Sorry, My little (XxxxXxxxx) separation thing isn't working... so if its not there sorry about the confusion of the split.

Cat and Mouse Chapter 25

"They're not coming. Jack." Paul said as he stood over the young boy.

Jack's blonde hair fell into his eyes as he looked at the floor. Bobby is. He thought to himself, but didn't DARE say out loud.

"Do you know why they won't come for you?"

Jack didn't answer.

Paul grabbed his hair and pulled his head back against the brick wall.

Jack squeaked and his stomach knotted.

"I asked you a fucking question." He glared hard at Jack's face. "Speak."

He looked up at Paul. What was he supposed to say? He had no idea why Paul thought they weren't going to come.

"Because you're mine." Paul whispered in his ear. "You're worthless, remember? Why would they want you? You know, the only reason Bobby Mercer was being nice to you, was because that's what his mother told him to do. He doesn't want you around. He hates you just as much as I do."

"That's a lie." Jack whispered.

Paul slapped Jack across the face. "I didn't say you could speak. Why would he want you if he hates you?"

Jack hesitated. "You want me around."

Paul's face hardened. "I keep you around for purely for enjoyment purposes. Bobby Mercer wouldn't do that. Haven't I taught you to just give up? Just give up. It will never happen. I'm the closest thing to love you'll ever get. So stop dreaming." He said harshly.

You don't know anything. Jack thought angrily.

"What did you say?"

Jack stiffened. He had always had a problem of saying half his thoughts out loud. But usually, he was alone when it happened, not this time. Paul heard what he said, and now, he was gonna get it. Jack pressed his body closer against the wall. Not that that would even do anything.

Paul grabbed Jack by the shirt and dragged him across the room. He swung the back door open and pulled him outside.

Jack immediately shut his eyes. The sunlight was too bright. He had been stuck in that barn for 4 days. The light was too much for him now. He didn't even know where he was. He didn't know the state, the city, or even what time of day it was. He knew nothing. And now Paul was taking him somewhere, and he didn't even know where.

Paul pulled Jack along by his wrist for over 5 minutes. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, they stopped walking. And Jack opened his eyes.

He looked around. They were standing on a bridge, in the middle of nowhere. Jack gulped. He could hear the rushing water of the raging river below their feet.

Paul pressed Jack hard against the guardrail. "I'm getting sick and tired of your rebellion." He picked Jack up and held him over the rail.

Jack started to struggle.

"Uh, uh, uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you. I might accidentally drop you. And you can't swim, can you?"

Jack stopped moving immediately. It was true; he didn't know how to swim. No one ever taught him. In fact, he'd never been in water more than 3 feet deep before in his life. His heart started to pound as he looked down at the water, and the 30 foot drop that came with it.

"Now. You come find me when you're done with your little swim. If you don't, I WILL find you and you will be severely punished. If you live through it, that is."

That was when he let go. Jack started screaming as he fell farther and farther away from the top. And as he fell, the water got closer and closer. Time sped up and had just enough time to brace himself before the strong waves swallowed him up.

Jasmine looked at Bobby in horror as she saw the man press the barrel of the gun harder against his temple. Bobby looked at her. She knew exactly what he was telling her to do.

"I'm not leaving you." She whispered.

He glared at her.

She shook her head. "If I leave, then all of this would be for nothing."

"Oh shut up!" The man said. "Get on your feet, Mercer."

Bobby slowly got to his feet and grunted.

"Wow. I've never seen Bobby Mercer so vulnerable before." The man nudged Bobby's stomach with the gun, causing him to grunt again. "Does that hurt big boy?" He taunted. "Good." He hit him harder, causing Bobby to yell and dropped to one knee.

Jasmine gasped and covered her mouth. She tried to go to Bobby's aid, but the man shoved her back.

"Stay down, or I shoot him."

"Someone would hear you." She said.

He smiled. "No they wouldn't." He held up his gun for Jasmine to see the silencer sticking off the end of the barrel.

Bobby took the distraction and kicked the guy hard in the knee.

The man fell, and as he fell, his gun went off, hitting Bobby right in the collarbone. He yelled and stumbled back against the wall.

"Bobby!" Jasmine screamed. She turned on the shooter and kicked him hard in the face. "You fucking asshole! You don't know who you are messing with!" She kicked him again.

The man got to his feet and swung a punch at her face.

She grabbed his fist and smiled. Twisting it, she flipped him into his back and kicked him the throat. Jasmine stepped back and let him gag for air and she took a look at Bobby's shoulder.

"Ah!" He yelped. "Don't touch it. It's fine."

She gave him a look. "Really?" She said sarcastically. "I can tell by the way you cried out when I touched it."

Bobby opened his mouth to warn her, but she didn't seem to need it.

Jasmine ducked as the man's fist swung over her head. She slid under his legs and popped up behind him. She drew a knife from her bra and slit the man's throat. He fell to the ground with a THUD. She knelt down and whispered in his ear. "No one messes with my Mercer but me."

Bobby smiled. "So now I'm your Mercer."

"No. You're Sweet's Mercer."

They both froze. He recognized that voice. And he could tell by Jasmine's face that she did too. They both turned around and saw him. It was Sweet's right hand man. It's been, Lord knows how many years since Bobby had last saw this guy.

He was a strong man; averaged height and could EASILY take Bobby down in a fight.

"Quentin. Max Quentin." Bobby said with distaste.

Quentin's face brightened. "So you DO remember me. I haven't seen you since you were just a boy." He stopped when he saw Jasmine. "You're supposed to be dead."

She shrugged. "Guess I'm not. Sorry to disappoint you."

He pulled a gun on her. "I'm not disappointed."

Just then another man with a ski mask ran toward them. He came up and whispered something in Quentin's ear.

His smile dropped and he handed the smaller man the gun. "Finish them, Harrelson." Max said and ran out of the alley.

Jasmine kicked him the face and attempted to take the gun. Harrelson grabbed Jasmine's wrist and snapped it like a twig.

She screamed and fell back next to Bobby.

"I was always sick of you, Jasmine. Now I'm going to finish you." He put the gun to her head and before Bobby could stop him, BANG!

Bobby's heart lurched. His terrified face turned to confusion when Harrelson was the one that dropped dead instead of Jasmine.

She too looked confused.

"Bobby Mercer! Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head!"

Bobby turned and saw a group of squad cars parked at the end of the street. He got to his knees and laced his fingers together and smiled. He had never been happier to see the cops in his whole life. On second thought, he was NEVER happy to see the cops. 'There's a first time for everything.'

The cops came with guns in hands and pulled Bobby to his feet. Another cop cuffed Jasmine.

"Jasmine Hurst, you are under arrest."

"What? What for?" Bobby asked.

"Murder."