Woah Sweet finally bit the dust. Now comes the rest... Lucy, it's almost scary how alike our thoughts are concerning this movie lol. Jack, according to me, isn't the type to kill and then just be on his merry way, he's not like Bobby, or even Angel, in that reagard, not that they take it lightly, but he's different. Now he was in a corner, his safety net was gone and he was blinded by rage. He's still in a bad place. We'll see how he deals with everything that has happened. Btw, sorry for the short chapter and the wait, it's been crazy in school this week, expect another chapter this weekend. I don't own four brothers.
It was almost to easy to focus on what needed to be done, and not think about that fact that he had killed someone. No, not someone. Victor Sweet. The man who killed Ma, and had Bobby shot. It wasn't the first time. He had killed some of the men who came to their house, and he had killed Tommy, but that had been to protect his brothers. This had been about that too, but he wasn't that good at lying to himself that he could deny the fact that it had been just as much about revenge. But it was easy to push those thoughts to the side now, when they still had things to take care of.
The brothers watched as Sweet's former employes dumped his body in the hole in the ice. They watched until he disappered from sight then they turned and walked away, leaving the money with the men.
"And now?" Jerry asked.
Angel slapped him on the back and smiled as Jack lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply "Now we do the gas thing"
Jack smiled as he exhaled.
Lugging a dead body from the trunk of the car to a house wasn't easy, especially since Jack could barely lift his right arm. Needless to say he couldn't do much carrying, but Angel had been kind enough to let him carry the gas can. His grin when he handed it over lit up the whole fucking street, which Jack told him.
He lead the way, Angel and Jerry carrying Fowler between them up to his house. They had covered him up in dark plastic and a lot of other things, making it look like they were simply carrying a carpet if anyone should see them. They glanced around carefully. They had waited until nightfall, but you could never be sure with things like this. Still, they were out of options.
Picking the lock was tricky with one arm but it only took a few minutes for Jack to get it open. He had always had a knack for breaking and entering. Came in handy when the fosterparent of the month decided to leave him outside in pouring rain while he drank himself to sleep. He had even impressed Bobby with his skills.
"You'd think a cop would have better security" Angel stated.
"No need when you're sleeping with the bad guys" Jerry shrugged.
"What are you thinking?" Jack asked, his question directed at Angel. Bobby was usually in charge of these missions.
Angel thought for a second before nodding towards the kitchen. "Gas".
They stayed long enough to make sure the fire spread and then they took off. As they drove away they heard a loud bang, and one glance backwards told them that there wouldn't be much left of Fowler for the cops to find.
Jerry didn't like the thought of being arrested in the middle of the hospital, but that's just the way things roll when your last name is Mercer. He'd been on the phone with Camille, and when he returned to Bobby's room he was greeted to the sight of Angel being dragged away in handcuffs while Jack was pinned to the wall by two cops, all the while yelling obscenites that would have made most hardened criminals blush. For a second Jerry wondered if Bobby could hear them now, but quickly dismissed the thought. If his brothers were being arrested there was no way he would stand aside, coma or not. He saw an officer take one glance at him before striding forward. Jerry sighed and reached his hands out just as Jack was dragged down the hallway, cursing what seemed to be, someones poor mother. Some things never change.
It was unclear as to who had started it, but Jerry's money was on Bobby, who was at that precise moment being dragged out from Johnny's bar the cops. Jerry was already cuffed, as was Angel, and were being restrained over by the hastily parked police cars.
"Oh yeah, ya wanna say that to my face punk?"
Jerry sighed as Bobby's enraged voice reached him. He foresaw a long night in jail. "Hey!" He called out as he saw one of the cops twist Bobby's arm in what looked like a painful way. Jail or not, no one was abusing his brother. Soon Bobby was next to them, still mouthing off. He turned suddenly to look at his brothers.
"Where's Jack?"
Angel and Jerry looked at each other in question.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
They turned back to the bar as Jack was dragged outside by two cops. They forced him up against the wall and cuffed him none to gently.
"Hey, take it easy you fucking punks!" Bobby yelled, starting to walk forward but was soon restrained.
Another car pulled up, and Jerry sighed as he saw officer Green exit. He walked right up to Bobby, and stopping in front of him he shook his head.
