Author's note: The disclaimer; I do not own Silent Hill, Konami, and Double Helix. Since that's now out of the way lets press onto more important news. Chapter III was a success obviously from your reviews, I was nervous about the fighting descriptions but you guys cleared that for me. I'm glad you all liked it, and more importantly…I'm glad you guys loved the inclusion of the new mysterious character; Jack. I hope you'll love this chapter just as much as you loved the others. I even gave him an insight as I started to learn a bit on British slang, now I know it's not going to be perfect since well…I'm not British but I'll try. Makes this story a bit more realistic you know? Especially if Jack was born in London and all. My credits go out to: Mayura-Hikari-090, Trish, and Liquid. Thank you so much guys! I hope to get more reviews as the story continues on, maybe from others too? Oh well, here we are with chapter IV. Happy reading.

Chapter IV: From Jack with love

"Now this is what I can call, one wicked time! Aye, mate?" Said Jack with that smooth, deep, alluring cockney accent as he turned his head to Alex sitting next to him. Obviously with sarcasm heavily dipped in his tongue.

"Oh yeah, this definitely one of the best days of my life. I think this is better then sex or something! Here I am, sitting here, scheduled to leave this godforsaken classroom in another…" Alex would pause to look at his watch, which read; 4:30, sighing out of desperation and hopelessness for spending another half-an hour stuck in detention with only Jack and the definition of the heavyweight middle-aged balding dean, Mr. Parker.

"Oh, lets say…thirty minutes only to stare at the world's ugliest fat guy posing as a high school dean. Then yeah…this is one hell of a party. Mm-hmm, yeah…thrilling." Nodding his head with mock enthusiasm as he allowed his chin to prop himself against his crossed forearms, for support while just raising his right hand just a little bit to rub against the bruise on his cheek and the black eye that he got from this afternoon's brawl.

Jack wasn't the problem, it was the need to rather be outside then be stuck in here. Plus, Jack kept Alex from going insane or rather just writing on the desks waiting to be yelled at some more. The way Jack would just mess with some teachers that gave him the irks was just hilarious yet he still played himself to be the good little intelligent British boy who never gets in trouble whenever he wants, or he could be that cheerful yet so cocky asshole that you just want to punch out but can't; he could change character like that in a second. That's just how in the couple of hours on the first day of being around Jack Jaeger can be like, it was actually entertaining.

The two were thrown into detention along with the five football team jocks for the large fight that took place around between first and second period, with Jack and Alex in a separate classroom then the other five in hopes of not mixing the two together. But the weird thing is, the six people including the Jocks and Alex deserved detention but Jack? He did way more, such as hospitalize two school security officers and of course participate in the fight. Plus, the use of a pen as a contraband to hold a fellow student hostage. With those charges, Jack should have been expelled! Yet he was sitting next to Alex, as if he didn't do anything wrong. Even having the free time and the guts to joke around during his punishment as if he should have been receiving his lucky break more gracefully.

Catching on Alex's sarcasm, Jack would lean over towards Alex's side, pretending to whisper but obviously not talking low enough to do so. He'd cup his hand next to his mouth and start yapping away, knowing full-heartedly that Mr. Parker was looking directly at them. Those beady little eyes hidden behind lens crafter prescription glasses, eying them just slightly above the top of his newspaper. "Well now, aren't you a sharp little bugger aren't you? Well you are right about one thing, Alex. That guy is pretty ugly…" Jack said, loud enough that it wasn't yelling but audible enough for the dean to hear it from the other side of the classroom whereas the two sat in the back.

Alex couldn't help but try his best to stifle a laugh, using his sweater jacket's sleeve to cover the lower half of his face from just breaking out like that. But even so, Mr. Parker couldn't stand it anymore. Slamming his newspaper down onto the desk loudly to catch the attention of the two, he'd stand up and jab his pudgy finger at them, trying to show force of his position as a dean and not some lowly teacher.

"Alright, that's enough! You two, shut your pieholes back there!!!" Yelled Mr. Parker, Alex stopped laughing and just looked him dead in the eyes. While Jack didn't stop laughing, slowly coming to a stop he'd wipe a tiny tear from his eyes before flipping a bang away from his sight.

