DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FOUR BROTHERS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.

"Welcome to your new home, Jackie," Evelyn Mercer spoke with a sweet, soothing voice as she led Jack into her humble aboad. The boy, about the age of 13, looked around the room, his eyes scanning each part he could register in his little head. His mouth dropped as the nice woman led him around, showing him her house. He was quite pleased with the fine and up-kept conditions of the house and felt comfortable being there. However, he did feel a little nervous meeting his new brothers and felt as thought he wasn't going to fit in. Everyone was so much older than him.

In stepped Bobby Mercer, the Michigan Mauler, the eldest. He was wearing a signature leather jacket that looked somewhat old, but it fit his kind of style. Jack stared at Bobby as he walked past, not really noticing Jack until he got into the kitchen. Bobby turned around and looked down at the kid and smiled. "You must be Jack." he said, holding out a hand to Jack. The young boy tilted his head, his full head of hair flopping as his head tilted. He stared at Bobby for a moment and then smiled back at him. "Yeah, I'm Jack..." Jack said, introducing himself fairly to Bobby.

Shortly after Bobby's entrance, two other men walked into the house and looked at Bobby greeting a young kid. "Oh, so this is Jackie, huh?" Jeremiah Mercer asked, approaching Jack. He, too, held out his hand and motioned for Angel to come over. They all introduced themselves and Bobby took it as his responsibility to show Jack his new room. He gave him an upstairs tour and lastly showed Jack his room. As he stepped into the vacant room with a bed and dresser, Jack's mouth dropped in awe, hardly believing what his eyes were telling him. This was the happiest he's ever felt in years. And according to Evelyn, Bobby, Jeremiah, and Angel, he was home. Home, sweet home.

Jack awoke from a deep sleep and noticed he was pinned against a wall, wearing nothing but his pants. His shoes snd his shirt had been stripped from his body and were laying in a corner of the dark cellar he was in. His heavy head hung down and he tried his hardest to pick up, merely only managing to get a glimpse of how he was hanging on a wall. He noticed that his wrists were strapped to the wall, as well as his ankles and his stomach. He had two silver chains hanging from his neck (that belonged to him) and they were both splattered with blood. Jack couldn't open his mouth. He moaned, trying to pull his lips apart, but soon realized they'd literally been sewn shut. His eyes widened as he heard a creaking door slowly open. His gaze shifted from the damp floor towards the small sliver of light seeping into the dark room.

He groaned deep in his throat and let out a soft sigh. His weary head hung down again, straining his neck to an extreme extent. Footprints soon came into view and his head was being lifted to come face to face with Victor Sweet. Jack tried to widen his eyes, but felt it nearly impossible, considering he was on some kind of drug that knocked him out for nearly two whole days. He lazily stared into Victor Sweet's eyes as the brutal man gave a cold grin. "Oh, look, I have Jackie Mercer in my possession. Tsk, tsk, tsk...Looks like your worthless brothers proved themselves again. Worthless. Hmph." Victor grunted, speaking with a low, subtle tone. He gave Jack a heavy glare and backhanded him across the left side of his face, leaving a glowing red hand print. He chuckled some and nodded his head, feeling rather satisfied. Sweet then turned on his heel and walked out of the cellar, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yesterday, noon:

"What the fuck, Jerry. Why didn't you tell us about this! How you always owin' people money, Jerry? Huh? What's'a matter with you?" Bobby scowled, shaking Jerry at the shoulders. Jerry shrugged Bobby's hands off his shoulders and took a step back to avoid any physicaly fights that were about to happen.

"Bobby, you need to calm your hot-head ass down 'fore I-' Jerry was cut off by Bobby's anger.

"Before you what, Jerry? Kick my ass? Kill me? Better yet, put me in debt so you can buy a lost-cause business?" Bobby hounded, sticking his nose up towards Jeremiah's, a dark glare forming in his full eyes.

"Bobby, cut the crap. You know just as much as we do that Jerry is a grown man and-" Angel got cut off by Bobby as well.

"You shut the fuck up, Angel! You shut your fucking mouth right fucking now! If I hear another word come out of your mouth, Angel, I swear to God I don't believe in that I will fucking choke you." Bobby cursed, his fury now worsened. He looked back to Jerry and shoved the letter of disqualification in his face, feeling betrayed by his own brother. "I know now, Jerry, that you are nothing but a fuckin' liar! You DON'T want to help Jack and I swear you were in on this whole shitty set up with Ma, and-" Bobby stopped instantly, realizing what he was saying and then looked at Jeremiah to see the look of awe plastered all over his face.

