This chapter is going to take a darker turn. I don't know yet if it's going to be one chapter or maybe two, but the timeline is from where the last chapter ended and uptil the meet, and that is one hour, though it may seem longer. Lucy: I agree, also thinking that Jack is 21-ish, because that fits the general idea that the brothers haven't seen each other for a few years when the movie starts, at least I get that feeling, mostly about Bobby, as Jerry says that he hasn't seen him for "God knows how many years", that could just be Bobby though. Though I think it fits Jack to be 19-21. I'm thinking that Johnny G has been letting him frequent his bar even though he's underage, as he knows the brothers. Well at least I like to think so lol. I admit I'm a bit unclear on the legal stuff as I'm not from the states, and here you can drink in bars when your 18 (but not buy alcohol in a regular store). I'm also in denial about the movie's end btw. Lalalala. I don't own four brothers.

He was going to die. He knew that. He wasn't stupid enough to think otherwise. He was tied up in a basement. The basement owned by the men who knew he had planned to kill them. Yeah, he was done for. He didn't see his life flash before his eyes, he didn't see any of the so called wrong doings he had commited, didn't see any of the people who he had killed to protect his secret, the people he had killed because it had suited him. He didn't dwell on it though.

They were watching him. They stood together at the foot of stairs speaking in hushed tones. Probably discussing how to get rid of his body he imagined. Wouldn't be easy. That thought pleased him. He knew they were going down. You don't kill a police officer and don't get caught, not with this much loose ends, not even in Detroit.

He wondered which one it was going to be. Observing them silently through his right eye he took in their stance, trying to read them. His left eye itched from being swollen shut. He had received a punch from the second oldest, Jerry was his name, before they dragged him down here. The youngest pointed to him without taking his eyes from Angel's, obvioulsy not agreeing with what the older brother was saying. Angel stood his ground and Jack cursed and turned away, dragging a hand through his hair. He remembered meeting Jack when he and Green visited after the old lady's funeral. That was the first time he met the Mercer's. He remembered Green's words 'He's a Mercer. Don't let him fool you'. He could see how easy it was to be fooled by that young face, he almost had been himself, despite Green's warning. He just had that look of innocence about him. He could see it now though, the fire in his eyes, the tense stance, body tightly coiled, he had the look of a man who had tasted blood and wanted more. Needed more. But he didn't think it would be him. He could see that he wanted to though, with the way he was glancing at him from time to time, bloodlust in his eyes. Angel said something to Jack, it sounded final from the looks of it, but Jack didn't even glance at him, his eyes still locked on him. Angel grabbed his shoulder, taking care to avoid the wounded one. That must have happened in the shooting he thought. As he watched Angel finally got Jack to look at him. It seemed like he listened to whatever Angel said because when he was done he nodded. Angel continued to stare at him, and Fowler wondered if he too saw the defiance in Jack's eyes. He didn't have time to ponder that thought as Angel Mercer stepped away from his brothers and walked over to him, coming to a stop in front of him. He adopted that familiar look of non caring he had learned long ago and met his eyes, a slight smirk on his own. Angel's eyes tightened and he pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. He cut right to the chase.

"Does he suspect?"

Fowler grinned. So that was how they were going to play it. He didn't answer, and he could see the fury rise in the ex-marines eyes.

"You know I've been trained for this right? I can go on for a long time..."

"Actually you can't, since you're meeting Sweet in a little less than an hour. I just have to sit here, keep quiet, and wait for your funeral"

"You forgot something" Angel coldly stated.

Fowler rolled his eyes "And what's that hot shot?"

"That we're four brothers, and only three here right now"

"Oh I know, the famous Bobby Mercer is in the hospital, hanging on to a thread, waiting to join his stupid mother" He laughed.

A blow to the head snapped his head to the side and made his ears ring. Angel was standing, a look of fury in his eyes, Jerry by his side.

"Watch your motherfucking mouth" Jerry snapped at him.

