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Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Four Brothers. If I did Jack would not have been shot.

A/N: This story has NOTHING to do with the movie The Amityville Horror.


Chapter one: Evelyn Mercer

"Evelyn Mercer must be crazy to want this one."

Markus Peters leaned back in his desk chair and smiled at his colleague, who was sitting at his desk, smiling back. The guy, Jason Heater, shrugged. "Well she did take in four of the worst cases we've seen yet. So, to call her crazy now is just an understatement."

Jason flipped a folder on his desk opened and looked at the information. It was all on Evelyn's four adopted sons'. "I mean the woman adopted Robert Rains, Jeremiah Brown, Angel Williams and Jackson Carter."

Markus laughed slightly and took a swig from a bottle of soda. "Well then she must think that she can take care of this one too." He said after swallowing of course.

Markus had the boys' separate files that held all their information. He already had one opened on his desk, but it wasn't a Mercers' file. As Markus read the information his eyes widened and he quickly grabbed another file. Jason watched as he flipped through the second file and paused. After a moment Markus looked up. "I can see why she wants to take this one in too." He closed the files and sighed. "This one is just like Jackson."

- - -

Evelyn Mercer slid her hands across the freshly made bed to get any wrinkles out and smiled at her work. She turned around to find her youngest son sitting Indian style on his bed. He had been watching silently as his whole room was moved around and turned upside down to make room for a new foster child. Since all the rooms in the home were taken, Jack had to share his room. He didn't enjoy it much, but in the end his opinion on the matter was ignored and a second bed and dresser were placed into his room.

Evelyn walked over to the bed and patted Jack's head. "Sweetie, I really think you'll like her. I would have put her in Molly's room otherwise."

Jack sighed and nodded. Molly was a foster child that was staying in one of the attic rooms of the Mercer house and Jack knew that Molly would have openly welcomed this new foster child, which is what made him wonder why his mother kept saying that he would like her. Jack didn't even know the girl's freakin' name! How was he supposed to like her if he knew next to nothing about her except that she was his age and she was a girl. It just did not make sense to him. Jack was determined to get an answer today, he pushed himself up and followed his mother. He followed her all the way to the kitchen, Bobby, Angel and Jerry were all lounged out in the living room, watching what Jack could only guess. Jack walked into the kitchen and sat himself at the table. Jack watched Evelyn as she started on lunch. "Mom?"

Evelyn looked over her shoulder slightly and smiled. "Yes Jackie?"

"What's her name? And why do you think I'll like her?"

Evelyn put the knife, that she had been using to spread mustard with, on the counter and turned around to face Jack. She smiled at his curiosity. "Her name is Amity De Luca. I think you'll like her because the two of you share life experiences."

Jack had a feeling that 'Life Experiences.' wasn't to be taken in a good way. He shook off the urge to ask more questions about this Amity De Luca. "Can I help you with lunch?"

Evelyn turned around and smiled. "Of course you can Jackie. You can set up the table and the counter."

Jack nodded and started setting plates of sandwiches, that Evelyn was done with, on the table. After a few minutes all the sandwiches were laid out and Evelyn called everyone. Of course Bobby, Jerry and Angel came running in and settled at the table, while Jack chose the counter. Moments later the two foster children that were staying with the Mercers' came running into the kitchen. Molly sat down next to Bobby and smiled at him. She and Bobby were the same age and it was obvious that she liked him, but no one could tell if Bobby liked her back or not. Alex was the second foster child. He took a seat at the counter, but he kept his distance from Jack, so there was a chair between the two. Jack glanced at Alex and saw that Alex was focusing on his drink. Jack inwardly sighed, the only reason Alex was afraid of him was because they had shared a room when Alex first came to live with them and Jack had woken up scared. Not being used to sharing his room, Jack freaked out and attacked Alex. After that they were separated and Alex had never spoken more than four words to Jack since then. That had been last year. And now as Jack sat there, his sandwich was in his hand and was half way to his mouth, he could only think about that night and hoped that it wouldn't repeat itself with this Amity De Luca girl. "Jack are you okay?"

Jack looked up to see everyone staring at him with worry written across their faces, he noticed that Alex had gotten up and squeezed himself over at the table. Jack looked down and noticed that he had dropped his sandwich. His eyes went back to Evelyn. "Um, why do you ask?" His voice came out sounding odd and quiet.

"You didn't answer my question. You had that lost look in your eyes. It worried me." Evelyn kept her gaze on Jack as he looked down at his plate, he was thinking of something to say so his mother wouldn't worry. "Um I was just thinking about this new foster child I guess..."

Evelyn nodded accepting that that was all she'd get from him on the subject. Before anyone else could speak the phone rang. Evelyn quickly answered.