"Come now, Mr. Parker. It's all bunch of fun and games! Can't we just sit here and eat up our time here by conversing like normal human beings? It's not our fault some of us can't be at our flat's right now watching the tele with our mum's slaving over a hot cooker just to feed you more of those biscuits or whatever it is that you fancy that made you soooo….um…" Jack paused his teasing to rub his smooth chin to come up with a word to replace fatass, pudgy, anything to do with the word fat, yet still sound so pleasing to the ear.

"…Lively?" He completed with a eyes closed cheerful smile with mock innocence.

Mr. Parker's face upon hearing this had lit up like a cherry with rage, Alex just laughed on and on. He couldn't hold it back anymore, it was just too much! Jack was a riot. Grunting, Mr. Parker would stroll over to Jack and Alex's desk and continued to jab his large index finger at Jack's grinning face. "Grrargh…you have no idea how much I loathe you…Mr. Jaeger…you have no idea…why? Why are you still here? Why am I still staring at you, why are you sitting on my desk? Why am I still dealing with your bull? Can you answer that? I still don't understand how you managed to avoid getting expelled or a superintendent's suspension or anything for that matter?! But a petty detention?! How?! WHY?!"

Alex covered his mouth as he was kind of red from laughing so much, he had to stay silent because just by looking in those emerald hues of Jack's…he could tell he have something up his sleeve to torment the poor man's mentality. Clasping his hands together, he looked up at his dean and tilted his head slightly to the right.

"It's so simple, Mr. Parker. It's so simple that a fifth grader can understand! Would you like to know?" Jack said as he motioned him over to his direction more discreetly with his fingers, Mr. Parker being naive at this point would lean in and put his ear forward for Jack to explain.

"It's because you touch yourself at night…" He said in a low yet audible tone for Alex to hear too, he just managed to stifle yet again a more louder laughter. It was even more funnier since Jack kept a straight face and the same eat shit smile too while Mr. Parker exploded yet again, with another loud grunt and slamming both of his palms onto Jack's desk, staring him down almost. Well a one-sided stare down to say the least.

"You think you're funny don't you? Huh? Do you think it's funny to hospitalize two school safety security officers who were just trying to do their jobs?! Did you know the one you kicked in the kneecap? You know you snapped and shattered his entire knee cap bone? You know he won't be able to walk again?! Do you think that's funny!? And you can so much walk out of here with only a detention under your belt and not rotting away in some Juvenile detention center somewhere?! Huh? You're scum you know that Jack? You're freakin' scum!" Yelled down Mr. Parker, letting out his true feelings towards the ebony haired child that he's been harboring for so long so he wouldn't lose his job over it. He snatched his glasses off of his face just so he stare into that smug face more clearly.

"Well they must have not been so important to the school because…well…I'm still here. Also…because…I'm just so gosh darn cute to expel!!!" Jack said the latter with a feigned sugary attitude, almost representing one of those cute Japanese female hosts when he said the latter. As he stared into the eyes of the dean, never breaking eye contact with him. The dean could see in his eyes that he have no remorse what he's done, and he could do it again within a heartbeat. That was the sad part of it, sighing he'd shake his head and shove his glasses back on and turn his back on the two.

"You're a lost case, Jaeger…I'm wasting my time and my voice yelling at you…" He said before he started to walk away from their desks and pulling out a pack of Newport cigarettes, as he walked away he turned the pack upside down and started continuously slamming the pack against his other open palm. "Listen here you two, I'm going out for a smoke. I'll be back in a few…try not to kill each other while I'm gone. Okay?"

Mr. Parker said as he finished packing his cigarettes and was about to walk out the door, the only thing that stopped him from opening the door and ripping open his freshly packed cigs was Jack's hand raising in the air as if he was in class about to ask a question. "Need a light, mate?" Jack asked.

He shook his head as he began to slap his pockets for his own lighter. "No thanks, Jack. I won't be needed anything from yo--…" He paused himself in his reply as he noticed that he didn't have his lighter in his pocket like usual, whipping his head towards Jack who idly waved the silver cased lighter in his hand. His lighter.

