Lucy, thank you so much! It means a lot to me since I'm always a bit insecure about the language thing. And I agree, it's really amazing how a movie can capture people like this, from all over the world really. It's truly amazing. Well, this is what you've been waiting for. Hope it lives up to the expectations lol. I don't own four brothers.

He didn't expect to feel this way. To feel hurt. Betrayed. He always expected them to follow his lead. Some would later say he'd been stupid not see it coming, that he'd been so focused on his power that he didn't feel the hate growing underneath him. He knew how fickle people were, knew they'd do anything for money and power, just like he himself. He just never expected to be on the receiving end. Watching the people he surrounded himself with daily corner him,their intentions clear, he was almost confused. Hadn't he helped them? Employed them? And now they closed in on him like lions would a wounded animal. They smelled blood.

"Stop"

They all looked over at Jack Mercer. He stood with his brothers next to him a few feet away. They all seemed to understand the message hidden in that one word, because they backed away. The brothers stepped forward and for one second Victor thought he was doomed, but then everything changed again.

In a simple move Tommy hooked his arm around Evan's neck and pulled him backwards against his chest, a gun against his head. He turned so he had Sweet on one side and the brothers and the rest on the other.

"Nobody move"

Could it be, that at least one of his employes felt some level of gratitude towards him? Some kind of loyalty? If so, he wouldn't kill him for letting him believe he would die here on this ice. Well maybe he would, but it would be quick.

"Tommy..." Evan wheezed out "What are you doing?"

"Making sure I get paid"

Jack wanted to scream. He'd been so close. So close to getting what he needed. Tension was high in the air and he was about to snap. He tried to take a breath, to focus, but he couldn't see past the haze in front of his eyes.

"Take it easy Tommy, no one needs to get hurt" Jerry tried to reason. He couldn't hide the strain in his voice.

"You're not getting shit you two-faced rat" Angel spat, eyes cold.

"Where you gonna go? Look around you. Let Evan go and we'll let you walk" Jerry offered, his eyes meeting Evan's fearful ones. For all his big words Evan never wanted to be a hero, never wanted to die for a cause.

"Or..." All heads turned in unision to Sweet, who had a small smile on his face. "We can help each other out. You an me" Victor saw the wheels turning as Tommy took in the situation around him, he hadn't really thought this through, he, just like most men in this situation just wanted the money. He continued "Two's better than one. You're not getting far by yourself dragging that fat bastard along".

Tommy seemed unsure for a moment but then nodded causing Sweet to smile, victory glowing in his eyes.

Jack let out a growl and before anyone had time to react he had his gun aimed at Sweet's head.

"Easy" Tommy pressed his gun harder to Evan's face.

"Jack..." Jerry trailed off, glancing nervously at the gun directed at Evan.

"You think I care?" Jack couldn't hold back his anger anymore. You could almost hear it when the fragile hold he had over his self control snapped. Rage was pouring out from every fiber of his being and his eyes glowed with fire of a man possessed. "You think I care?"

Sweet took a step closer to Tommy and Evan but stopped when Jack's gun followed his movement.

"Take another goddamned step and I'll blow your head clean off"

"You wont. Cause then Tommy will shoot Evan. Or you".

"I wouldn't try it. It'll be the last thing you ever do" Angel didn't take well to his brother being threatened. "Still doing his bidding eh Tommy?" he asked with a sneer on his face.

"I just want the money. If he has to tag along for me to get it, then fine"

"Anyone else wanna join the winning team then?" Sweet asked, a cocky smirk on his face. Oh he would kill them, kill them all for betraying him, but not yet. Later, when he was safe. His smirk widened when John walked over to them to stand by his side. The others didn't move, probably realized that he would kill them anyway for betraying him.

"He'll kill all of ya" Seemed Jeremiah was thinking along those lines too.

"I have always rewarded those who are loyal to me" With a quick death for some... Victor inwardly smiled.

Angel slowly reached for his gun but stopped when Tommy glanced his way.

"Don't" He looked over at Jack "Drop it".

"Fuck you" Jack spat.

"I mean it!" Tommy was getting more and more nervous, this was not working out.

"So you can kill us? That's what you're gonna do right?"

"Jerry..." Evan coughed, Tommy's arm around his neck almost shutting off his air supply.

Tommy glanced at the bag of money a few feet away. He could almost feel the weight of it in his hand. He was so close to it.

Jack was almost shaking. He took a step forward only to have Tommy wave the gun in his direction before focusing on Evan again.

"Move again and I'll shot ya, and then Evan"

Jack laughed, a dark raspy sound. "What part of I don't care have you missed? As long as he's not breathing" He gestured to Sweet "I don't care how I leave this ice. Before you even have time to think of pulling the trigger he'll be dead".

Victor could see Tommy wavering, the stupid fool.

Angel and Jerry exchanged a look. They wouldn't let Jack risk himself like this. Angel took a step forward to stand by his side. "Jack".

"No"

That one word stopped whatever Angel was going to say next. All of a sudden it felt inevitable. All of it. They had tried so hard but it didn't matter now. It was too late to go back now, for all of them.

