Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Gone 7/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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Jack stumbled and tripped as he struggled to stay upright in the snow. The masked man gripped Jack's upper arm, steadying him. "Easy," he murmured.
Jack shivered, a small moan leaving him when the wind blew, his skin aching from the bite of the cold air. "F-Fuck..." he whispered, shuddering.
The masked man led Jack to the waiting car. "Go on, get in," he said. Jack nodded, his teeth chattering hard. He sat down on the leather seat, hissing as the cold material touched his bare back.
The man got in beside him, nudging Jack further along the seat. "Put the belt on," he said. Jack rolled his eyes and did so clumsily, his numb fingers making the task difficult.
"Where is he?" the man said, prodding the driver in the shoulder with two fingers.
The man grunted and shook his head. "Inside still," he said.
Jack shivered, his body trembling. "Turn the heat on," the masked man said.
"What?" the driver said, glancing back at them in the rearview mirror. "What the fuck for?"
"Just fuckin' do it," the masked man snapped. The driver sighed impatiently and flicked the switch, the heater rumbling to life.
Jack felt the first blasts of heat hit his legs and arms. "Thanks," he mumbled.
The masked man nodded tightly. "S'nothin'," he said. Jack coughed and ducked his head when the driver glared at him. He sniffed, his throat burning with each breath that he took in. He closed his eyes when he heard the approaching footsteps, Victor's voice carrying on the wind.
"Let’s go," he said, gesturing at the waiting men. He got in the luxury car and eyed Jack. "Damn boy, you look like you need warmin' up. How 'bout you climb on over here and put y'self t' work?"
Jack felt his stomach clench. He shifted away from Victor. "I..." he started to say.
"I cuffed him, he ain't movin' nowhere now," the masked man cut in.
Victor scoffed. "He don't need his hands for this."
Jack blinked, shuddering again. Victor looked him up and down. "You gonna be fun to break in," he said, nodding. "Oh yeah, jus' you wait."
Jack stared at his tattered jeans, refusing to look at him. The masked man nudged him, a subtle warning to stay quiet. Victor looked at the driver. "The fuck you waitin' for?" he shouted.
The driver started the engine and turned the wheel, pulling away from the house. Jack looked back over his shoulder, watching the house as they drove. He swallowed hard, his lips pressed tightly together to keep from screaming, or crying.
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Victor chuckled when they pulled up to the iced over river. "Fool showed up," he said. "And they say there's no such thing as a free lunch."
Jack looked up, seeing the group of men on the river. He bit his lip hard, his eyes widening. "Bobby..." he whispered. Victor laughed and adjusted his coat collar.
"Your boy, he sure is stupid, Jackie," he said. "Let's get this shit over with; I got a lotta breakin' in to do, don't I?" He let his eyes wander over Jack's chest. "Get him out!" he barked at two of his men.
The two men at the back of the car yanked Jack out of the door, ignoring his grunt of pain. Jack stumbled again as the men pulled him further, his feet slipping over the ground. Jack's teeth chattered, the cold air biting at his exposed skin once more. The masked man stood at his side.
They shoved Jack down to the ground, the ice digging into his knees, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. Jack shivered, his heart beating too fast, his lips forming silent prayers. He cocked his head to one side as the rumble of a car engine pulled up nearby.
He peered up at the men who were staring at him. A deep blush swept over Jack's face, embarrassed to be seen like this. Jerry stepped forward, his eyes hard.
"Jeremiah Mercer. Businessman," Victor said with a sneer on his face. "Give me that!" he said as he yanked the duffel bag loose from Jerry's hand. Victor pulled the zipper back, a smile curving his lips when he saw the stacks of money neatly piled inside the bag.
"Goddamn it, I like the way you do business!" he said, nodding to Jerry. "You shoulda let me in on your project, Jerry. We coulda been partners, and now...well look what you and your brothers got yourselves into."
Jack stared at the snow, his knees chilled from the ice that was seeping into his jeans. Victor walked over to Jack's side. "You see this?" he said, grabbing a fistful of Jack's hair.
Jack cried out, squirming in his grip. "You let go of him now!" Jerry yelled. "Come on now, we gonna trade up, or what?"
Victor shook his hand, Jack's cries echoing loudly. "Tell me, Jeremiah, what were the terms again? You paid me four hundred grand and I pardon you and your brothers, is that right? Forgive and forget, right?" he asked, yanking harder on Jack's hair.
"Damn it, Sweet, let go of my brother!" Jerry said, taking a step forward. "You got your money! My brothers said I was bein' naïve, tellin' me that you’d shoot me and take the money anyway."