"Ugh…." Mr. Parker didn't even bother to ask how did Jack pick pocketed his lighter out of his hands without noticing, all he did was open his hands out for him to catch it. And that's what Jack did, he threw it to him and Mr. Parker caught it and with that done he opened the door and began to walk out.

"Enjoy your fag, Mr. Parker!" Exclaimed Jack happily as he waved him on, Mr. Parker stopped on his way to think about what Jack had just told him. Then had suddenly remembered that fag is what they call cigarettes or cig squares in London rather then a homosexual person, nodding his head he'd lazily wave back and shut the door behind him.

Now that Mr. Parker was out of the room, Jack took a deep breath and leaned his back against his chair as if a large weight was lifted off of his shoulders. "Phew, mate…what a nutter. Gosh, and I thought he was just a forty year old virgin who never seen a fanny before in his life other then the usual pornography! Dear god…well at least that's over." Jack said with a deep breath as he turned his sights on Alex who was basically watching the show before him with his own eyes, not wanting to interfere between Mr. Parker and Jack.

"Well…you got some balls talking like that to Mr. Parker don't you?" Alex said as he leaned the side of his face on his hand while watching him, Jack rolled his eyes and just smiled coolly.

"Please, it doesn't take much to put a nutter like him in his place." Jack said it as if it was nothing, only makes him imagine what else was he capable of doing?

"Yeah but, at a first glace…you didn't seem like the type of guy to be talking down to a dean like that. That's all…it just caught me by surprise." Alex said honestly, not that him talking to the dean bothered him or anything. It's just that when he first used to see him in his class, he thought of him as that genius that teachers would adore since he doesn't have the look of someone who doesn't have a life yet still can be as smart as someone who attends MIT or some other Ivy-league university.

"Well, Alex…have you ever heard the term…don't judge a book by it's cover? Well for me…that term really does suit me well. There is more then meets the eye when it comes to me, Alex. As there should be to you." Jack said with an smirk that switched to a more sincere smile towards the latter of the sentence. Alex upon hearing that exchange of words had just glanced away and tried to think of things that people wouldn't know about him, things that he keeps hidden that people couldn't see either because of his fake smiles or whenever he tells people 'it's ok' when it really isn't? There wasn't that much time to elaborate on that since Jack was well on using this time that Mr. Parker wasn't present to actually get to know his new friend.

"But enough about me, tell me about yourself." Jack said as he proceeded to let his chin rest against his knuckle and keep eye contact with Alex.

Alex blinked and wanted to glance the other way but that gaze Jack had on him was powerful, yet soothing. It was like, it was ok. It was like he could have the certainty to open up to him about anything with eyes like those, just with a simple gaze. Shaking his head to leave his gaze he'd rub the back of his head thinking of what to tell him.

"Uhh, well…that's not a happy subject, Jack. I mean…what is there for me to tell you? I was born and raised in Shepherd's Glen all my life. And I have myself one hell of a crazy family. Pretty much it." Alex said with a shrug of his shoulder, he didn't know what else to tell him. There was either so little or so much he could go on and on about. Jack even with that little amount took that and turned it into many possibilities into what it could mean behind the lines, like a psychiatrist.

"Well…when you say "crazy family" what do you mean by that? The usual father and mother who don't know how to raise their son and make his life a living hell or a bunch of nutters running around with chainsaws and go about killing people? What, come on give me some detail here!" Jack said with a little laugh as he cleared his throat, trying to use some dry humor to ease Alex up a bit so he go on about getting to know him better.

Alex chuckled at his little joke and looked at the window, looking at the orange sky and the setting sun. It made his mind at ease along with Jack's words to try and think of something to tell him. "Well…my dad, he used to be in the military. U.S. Special forces, a Green Beret. Now he's the town's sheriff. Then there's my mom, the average housewife who is the usual type of mom. The kind who would spend her time either getting to have some lady time with the rest of the housewives in the town for a book club or sew dresses for them, also the kind that would go to PTA's in school to become more involved in their children's progress and all. I never really cared for either my mom or dad, because they never cared for me. What goes around comes around you know…" Alex said as he looked down at his watch, idly as he continued to talk about himself or rather his family life. A subject he'd rarely talk about to anyone, other then Elle. And Elle he's known for years while Jack, he's only known for a couple of hours but there was just this aura about him that was just saying "Open up to me, it's ok.".