- - -

Amity sat in the back of her social worker's car. She hated that car, it always had a weird smell that reminded her of one of her foster fathers'. She watched the dull scenery of Detroit pass by as Markus drove her closer to her new foster home. A knot grew bigger in her stomach with each minute that passed. She was afraid that this new home would be just like all the other ones'. "The house is right up here." Markus pointed to the street corner that was rapidly approaching. Amity couldn't help but shiver as her fear took over her mind. Before she knew it, they were parked outside the house and Markus had turned himself around as much as he could and was giving her the 'Be a Good Girl' speech. Amity subconsciously nodded, but she wasn't really listening to him. Markus sighed and ran a hand through his thinning hair. "Amity, you're obviously not listening to me so, let's go."

Markus got out of the car and opened the door for Amity. She slid out, Markus snatched her bag and walked toward the house. Amity silently followed, her head hung low as she prepared herself for what could be more pain. Markus walked up a set of steps and through a screened in porch. Amity watched as Markus knocked on the door and waited. Moments later a woman opened the door with a bright, friendly looking smile. Her eyes went from Markus straight to Amity and Amity could have sworn that the woman's smile grew. The woman stepped aside and Markus walked into the front hallway of the house, Amity quietly followed. "Markus it's nice to see you again."

Markus nodded and muttered a 'You too.' Then he turned around and looked down at Amity. "This." He said, pointing to the woman. "Is Evelyn Mercer."

The woman or Evelyn, squatted down to Amity's level, she held out her hand. "You must be Amity."

Amity nodded slightly and took Evelyn's waiting hand. After their quick shake of hands, Evelyn stood up and faced Markus. "Well thank you for bringing her. I'll make sure to call if there are any problems. Though I doubt there will be."

Markus nodded curtly. "Well I doubt it as well, seeing as you've managed to keep your boys' under control."

Markus cleared his throat as Evelyn nodded. "Well I trust you've read her file and know what you're dealing with?"

Evelyn nodded again. "Well you should be going. Shouldn't you?"

Markus nodded and muttered a 'Good-bye'. He was gone after that, leaving Amity standing in the front hall with Evelyn. "Well, you must be hungry. So, let's go to the kitchen and I'll make you a sandwich and you can meet everyone else."

Evelyn started down a hallway and Amity quietly followed. When she walked into the kitchen she found five boys and one girl staring at her. Amity froze and she felt Evelyn place her hands on her shoulders, Amity flinched at the touch and Evelyn took her hands away just as quickly as she had put them there. Suddenly the boys and girl all stood up in a line, all facing Amity of course. "Guys, this is Amity. Amity, this is my oldest son, Bobby. He's eighteen."

This Bobby boy gave a lazy wave. He was the fourth tallest out of the six and he wore his brown hair slicked back. He also had on a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Amity could feel his brown eyes staring at her. His scowl told her to be careful around him. "And this is Molly, who's also eighteen. She was a foster child, like you, but she's eighteen now so, she is staying here on her own free will. "

Molly was at least two inches shorter than Bobby. She wore her long reddish brown hair in a pony tail, her brown eyes were kinder looking. She wore a long sleeved brown shirt that fit tightly around her upper half and of course she was wearing blue jeans, just like Bobby. "That is my second son, Jeremiah, he's seventeen."

Jeremiah smiled. "You can call me Jerry though." Amity nodded. Her first thought of Jeremiah was that he had pretty big teeth. But, like Molly he was nicer looking. He was black, so Amity knew that he was adopted. He was the tallest and was wearing overalls and a plade shirt. "That is my third son, Angel, he's sixteen."

Angel was also black. He was the second tallest and was wearing a light blue shirt with once again blue jeans. He, just like Jerry, had only smiled at Amity. "And that is Alex. He is a foster child too. He is fifteen."

Alex gave a small smile and a slight wave. He had black hair and looked a bit Asian to Amity. He was wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt. Finally, Amity thought. Someone that isn't wearing jeans! There was only one more person left after Alex. Amity locked eyes with him as Evelyn spoke. "This is my fourth and youngest son, Jack. He too is thirteen."

Jack was the third tallest, which was taller than Amity. He was thin and almost scrawny looking compared to his brothers' who looked more built. His brownish blond hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed and ran a hand through it. Amity's eyes left his blue green ones for a moment, he was wearing plade pajama pants and a t-shirt. Okay, maybe he really did just get out of bed. Amity's thought were interrupted by Evelyn's voice. "Amity? Would you like to get a tour of the house or have some lunch first?"

Amity shrugged. "Uh, I guess I'll take the tour."

Her voice was quiet and it was sort of scary to hear it. "It speaks!"

Amity's eyes went straight to Bobby who was smiling and had everyone laughing. Evelyn shot Bobby a glare and his smile disappeared as well as all the laughing. "Just for that you can give Amity the tour of the house. I have to go grocery shopping anyway."

Molly stood up and put her plate and cup in the sink as did Bobby who was muttering under his breath. "Evelyn, I'll go to the store with you if you'd like."

Evelyn nodded her head and they both left the kitchen, Evelyn gave Bobby a look before leaving the kitchen. Everyone else quickly put their dishes in the sink. Angel and Alex ran into another room, Jerry and Jack started to get the dishes ready so they could wash them. Amity heard Evelyn yell a 'Good-bye' and everyone yelled back, then she heard the door and knew that the woman was gone. "Remember to wash away every crumb fairy!"