"Bobby. Mind telling me what's going on here?"
"Do I fucking look like I want to tell you what's going on Green?"
"Bobby" Jerry warned.
Bobby glanced back to Jack who was now being herded towards them.
"You can tell your fucking friends to release my brother, he aint done shit!"
The cop holding Jack stopped a few feet away and obviously having heard Bobby's statement he turned to Green.
"Jack Mercer was involved in the fight. He punched out a couple of teeths on one guy and struck another one with a beerbottle, in the head"
Green lifted an eyebrow at Jack who only glared back before he turned back to Bobby "What were you saying?"
"Oh shut up" Jack glared at Green.
"Take it easy Jack" Jerry murmured.
"According to who?" Bobby glared at the cop who snapped back.
"The guy over there on the gurney"
Green sighed. How was it that whenever faced with the Mercer brothers he felt ten years older...
"He should keep his fucking mouth shut" Angel growled.
The cop holding Jack started to drag him towards another car, but he resisted. "Let me go you piece of shit!"
"Hey he can ride with us!" Bobby argued.
Green, having had enough of the brothers for one night turned to Bobby. "Oh you think so Officer Mercer?"
"Are you fucking deaf? Son of a bitch..." Jack's voice drifted back to them as he was shoved into the awaiting car.
"I'm riding with him" Bobby stated and started towards the car, ignoring the fact that his arms were still cuffed behind his back.
"I'm constantly surprised by the fact that you think you run this department Bobby"
"Well someone has to Green, might as well be someone who has some fucking clue as to what goes on around here right?"
"That's it, separate cars for all of you!"
"There aren't enough..." One of the cops trailed off after seeing Green's angry glare.
"Make it happen"
"This time you're not going to sit around and get your stories straight"
Bobby laughed as he was led to a car. "As if we would need that..."
When Green had placed Jerry in the back of his car and taken place behind the wheel Jerry tried to smooth things over for Jack, since there was little he could do for his other brothers.
"You know Green, Jack didn't mean that, he has some problems with authority...
"Really? I hadn't noticed" Was the sarcastic reply.
"What happened to Victor Sweet Jack?"
"Like I said, I don't even know what you're talking about".
The cops had been questioning him for the last hour, he suspected that Angel and Jerry was still in a room too. He could tell they didn't have anything on him, if they did they wouldn't be sitting here trying to make him confess. Of course they hadn't just talked, as his right eye could attest. It was lightly pounding from the punch he got when one of the cops thought he was being too mouthy. Jack didn't care. It was slightly funny that they thought a badly thrown punch to the face could make him talk. Like he hadn't had worse. All he wanted now was to be back at the hospital, with Bobby and the rest of his brothers.
"I'm gonna ask again, where were you yesterday? You and your brothers wasn't at the hospital"
"The doctor thought we could use some rest. I had a mental break you know" Jack stated calmly, like it should be obvious.
"So you were at home all day, and all night then?"
Jack smirked. "Well I did leave home for a little while..."
"And why's that Mercer? Maybe to settle a little score? What did you do?"
Not little, Jack thought bitterly, but his smirk only widened as he looked at the cop asking the question, who also happened to be the one who had punched him. "I was banging your pretty little wife..."
He thought he heard Bobby cheer.
Of course they didn't have anything on them. They knew they had done it but they couldn't prove it. They hadn't even mentioned Fowler and that was a relief, since that had been wild card. They asked about Evan, but Jack knew they were fishing. When he walked out of the station a little while later, Angel and Jerry by his side he wondered if he really was that far gone that he didn't feel one ounce of regret.
"Hows the shoulder?" Angel asked, a worried look on his face.
"Fine Angel, don't worry, you did a good job"
His stitches had ripped during his fight with Sweet, and they couldn't exactly go to the hospital and ask them to fix it, so Angel stitched him up. Having been a marine he knew how. He could have taken some of the painkillers he had been prescribed by the doctor, but they didn't know how much time they had before the cops came knocking, and so Jerry had handed him a bottle of Jack Daniels and squeezed his good shoulder hard. They simply didn't have time for the pills to kick in.
They didn't speak as Jerry waved to a cab, they all knew where they were going.