Jack never uttered a single word as he continued to sit there, listening to every detail he'd give about his family lifestyle. This was an interesting topic for Jack too, since he never really came from a happy family lifestyle anyway.

"My mom always pretended that she cares for me, it's so fake…I can see it in her eyes, the way she looks at me. I only call her 'mom' because I can't think of anything better or appropriate to call her besides mom, I'd call her by her actual name but that would just be rude. Then there's my dad, I really think he hates me. I think he can't stand me, like…I'd probably just be a stranger sleeping in his house rather then his son or just some soldier he'd try to drill before sending them into war. And then there's Joshua…" A small smile lit up in his face upon mentioning his brother's name, Jack caught onto this as fast as his lips curled into the said smile. There was something more to this then parental neglect, and he'd get to the bottom of it in either a half-an hour or five minutes. Depending if Mr. Parker manages to smoke his entire pack to drown his sorrows away so he wouldn't have to deal with Jack any longer.

"Josh, he's like the light of all my problems. That kid is just so…heh, like how my family treats me shit and makes me feel like I don't belong. Josh is the reverse, he actually looks up to me, loves me, treats me like a big brother. He always comes to me with his problems no matter how small or big they are…man, it almost makes me feel like I belong. You know? Like I actually deserve to be carrying the last name Shepherd then just tot it around because my dad is one so I must be one. But then…" His smile faded away back into the idle frown once more, Jack took his chin off of his knuckle and continued to look over him. Analyzing him to the fullest as he listened in.

"Favoritism comes in naturally for us, Shepherds. My mom and dad treat him so special, and I'm not talking about the whole 'oh daddy loves my little brother more because he gets candy and I don't.' Heh, I wish it was so simple. Like my dad treats me like complete utter shit but treats Josh like a prince, my mom fakes her love and feelings for me while for Josh…they're real. It's like…I don't exist to them…literally. And I don't like it…" Alex said as he glanced away from Jack rubbing his arm, letting the fabric of his sweater jacket feel itself against the bandaged hand of Alex's.

"Josh, is really the only reason I stay in that house…" He slowly looked up at Jack's facial expression, it was a true facial expression of pain and grief, usually Jack is an ace for faking and fronting emotions but this was real. He actually felt sorry for the Shepherd, he really did. Even if it didn't compare to his family life or whatever he'd like to call his family, it was still pretty sad. Alex noticed this and shook his head, trying to dismiss the conversation completely. "Sorry, dude…I think I went a little too far on that one…"

Jack was completely lost in his thoughts, images would flash through the ebony haired male's mind. Like images of being a six year old little boy with only a shirt and your underpants sitting by the curb on the street of London, in the rainy weather. His ebony locks of hair falling onto his head, draping his face with his drenched bangs. The Young Jack would be curled up in a ball against the wall with only the shirt on his back and a bloody KA-BAR bowie knife to call his own, the blood on his hands would never wash away no matter how much it rained on the poor little boy.

"Ja-jack? Jack!!!" Alex called out, waking Jack from his thoughts and flashbacks. He snapped to attention and looked up at the Shepherd. Breathing a bit heavily he'd rub his temples.

"You ok? I thought I lost you there…" Alex said, tapping Jack's shoulder. Trying to comfort him after him switching from the past to the present so swiftly, Jack took a deep breath and looked up at him with the same comforting smile he had before.

"I'm fine, thanks for worrying about me though. But…I can understand where you are coming from with a crazy family." Jack said with a laugh but then quickly changed the subject, remembering the girl who was leaning on him when they were talking for the first time. Elle Holloway.

"So this Elle girl, do you fancy her?" He said with a little smile leaning in to see Alex's true first impression that question, and Jack's thoughts came true as Alex's cheeks blushed crimson and he took his hand off of his shoulder to wave them around frantically in front of him.

