I know i said it would be a while but this was clawing its way out of my head, plusi got some of my work done quicker than i thought. You guys should be grateful im an insomniac.Since i'm going home for the weekend the day after tommorrow this really will be the last update for a few days, and im sorry its short but its sweet and to the point. Oh, BTW, for people who have been askin(ALY!) The councillor who scared little Jackie when he first got rescued from Amelia's house?She was eaten by a bear. Just so you know.
Disclaimers: Language, lots of violence, talk about rape and such things. Hey did y'all know the C word is a spelling error on Word! It is, so the laguage isnt as bad as it could be but you can see what direction i was heading.
I dont own any of the characters etc blah copywright cakes.
The next chappie will be all jack all the time, this is just to tide you over( may have said this already but i feel like a dealer dishing ot the goods!) until i can make a bigger start on Jacks recovery! Theres going to be some morbidity and some OC's and some 'fun' to be had there so, read on and enjoy my lovelies!xxxxx
Jack lay in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the wall opposite his bed, his mouth set in a grim, angry line. There where thick bandages on his wrists, more covering the wounds on his face and body. He had been tied down to the bed and heavily sedated but was conscious enough to be angry he had been saved.
Bobby was in a seat beside Jack's bed, content with not talking, but refusing to leave his brothers side. It wasn't as if he could sleep. Every time Bobby closed his eyes, he saw behind his eye lids, the image that had burned itself into his memory; Jack, slumped over on his side, smashed mirror shards surrounding him, blood, everywhere, bright red, pouring from the twin wounds on Jack's wrists, Jack's skin grey. Evelyn had sent Bobby up to ask Jack to turn down the music but Jack had seemed to ignore Bobby's initial knocks, and then Jack had heard the mirror smash and had started pounding on the door, yelling for his mother and Jerry to come and help. They had managed to open the door to find Jack as he had been and Jerry had instantly run to call an ambulance while Evelyn and Bobby had rushed into the room to try and help in some way.
That had been awful enough. But the doctors at the hospital had told them that Jack had signs of continued self harm, and that he had been raped. The last had struck like a physical blow as the doctor explained that there where more signs of molestation, as if Jack had been continually abused. They had also found drugs, cocaine, amphetamines, weed in his system.
Evelyn too had been sedated and was sleeping off the effects of the pill in the family room down the hall. Jerry was phoning home to check in with his fiancé, asking her to track down Angel.
"You gotta talk some time Jackie" Bobby told his little brother.
Jack remained silent, unresponsive, glaring at the wall.
"What the fuck have you been doin? You been hookin?" Bobby asked quietly.
Bobby asked "That guy who's been callin, he your pimp?" he leaned forward slightly in his seat.
"Where can I find him Jackie?" Bobby asked his brother "You tell me and I'll fix it" he stated.
"Don't tell me then" Bobby rose from his seat and "I'll just go find out on my own and we'll do right by you Jack, I swear, your big brothers, we're gonna fix this" he promised.
He stormed out of the room and ran right into Jerry who was heading back.
"We cant track Angel down yet, but she said she'd keep trying" he said, speaking of his fiancé, "Where you goin?"
"This guy Hook who's been callin the house, he's the one that's been setting Jack up with these…guys, I'm sure of it, who's that kid, Gordie, we gotta talk to him" Bobby explained "He's a buddy of Jack's from school, I'll bet even money he got Jack into shit with this fucking guy"
Jerry spun on his heel as Bobby barrelled past him, heading for the elevator doors.
"What are we gonna do, intimidate a fifteen year old?" Jerry asked.
"Yes" Bobby said.
"Alright" Jerry nodded.
Gordie was on his way to school when the muscle car pulled up beside him and a slender black youth leaned out of the passenger window. Gordie immediately recognised Jerry Mercer and cursed as the car stopped and Bobby climbed out of the drivers side, leaning on the roof of the car and fixing Gordie with a glare.
"Where's your boy Hook?" Jerry asked simply.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Gordie lied.
Bobby sniffed and walked around the front of the car, grabbing Gordie's arm and shoving him back against the car "Jack's hurt cos of Hook Gordie, tell us where he'll be" Jerry asked as the still silent Bobby did an impressive job of threatening Gordie with violence without ever saying a word.
"I don't know-" Gordie started to say but Bobby grabbed his face in one hand and squeezed, the tips of his fingers pressing into Gordie's skin painfully.
"Gordie he'll kill you" Jerry stated.
"Hook'll kill me" Gordie retorted with some difficulty.
"I can assure you, nothing Hook could do to you will compare with what we will do to you" Jerry said, and his very quiet voice was more frightening than any yelling would have been.
Gordie hesitated, then gave them Hook's address, begging them not to tell Hook who had given him up.
Bobby released him with a shove and climbed back into the car, throwing it into gear and tearing out of the neighbourhood. He came to the project buildings where Hook lived and spotted a kid walking along the street. "Hey, where's Hook?" Bobby snapped at the boy.
Wordlessly, the kid pointed across the street and Bobby looked over and saw who the boy was pointing at, the scruffy man known as Hook.