Bobby started back into the front hallway, Jack's gaze went to Bobby's back and he yelled, "Shut up Bobby!" Bobby's amused laughter could be heard from the hallway. "Hey! Amity! You want a tour or not!?"

Amity's eyes widened a bit as her mental note came back to her. She quickly rushed into the hallway and found Bobby standing there. "Okay, so this is the front hallway or whatever you wanna call it."

He walked into a room and of course Amity followed. "This." He said. "is the living room. This is the first place you look if you wanna find me, Angel or Jerry."

The rest of the tour was basically the same. Bobby showed her the Dining room and then the Kitchen again. He showed her the back yard and the laundry room and the garage. He showed her the basement which was basically a huge play room type place for all the kids. There was also a bathroom in the basement which Amity found odd, but didn't question. Next was the second floor, there were six rooms on the second floor. Bobby went by each and named off which room was occupied by whom. Amity didn't really pay attention to who inhabited what room, in fact she only really knew that the bathroom was at the end of the hallway and next to it was Evelyn's room and Bobby's room was right after Evelyn's and to her dismay hers was after Bobby's. What bothered her even more was that when they opened the door to her room there were two beds. "Why are there two beds in here?"

Bobby looked at her and Amity immediately wished she hadn't asked. "Well that bed is yours." He pointed to a bed that was to the left when walking into the room. "And that is Jack's bed." He pointed to the bed right in front of them. Amity looked up at Bobby, hoping to find some trace of that being a joke, but she found nothing. She waited for a moment hoping that he would burst out laughing or something, but nothing happened. He just walked out of the room and across the hallway to a set of stairs. "Up there is the attic which was converted. Now there are two rooms up there which are taken by Alex and Molly." He turned around and started to the main stairs. "You can un-pack your shit if you want!" And then he too was gone.

Amity had never let go of her bag. She looked down at the dark blue duffel bag and then to the room that was now hers. She sighed and walked in. It didn't take long for her to un-pack her things since she had never felt the need to take many things from foster home to foster home. Amity decided to go back downstairs, she hoped Evelyn was home. As she descended the stairs, the sounds told her that Evelyn was not home. Once in the front hallway, Amity quickly looked into the living room and found Bobby and Alex on the couch. Bobby was cheering Jerry and Angel as they wrestled on the floor. Alex was about to fall on the floor from all the laughing he was doing. She quickly hurried into the kitchen and found Jack standing there with a scowl on his face, he was also muttering angrily to himself. "Why are you angry?"

Jack dropped the plate he had been scrubbing and soapy water splashed all over his shirt. His gaze went to Amity. "Don't do that!" He snapped, which made Amity close her eyes tightly. She opened her eyes after a moment and saw that Jack was trying to dry off his shirt with the towel, it wasn't doing much. Amity took in a breath and decided to try again. "Why are you angry?"

She watched as Jack pointed towards the living room. "Jerry left me here to finish the dishes while he goes off and has all the goddamn fun."

Amity was silent and finally she spoke. "I could help you if you want."

Jack thought for a moment and moved over. Amity quickly took his place and they both decided that Jack would wash and Amity would rinse and place the dishes on the rack to dry. They didn't speak at all, they only listened to the cheers and laughter in the living room. Once they were done Jack started towards the stairs. Amity just stood there watching him. "Come on." Jack motioned for her to follow him and he started up the stairs. Amity quickly followed and they went straight to their room. Once there Jack went to close the door. "No."

Jack stopped and looked at Amity, she had a familiar fear in her eyes. "Can we leave the door opened?" Jack nodded and walked over to his bed, he grabbed a book from his nightstand and started reading it. Amity watched him for a moment before going over to her dresser. She opened the drawers and started moving all the clothes around over and over again. Jack noticed this and watched her. For the first time he noticed that, like him she was thin. She had brown hair that went just passed her shoulders, and icy blue eyes. Her skin had an olive tint to it. "Why does your skin look olive colored?"

Amity didn't look up, but continued with her re-organizing. "Because I'm Italian. At least that's what I've been told."

Jack nodded, silence fell over the room again and Jack tried to go back to his book, but he found it hard to do so when Amity was in the room. He found that he couldn't stop looking at her, he couldn't help, but watch her and take in everything that she did and every little detail on her looks. Finally another question formed in Jack's mind. "Do you have O.C.D. or something?"

Amity's eyebrows raised in a questioning way. "No." She said slowly. Jack pursed his lips in confusion. "Then why do you keep switching all your clothes around?"

A flash of shame went through Amity's eyes, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. And in a quiet voice she said, "I'm trying to make it look like I have more than I really do."

Jack nodded, he understood her actions, he had once done the same exact thing. He got off his bed and grabbed a pair of jeans form his dresser. Before heading to the bathroom Jack said in a whispered voice, "I'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that said, he left Amity alone in their room.