"No! No, no, no. We're not like that…we-we're friends…we've been friends since like 2nd grade. Back there I was just looking out for her well-being that's all…"

"Uh-huh…"

"No girl deserves to be treated that way, Jack. Cheated on and then just throw to the curb as if they were nothing. I've been down that road and it isn't pretty, I don't want Elle to endure the same sadness that's all…" Alex said glancing away from Jack's emerald gaze, his cheeks still hot as he thought of how sad she was when she had opened up to him about what Charlie did. He bit his lip and tried to rid himself of those thoughts for now.

"You really do fancy this girl don't you? She means the world to you does she not?" Jack said, rubbing his temples as he was looking over at Alex. Reading him like an open book, Alex nodded and looked back at him.

"Yeah, you can say that." His lips curled into a smile, and his redness still didn't go away. Jack laughed at this, not at him but with him. It was sweet to see a guy still actually like a girl for who she is and not how she looks anymore in this world, that is a rare thing. And that is coming from a guy to ponder about too. Looking down at his watch, Jack would smirk and stand up from the desk picking up his backpack, looking down at Alex he'd jerk his head towards the door.

"It's four forty-five. I don't think that old fart will mind if we make like a tree and leave, will he? I'll drive you home." Jack said with a cheerful smile, Alex did provide him with some story time so the least he can do is drive him home. Not that many people he knew drove a car, he himself have to take a bus if he's too lazy to walk to school from his house. So Alex nodded his head and picked up his things.

"Why not?" Alex grinned as they decided to leave just leave a bit early, in reality they'd be doing Mr. Parker a favor for not dealing with these two for long.

A couple of minutes later the two pulled in front of the school and Jack pulled out the keys to his Aston Martin DBS V12, a European model of a high performance sports car. The color of the car could be described as a graphite grey with a blue tint. The rims of the car shared the same qualities as well, it was just one magnificent looking car. Alex had to blink a couple of times, maybe rub his eyes a bit just to see if he would be riding in this.

"No way! No freakin' way, this is your car?!" Alex yelled out in excitement and in disbelief as Jack pressed the little button on his keychain to make the little 'beeping' sound signaling that the doors were unlocked, Jack could just smirk. There was nothing cocky he could say that could match or overthrow the beauty of this car. Not even bothering to acknowledge that he'd walk around the other side and open the door of the driver side, looking over the model he'd nod his head.

"Get in, Shepherd." Jack would have said with a small smirk, it was a man thing to be idolizing cars and whatnot. Alex without hesitation would just pop open the door and just get his merry little self in, closing the door as swiftly but as carefully as possible. He wouldn't want to tarnish such a beauty. Now realizing it when he looked around the car's interior, he noticed it was fitted for an American to drive due to the driver part of the car being on his left rather then his right, Alex was rather pleased and amazed to even be sitting in such a car.

"I think I love you." Alex just said as he strapped his seatbelt on and put his backpack on the leather seating of Jack's backseat, Jack sighed and shook his head maintaining that smile.

"It's a wonder how am I so used to this sort of thing." Jack chuckled as he said that while putting his keys into the ignition, letting the car purr for his new friend. "So how far do you live, yank?"

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A ten minute ride around town plus, the five minutes it took to drive to Alex's house they were now finally in front of the large place. Looking out of his closed, tinted windows he nodded his head at the large house that the Shepherd family lived in. "Now this one nice, terrence you have here, Alex." He said as he looked at the house from it's outside nature, it looked like a Victorian model or something. Jack couldn't put his finger on it exactly but it was nice, turning his head he'd see Alex grab his bag and take off his seatbelt.

"Yeah, everyone says that. It's a wonder how I'm used to this sort of thing, right Jack?" Alex said with a little smirk of his own along with a joint simultaneous laugh they shared in. When they both finished they both gave their handshakes and their nods before parting ways till tomorrow.

"I will see you in class tomorrow, right? Or are you going to be busy licking your wounds?" Jack said as he left the passenger seat, noticing Alex's bruises, his black eye, his cut lip, and tied up knuckle. Looking down at his own battle marks he'd wave his hand over at him as if it was nothing.