"Aw, you hurt my feelings," Victor crooned falsely. He released his grip on Jack's hair, his fingers stroking the soft strands. Jack cringed, his lips trembling.
"Good," Jerry said. Jack looked around, searching in vain for any hint of Bobby. The men formed a circle around them, blocking his view. He ducked his head and shivered, a harsh cough rattling in his chest.
Jerry looked over Jack's shoulder, his eyes glinting in the weak sunshine. "You don't know shit about hurt feelings," he said, Victor's snort echoing. "You killed my mama, you're ransomin' off my baby brother, and I think that all this is payment enough."
"You been doin' a lot of thinking, boy," Victor drawled. "Least one of you boys got some brains. I don't see the others, they chicken out on you? I'm kinda sad, I was hopin' to see Bobby, make sure he knows that this ain't on your head no more, but on both of yours."
"Yeah, my mama raised me to be a thinking man," Jerry said, his hands resting in front of him. "So me and my brothers, we came up with a whole new proposal."
Victor blinked and chuckled softly. "A whole new proposal," he said. "Is that right? What else you think you got that'll make me give him back, huh?"
"Yes, sir," Jerry said, smiling then. "You gonna like it too, because it's a real sweet deal. Check it out. Instead of giving you the four hundred grand, we decided to give it to these mistreated workers you got standing behind you, and then you're gonna give me my brother."
Victor huffed out an indignant laugh. "Boy, you are fuckin' touched in the head if you think for one second that my men would follow a pussy like you," he said. He glanced at Evan briefly. "Pistol," he said flatly.
Evan stood silently next to Jerry. Jack sucked in an unsteady breath, gasping lowly as another cough scraped his throat. "Evan, I said pistol!" Victor yelled.
"No, bitch," Evan said, some amusement in his voice. "The one thing you forgot about me is this, I was in the union for a long time. I ain't never missed no meetings."
"He ain't lying," Jerry said, shaking his head. "It's cold out here when you by yourself, ain't it? Now you gonna let go of my brother an' we walkin' out of here."
Victor looked around the circle in disbelief. "So what?" Y'all gonna turn on me? You gonna kill the hand that's been feeding you?! Over some stupid old lady and this skinny bitch?!" he slapped his hand off the side of Jack's head, a pained cry leaving Jack.
"You watch your motherfucking mouth," Jerry snapped.
Victor laughed wildly. "You dumb shits!" he said. "I told Fowler an' all his little pals about this whole meeting! You kill me an' you'll all go down! Murder charges, you bitches!"
"He's already late, Victor," Jerry said. "Give me Jack, and we cool, right?"
Victor opened and closed his mouth. "Hell no, you can’t take him, he's mine now, my fuckin' property," he said. Jack swayed woozily on the ice. He smiled then, his skin mostly numb from the cold. "Bobby..." he mumbled, coughing harder, tears in his eyes.
"So, who’s gonna do it then?" Victor shouted at the men around him. "Who's gonna be the big man? Who's gonna take on Victor Sweet? Ain't none of you got what it takes!"
Victor turned around when he heard the murmurs among the men beside him. He squinted, watching the lone figure come closer to the group. "Is that what y'all been waitin' on? Oh fuck, this is gonna be a treat," he said, smirking.
Jack turned his head, his mouth dropping when he saw Bobby stalking towards them, cold rage in his eyes. "Bobby..." he mouthed, his lips tinged blue.
"Oh, Bobby Mercer," Victor said, delightedly. "You sure know how to pull off an entrance, don't you?"
Bobby came to a stop in front of Victor. He looked down at Jack, fury flashing on his face. "What the fuck is this?" he demanded. "You tryin' to freeze him?!"
"This whole thing, it ain't settled till your bloods on this ice here," Victor said. "I ain't letting him leave here till you're dead, got that?"
Jack lifted his head, his eyes meeting Bobby's. He sniffed, a tear running down his cheek. Bobby gritted his teeth, his hands tightening into fists.
"You gonna be the one, then?" Victor demanded. "Come on, Bobby, what you got for me? I tell you what," he said. "You take my gun, you do the right thing and I'll let your baby boy go, a'right?"
"Your idea of the right thing is what?" Bobby asked, stepping closer to Victor.
"You, I want you to finish yourself off, in front of us," Victor said simply.
Jack shuddered. "No!" he croaked, his body racked with violent coughing.
"You shut your mouth!" Victor hissed, slapping Jack hard.
Bobby lashed out, his fist connecting with Victor's jaw. "Don't you touch him, don't you fuckin' touch him!" he growled.