It happened quickly then. Tommy reached for the bag of money, Sweet saw his chance and pushed John at Angel who were the one closest, and they toppled over on the ice. In his quest to reach the money Tommy loosened his grip on Evan and Sweet once again reacted, making a grab for him. Jerry stepped forward to reach Evan but stopped in his tracks when Tommy pointed the gun at him instead. When the shot came Jerry closed his eyes, but opened them when he didn't feel anything. He met Tommy's eyes just as he fell over, clutching the hole in his chest. He looked over at Jack and met his eyes with gratitude in his own. A glance back told them that Angel had John in a headlock. Those short seconds were enough.

"Don't move".

During the short time their attention had been directed elsewhere Sweet had grabbed Tommy's gun, and Evan once again found himself with a gun to his head. The bag of money now lay at Sweet's feet. Jack glared at the remaining men who seemed almost frozen by the events. He steadied his arm, his gun once again pointing at Sweet.

"Please..." Evan was almost sobbing.

"Shut the fuck up" Sweet snapped. He looked over at Jack, a cruel smile on his face. "Missed your chance Mercer".

Jerry didn't know what to do. In his mind he saw Evan as he had been, a young man like himself, fighting for something they believed in. Talking about their hopes and dreams for the future, all the things they wanted to change. He saw Evan's wife, his kids. Jack had saved Jerry, now it seemed like Evan was going to pay the price. All this death was breaking him.

Sweet saw the way Jerry was looking at Evan and smiled, the cruelty almost glowing from him. "Oh that's right. You know each other right? Friends?" Suddenly Tommy grabbing Evan made more sense, and the Mercer's reaction to it. He had obviously known what Victor himself had suspected since the day he and Evan talked about the Mercer's.

When no one answered he chuckled lightly. "Yeah. I thought so. You're going to let us go, and don't follow us, if you do..." He trailed off, his meaning clear. He reached down and grabbed the bag, careful to keep his gun on Evan the whole time.

"You're not going anywhere" Jack stepped forward.

"One move Mercer, and you'll be cleaning up Evan's brain for a week"

"You'll be dead. That's all I care about"

"Jack" Evan gasped out.

"Yeah Jack. Thought this was your friend?" Sweet mocked "Too far gone to remember?"

Jack met Evan's eyes, his own cold. "You worked with him. Maybe you even knew about what he planned to do to Ma, and to us. The way I see it, you're at fault too"

"No, I..." Evan shook his head, eyes wide.

"So go ahead, I don't care. But when you're done it's my turn"

Sweet's grin had slipped. He had misjudged the youngest Mercer and now he was in a tight spot. This was all going to hell. He didn't doubt his words. He could see he meant them.

Angel came to stand beside them, his gun in hand. Jack didn't have to glance behind him to know that John had been taken care of. He knew Angel.

"Jack" Jerry's voice shook.

"No" Jack knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to do it. He couldn't. Not now. Not when he was so close.

Jerry looked at Evan.

"Here ya go"

Jerry looked up as Evan handed him his coffee. "Thanks man".

"No problem. How's it going with Richards?"

"Oh you know, stubborn old fool. Dosen't want to listen to anything besides his own voice" Jerry sighed.

"We need to get his attention" Evan mused.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of that fire bomb thing again, if so I'm never leaving you and Bobby alone in the kitchen again".

Evan laughed. "Don't worry. Wasn't even thinking of it"

"Thank God. You never know" Jerry laughed.

"Yeah... that man really loves fire dosen't he?"

"Way too much" Jerry nodded.

"Back off. Now!" Sweet barked out, as Jack was inching closer.

"Hey Jerry"

Jerry looked up from the paper spread on the kitchen table and focused on Evan sitting across from him.

"You know me an Muriel been together for a while now an all..."

"Yeah?" Jerry grinned

"Well Muriel's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad" Evan's grin was so wide it lit up the whole room.

"Congrats man!" Jerry stood up and slapped him on the back.

"What the fuck are you all so cheery for?" Bobby asked, stumbling in to the kitchen, Jack trailing along behind him. Still afraid to be around strangers if Bobby wasn't around.

"Evander just told me he's going to be a dad"

Bobby rolled his eyes and made Jack a sandwitch before pouring himself some coffee."Your funeral. Come on Jackie, there's a game soon".

Jack cast Evan a look before following Bobby.

Jerry shook his head. "I'm happy for ya man"

"Thanks" Evan smiled.

"Jack please"

Jack didn't move, his eyes were still locked on Sweet. He shook his head. He was sorry. Not for Evan, but for Jerry.

The seconds dragged on as everyone waited. A hand on his arm made him flinch before he realized it belonged to Jerry. He tore his gaze from Sweet's face to meet Jerry's eyes. The tears in them made his heart clench despite himself.

"Don't ask me to do this" I can't. His voice was low, the torment and pain audible for everyone.

