The Second Spencer

Chapter 11

Eliot left the office the other day feeling a whole new low. Now the team knew about one of his greatest mistakes. Now there was no way he could stop them from trying to help him. It's not that he didn't appreciate them; he just didn't need anyone else getting hurt because of him. Especially them.

When Eliot woke that morning, he was surprised at how long he had slept. It was almost three hours. Three. His alarm clock read 4:30 AM.

Eliot groggily ran a hand over his face. He had no idea why he was so tired. He thought back to last night.

Oh. That's why.

Eliot had downed a couple of beers and was probably slightly hung over. He usually didn't do that, but it was most likely due to the fact that his before-dead sister was now very much alive in the hands of one of his enemies. Great.

He rolled out of bed, headed to the kitchen, and got himself a water bottle. He downed it and got three more.

After this number, he plopped down onto his couch. It was 6 now, and he'd probably head to Nate's around 7:30 AM.

Wait. He was sure he only drank a couple beers. So why was he so hung over?

Eliot cursed as he hopped to his feet, looking around frantically. He thought of every possible chance someone would have had to drug him the other night. He had escorted out a drunk that was causing a scene. He'd left his drink exposed…

He cursed yet again as his vision began to blur. Why was this drug taking so long to affect him?

His door burst open and about five men stormed in. They each were armed with a riffle or handgun, all pointing at him from a distance. He stood, ready to fight, but swayed unsteadily on his feet. They just stood there, trained on him. He cursed again.

Eliot locked on one of them. Or was there three of that one guy? Eliot wasn't sure, but he decided to aim for the one to the right and he swung out a punch. The man easily dodged, leaving Eliot to fall face-first to the ground. 'Great,' He thought, 'just like Pakistan…'

And with that, he promptly blacked out.

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Jack Nellis had never been a vengeful man, but seeing as Eliot Spencer had killed his brother then hospitalized him, there was a slight acceptance to his behavior.

When Jack had seen his brother's lifeless body, he was devastated. Eliot was still there, having just finished the heinous deed of breaking John's neck when Jack walked in. Something snapped in him and he attacked the murderer. He didn't even recognize Eliot from his days in the service. This was due to blind rage and that his eyes were different. They used to be filled with the brightness of a new soldier, but now they were filled with the darkness of an assassin with a lust for blood. He was like a hound dog, doing nothing but what pleased his master. Caring about nothing but his orders.

The monster took one look at Jack and kicked his throat, sending him crashing into a nearby coffee table, cracking his head open.

"I'm not sorry, Nellis," Is what he said as he left after kicking him in the stomach, cracking a couple ribs. "Just following orders," The words rung in Jack's mind, even now.

When Jack was released from the hospital after a month (from the throat kick and the cracked ribs), he began his planning. Of course, he'd seen all the shows where the villain plotted revenge and failed miserably, but he learned from them. He wouldn't make their mistakes. He'd be the ultimate villain.

So, he took Spencer's sister right in front of him. Jack had AJ for three years, and she was his now. He'd even made her think he was her brother (sometimes). But she was stubborn, too much like Spencer, so Jack had to rough her up a little bit. He'd never done anything that would take not only her honor but also his away. That would make him less of a man and more like a monster. More like Eliot Spencer.

After those three years of mostly ignoring AJ (only 'visiting' to brainwash her more), the plan had finally moved on to the final stages.

He began by updating all his information on Spencer. There was one thing Jack found hilarious; he had a team. An actual team that was still together after more than a year. Jack found that surprising due to the fact that Eliot was a selfish, heartless beast. He couldn't even save his own sister. Too bad for him though, she was Jack's now. Eliot had lost her by his own mistakes, and Jack was just saving her from him.

AJ Spencer. Now she's hard to figure out. 'Just like every blasted woman…' Jack thought, '… No. She's different. Stronger. It's almost as if she should have been a man…' Jack shook his head, smiling at how he got off track. AJ was a stupid girl, but she was Jack's stupid girl. And he would never let anyone come between him and her.

Jack immediately slammed the brakes on his train of thought.

'No,' Jack changed course, 'I can't. I can't actually think about her as my sister. I'm going to kill her, right? Right along with her brother… Maybe I could keep her. Maybe we can live a normal life after all this is done. But would she still love me once I kill Eliot?'

He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What?" He asked sharply, "This better be important."

The door hesitantly opened, revealing the dumb face of a burly man named Harry.

"Sir," Harry's deep voice grumbled stupidly, "Spencer at brew pub. We go now?"

"What are you, an idiot?" Jack snapped. Harry almost answered. "Of course I want you to!" He didn't move. "GO!" Jack bellowed.

Harry jumped away from the door as if it were electric and ran down the hall. The door slammed behind him. Jack sighed in anger.

'That's what you get for hiring revenge-blinded idiots…' He scolded himself. His men were mostly people who were looking to get revenge on Spencer while others were just in it to be a part of the fall of a legend.

And they were in luck because today was the start of that fall.

Jack grabbed his keys, jacket, and headed out to his car, ready for the next stage in his plan.