"Watch his hands, Bobby," Jerry said, tugging Bobby's long coat off his arms.
Victor laughed and spat blood on the ground. "That the best shot you got?" he said, shrugging his own coat off.
Bobby edged in closer, the two of them prowling warily. Jack watched as the fight began in earnest then, the other men roaring and cheering, the shouts echoing loudly. He cringed when Victor landed a vicious punch to Bobby's eye, coughing harder.
It seemed to go on forever, the grunts, the kicks and punches, Bobby slowly gaining the upper hand on Victor. Jack gasped out another ragged cough, his movements becoming slow and uneven. Victor landed on the ground, his leg hooking around Bobby's ankle and dragging him down. Bobby hit the ground, groaning as he rolled over.
Victor let out a small scream and jumped at him. Bobby looked up in time to see Victor coming at him before he rolled to the side, grunting when he felt the impact. Victor backhanded Bobby and leaned over, grabbing the gun from the waist of Bobby's jeans.
He rolled back over and aimed at Jack, laughing. "S'all for nothin'," he slurred, blood trickling down his bottom lip. Bobby looked over, his mouth dropping. "No!" he yelled, lunging at Victor, the blast of the gun startling them all.
Jack breathed out, his eyes wide as the fiery pain spread through his shoulder. He looked down, hot blood pouring down his chest He looked back up, his mouth moving wordlessly. "Bobby..." he managed to say before he slumped backwards, tears running down his cheeks, the pain burning white-hot throughout him.
Bobby ripped the gun from Sweet's hands and smashed it into his face, relishing the howl of pain that followed. "Fuckin' bastard!" he screamed. He threw the gun to the side and ran the short distance to Jack, the sound of the men tossing Sweet in the hole that had been cut earlier a mere whisper in his ears.
Jack coughed weakly, his breath catching. Bobby crouched over him, touching his face frantically. "Jack! Jack, look at me! Hold on, Jackie," he said, tears in his eyes.
Jack struggled to pull each breath in, the blood dripping from in between Bobby's fingers.
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy," Bobby demanded, his voice shaking. "Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!"
Jack smiled slowly, his eyes heavy as the sky above him faded. "Bobby," he whispered. "Knew you'd come..."
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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Jack stumbled and tripped as he struggled to stay upright in the snow. The masked man gripped Jack's upper arm, steadying him. "Easy," he murmured.
Jack shivered, a small moan leaving him when the wind blew, his skin aching from the bite of the cold air. "F-Fuck..." he whispered, shuddering.
The masked man led Jack to the waiting car. "Go on, get in," he said. Jack nodded, his teeth chattering hard. He sat down on the leather seat, hissing as the cold material touched his bare back.
The man got in beside him, nudging Jack further along the seat. "Put the belt on," he said. Jack rolled his eyes and did so clumsily, his numb fingers making the task difficult.
"Where is he?" the man said, prodding the driver in the shoulder with two fingers.
The man grunted and shook his head. "Inside still," he said.
Jack shivered, his body trembling. "Turn the heat on," the masked man said.
"What?" the driver said, glancing back at them in the rearview mirror. "What the fuck for?"
"Just fuckin' do it," the masked man snapped. The driver sighed impatiently and flicked the switch, the heater rumbling to life.
Jack felt the first blasts of heat hit his legs and arms. "Thanks," he mumbled.
The masked man nodded tightly. "S'nothin'," he said. Jack coughed and ducked his head when the driver glared at him. He sniffed, his throat burning with each breath that he took in. He closed his eyes when he heard the approaching footsteps, Victor's voice carrying on the wind.
"Let’s go," he said, gesturing at the waiting men. He got in the luxury car and eyed Jack. "Damn boy, you look like you need warmin' up. How 'bout you climb on over here and put y'self t' work?"
Jack felt his stomach clench. He shifted away from Victor. "I..." he started to say.
"I cuffed him, he ain't movin' nowhere now," the masked man cut in.
Victor scoffed. "He don't need his hands for this."
Jack blinked, shuddering again. Victor looked him up and down. "You gonna be fun to break in," he said, nodding. "Oh yeah, jus' you wait."
Jack stared at his tattered jeans, refusing to look at him. The masked man nudged him, a subtle warning to stay quiet. Victor looked at the driver. "The fuck you waitin' for?" he shouted.
The driver started the engine and turned the wheel, pulling away from the house. Jack looked back over his shoulder, watching the house as they drove. He swallowed hard, his lips pressed tightly together to keep from screaming, or crying.
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Victor chuckled when they pulled up to the iced over river. "Fool showed up," he said. "And they say there's no such thing as a free lunch."