"You seriously believe I had somethin' to do with Ma's execution? What the fuck is wrong with you, Bobby? Accusing me of shit I ain't never fuckin' done! And what? So you're gonna accuse me of stealing money from the bank now, Bobby? Are you gonna accuse me of all the shit that happened to while you were in jail? What's next, Bobby? Huh? What else are you gonna blame me for? Seems like you got a pretty nice list goin' already." Jeremiah shouted in a somewhat shrill, aggitated voice.

"Get the fuck out," Bobby said with a deep, serious tone that was filled with utter hate.

"What?" Jerry asked, not surprised by Bobby's words.

"Are you deaf? I said get the fuck out. Ma would've been ashamed to see you put her good fortune name to waste. Get out, Jerry. Just get out."

Angel stared in amazement, afraid that if he jumped in, he was going to get the full brunt of Bobby's rage. Jeremiah nodded in discontent, feeling rather foolish and betrayed as well. "And take this with you," Bobby said to Jeremiah, holding out the disqualification letter. Jerry snatched it from his hand, nodded to Angel, and stormed out the door.

Jeremiah dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number and put it to his ear.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

"Jerry?" asked the person on the other line.

"Look, Camille, I want you to take the girls and go stay at your mom's, okay? I'll tell you everything later. Jack's gone missing and there's more trouble brewing. There's a lot of shit I gotta handle." Jerry said quickly.

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

"Jerry - wait."

"What is it, baby?"

"Promise me you'll come home?"

"Always."

Jeremiah slowly took the phone away from his face and closed it, hanging up with his wife. He sighed softly and made it to his house. He walked up to his house and realized that his front door was cracked open. Thankfully, Camille and the girls were out skating. Feeling a bit of panic, Jeremiah slowly crept up to the front door of his home and pushed it open carefully. He peeked his head inside and glanced around, making sure no one was there. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled loosely. He walked in cautiously, looking around to see if anything was taken. Nothing. He noticed a small piece of paper and and a VHS tape sitting on his coffee table. Curious as to what it was, he quickly snatched the paper from the table and unfolded it, reading it:

Congratulations, Jeremiah. You've beaten the first part of our game. Too bad we didn't get to beat your wife, but we got the next best thing. We left you a present on your table under this note. Don't be afraid to watch it.

-Anonymous

Jerry clenched the note tightly in his fist and gritted his teeth. He groaned with rage and widened his eyes with fury. He shook his head and picked up the VHS tape, examining it. He turned around, switched on the TV and the VCR and popped the tape in and hit 'play'.

There, hanging against a wall was his baby brother. He was staring at the floor, just hanging there. He had a bit of blood dripping from his mouth and Jeremiah's heart pounded inside of his chest. He started to shake a little as a man's hand came into view of the camera and lifted Jack's face up, revealing his mouth that was sewn shut and an extremely bloody, broken nose. Jeremiah gasped loudly, trying to choke back a single tear that flooded the bottom of his eye. He swallowed hard, a lump in his throat making this task very difficult. He felt uncomfortable, scared, worried, anxious, paranoid, etc., but coudn't stop watching the tape.

Jack's head was lifted up some, now revealing a minor gash on his neck, nowhere near his jugular, but threatening. Jeremiah gasped once more and turned off the tape. He cried out in angst and ejected the tape. His first instinct was to go back to his mother's house to share his gift. And that's exactly what he did.

Tired, hungry, and sore from being beaten and dragged through snow, Jack hung there like a puppet in a closet. He moaned loudly at the pain of his mouth being sewn shut and threw his head back against the wall, nearly knocking himself out from such an accidentally hard blow. He cringed at the pain and sighed softly, picking his head up to notice the door creaking open once more. The drugs he'd been given earlier to sedate him were wearing off and were making him feel like complete shit. His body ached, the cuts and bruises stung, and his mouth felt like it had all sorts of barbed wires stuck through it. His bright blue eyes focused on the figure walking down into the room and was severely startled to see a large knife in the man's hand. Jack squirmed on the wall, attempting to get out for some reason, although he knew that it was futile.