"Tch, whatever Jack! This is just a flesh wound!"

Jack couldn't help but laugh at that and sigh. "Right, see you tomorrow. Alex." He said with that trademark smile before closing the passenger door and took a deep breath as he looked out of his own window to see Alex walk around the car and head across the lawn. Till of course, another car passed by and parked itself onto the driveway. Instead of driving off, Jack actually stayed and watched from his tinted windows where the others couldn't see him from the outside. He wanted to observe this family life Alex talked about.

Alex turned around to see his dad's off-duty car park and the doors fly open, for his little brother to come dropping his backpack unto the floor, running into Alex's arms. "Alex!!!" Josh yelled before jumping onto him, Alex responded in picking him up and swinging him around.

"Ahh, hey squirt! Gah, not so hard…you might break me in half!" Alex joked, but Josh let go and then looked up at Alex's face to see the cuts and bruises. Josh gasped at this and covered his mouth to stifle it.

"Oh man! What happened to you?" Josh asked as he looked up at him with those big brown eyes of his, obviously concerned about his well-being. It's not even day where he comes home all bruised and battered.

"Don't worry about it, Josh. I'm good, just a little scrap I got into in school today." Alex said as he ruffled Josh's hair, all Josh did was tilt his head to the side to look up at his wounds a bit more but then narrowed his eyes. Josh then pointed his finger up at him as if he was going to send him to jail or something, Alex backed up a bit from this.

"You better have walked out of that fight with them looking worse then you, Alex!!!" Josh yelled as he pointed up at him, hoping that his brother didn't let himself get beaten up and fight back or better yet, fight back and win.

Alex laughing it off would get on his one knee and hold his shoulders, "How about this? Why don't I tell you all about it over…hmm…lets see, Cream soda or Orange Soda?" He said both suggesting the Shepherd siblings similar favorite sodas other then the generic Pepsi and others. Josh rubbed his chin as if he was some big shot thinking about giving him a lead role in a movie or just giving him the role of a janitor or something.

"Hmm…can we have both? Like try them both out one by one?"

"Deal."

"WHOO!!!" Josh excitedly jumped onto Alex's arms again, embracing him tightly over him getting to spend some quality time with him, getting to drink both of their favorite soda's, and hearing a cool fighting story. This was going to be the best Monday!

"Not so fast, I still got to talk to him myself. Josh, go start on your homework." Adam said as he got all of his stuff from the car and slammed the door, giving Alex the 'look'. That meant trouble, Josh knew it all to well. Sighing disappointedly he'd let go of Alex and start walking into the house.

"Fine…"

With Josh gone, Adam took off his Sheriff's jacket and slammed it onto the lawn and got in Alex's face. "What the hell is the matter with you, Alex?!"

"What do you mean what the hell is the matter with me?!"

"Why am I hearing about some school riot, started by you! Huh? Now you're some sort of troublemaker huh? Huh?!" Adam yelled over at him, giving Alex's tiny shoves on his shoulders, with every word. Alex then got in his father's face this time, not taking it tonight.

"What do you mean, I started?! There was no school riot, DAD! It was just a bunch of stupid, steroid pumping jocks jumping the shit out of me! That's all there was to it, you think I'm just going to stand there and take it?!" Alex yelled back, looking at his father eye-to-eye since they were the same height, Alex growing taller everyday didn't help. Soon he'd be taller then him, but height didn't matter in this little talk. The two continued to yell back and forth, the bickering between the two was so loud the neighbors had their lights on and looked over at the scene from their windows. Lillian hearing the argument from the inside had left her sewing priorities and went outside to see what was going on.

"Honey? Why are you two fighti--?!" Her words would get interrupted by Adam instantly, without even looking at her pointing the finger and shutting her up.

"Not now, Lillian! Now get in the house! Get the fuck in the house!!!" He yelled out at the top of his lungs, she was shocked at the sudden anger rise in her husband. Even though she was used to it, but this was one of the rare times that they'd take this outside, biting down on her lip she'd grip her necklace and managed to speak out once more against his wishes.

