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Jack was sitting in the lounge surrounded by books left, right and centre. He gnawed on the end of a pen as he tried to force another chunk of knowledge into his already full brain.

How the hell am I gunna learn all this.

A quick rap at the door drew him from his deliberation, providing a more than welcome break from his studies.

'Hey man.'

Jerry wiped his feet quickly before stepping in and giving Jack a good smack on the shoulder.

'How ya bin?'

'Alright, I guess. I got a ton of books from school and I'm tryin to learn everything in them.'

Jerry glanced over Jacks shoulder, his eyebrows raising as he saw the mountains of books spewed around the room.

'Ha, good luck.'

Jack raised an eyebrow sceptically.

'Thanks.'

He moved back into the lounge, grabbing a book from the table before slinging himself onto the sofa and reading a random page.

'Bobby in?'

'Yeah, upstairs I think; with Angel.'

'Cool.'

He peered over the top of the book in time to see Jerry jogging hastily up the stairs. Furrowing his eyebrows suspiciously he returned to his reading, only to be interrupted again by all three Mercer boys tumbling down the stairs to the front door.

What the…

'Wait!'

He caught Angel's attention as he was just about to shut the door.

'Where are you guys going?'

Angel shot Bobby a, rather obvious, worried glance.

'Nowhere.'

'Well, your goin somewhere. Can I come? I am so bored of this crap.'

He gestured to the newly formed library before reaching to grab his scarf off the hooks.

'NO!'

A stunned silence ensued, broken only by Bobby's heavy steps back to the door.

'What Angel means is that you gotta be here. You gotta take this crap till ya pass your test or ma will get pissed…and you'll have a crappy future.'

'But I need a break. Nothins going in anymore.'

'No.'

'Come on. I haven't left the house in an age!'

'I said no Jack.'

Bobby's serious tone caught Jack off guard, turning his desperation into suspicion.

'Why? Where're you going?'

'Somewhere you can't be alright. Just stay here ok?'

He turned and made his way toward the car, where Jerry was waiting impatiently. With a glance back at Jack they sped down the icy street.

What the fuck just happened?

He looked back to his books, then to the road, then to the floor, then to Bobby's car.

He had never driven a car before but curiosity and boredom had gotten the better of all rational judgements. After a screechy, slow start with multiple stalls he was driving hot on the heels of Jerry's car. The car felt strange and sounded strained, Jack peered nervously to the dials and his feet before he realised a gear change from second to third was in order. He slammed his foot down on the clutch, struggling to get the gear stick in the right slot.

Shit.

The car groaned in protest before he slammed it in and pulled his foot off the clutch quickly, causing the car to jerk violently.

I'm sure it's nothing.

He grinned to himself as he approached Jerry's car, panicking a little when he rounded the corner and saw it sitting stationary with the lights off. He pulled into a stop at the other end of the street.

What the fuck are they doin?

They sat for a while waiting. Dusk turned to dark, introducing the arrival of prostitutes and their desperate clients.

God this is boring. I should have just stayed home and studied.

He nearly nodded to sleep when Jerry's car started unexpectedly. Jack fumbled with the keys, starting his engine and pulling out clumsily when they had gone around the corner. He followed them not too far to a motel. This all seemed too familiar. He glanced up at the sign. 'Viking Motel'.

A memory of him lying on the floor of one of the rooms reading the sign flashed across his mind. He remembered too well the fear of the attack and the anger of his abuser. He had promised him coke, his fists clenched against the memory of the drugs sweet effects, when he had picked him up off the street corner. The street they had just come from.

What the FUCK are they doin?

He screeched to a halt, slamming the door before he ran up the stairs in pursuit of his brothers. A skinny man ran out of one of the far doors, a bundle of clothes in his arms as he pushed past Jack on the walkway. Jack eyed him as he ran by before quickening his pace toward the room he had shot out of. He had almost expected to see what he saw.

The door was stood ajar, allowing Jack no foresight to the awaiting scene. The anticipation plunged his world into slow motion as he timidly pushed the door open. Sound stopped as he watched his brothers beating the shit out of some poor sod. Angels boot connected with the mans stomach before Bobby crouched down, swinging three punches at his face, one after the other. Jack was surprised to see that even Jerry was getting in on the action. Angel's large hand slid roughly into the mans hair and he yanked his head backward forcing his stubbled chin upward unmercifully. Their eyes met for a second and his gaze grew pleading, pitifully desperate. Bobby stopped with his fist suspended in the air, following the mans glance to Jack. Angel and Jerry caught on when Bobby lowered his fist. There was a moment of nothing and then Bobby shouted to Jerry to get Jack out.

He allowed himself to be ushered out of the door, looking to Bobby's eyes as Jerry guided him backwards. The door shut only after Bobby's gaze returned to disgust and his fist proceeded from the position it had been suspended.

'Wh-what's going on?'

'What are you doin here?'

Jack looked at Jerry.

'What's Bobby doing?'

Jerry rolled his head on his chest.

'Justice'

The connections came together in Jacks mind surprisingly slowly.

The street… the motel…the man.

He stared down in disbelief.

'I-Is that the' he gulped down his anxiety, 'the man who'

'Yeah, that's him.'

Jerry eyed Jack cautiously, interested as to what his next move would be. Jack cast his eyes to the floor and when nothing else was said or done Jerry ducked his head curiously in a vain attempt to connect with Jacks downcast eyes.

'Are you angry?'

Jack's brow furrowed.

'I don't know. No, I guess.' He battled with his conscience, 'He deserves it.'

Jerry nodded in agreement. 'but…?'

'But, I just. I think. I feel like I should be. GOD. I dunno!'

There was a silence; Jerry eyed Jack, watching his eyes flicker through each emotion before clamping shut. He waited, waited until they opened, waited until he was ready.

The result surprised Jerry. Jack's eyes shot open, cold and uncaring as he stared callously onward at the metal railings.

'That man is everyone that has ever done me wrong. He is bad and deserves no more than what he gets. I don't give a shit about what you do to him….he never gave a flying fuck what happened to me….none of them did'

The last part was no more than a whisper, but loud enough for Jerry to catch it. He walked away, leaving Jerry flinching at the venom in his solemn statement.

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