By the time of the Vegas show, most of the bruising in Jack's face had gone down a significant amount. He ate pineapple, bananas, iced it all the time, and managed to get the bruises to go from Black to blue and green. With some foundation and color correcting, he looked normal. He wore a nice black dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. Most of the bruises were covered. The handprint on his neck had yet to fade, and despite how much foundation they put on it, it still showed through.

The show went as planned, Jack felt really good about it. The next afternoon, the FBI came to take them in. All the makeup he had been wearing the day previously had been washed off, all of his bruises on display. Walking through the Casino Lobby, was something he really did not want to do, but he had no choice.

As they all sat being detained, Jack slept with his feet kicked up. He was super glad that he didn't have an Coke on him or in his bag- getting caught with that by the FBI would ensure his detainment and arrest. He'd done it all before the show- he'd wandered off shortly before they were to go on stage. By the time he was done on stage, he was starting to come down, and was glad the show was over.

Sitting in the FBI's detainment room was definitely nerve wracking, so he slept with his feet up on the table. No one was going to talk to him, so he might as well make use of the nap time. He was so confident that they weren't going to come talk to him, so he fell into a deep sleep- He'd been there 3 hours already and no one had spoken to him.

Unfortunately for him, he ended up having a nightmare, which was really more of a flashback. The last 3 years had given him PTSD, and he wasn't handling it well at all. Agent Dylan Rhodes walked into the room, right as Jack was at the peak of his nightmare.

"Stop…please….Johnny….no….I'm sorry….stop….please." he cried in his sleep.

Dylan dropped a file on the table, which startled Jack awake. He literally jumped up, fell over and then proceeded to freak out. He'd forgotten where he was, and had been restrained, which hadn't gone over well until he remembered he was in the FBI and there was an FBI agent watching him have a panic attack.

"So, who's Johnny?" The agent asked.

"Fuck you." Jack growled from his place on the floor, he had yet to move.

"Jack Wilder, age 17, ran away from his foster home in the Bronx at the age of 14. Suspected Dealer at 16, Sitting in the FBI at 17. How's it feel? You do realize you wont be going back out there to your friends. You're going to be shipped back to New York and put back in the system."

"There's no point. I'm 18 in 2 weeks."

"Who gave you the bruises?"

"Leave me alone."

"Was it this Johnny? You were having a nightmare weren't you?"

"so what if I was, what's it to you. I'm hear because you think we stole the money using Magic. So unless the FBI wants to admit they think Magic is real, you have to let me go."

"if we let you go, its only to go back to the system."

Jack fought with the handcuffs. "Hell No! I'd rather die than end up in another home. Its always the same, get beat up, get sent to the next "family". Family is a lie, all they do is abuse you, and manipulate you. My friends care about me. Let me go." He snarled as he fought with the handcuffs more. Soon he was out of them and standing across from the agent.

Another FBI man came in, and said Jack could go. Jack stormed out without a hesitation. As he walked out, he felt the Vegas heat hitting him. It was definitely 118 outside. Getting in the car, he remained silent.

Meanwhile, Dylan was "fuming" about the horsemen being set free for now. He sent a message off and the receiver sent back, "It will be taken care of."

Johnny, who had been knocked unconscious for a day- Jack had hit him pretty hard, woke up to hear that Jack had became famous. So what any manipulative, abusive boyfriend, would do, was ruin it for Jack.

He got a twitter, and began to bash Jack.

"Jack is nobody. Not sure why he's on stage."

"he sucks at magic, he always has."

"i've been telling him to quit that stupid shit for the last 3 years."

"He's not even that good in bed, all he does is cry."

"that kid does more drugs then your favorite pop stars."

What he didn't expect was the DEA at his door busting it in. They arrested him on scene. He was read his rights, and told he was being arrested for selling and distributing drugs, Domestic Abuse, Statuary Rape, and possession of unregistered firearms.

By the time he got to the jail, he was processed and sent to Prison within the day- Someone high up had made sure of it. By the time he was processed by the prison, all the inmates knew what he was in for. A lot of them don't like guys who abuse their partners/children. His cellmate, a man with the nickname, "Bear". By morning, he was bruised, sore and hating his life. He swore that if he ever saw Jack again, the kid would pay.

Meanwhile, Jack was already on his way to New Orleans when he was informed that Johnny had gone to prison. Not having time to process it, he suppressed his emotions to deal with them at another time. Continuing on with the show, he found some Coke, did a few lines and went forward with everything. When the FBI made themselves known, and it was time for their escape, Jack was having chest pain from all the adrenaline. Running, they all parted ways and got away. Getting back to New York, he felt a moment of calmness, and then remembered the next part.

He went to the bathroom where he had his stash hidden, and did a few lines. Today was the day he died.