The man approached him closer, and touched the dull side of the knife to Jack's chest. Jack looked up into the eyes of the person behind the mask with straight fear in his glossy eyes. He shuddered as soon as the man began to unzip his pants. He threw his head back and felt hopeless, feeling as though he had just met his death bed. He was going to die on this wall, here and now. He was going to get raped and die! Fear flowed all through his body, making him feel light headed and could feel the walls spinning around him.

As his pants dropped below his knees, he swallowed hard and tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming next. The man teased at his thighs with the dull end of the knife, making Jack shiver and shake. He gasped as the man ran the knife down his shaft and smacked his head hard against the wall. He groaned and tried to shift his body away, but it was useless. He was stuck in this very position. 'Oh my god, oh my god. Ohhh, fuck, I'm going to die. Holy fuck, where are my brothers?' His thoughts raced and filled with memories of his child hood. As the man began to toy with his scrotum, he gasped in silent pleasure. His eyes shot wide open and he cocked his head back, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying it would all be over soon.

The man's fingers shifted around Jack's leg, groping him in areas that felt so wrong for any kind of being to touch that wasn't a female. Jack's facial expression turned to pouting as his fear rose even more, driving his mind insane. His eyes fluttered open and closed, almost as if he was having a silent seizure. Jack felt his anus pulse as the man's fingers gently stroked at the bare, tight skin. Jack shuddered again and he tried to struggle once more. 'Oh god, please make it stop!' his mind screamed, but no words came out of his mouth. The only sound he could make was a painful groan and even that made him feel stupid. Two of the man's fingers slowly began to poke and prod, reaching up through the tight space they caressed.

An unbelievable feeling made Jack's mind go completely blank and he slammed his back against the wall, attempting to struggle again. The uncomfortable feeling of something being shoved up where it's not supposed to be made Jack's mind twist and turn in all directions. Soon, he felt sick to his stomach, feeling as though he was going to heave. But how would he heave if his mouth was sewn? He tried his best to hold it in and squirmed as the man's fingers searched deeper.

Jack heard a slight chuckle escaped the guy and all he could think was 'You sick fuck!' He was very tired and he didn't want to stay awake for much longer, but he knew he had to stay awake for this. He had no choice; the uncomfortable feeling made him paranoid, almost like it was a bad dream. 'Oh, god, PLEASE LET ME WAKE UP!...Wake up, mind! Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!' he shouted in his head, grimacing and throwing his head back against the wall again. The man's fingers continued to penetrate, moving swiftly in and out. Jack fought the sensation to tear up and groaned unpleasantly, showing off his blatant unease.

The man stood up and smiled at Jack, giving him a light kiss on the neck, biting a piece of his flesh and pulling at it. Jack shuddered again, this time more than the other times. 'Oh my god, FUCKING MAKE IT STOP!' His mind screamed. The man added an extra finger and ultimately made Jack reach his pressure point. He started squirming even more, attempting to pull his arms out of the wrist locks and maybe even break free. Unfortunately, he failed. He was defeated. Jack's breathing became very heavy, and he tried to refrain from his body hyperventilating as the man's fingers sunk in deeper, moving all the more faster than before. Soon, another finger was added and Jack could feel the ripping of his anus. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and gasped as the man gave one final thrust with his fingers, causing Jack to jump.

A feeling of relief fell over Jack as the man slipped his fingers out and shook them. 'Finally...' he thought. The knife soon came in contact with his mouth and was placed between his lips and sliced through the tight stitches carefully, giving Jack's mouth freedom. A large breath was soon drawn in and he began panting heavily. He grunted multiple times and gasped for air like a fish out of water. His panting became stronger as the man reached down for his shaft. "Oh, fuck you man!" Jack shouted and head-butted the guy, causing the man to stumble backwards. "Don't FUCKING touch me!" Jack shouted again, this time with more rage than he'd ever had in his life. It was bad enough being tied up in a nasty, cold, damp cellar with no lights or life, but to be raped down here and have some fucked up guy playing with you is just taking it to the farthes extreme.

I know, I know the ending here is a little bit "cliché" but that's okay! I tried to use some literary value in my post instead of being extremely vulgar. However, I do think that this "cliché" aspect ties into what my story is all about and what the future chapters will hold. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading! Thanks for all your reviews, I'll try to keep writing when I can! Woohoo!