Jack traced his fingers over the bandage on his face. He was at the hospital now, along with his parents, Maggie and Sid. He knew that the doctors wanted his dads to have him committed into their psychiatric ward, but they had said no. It all had to do with Raven possibly getting loose. If he really did get out, they wanted him and his two siblings with them at all times, especially since he had kidnapped Jack himself before.
Jack shuddered at the thought. He had been kidnapped when he had been only a year old, and nobody had a damn word about it until now. Raven and some other psycho named Christian had run Randy and Jeff off the road and could have killed all of them. Raven had taken Jack that night, and Christian had taken Randy and Jeff. Now Jack had asked why Christian had wanted them, but he hadn't really gotten an answer to that question. All they had said was that they had had issues with Christian before that night, and Christian had wanted to hurt them for getting him put in jail for a few years.
"Sid please sit down," Jeff said to the younger son, who was trying to do flips all around the room. "You're going to bug the other patients."
"I can't sit down Daddy!" Sid exclaimed. He started rolling around on the floor. "There are ants in my pants! Fire ants! I hate fire ants! It fucking burns dude!"
"Hey!" Randy snapped. "Watch your fucking language!"
Maggie giggled. "I don't think that was any better Dad."
"No, I don't think so either."
Jeff gave Sid a very serious look. "Did you take your meds tonight?"
"Nope!" Sid said happily. He stopped rolling on the ground and hopped to his feet. "There was no time to. We had to save Jack." He started making airplane sound effects. "Super Sid to the rescue!"
Jack sighed and shook his head. And here he was thinking he had issues. "Quit being an idiot Sid. We have a serious problem on our hands."
Sid stopped running and sighed. "What, you mean the guy who thinks he's a birdie? I'll just throw rock at his big dumb head."
Randy cocked his eyebrow. "You don't throw rocks at real birdies, do you?"
"Noooo," Sid said in a long drawn out voice.
Jack rolled his eyes. That probably meant Sid had in fact done that. "Daddy, do you think Raven really will come after us again?"
Jeff chewed on his lower lip. "I think he probably will if he gets out. He's not the type to forgive or forget anything. Although he might go after Dreamer and Sandman first for humiliating him before he was carted off to jail."
"That might be the only bright side to all of this, because then at least we might get some warning that he got out."
"Well why don't I just call Zach and ask him if Raven is--"
"Yeah, how about no," Randy interrupted. "The last thing you need to do is get in contact with him. If Raven gets out and thinks he can use his son to get to you…" His voice trailed off and he just shook his head. "No, I'd rather try to call the jail itself and see if we can do anything to stop him from getting out."
"And what if we can't?" Jack asked. As bad as this situation appeared to be, it at least gave him something else but his own depression to focus on. "What are we going to do then?"
Jeff and Randy both exchanged looks. "We don't know," Jeff admitted. "I think we're just going to have to cross that bridge when we come to it."
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Raven hummed under his breath as he just stared at the cold, concrete wall. The cell he was trapped in had been his home and his hell for many, many years now. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten what the real world was like. He wondered if there was anyone out there who missed him. Probably not, seeing as he had been such a dick before. Maybe Stevie did, although he hadn't visited in several years. It seemed like his number one flunky was finally breaking the chains that bound him to him. It almost made Raven kind of sad.
But things were starting to look up. Raven had served almost his full sentence and he had been on his best behavior for God knows how long now. They were talking about letting him out on parole. His parole would have to be served in the Bowery, where his hellish childhood had taken place. And he would agree to do it--just so he could get out and get do what he really wanted. No parole officer was going to stop him from doing what needed to be done.
Jeff and Randy needed to be paid a visit…and it was time to finish this once and for all.