Bobby stopped the car in an angry squeal of brakes and threw his door open before the car had fully stopped. Jerry walked to the trunk and yanked it open, retrieving twin crowbars and tossing one to his brother.
They strode across the street and quickly and quietly came up behind Hook, each taking him buy the arms and turning him around, frogmarching him toward a nearby alley way before he had time to react.
"What the fuck!" He snapped, trying and failing to escape them.
"You know Jack Mercer?" Jerry asked quietly.
"What, no, get off me!" Hook yelled.
"You know him, you been giving him drugs and you've been pimping him out" Bobby told him, his voice seething in anger.
"Oh and who the fuck are you?" Hook sneered.
"I'm Bobby Mercer, that's who the fuck I am" Bobby growled, swinging the crowbar as Hook tried to book.
It impacted with Hook's knee with a solid and sickening crunch and Hook let out a pained howl. Jerry and Bobby supported him and dragged him around the corner into the dank alley way, dropping him on the ground. "Where did Jack go last night?" Bobby asked.
"F…Fuck you" Hook managed to snap, clutching at his leg, tears and spittle running down his face.
Bobby hit him again, on the ankle as Jerry ducked behind the guy and held his crowbar across the mans throat, tightly enough to restrain him but not to choke him right away. Hook shrieked as his ankle shattered, trying to move his legs away, but Jerry held him steady.
"I want the addresses of every son of a bitch that ever laid a hand on him, and I want the name of the guy he saw last night, I want it now you piece of shit" Bobby yelled.
"I cant!" Hook gasped.
Bobby brought the crowbar down on his ankle a second time, turning to a group of curious kids who had appeared at the mouth of the alley "Fuck off" he snarled viciously, faking as if he would attack the kids until they scattered.
He turned back to Hook and grabbed his damaged ankle, squeezing it mercilessly.
"Give me the names" Bobby roared.
Hook moaned piteously and shakily stuck a hand in his pocket. Jerry reacted instantly, swinging his crow bar and cracking it against Hook's arm as Hook withdrew his hand. A scruffy note book fell from his hand as he squealed again and rolled over.
"Coulda been a gun" Jerry shrugged at Bobby's raised eyebrow.
"Good call" Bobby said sincerely, snatching the notebook form the ground.
"The ones with a 'J'" Hook whimpered "They're who Jack's seen…last night, his name was Ray Markham, his address is in there" he managed.
Bobby aimed a kick at Hook's ankle, and another at his face, breaking his nose. Jerry turned him onto his side so he wouldn't swallow his own blood and leaned close to him . "Don't go near Jack Mercer again. Don't sell drugs to kids again. We will kill you if you do" he said simply.
Bobby hawked and spat on Hook, zipping his jacket as he walked away without another word.
Jerry took the note book and flipped through it, finding the address before they where even in the car.
"We gotta pick up some things" Bobby told him as they climbed into the car
"Is Ray walkin away from this?" Jerry asked as he lay his crowbar across his legs.
Keying the ignition, Bobby shook his head.
Jerry nodded "Good"
Ray opened the door to the polite knocking and frowned down at the two young men standing before him, one white, about 5'9 muscular in that boxer way under his jacket, cute in an angry, intense kind of way, the other a slender black man with a warm, kind, handsome face, his clothes looking a little rumpled as if he'd had them on for while. "Sir" the white kid smiled sweetly "Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour?"
Ray's smile froze in place as he realised they where Witnesses but they where cute enough that he was willing to entertain their company for a little while. After last night he wasn't sure he's be seeing Jack again and this pair had that coiled intensity to them, as if they where holding something in. Ray wouldn't have been surprised to have stumbled upon a sweet little closeted pair just begging to be brought Out.
"You know, I have been meaning to look into a change in…lifestyle recently. Why don't you boys come on in" he smiled at the, feeling the ache in his jaw where Jack had managed to hit him the previous night.
"What thank you sir" the black youth said, stepping into the house.
"What happened to your face sir, and your house, I hope nothing serious!" the white kid asked, his eyes widening as he looked around the room.
Ray spotted a bloody spot on the wall where he had bounced Jack's head off of it and angled his body so it was partially hiddne, motioning for the boys to follow him into the kitchen. "A friend of mine with some, alcohol abuse problems came over last night asking for a hand out. I tried to get him to stay, pray with me but he uh, he got agitated and wrecked the place…tragic really…maybe if you'd been around you could have helped him see the light?" Ray lied smoothly as the boys walked into the kitchen.
He cursed silently as he saw Jack's wallet sitting on the table. "What's this?" the black youth asked, stepping around Ray to pick up the wallet. He flipped it open and looked at some of the photos within. "Your family?" the kid asked kindly, handing the wallet to Ray.
Ray took it, looking down at the photo's remembering very suddenly how Jack had begged, how scared the boy had been. He repressed a grin and pushed thoughts of how he could use the photos later to the back of his mind for the time being and examined the pictures briefly. Something caught his eye but he wasn't sure why as he looked back up at the young man, "Uh, yeah, my son and his friends" Ray looked back down at the photos and realisation dawned in the form of a cold, hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He looked back up at the black youth to see the kind smile drain away like blood from a wound, those honest eyes harden like glass.
