Yep, Jack is off the rails. How far is he gonna go? Is there really anything stopping him from going all the way? Lucy, I know I'm evil lol. I'll think about posting, I promise. Thank you for all your support! It's an amazing thing, to write something that someone else really enjoys. It's a great feeling. Thank you. And thanks to everyone else too that's following us on this journey with these characters. I don't own four brothers.

Jack calmly grabbed the chair Angel had kicked to the side and sat down in the same position Angel had. He leaned back and regarded Fowler silently, who hadn't stopped smirking.

"We don't have much time. I'm going to ask you a few questions, if I were you I'd answer them".

Fowler's smile didn't falter "Or what?"

Jack's relaxed posture didn't change. He regarded Fowler with a cold fire in his eyes that seemed almost unnatural, and for the first time since he had entered the Mercer's house Fowler felt unsure. There was so much hate in those blue eyes, still he was so calm. As he watched the youngest Mercer slowly reached behind his back and without taking his eyes from his he slowly revealed a knife.

Fowler glanced down at the knife, it seemed old, but still in good condition, no doubt had it been handled with care. He looked up and met Jack's eyes again.

"And what? You'll cut me open is that it? Torture the answers out of me? Newsflash kid, your brother tried, didn't work"

"Oh I know" Jack let out a little laugh "Angel's careful. He dosen't want to hurt you to badly since he's afraid your not going to be able to tell him what you know...I don't care about that. I don't really care if Sweet know that he's not living through this day, I just don't care"

"What do you care about then?" Fowler snarled out through his busted lip, the kid was making him nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time.

"You know the answer to that question"

Of course he did. He had known that the kid would try to find some way to get to him, had seen it in the way he was eyeing him, face calm but eyes burning with hate, the thirst for revenge visible in his young face. Pushing away the feeling of unease that had settled over him he tried to gain the upper hand.

"What do you think you can do to me, to make me talk, when your brother, the ex-marine, never stood a chance?"

To his surprise the kid changed the subject.

"You've read my file right? I mean, you were Green's partner, and when we came back into town he must have told you to do your homework?"

Fowler nodded, his face guarded. Where was he going with this.

"I figured. Never left anything to chance, not even when I were a kid. Course dosen't matter now that you've killed him"

Finally. He could see where he was going with this. Did they think he was stupid? Fowler laughed.

"Oh so that's it. You trying to get me to confess, is that it? Well good luck with that"

Jack eyes didn't leave his face "I don't care about your confession"

"Really?" Fowler asked with a snort, not believing him.

"My file. You know then how I grew up, how my life was like before the woman you helped murder saved me?"

"Is there a point to this?"

"The point is, that you can never know what kind of pain that hurts the most, if you haven't lived through it yourself" He saw Fowler stiffen slightly "And I would know right?"

"Is this the poor abused boy speaking, crying for his Mama to come home?" Fowler spat on the floor and took notice of how Jack's eyes tightened "Don't worry kid, you'll see the old lady soon".

For a brief second he saw the pain Jack tried so hard to hide shine through in his eyes, and he glowed with triumph before a searing pain caused him to gasp, and let out a choked scream. Glancing down at the source of his pain he found the knife, deeply imbedded in his thigh, Jack's hand still wrapped tightly around the handle. He looked up, eyes watering and painfilled noises escaping his mouth despite his best efforts.

"You don't talk about my mother"

Angel wanted to beat his head against the table until he passed out. He tried once again to interrupt Sofi, all the while knowing it was pointless.

"Baby please, I have no idea..."

"Shut up! Just shup up! Lying bastard! If you don't tell me Angel I swear I'll find her, and rip her ugly hair off and send it to you!"

Angel sighed and shook his head "Sofi..."

"Shut up!"

Fowler wheezed out a chuckle "How about I call your brother down here huh? Think he would be happy to see ya here?"

Jack shrugged "Go ahead, sing your heart out" He smirked a little at that "He wont hear you, on the phone with his girl" He slowly gripped the handle of the knife tighter and slowly dragged it out, enjoying the look of pain on Fowler's face and the way he pressed his eyes tightly shut "I want to talk about Sweet, and this time I want you to answer"

He placed the knife on the floor beside him and lit a cigarette "Well?"