Jack looked up, seeing the group of men on the river. He bit his lip hard, his eyes widening. "Bobby..." he whispered. Victor laughed and adjusted his coat collar.
"Your boy, he sure is stupid, Jackie," he said. "Let's get this shit over with; I got a lotta breakin' in to do, don't I?" He let his eyes wander over Jack's chest. "Get him out!" he barked at two of his men.
The two men at the back of the car yanked Jack out of the door, ignoring his grunt of pain. Jack stumbled again as the men pulled him further, his feet slipping over the ground. Jack's teeth chattered, the cold air biting at his exposed skin once more. The masked man stood at his side.
They shoved Jack down to the ground, the ice digging into his knees, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. Jack shivered, his heart beating too fast, his lips forming silent prayers. He cocked his head to one side as the rumble of a car engine pulled up nearby.
He peered up at the men who were staring at him. A deep blush swept over Jack's face, embarrassed to be seen like this. Jerry stepped forward, his eyes hard.
"Jeremiah Mercer. Businessman," Victor said with a sneer on his face. "Give me that!" he said as he yanked the duffel bag loose from Jerry's hand. Victor pulled the zipper back, a smile curving his lips when he saw the stacks of money neatly piled inside the bag.
"Goddamn it, I like the way you do business!" he said, nodding to Jerry. "You shoulda let me in on your project, Jerry. We coulda been partners, and now...well look what you and your brothers got yourselves into."
Jack stared at the snow, his knees chilled from the ice that was seeping into his jeans. Victor walked over to Jack's side. "You see this?" he said, grabbing a fistful of Jack's hair.
Jack cried out, squirming in his grip. "You let go of him now!" Jerry yelled. "Come on now, we gonna trade up, or what?"
Victor shook his hand, Jack's cries echoing loudly. "Tell me, Jeremiah, what were the terms again? You paid me four hundred grand and I pardon you and your brothers, is that right? Forgive and forget, right?" he asked, yanking harder on Jack's hair.
"Damn it, Sweet, let go of my brother!" Jerry said, taking a step forward. "You got your money! My brothers said I was bein' naïve, tellin' me that you’d shoot me and take the money anyway."
"Aw, you hurt my feelings," Victor crooned falsely. He released his grip on Jack's hair, his fingers stroking the soft strands. Jack cringed, his lips trembling.
"Good," Jerry said. Jack looked around, searching in vain for any hint of Bobby. The men formed a circle around them, blocking his view. He ducked his head and shivered, a harsh cough rattling in his chest.
Jerry looked over Jack's shoulder, his eyes glinting in the weak sunshine. "You don't know shit about hurt feelings," he said, Victor's snort echoing. "You killed my mama, you're ransomin' off my baby brother, and I think that all this is payment enough."
"You been doin' a lot of thinking, boy," Victor drawled. "Least one of you boys got some brains. I don't see the others, they chicken out on you? I'm kinda sad, I was hopin' to see Bobby, make sure he knows that this ain't on your head no more, but on both of yours."
"Yeah, my mama raised me to be a thinking man," Jerry said, his hands resting in front of him. "So me and my brothers, we came up with a whole new proposal."
Victor blinked and chuckled softly. "A whole new proposal," he said. "Is that right? What else you think you got that'll make me give him back, huh?"
"Yes, sir," Jerry said, smiling then. "You gonna like it too, because it's a real sweet deal. Check it out. Instead of giving you the four hundred grand, we decided to give it to these mistreated workers you got standing behind you, and then you're gonna give me my brother."
Victor huffed out an indignant laugh. "Boy, you are fuckin' touched in the head if you think for one second that my men would follow a pussy like you," he said. He glanced at Evan briefly. "Pistol," he said flatly.
Evan stood silently next to Jerry. Jack sucked in an unsteady breath, gasping lowly as another cough scraped his throat. "Evan, I said pistol!" Victor yelled.
"No, bitch," Evan said, some amusement in his voice. "The one thing you forgot about me is this, I was in the union for a long time. I ain't never missed no meetings."
"He ain't lying," Jerry said, shaking his head. "It's cold out here when you by yourself, ain't it? Now you gonna let go of my brother an' we walkin' out of here."
Victor looked around the circle in disbelief. "So what?" Y'all gonna turn on me? You gonna kill the hand that's been feeding you?! Over some stupid old lady and this skinny bitch?!" he slapped his hand off the side of Jack's head, a pained cry leaving Jack.
"You watch your motherfucking mouth," Jerry snapped.
Victor laughed wildly. "You dumb shits!" he said. "I told Fowler an' all his little pals about this whole meeting! You kill me an' you'll all go down! Murder charges, you bitches!"