He spit out a tooth and some blood before he glanced up at them. In the corner of his eye he was surprised to see that Jack hadn't moved at all. He was still leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on him.

"Whatever" He laughed again.

Angel sat down again, body tense. Fowler could see that he wanted nothing more than to rip him to little bits and stomp on them.

"You're going to tell us everything you know, and you're going to do it now. If you don't... Well, it wont be fun. For you".

Fowler didn't speak, just stared at him with laughter in his eyes. Then his eyes were drawn to Jack who pushed away from the wall with a sigh.

"This is pointless. The fucker's to stupid to talk. I'm gonna go get ready"

The brothers watched as he walked up the stairs, slamming the door behind him as he went. Angel and Jerry looked at each other, a worried look in their eyes.

"Worried about lil bro huh?" Fowler's mocking voice made them turn back to him "I would be too. He's slipping. Soon he'll be out of reach..."

"Who the fuck asked you?" Angel snarled.

Fowler could see that he had struck a nerve and laughed gleefully to himself "Just saying. He's got that look you know" He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper "He wants to kill".

When the blow came he wasn't surprised. He shook his head to clear it and looked into Angel's cold eyes. "He already have, hasn't he?"

Angel leaned forward so that he was inches from Fowler's smirking face "If I were you, I would worry about myself right now, cause you've pissed me off. You're not going to like what happens now".

Staring into the bathroom mirror Jack wondered who the person looking back at him was. He almost didn't see himself. He looked different. Or maybe he just felt different. He dragged his hands through his hair and for a moment he could almost hear Bobby's voice as if he was standing right beside him 'Don't worry little fairy, still as pretty as a doll'. Jack pushed the memory away and leaned down and splashed his face with cold water, enjoying the sting it caused. When he straightened up his eyes were drawn to the razor on the sink. For a few seconds he stared at it. He remembered the feel of it against his skin, the sting, the feel of blood running down his arms, the pain, the relief. His hand shook when he reached for it, but when he felt the plastic in his hand he steadied it. Rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie slowly he looked down at the leather covering his wrist. He unclasped it and pulled it away slowly, revealing the old scars, faded with time, barely visible, but right now they burned.

Holding his breath he lifted the razor and placed it gently against his skin. He pressed a little, and felt the pressure build inside him. He pressed a little harder, and there it was. He closed his eyes as the familiar feeling of pain, release and blood slowly running along his arm swept through him. The pain in his heart pushed back, he focused on this pain, the one he could control, the one who didn't break him. The one who didn't make him want to die.

Suddenly he saw Bobby's sad frown in front of him and his eyes snapped open, the razor falling into the sink as he dropped it like it had burned him. Exhaling he looked down at his arm and the blood staining the sink, the red standing out harshly against the white. The bile rose in his throat but he managed to push it back as he reached for some paper towels and quickly and with well practiced ease pressed them against his wrist before wiping at the sink and letting the water run.

"You need to let Evan know" Angel murmured

Jerry sighed and glanced back at Fowler, still tied at the chair in the middle of the room "I know. But then I'll have to meet him. He thinks his phone's bugged"

"Could be" Angel shrugged.

"Possibly. Or he's just paranoid. With good reason" he added.

"We'll be fine" Angel knew Jer was worried, hell they all were.

"I know. It's just..." Jerry trailed off, glancing towards the stairs.

"Hey" He looked back at Angel "It'll be fine. You just worry about yourself out there, don't take any risks, and ask Evan to meet close by"

"I will" Jerry nodded and gave Angel a hug.

Angel hugged him back hard, then lightly punched him in the shoulder "Wuss" he grinned.

"Hey shut up, I can still kick your ass"

"Prove it" Angel's grin spread.

