Charlotte and Iloveyaoi2much, thanks for your kind words. My mom will be home from the hospital tomorrow, big relieve.
478 hits in july, wow, never had that before. Thanks, people.
So, here we go, I still dunno where this will end but…
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While Bobby still stared bomb craters into the ceiling, Jack was sneaking around the hallway as silent as he could with his crutches. He just KNEW that something was wrong. Slowly making his way down the stairs, his back turned to the wall, he tried to make out, if there was somebody in the house. He heard steps. Couldn't be Bobby, his heavy steps were unique; couldn't be Angel, he had been in the army for so long, his steps sounded like he was marching into a battel-field all the time; and it couldn't be Sofi, she had light steps and even in the middle of the night she usually was capable of talking without cease. For a moment Jack wondered if he was hallucinating, but no, there was someone down there. Now, he wouldn't make that typical mistake and ask a silly question like "Is somebody there?" What answer could anyone expect? "Yeah, it's me, the psychopathic killer, I am making a sandwich, do you want one!" He rolled his eyes at the thought of that. Still standing on the stairs, he didn't know what to do. The person seemed to be in the kitchen. For an instant, Jack thought of facing whoever dared to enter the Mercer's home by himself but feeling the crutches in his hands, he realized that this kind of thinking got him into this situation at the first place. Once again he felt like an incredible dumb kid, knowing that whatever was down there, he couldn't face it alone. He should not. He was a trouble-magnet. So he made his way back up the few stairs he had walked down.
"What would it take to make Jack come to me?", Bobby was still overthinking stuff. Little did people know, but he had a brain and he knew how to use it. Eventually, he couldn't stop himself from brooding way to many times. "Should I tell him that I promised Mom to have not just one eye but TWO eyes at him, at all times, forever? He'd feel like a little boy all over again. But that's what he is…at least to me. My little brother. Damned be that fucking family shit. It kills people. Obviously. I mean, dig this, Jerry tries to built something, gets in trouble, mom finds out about it, gets killed and in the end, we, the Mercers, are the ones being fucked up. Man, my eye still hurts from the tickle the police-guy gave me. Fucking shit, sometimes it'd be better to not have a family." He almost slapped himself in the face, cursing himself for thinking this kind of fucked up bullshit. Yeah, overthinking was very helpful, indeed. Bobby almost jumped off the bed when he saw the door to his room open out of the corner of his eye. Jack sneaked inside, waving Bobby to be silent. Bobby got up and moved over to Jack: "What's wrong? Do you…" "There is somebody downstairds. In our house!", Jack whispered. Instantly, Bobby's mind switched from big brother to bad-ass superman without a fucking silly spandex-suit, turned around, went over to the bed and pulled out the big shoutgun from under the bed. He had bought new ammo for it, so he was ready. In typical Bobby-Mercer-Manner, he opened the bedroom-door, stepped into the hallway and yelled: "Ok, whoever the fuck you are, you better show yourself before I blow your fucking brain out!", and while saying that, he worked the slide. The intruder just had to KNOW that he was in trouble. Another door opened and Angel stepped into the hallway, carrying two guns, Sofi hiding behind him but determined to not leave her man alone. Jack suddenly wished he had the crowbar Bobby gave him. But he still had crutches and he would use them in a way that made it painful. "What is it?", Angel asked, ready for anything. "There is someone in our house", Bobby raised his voice, pointing with his head to the stairs " and we gonna throw you the FUCK OUT!", he yelled starting to walk down the stairs, Angel following him. Of course, Jack and Sofi followed too, but left a little space between them. Bobby went for the living room while Angel went for the kitchen. The weapons ready, both men were ready to kill. Jack and Sofi had reached the end of the stairs and remaind there. Somehow it felt safer. But this turned out to be their biggest mistake cos all of a sudden, both of them felt a cold item on their head. "Move and you're fucking dead", a voice said behind them. "Hidding outside the door, of course", Jack said loud. Sofi started shaking. There no doubt the cold items were guns. Bobby and Angel both stood there, pointing the guns to the men behind Sofi and Jack. But it was pretty clear that shooting the intruders at this point would end in a fucking blood bath.
Jack and Sofi were both pulled backwards, outside the house. Bobby and Angel cursed and threatened the men incessantly, obviously having tremendous success. Jack tripped over a couple of times, having to walk backwards with crutches wasn't a fucking easy thing to do. Everyone could see that Angel was about to lose it. His girl, his little brother, dragged away. Bobby's face showed incredible anger. Like a thunderstorm about to break loose, his eyes were clouded, ready to take any advantage of this situation if it showed up. But there was nothing that could be done. No opportunity to help. So both of them could do but just one thing: watch as Jack and Sofi were driven away.