"He's already late, Victor," Jerry said. "Give me Jack, and we cool, right?"
Victor opened and closed his mouth. "Hell no, you can’t take him, he's mine now, my fuckin' property," he said. Jack swayed woozily on the ice. He smiled then, his skin mostly numb from the cold. "Bobby..." he mumbled, coughing harder, tears in his eyes.
"So, who’s gonna do it then?" Victor shouted at the men around him. "Who's gonna be the big man? Who's gonna take on Victor Sweet? Ain't none of you got what it takes!"
Victor turned around when he heard the murmurs among the men beside him. He squinted, watching the lone figure come closer to the group. "Is that what y'all been waitin' on? Oh fuck, this is gonna be a treat," he said, smirking.
Jack turned his head, his mouth dropping when he saw Bobby stalking towards them, cold rage in his eyes. "Bobby..." he mouthed, his lips tinged blue.
"Oh, Bobby Mercer," Victor said, delightedly. "You sure know how to pull off an entrance, don't you?"
Bobby came to a stop in front of Victor. He looked down at Jack, fury flashing on his face. "What the fuck is this?" he demanded. "You tryin' to freeze him?!"
"This whole thing, it ain't settled till your bloods on this ice here," Victor said. "I ain't letting him leave here till you're dead, got that?"
Jack lifted his head, his eyes meeting Bobby's. He sniffed, a tear running down his cheek. Bobby gritted his teeth, his hands tightening into fists.
"You gonna be the one, then?" Victor demanded. "Come on, Bobby, what you got for me? I tell you what," he said. "You take my gun, you do the right thing and I'll let your baby boy go, a'right?"
"Your idea of the right thing is what?" Bobby asked, stepping closer to Victor.
"You, I want you to finish yourself off, in front of us," Victor said simply.
Jack shuddered. "No!" he croaked, his body racked with violent coughing.
"You shut your mouth!" Victor hissed, slapping Jack hard.
Bobby lashed out, his fist connecting with Victor's jaw. "Don't you touch him, don't you fuckin' touch him!" he growled.
"Watch his hands, Bobby," Jerry said, tugging Bobby's long coat off his arms.
Victor laughed and spat blood on the ground. "That the best shot you got?" he said, shrugging his own coat off.
Bobby edged in closer, the two of them prowling warily. Jack watched as the fight began in earnest then, the other men roaring and cheering, the shouts echoing loudly. He cringed when Victor landed a vicious punch to Bobby's eye, coughing harder.
It seemed to go on forever, the grunts, the kicks and punches, Bobby slowly gaining the upper hand on Victor. Jack gasped out another ragged cough, his movements becoming slow and uneven. Victor landed on the ground, his leg hooking around Bobby's ankle and dragging him down. Bobby hit the ground, groaning as he rolled over.
Victor let out a small scream and jumped at him. Bobby looked up in time to see Victor coming at him before he rolled to the side, grunting when he felt the impact. Victor backhanded Bobby and leaned over, grabbing the gun from the waist of Bobby's jeans.
He rolled back over and aimed at Jack, laughing. "S'all for nothin'," he slurred, blood trickling down his bottom lip. Bobby looked over, his mouth dropping. "No!" he yelled, lunging at Victor, the blast of the gun startling them all.
Jack breathed out, his eyes wide as the fiery pain spread through his shoulder. He looked down, hot blood pouring down his chest He looked back up, his mouth moving wordlessly. "Bobby..." he managed to say before he slumped backwards, tears running down his cheeks, the pain burning white-hot throughout him.
Bobby ripped the gun from Sweet's hands and smashed it into his face, relishing the howl of pain that followed. "Fuckin' bastard!" he screamed. He threw the gun to the side and ran the short distance to Jack, the sound of the men tossing Sweet in the hole that had been cut earlier a mere whisper in his ears.
Jack coughed weakly, his breath catching. Bobby crouched over him, touching his face frantically. "Jack! Jack, look at me! Hold on, Jackie," he said, tears in his eyes.
Jack struggled to pull each breath in, the blood dripping from in between Bobby's fingers.
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy," Bobby demanded, his voice shaking. "Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!"
Jack smiled slowly, his eyes heavy as the sky above him faded. "Bobby," he whispered. "Knew you'd come..."
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Date: 2008-01-21 08:51 pm (UTC)you just shot jack?! OMG!!! *freaks out* then ya ended it! UGH!!! I love you...you know that...but where's my happy ending?!!? ^.- Ok, seriously, this chapter rocked!
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Date: 2008-01-21 09:11 pm (UTC)