"Oh I will, as soon as this is settled I'm going to kick your ass into next week"

Angel laughed loudly, ignoring the confused look Fowler shot him "I'll hold you to it"

As Jack pulled his hoodie over his head it stuck in his necklace. Freeing it and pulling the hoodie the rest of the way off he felt the cold against his chest and glanced down. Lifting his good arm he gently touched the rosary resting against his chest and sighed. This one's for you...

Opening his eyes he reached for a black shirt and pulled it on, dragging the sleeves down to cover the bandage at his wrist. He pulled on the necklace, letting it hang visble outside his shirt. Taking one look at the spots of blood that stained the bottom of the hoodie he tossed it into a corner of his room. He almost walked right into Jerry at the foot of the stairs, lost as he was in his own thoughts.

"Hey"

"Hey, where you going?"

"I have to meet Evan, tell him what's going on. You'll be okay?"

He saw Jerry eye his shirt, a frown on his face, but before he could ask Jack spoke "I'll be fine" Jerry sighed, that seemed to be Jack's standard answer. Always had been.

"You sure?" At Jack's nod he continued "What happened to your shirt?"

"Got wet when I was cleaning up" Jack was almost surprised by how easy the lie rolled off his tongue.

Jerry nodded and made a move to hug him. He noticed Jack stiffen and slowed his movements. Jack relaxed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around him.

"Sorry" Jack mumbled.

"Don't worry about it" Jerry drew back and looked at him, a searching look on his face.

"Be careful" Jack spoke so softly that Jerry almost didn't hear him.

"I will, don't worry"

Jerry looked at his little brothers face. Something was different. What he didn't know, but it left an uneasy feeling in his stomach "Maybe I should stay..."

Jack cut him off swiftly "Hey, no, I'm fine. Really, I mean it. Don't worry about me okay, I'll be fine"

Jerry nodded again, an unsure look on his face. He glanced at the watch. He had to go "Be careful"

Jack nodded "You too".

Angel's patience was beginning to wear thin and he wanted nothing more than to take out his gun and place one right in the middle of Fowler's mocking eyes.

"I'll ask you again, this time if you don't answer all this will seem like a mothers loving touch, got it?"

Fowler glowered at him, his face a swelling mess of blue and purple. The good news was that Angel was holding back, not wanting him in such a bad shape that he wouldn't be able to answer his questions. The bad news was that he was sure that wouldn't continue on for much longer.

"Angel!"

Jack's voice rang out and Angel looked towards the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Sofi's on the phone"

Angel cursed harshly "Tell her I'll call her back later"

"I tried. I told her you were busy but she wont listen"

"What the hell does she want?"

"Don't really know man, she goes on about some other woman"

"What other fucking woman?"

What the fuck was she on about now. Keeping Sofi happy was a full time job, and even if he wanted to, Angel would never have the energy for another one.

"How the hell would I know? She says she's coming over if you don't speak to her"

"Fuck!"

Angel stood and kicked the chair he was sitting on away. Fowler snickered through his busted lip.

"You on a tight leash eh Mercer?"

"You" Angel pointed to Fowler "Shut the fuck up before I put one in that small brain of yours"

He checked Fowler's restraints before stomping up the stairs and snatching the phone from Jack's hand, who was only to happy to be rid of Sofi's screeching voice in his ear.

"Baby, I'm busy. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? Oh I bet you're busy Angel, real busy!"

"Baby..."

Angel walked into the kitchen and sat down with a heavy sigh. Sofi's voice was loud enough for anyone to hear even though the cordless phone was pressed tightly against his ear.

"Who is she Angel?"

Maybe Bobby had been right...

The sound of the door opening slowly before closing with a soft click alerted him to the fact that he wasn't alone anymore. Fowler raised his head and looked towards the stairs as the slow footsteps came closer. When they had reached the foot of the stairs he strained his eyes to see better. A slow disgusting smile spread across his face.

"I've been waiting for this"

Jack leaned back against the wall beside the stairs, a calm look on his face "Not as long as I have".

Well? Are you feeling the suspense? Lol kidding. Hope you liked it though :)