Fowler thought about his options. The kid was clearly unhinged, and he didn't really have any loyalty to Sweet, he was loyal to money, that was all there was to it, but it bothered him a lot, to give the kid the information. Appaerently he took too long to answer and Jack leaned forward again, this time pressing the burning end of his cigarette against the base of his throat. He couldn't hold back the scream building up inside him.

The smell of burnt flesh should have disgusted him, but somehow it didn't. Maybe because this time it wasn't his own. He watched as Fowler tugged on his restraints, trying in vain to get loose. Jack already knew it was futile. He pressed a little harder, and watched as he tried to twist away from the burning. Jack glanced down at his leg and saw that the bleeding was pretty serious. He leaned back, taking the cigarette away from the burnt skin. This was going too fast, and still not fast enough. It was only a matter of time before one of his brother's came back.

"He dosen't know!" Fowler wheezed out

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

When he met Fowler's eyes he was happy to see the pain that was present there, and the fear. It felt good. But it wasn't enough, his chest was still too tight and his heart ached like it was bleeding openly, the guilt still made his soul scream in agony.

"Your a Mercer now Jack, from now on you're one of us. We're your brothers"

Without warning he struck out, his fist making contact with Fowler's face, breaking his nose with a crunch. He looked down at the blood staining his hand, the forgotten cigarette landing in the pool of blood gathering beneath Fowler.

He tore his eyes away from the blood to focus on Fowler who was gasping in pain. "I want you to know something".

He could see that Fowler tried to speak, but wasn't able to form the words. He was losing blood quickly.

"I really wish that I had all the time in the world to do this, cause I could stay here forever, if it meant I got to see the pain on your face the whole 'll die here. With no one here besides you and me. Look at me!" He snapped when Fowler's head rolled to the side.

"Sofi. Baby. I would never do that to you! I don't know where you get all your shit from girl!"

"You don't talk to me like that Angel, you promised! You said this was going to be different, but you just lie! Just like before, always lies with you"

"I'm not lying! What is up with you baby? If you'd just tell me..."

Angel's pleas were interrupted by a long stream of spanish words. He sighed and glanced out into the livingroom, where the hell did Jack go? He needed some help here.

To be or not to be. To live or die. To kill... or not to kill. Everything we do is a choice. We make them based on what we think is right, what we want, or simply what we need. Where our choices may lead us is everyone's guess. We can find comfort in the knowledge that the choice we made was the right one, the only one we had, but sometimes there's no comfort to be had. Sometimes all that's left is pain, and the lingering thought that maybe it's all too late anyway.

"I wish..." Jack's voice trailed off.

Fowler hadn't dared take his eyes from the kid's since he had snapped at him not to, the pain of the cigarette pressing in different places against his arm to vivid to ever forget even if he lived for 50 more years, which he knew he wouldn't. The kid's voice, just minutes ago hard and demanding, was now lost, like he'd lost his footing.

"That you had more time. I know" He tried to sound tough, but he knew it came off weak, hell he was weak. He was dying. He could feel it. He thought he saw the kid smirk, but it was gone so fast he couldn't be sure. Fuck he was surprised he could still see at all.

"I wish I could have been more like him"

Fowler felt something very close to sympathy in that moment. He would never say it, would never have admitted it, but he did. He didn't regret his actions. Why should he? He had always gone his own way, not caring about others. He wasn't sorry about that. Just the fact that he felt something other than hate for the one who tortured him would have disgusted him, if he wasn't too tired to care. And he knew who he was talking about but he asked anyway.

"Your brother? Bobby?"

Jack nodded, seeming to be in his own world, but then his eyes met Fowler's. "I let him down".

"The shooting?"

Another nod, more pain in those blue eyes that he couldn't help but find himself transfixed by.

"He saved my life" Again and again and again.

"You were shot?" Of course he was. It had been Sweet's plan afterall. He didn't know if it would play out that way, but taking out the youngest Mercer would have been a plus. Even if all the others made it, they would never have gotten over that loss. Of course, Sweet had never planned for any of them to live that long anyway.

"And then he pushed me down, shielding me. He was shot saving me".