He turned to look at the white kid, registering too late that both men had kept at least one hand behind their back since they had walked in the house and as Bobby Mercer with drew his concealed crow bar, Ray knew why. He tried to run but both Bobby and Jerry swung at him at the same time, Bobby taking out Ray's legs from one side while Jerry cracked Ray's ribs from the other.
Ray fell to the ground, pain tearing through his body but unable to scream for help. Bobby crouched near his head, plucking the wallet from his hand and pocketing it "We're Jack's big brothers, I'm Bobby, this is Jerry" he said in that deceptively soft voice of his "And you're gonna die"
Ray gasped, tasting blood in his mouth as Jerry and Bobby set to work, pulling on black leather gloves from out of their pockets. They hoisted Ray to his feet, using a tea towel to wipe the blood off his chin. Bobby ran to bring the car around, parking itin Ray's garageand Ray, in a detached part of his brain marvelled at how the two young men worked so quickly and efficiently. They dumped him in their car and disappeared back inside his house, absent for long enough that he knew they must have been setting something up. When they came back, they carried bin bag and an old duffel bag and smelled strongly of bleach and cleaning products. Ray realised they had cleaned his house, probably tidied it just enough to look casual, natura and had most likely packed a bag with some clothes to make it seem like he had gone on vacation.
They through the bags in the back with him and drove calmly out of Ray's neighbourhood. "People….will see" Ray gasped, something in his chest whistling as he spoke.
"Stolen car" Jerry said.
"Gonna burn it and everything in it" Bobby added.
"Me?" Ray rasped.
"Eventually, we got plans for you" Jerry told him, laughing out loud.
"Tell us what you did" Bobby said.
"What?" Ray asked.
"Tell us what you did to Jack. You're dead anyway, you may as well" Jerry stated, turning in his seat to watch Ray.
"I didn't do-" Ray started to say but Jerry leaned down casually and tapped Ray's damaged leg, causing him to writhe in pain.
"Alright!" Ray hissed "He wanted to leave…he was high…I had already paid Hook so I told Jack to just finish up the night then he could go but he refused" Ray told them, enjoying the memories despite his situation. If he was gonna go he could go on a high note. "He tried to leave but I didn't let him…I beat on him some, and that little punk was asking for it. He's been coming round here for weeks" Ray sneered at Jerry "He blows me, that little faggot, he loves it" he coughed painfully "Nothing I did last night was something he didn't want and I gave it to him, and I loved every second of it. How do you like that thought huh? I fucked your baby brother you little prick and there's nothing you can do to change that" Jerry had the crowbar in his hand again from seemingly out of nowhere and he brought it down heavily on Ray's chest, silencing him.
They drove for what, to Ray, felt like hours before the car finally pulled to a halt. It was very simple. Bobby and Jerry dragged Ray from the car and went to work with their crowbars, their fists, their feet. He had enough time to register with dismay that they where in the middle of God's nowhere. They rained down blow after blow as the skies above them parted and rain began to pour down until it was hard to tell if the water on their faces was rain or the tears that had sprung from their eyes at some stage in the beating.
When one became tired, the other would take over with methodical brutality until finally they both lost control and began screaming as they pummelled Ray into a quivering, gasping, bloody heap on the floor. Panting, Bobby reached under his jacket and withdrew two guns, handing one to Jerry. Ray, through swollen, bloodied eyes stared up at them, trying to form words through his cracked lips and shattered teeth.
With cold, dead eyes the brothers stared back at him. They shot him once each in the crotch, barely reacting as he managed to gather enough air the shriek wordlessly. Two more shots in his stomach stole the air from his lungs so all he could do was grimace with pain. Two more in the heart and they stood over him while he bled out, watching him suffer, making sure they where the last thing he saw before finally, he died.
Without a word, the brothers loaded his body into the car. They withdrew two tightly wrapped bin bags from the trunk and laid them on the ground, feet from both the car and the blood soaked ground where Ray had lain. Stripping down, they threw everything they had worn into the car and took another large bag from the boot. This one contained several canisters of petrol which they emptied into the car, throwing the used containers in with all the other things to be disposed of.
Using an old match book they lit the car on fire and watched as the petrol ignited and the car began to burn. They tore open the other bags, dressing quickly in the extra clothes they had brought along, throwing the remaining bags into the flames. With barely a backwards glance they began to walk away from the fire, letting the rain soak them, rinsing away any evidence that could remain. Behind them, something in the car exploded in a 'whoosh' of igniting gases and the screech of rending metal.
They walked silently until the car was far, far behind the, automatically huddling close against the cold. After two hours they reached a certain point in the non descript road and after half an hour, a car pulled up beside them and they climbed in.
Sophi, Angels sometime girlfriend glanced back at the rain soaked brothers and wordlessly handed them towels, bags of fast food and a cardboard mug of coffee each, from the small collection she had on the seat beside her.
"Is it done?" she asked the as she began to drive.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, saw their eyes and gave a curt nod as she got her response.
As well as the silent 'yes' the looks the brothers shared said in clear tones 'You don't mess with a Mercer'