Title: Better Off Dead
Rating: R
Fandom: Four Brothers
Pairing: Maybe some, maybe not, we'll see how the story drags me. I'm no stranger to slash so it's strong possibilities, it really depends if the story line allows it or needs it, if not, if it'll make it crap then there will be none.
Warning: Will contain sensitive material, sensitive situations that should not be taken lightly and if I do my job will not be taken lightly on my part.
Summary: The van wasn't sent to send the shooters to gun the family down; no, Sweet had thought of a way to hurt them without drawing attention to himself. The men in the van held guns but their orders weren't to kill; they were to retrieve the weakest one… the one he would have more fun with.
Prologue
As soon as Bobby realized that Jack was no longer in the house he rushed outside. How stupid could the boy be? He was too young, too naïve to be in any part of this. He didn't understand that you had to tear every small thing apart to see if there was any chance of danger. Why did he bring the kid into this quest for revenge, this wasn't his life. It never had been; he had never been like the other Mercer boys.
He couldn't just rush out of the house without thinking.
Silent prayers left his brain as he yelled for Jack to come back, praying that nothing happened to the younger man. The last thing he needed was to be taking care of someone while trying to take Sweet out. At least that's what he was telling himself even though he knew it was because he never could stand to see Jack hurt.
Every time Jack would come back from school sporting a new bruise his heart would always twist and then he would of course go and get his revenge on the pathetic school bullies to show them not to mess with a mercer and to teach them not to fuck with his heart.
He hated that feeling and only Ma or Jack could bring him to that.
Jack was his weak spot, all of theirs actually. Some of it had to do with the fact that he was the baby of the family but most if, for Bobby at least, was he still held an air of innocence around him that lightened his mood a bit, that made him feel more… innocent himself. He refused to let someone take that away from Jake. All four of them had been through shit before Ma had taken them in; they had all visited hell on more than a few occasions and lived through it. Each of them had tasted the different aspects of it but Bobby feared that Jack had gotten the worse; scrawny little pretty boys always did. And despite it all Jack had still come out holding some form of innocence that the others had not escaped with.
Bobby saw the van coming and his feet hit the ground faster, the pounding filling his ear drums, desperately wanting, needing, to get to Jack. He could almost see it as Jack was gunned down before his eyes as the worst case scenario played in his head. He watched as the men jumped out, each brandishing fully loaded guns and he instantly reached for his, hating himself for not giving Jack one out of his misguided judgment. He figured if Jack never held a gun he would never kill someone and there would always be his innocent little Jackie.
Why didn't he give Jack one so he could protect himself? Why?
He heard shots ring out, not as many as there should have been and he realized too late that they weren't here to kill them. He ordered Jack to run back to him, his voice deep with urgency, but it was already too late, there was no chance for Jack to get away. His only chance in hell was for him to hold off the attackers until Bobby got by his side and was able to fight off the would-be-kidnappers.
He watched as more than a few men tackled Jack to the ground.
He watched as they struggled to restrain him.
He watched this all happen before his eyes all the while he quickly ran to try and get to him.
Jack's foot connected with one of the guys balls and Bobby cheered him on as he attempted to shoo the others down, diving for cover when a bullet flew by his head too close for comfort.
He heard Jack scream his name in terror, the sound tearing his heart to pieces. He saw the barrel of a gun slam into the back of the kid's head and he knew with a sinking hear that there was no way to save him in time. So, while shooting some of the men down he watched as Jack was thrown roughly into the Van.
He watched as it left, leaving the wounded behind to deal with the Mercer's that were left or the cops. It was their own decisions who would be worse. For a moment Bobby sneered knowing they were all hoping for the cops to get to them first.
Moments later he felt Angel's hand come to rest on his shoulder, tearing his eyes from the spot where the van had been. He was still lost in the shock of it all as Angel helped him stand, his hands shaking as the gun fell from his hand.
He heard it hit the soft snow, he knew it shouldn't have made a sound but all he heard was a loud bang as if it had hit glass and shattered the delicate design.
He would get him back.
He knew he would no doubts about it.
"Call the police," He hissed to Angel, glaring past Angel before turning to him, "A bullet better not have hit my tires because I'm about to go get Jackie back."
TBC
Okay, so this is just the prologue so that's why it's so short. I apologize for the shortness and the fact that it's pretty much the summary just longer. The first chapter will skip in time just a little bit, not much but just a little bit and will be longer than this.
Like I said up above, this will contain sensitive material so if you don't like it then please, don't read it.
I hope you like this, this idea has been bugging me and it's actually a realistic alternative to Jack dying I believe… I hope.
Thank you for reading.
Kay