it down and pray to God they didn't hear its sound. Instead I was in such a panic, I just darted from the window and ran.

The wind blew on my cheeks making my cheeks burn from the cold, I could now feel the sludge of mud drip from my pajama bottoms. But I still ran with all the strength within me. I could hear the door spring open and I heard their feet's rush across the pavement. I dared not look at the ground or behind me I just kept looking ahead. Running. Running. Running. I really should have been looking at the ground below me, because there was a crack in the concrete ahead. Eventually my shoe came into contact and I landed on the ground. In usual chasing situations I would had time to get to my feet and run again. But these where desperate men chasing me a hungry breed of individuals who stop at nothing to get their desire. I can still hear their voices near me and remember the fear that crept up my neck. Filled with no other option I threw my hands over my eyes, praying that if I couldn't see them they couldn't see me. They stopped before me. "Hey it's a kid." My fathers voice stated. "I don't care if it's the president shoot it before it calls the cops." I lowered my hands revealing myself. Both Carmine, and my father stood still. Silence. Jack had yet to catch up. My fathers face softened and he lowered his gun. "Awh Jesus." He spoke. Carmine lowered his own his lip raised in a snarl.

Jack caught up his gun raised. "Good you waited." He spoke exhilarated. My father pushed his gun out of his hands and on the ground. "Put that away. Its my daughter." My father spoke looking down at me. A mixture of shame and guilt washed over his face. Carmines was mixed with fear and shame. Jacks face was simply disappointed that he hadn't have been quicker and got the chance to put me on the end of the gun. I looked away feeling incredibly on target with all three men staring blankly at me. When I next looked up Carmine had his hands rushing through his hair again. My father was keeping his eyes on Jack who was sitting on the concrete staring into space. "Can she keep a secret?" Carmine finally spoke, ending the silence. My father simply replied. "She's my daughter." Carmine nodded as if he understood. "Jack come here a moment." Carmine said moving away from us. Jack jumped to his feet and followed they began to go back into the blue door, leaving both me and my father alone. I tried to speak a few times, but my voice cracked and I shook remembering the blood and the horror of it all. Eventually I found my voice and said "Does mom know?" I had to stare at the ground, I just couldn't look at him. My father paused I assume to try to find out how he could best phrase his words. "Your mother knows that the Falcone family have a lot of bad business. She also knows that without them we'd be on the street." I gulped trying to ask another question but all that would come out was "And Tom?" My father let out a sigh. "He thinks he does but he doesn't know it all." I began to shake on the pavement. My father tried to put his arm around me for comfort but I just turned my head to the side away from him.

All my young life, my father was this source of fantasy, of God like behavior and now he had crushed my sprit. Crushed my imagination and my heart. I lay in silence. He stood in silence. Several minutes passed. The sound of the blue door opened. Carmine and Jack stood outside. "Come on." Said my father. He held out his hand, for me to take. I grabbed it and he pulled me up to my feet. I let go and looked down in my hand to see blood. I wiped it on my pajamas shaking slightly following my father from behind. In a matter of seconds we where beside my fathers car. Carmine was in the front passenger seat, while Jack was going to be sat beside me. My father climbed in the driver seat, I climbed in the passenger seat. The sound of the door made me shutter, the loud ring of it reminded me of the bang of the gun. It wasn't long before the engine became alive and we where moving away from the place of my nightmares. My father and Carmine where in deep conversation but I dared not pay attention to it, I didn't want any more horrors filling my mind. "Pst." A voice came from beside me. I turned over to see Jack. "Wanna hear something funny?" He asked in a low key whisper. I nodded hoping the art of comedy could cool my senses. "We're all murderers in this car. You know that when you where born you had to fight your way into the womb? So technically just by being born you let hundreds of small little creatures die. So your just like us. But you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" I shook my head in complete despair at what he meant exactly.

"What the hell do they teach you in school?" Jack questioned, the car came to a halt. "Come on Jack." Carmine spoke. He opened his car door. "Harry." He said looking at him giving him a nod of goodbye. He turned away and spoke. "Molly." Then both he and Jack got out of the car and we drove off into the distance in complete silence.

*New POV*

The streets where deadly silent for 4.30 at Gotham lower end. The part of Gotham where the nights really thrived. Carmine reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. "I don't like the idea of a ten year old knowing this. Just think what if talking to a teacher she forgets about her secret and tells the whole class!" The majority of the Gotham police force ate straight out of the Falcones wallet but there was a few son of a bitches in power that would try to, actually do something about it. Of course there wouldn't be anything done but what if the FBI happened to become interested, then business would be cut short and all precautions would have to be taken. Which is an unnecessary hassle. "What you trying to say?" Jack questioned rubbing his thumb across his fingers. "I think we need to keep her quiet you know little girls with imaginations." Jack was not repulsed by the idea he merely shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "What about Harry?" Carmine pressed the cigarette to his lip. Harry was a good worker, but his children where his life line cut them and they'd see hell. Carmine looked at him. Jack knew what he was asking. Kill Harry. "That idea has been growing in my brain for sometime." Jack announced. "But the guys been a close friend of mine for years sure we talk dirty and all but there's love in those eyes. Its like if your mom stabbed you its not like your gonna turn a knife on her you'll patch it up and giggle later." Jack suddenly burst in hysterics making Carmine jump. "It'd be so weird if I really was like that? When?" Jack questioned. Carmine smiled. "Not now but soon."