And Jerry understood. He knew what it would cost his brother, but he couldn't not ask. He didn't want to think about what would happen to Jack if he let Evan die. Jack thought he didn't care. Jerry knew better. And it was still Evan. Evan, his old friend, Muriel's husband, father of their kids. "I'm asking you, Jack please..."

Their eyes held and Jack saw the fear and the pain. He couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand knowing he was causing that look in his brother's eyes. Jerry who had never done anything but love him. Despite the fact that every cell in his body screamed at him not to, despite the fact that his blood pumped wildly through his heart, screaming for vengeance, he lowered his gun. He saw gratitude in Jerry's eyes, and he wished he could feel something other than this deep disappointment that overwhelmed him.

"Smart move" Sweet backed away, Evan in front of him like a shield, but he stopped when he noticed that his former workers once again blocked his way. "Move" he spat out.

They didn't and Jerry's eyes widened. "Let him through".

"Sorry. Can't let him go. He'll hunt us down, and besides, we were promised some payment" One of them spoke.

"Move. Or Evan is a dead man" Sweet threatened.

"Sorry Evan" Rick spoke "But you know how it goes"

And it was then, right there in that moment, that Victor Sweet finally saw the light. It wasn't the kind of light some people claimed you were supposed to walk right into, to get where you were supposed to go, no, this was the kind of light that opens your eyes to the facts, that lets you know in no uncertain terms that this is it. This is the end of the line. He was never leaving this place alive. In a way he was sad, but the anger he felt overshadowed everything else. His eyes swept over the Mercer's standing close together. He sneered. He wanted so badly to kill one of them, to make them hurt, but he knew they would kill him the second he lifted the gun from Evan's head. He looked at Evan, whose eyes were focused on Jeremiah Mercer.

He felt some kind of vindication as he saw the look on the Mercer's face when he moved Evan a bit to the side and pulled the trigger.

For a moment they were all frozen in shock, eyes glued to Evan as he dropped to the ice, blood quickly forming a twisted sort of halo around his head.

Someone pushed him back and knocked the gun from his hand, and they all scrambled to reach the money. He watched as Jeremiah fell to his knees beside Evan, and then someone pushed him again, away from the others. Looking up he saw Jack Mercer's eyes glowing at him before a sharp hit made his head snap to the side. He straightened up and came back with a right hook to the kid's face. From the corner of his eye he saw Angel Mercer move towards him, gun in hand and a look of hate in his eyes, but the kid gestured at him to stop, and he did. They faced each other again, this time circling each other. He tried to get close, but the kid was careful not to get him too close, he managed to get a hit to the ribs in and the kid took a step back, leaving him open for a punch to the face. He came back with a hit that made Victor see stars. His head spun but he turned and landed an elbow to the kid's wounded shoulder.

Jack gasped and clutched his shoulder. He felt the warm blood on his fingers and suddenly he was back in that snow, on his knees in the middle of the street in front of the house he grew up in, facing that gun. He heard Bobby yell his name and remembered his body shuddering as the bullets hit him. It was enough. When Sweet came at him again he was ready. If there was one thing Jack knew it was how to fight back from the ground.

He kicked out, catching Sweet in the stomach, and while he was hunched over he landed a punch to his mouth. His shoulder screamed in agony. He had to finish this.

Victor wasn't surprised to see a tooth mixing with the blood in the white snow. He choked. He tried to straighten up but winced when he felt a sharp pain in his rib. One was broken from the feel of things. He managed to straighten up, wincing the whole way. He held a hand to his side and looked at the kid standing in front of him holding a gun aimed at his head.

"On your knees" Jack's voice was low. His body ached, but his arm was steady.

He glared at him defiantly and spat some blood at his feet. The kid kicked out and a sharp pain to his right knee made him drop to the ground. He looked up and met the cold blue eyes staring back at him.

Jack more felt than saw Angel and Jerry's presence behind him.

"Jack. Let me" Angel spoke, resting a hand on Jack's arm.

"No".

Angel hesitated, Jerry looked at him, a question in his eyes. The conflict raged in Angel, but after a few seconds he slowly removed his hand from Jack's arm. Jerry closed his eyes, before nodding to Angel. They stepped closer to Jack and stood right behind him, letting him know that they were there with him.

Jack felt the burning increase as he stared into Sweet's cold eyes. His memories of Ma, of Bobby played out before his eyes. Bobby teaching him how to skate, teaching him to fight, to shoot, buying him candy, teasing him, helping him, saving him. Always saving him. His eyes didn't waver from Sweet's as he pointed the gun at his head. There was nothing left to say.

The sound of the shot echoed in his mind.

Sweet fell backwards into the snow, his eyes glaring up at the sky.

No one moved, and for the first time since Ma had been killed and since Bobby had been shot, Jack felt something other than burning hate and grief. Once again he felt that warm touch on his shoulder and he closed his eyes. It was finally quiet.

I'm so nervous. I really hope you like it. Nervous nervous nervous. Sorry to any potential Evan fans, but someone "good" had to go. I personally never liked his character, I kind of felt that he betrayed the brothers by talking to Sweet about Bobby, even though he would have found out anyway. Still, don't mess with Bobby.