"Yeah, guess he loves you huh" Fowler wondered if he heard the bitter tone his voice suddenly held. No one had ever loved him enough to die for him. Shit, he had never loved anyone to die for them in return either.

"I love him. He's my brother" I can't live without him. I won't.

Fowler guessed it was pretty simple when you thought of it like that. He groaned as he tried to move his injured leg, the numbness that had been spreading gone for the moment.

Jack watched him. "I don't know if my mother knew why she was being killed. I want you to know, that I'm holding you responsible. You handed her to Sweet"

"And Sweet?"

"He tried to kill my brothers. He almost killed my brother. He's going to die" All this was said in a calm tone.

"Your going to kill him then?"

"I will"

"If he dosen't kill you first"

"There's a big difference between him and me" Jack met his eyes with a look in his eyes that sent shivers down his spine "He wants to live. I don't care if I'm going down with him".

These memories are playing like a film without sound

They regarded each other in silence.

Jack meant it. He felt it. His whole body ached with the thought of going on living for another second, but he knew he had too. He couldn't be weak now, not when he had been before, but as much as he ached he burned even more. His need for revenge raced in his veins and he couldn't see anything else than that. His heart ached with pain, his soul screamed in grief, but his blood... His blood demanded blood in return. He reached for the gun he had in his waistband.

Fowler glanced down at it then up again. He locked his eyes on Jack's. Strangely enough he felt calm, and he wanted to see his eyes when he killed him.

Jack kept his eyes on his as he stood up and with a simple gesture pushed the chair away with his leg. It fell and the sound echoed in the small room but neither cared. He raised his arm and leveled the gun at Fowler's head, his hand steady.

"I don't care about that! Baby I'm going to hang up, you don't trust me, you don't listen..."

"I trusted you Angel! But all the lies..." Sofi wailed.

Angel was seriously thinking of delivering himself to Sweet to end his misery. Was this how it was always going to be between them?

"I'm not lying! For fuck's sake Sofi, shut up for a second will ya?"

"You said this was going to be different Angel, you said that, and then Jack tells me of this girl, and I just know Angel, I just know that you're lying. How can you Angel? My mama always said you were no good but I didn't listen, no I didn't..."

Angel raised his head from where it had been resting against the table "What did you say?"

"Mama never liked you, never, but I told her you were a good man and..."

"Not that! What did you say about Jack?"

"At least he had some decency! How can you let me hear this from your brother Angel? Your brother? You can not even tell me yourself..." Sofi started crying.

Angel took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. "Baby, please. I don't understand, what's Jack got to do with this?"

"He told me he saw another girl here Angel! With you!"

"What?"

"Don't you dare be mad at him Angel Mercer! He was doing me a favor!"

"What did he say?"

"Oh nothing special, but that a girl had been here, and that she knew you, he didn't give me any details but I know Angel, I'm not stupid!"

"Baby. It's not true I swear, I..." Angel shook his head.

"Why would he lie? He has no reason"

"I don't know I..." Angel trailed off and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god Angel, do you think he has a crush on me? I mean I've seen how he look at me..." Sofi was suddenly calm as she now thought of Jack's words as a reason to get her to break up with Angel. Of course that had to be it.

Angel dropped the phone and stood up just as a shot rang out.

Don't hate me lol. I happen to like cliffies. Okay. This chapter was exstremely hard for me to write, and honestly I'm not completely happy with it. It was harder than I thought to keep Jack in character while doing something like this. I also wanted to make Fowler a bit more human at the end, have him and Jack talk somewhat, because I felt that it would make Jack's torture of him more, I don't know, deep? I wanted to show how far Jack's willing to go to get what he wants, or rather what he needs. The torture, lying to Sofi about Angel and so on. I wanted to show that he's willing to go all the way. Also I understand if someones confused about where he thinks the blame belong. In his mind, Fowler is the one responsible for Evelyn's death, as he ratted her out to Sweet, of course he knows Sweet is the ultimate culprit, but he holds Fowler as much responsible for her death as he holds Sweet responsible for Bobby being in the hospital, even though he blames Fowler for that too. I'll explain more in a few chapters. I hope you like this, even though I'm not sure if I do. The line "These memories are playing like a film without sound" is from a song called Graduation, with Vitamin C.