"If you're going to make yourselves look like fools, then do it inside! Not in the public's eye where EVERYONE can see how ignorant and stupid we are!!!" Both Alex and Adam were silenced for a second as they looked at each other then at their surroundings, they were still in the yard and a good couple of people from their windows at the arguing males. This was a bad image for not only their family but he himself as a sheriff, people might think he beats his wife or his children if he's giving off this type of message. Which he doesn't. Looking back at Lillian who managed to actually speak against him for the first time, it kind of threw him off guard as well. Maybe she couldn't take it anymore with bottling it up, probably that was it.

Lillian stormed off of the porch and went right in both of their faces, mostly Adam's and really got in on it. "Oh? Now you're quiet?! Go on, Adam! Yell a bit more, maybe people all the way in BRAHMS CAN HEAR YOU FROM HERE?! Yes, I know Alex got into a fight in school today. But if your going to use these parenting 'method's' of yours, then do it where people don't see you and think your probably either going to smack me or Alex around to keep us quiet!" She yelled out, she really was taking it out on him now. Worse possible scenario at this time, Adam for once was actually put in his place. He began to put his hands in front of him trying to illustrate with hand gestures to state he would never do such a thing.

"Now Lillian…"

"No! Don't give me that! Now, ADAM, you listen to me. I want you and Alex to get inside of the house, right now! No if, ands, or buts! Do you hear me?!"

"But honey…"

"Do you get me, soldier?!"

Without a single word, all he would do is sigh and walk past Alex going inside of the house, leaving the door open for both of them to go in. Now Alex would just stare up at his mother, whom he never seen this side of her before. He always known her to be the quiet, submissive one. It really is the quiet ones you have to watch out for, without her even to say anything to him he'd go inside as well.

Taking a deep breath she'd follow him in and close the door behind them, without the three knowing, from Alex's and Josh's room above on the upper floors, the young Shepherd was watching from above. He saw the whole thing, with a sigh he'd continue to just sit there and look out to the sky, if seen tears can be streaming down Josh's rosy cheeks at the moment.

Sniffing and wiping his tears, he'd close his eyes and hold his hands together, bowing his head in prayer. "Dear lord, please…please help my family love each other and stop fighting? Please, lord…I-I can't take it anymore of this and I don't know what I'd do…please, save my family? Amen." With that prayer made, hoping that the God he was praying to would hear his plea and save the Shepherd family from further this distance. With one last sigh he'd look at the sun as it finally had set and the night sky had finally decided to loom over Shepherd's Glen.

Josh would close the window and now start on his homework, no doubt Alex would be in any mood to follow up on the storytelling and soda barge.

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From the driver seat, Jack sat through the entire thing. From what he could see, he was honestly underestimating how crazy he said Alex's family was. Him and his father just can't get along, at all. There must be something deeper to it, and he'd find out. But besides all that good stuff, there was something very clear after seeing this. Getting him to The Foundation would be harder then it looks with a family like this on his back, a loving brother, and that girl as his priority. No, not even. It seems that Elle Holloway and his brother are his only lifeline in this world left, with these two factors in his way. There would be no way in hell he'd get Alex to agree with him, but that potential couldn't be let go just like that.

"Interesting…" Jack said with that same evil smirk that he bore when he first saw, Alex fight the first time against the jocks. Just when he was pondering on how can he draw him to the Foundation, his cellphone rang. He went through his pocket and pulled it out, flipping it open he'd press his ear against it hearing his contact on the other line.

"Yes, it's me." Jack answered, the voice spoke more not allowing Jack to speak at all for a while. "Yes, I understand…I know I'm supposed to make the hit at the Pulse, but I think I found something more interesting then our little Japanese mafia fiends." He said with a smirk before eying the Shepherd estate once more, rolling his eyes and sighing at the voice obvious distaste with what he said.

"Yes, yes, I know! All will be done in due time, we have enough money to drown your sorrows anyways. But I found something more interesting then pulling money from our White Claudia ring….yes, remember that 'apprentice' I've told you that I've been looking for? Well…I think I found him." Jack licked his lips to the idea of having, Alex Shepherd as his own but that was quickly dismissed at the voice's insult. "What?! Well I never…oh you, argh! So what if I'm only seventeen?! I can still kill everyone of our little group without even trying! You know that. Or must I prove it to you?" Even if Jack can remain calm and cool but it was this one man that irked him and it was almost impossible to be himself around him without looking like a immature brat which is not him at all.

"Yes, yes, I know what you are capable of…Jack the Ripper. If I doubted your skills…why would you be my second-in-command? Hmm? My right hand man? My right wing? There is no need to be so hostile my boy…" The voice said as he sipped on a glass of fine wine, also enjoying the works of Mozart in the background of the call. Jack rolled his eyes at his little nickname within the mafia he was in, the gang, whatever he preferred it to be called. He didn't care, it wasn't that he hated his nickname. It was just that it suited him so well, but he would try not to show such pride to him over a call.

"Anyway, back to more pressing matters. I found my apprentice, I was going to call you first to tell you that I was going to be taking off from our little hit on the Black Lotus. Let them live, just a little longer. Till I get everything prepared, keep sending our informants to tell them that they should pay us the money for the drugs, keep giving them warnings. Even if they don't pay or not, keep our mole in there to watch over them. I know you have no intention on letting them live, and truthfully…neither do I. I'd love to skin them all with a rusty scalpel if given the chance. But I have more important matters that needs to be dealt with." Jack said with such finesse and grace in his voice, he almost didn't sound like a killer his name claims to be. He still sounds like the same seventeen year old half British and half German boy who isn't capable of doing no such deed. One cannot judge a book by it's cover indeed.

"I see, well fine. You have the right idea by keeping, Takashi there to keep tabs on that snake, Kazuya. I really am getting tired of him holding out on my money…" The voice said more irritable then before, nor did Jack care. He didn't care about the money or anything, what was his goal in there?

"Well, I'll keep you updated. Boss, do me a favor…will you mate? Can you prep the Foundation for Friday? Give out invitations and announcements to all the gangsters and the so-called 'hood rats' these idiots hang with?" Jack said, with the utter distaste of having to use the term hood rats as some of the lower-ranked gang members call the usual women and such who have nothing to do with their lives besides throw it all away to hang out with a bunch of nothings.

"Will do. But Jack, will this apprentice of yours come through? How do you know he won't back down?"

"Don't worry, I have my ways. Till next time." Jack said as he hung up the phone and threw it unto the passenger seat, he took a deep breath and looked out the window at the Shepherd estate once more before driving away. Friday is going to be a great day, but first, Elle's place looks very promising. All he hopes right now is that Judge Holloway doesn't mind his appearance.

"This will prove to be interesting, at least something can tear away the boredom of my life."

x- - Devil May Cry.

Author's note: Wow! What a chapter, huh? Quite some bonding that was done between Alex and Jack. Just what is the Foundation?! This mysterious mafia that Jack is apparently from at such a young age, already being 2nd-in-command, what is all that about? Now they were also behind the White Claudia drug ring back with Michael Kauffman back in Silent Hill? Sure it was before Jack's time but still, what is with that? And what does Jack have in store for Alex being that for some odd reason he chose him as a 'apprentice'? And what exactly is Jack going to do to Elle or why is he going there in the first place!? AND WHO WILL DRINK ALL THE ORANAGE SODA OR CREAM SODA?! WILL IT BE JOSH SHEPHERD, ALEX SHEPHERD, or the mysterious JACK THE RIPPER?! XDDD. All will be explained in the next chapter!!! Please give reviews and give me your thoughts on this chapter, I had to bleed my heart out for this one so you know. Tell me what you were thinking, what you will be hoping for, or expecting, or what you didn't expect from our enigma Jack? Tell me, I want to hear your thoughts people. It fuels me not only to write more but to come up with some interesting ideas, I'm already thinking of a sequel to this! Remember, this is mostly a flashback. Give me some reviews, PLEASE!!! Thank you for reading!^^ P.S.: I HATE newports!!! .