I hope you all enjoy the rewrite and sorry if the title throws you off i thought that this one suited the story better. i don't own Four Brothers, do own what they do.
Warning of possible Slash in later chapters (Bobby and Jack)
… I opened up the front door to my mom's house. A guy had his back turned to me.
"Your mother was a whore!" the guy in a navy blue hoodie said from the middle of the street with his gloved middle finger in the air. He bent down next to an old car.
"Hey," Anger sounded in my voice. I placed on hand on the door frame to support myself as I lend forward to point at him. I can't believe he call the one woman I love more than anything a 'whore'. She was such a sweet old lady. "Fuck you, man! I will kick your- -." I was cut off by a snow ball hitting me right between the eyes.
I brought my hands up to my face to wipe off the snow. I growled as I did so and stomped my foot. This guy started to really piss me off. I ran off the porch and down the steps, grabbing a handful of snow.
"It's all about Jerry, right?" Bobby yelled from inside the house. His voice really carries.
I turned the lump of snow into a ball as I ran after the hooded guy. "Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!" I now yelled at the guy.
Suddenly he stopped at the stop sign. He turned around, a Jason mask masked his face. He reached around his back and pulled a gun out. The gun was pointed at me.
I stopped dead in my tracks, my right arm half way up; ready to throw the snow ball. All of a sudden guilt filled my mind. Guilt for all the pain I caused Evelyn and the guys. Regret, not telling anyone how I felt. And anger, to die this way and how stupid I am for going after this guy. I should of known it was a trap.
He pulled the trigger. A white hot burning, stinging feeling hit and went into my right shoulder. The force of the blow threw my whole upper right side back. The pain was so terrible that it felt like someone burning through skin and bone.
The pain brought me down to my knees. I held onto my wound. A bad gargle sound escaped my lips.
"Jack!" Bobby yelled from somewhere behind me. Terror filled his voice and he couldn't hide it.
I swayed forward using my right arm to support myself. All that ran through my head was my life. Being abused by my father, trafficked by him. Being mentally and sexually abused by other foster parents. Evelyn taking me in. Evelyn never giving up on me. Having brothers. Bobby always the protective one and joking. Jerry the smart one, he always helped me out with homework. And Angel the jealous one. He hated not being the baby of the family. All we went through to find mom's killers. Now their going to kill me here.
I saw a pair of feet step closer to me. I lifted up to see what he planed to do. The gun was pointed right between my eyes. I closed them waiting for him to shoot and I prayed to the gods my soul will find salvation from this hate full city. I could finally be with Evelyn.
A gun fired. Nothing happened to me so I opened up my tear filled eyes. My shooter had six bullet holes in his chest. He fell back on to the street.
A roaring sound came close to where I was kneeling. I looked up to see a grayish van with men in masks and guns in their hands getting out. This wasn't good, I was screwed, but I wanted to be with my brothers. I got up and hunched my way towards them.
"Shit." Someone said then fired their gun.
I was half way to the side walk when the same burning feeling hit my right knee. I yelped out and fell down. I stretched out my injured arm to catch myself but it gave out and I fell into the cold white snow with a sickening gasp.
The pain was ten fold of what it was. It felt like my whole body was on fire. In my shoulder and knee felt like millions of tiny knives repeatedly stabbing me. With each stab to my heart beat, blood flowed out like a slow calm stream.
At this moment I couldn't hear anything bit my painful screaming. Not even guns or voices. I would gave anything to hear my brothers. I grabbed holed to a wooden pole. I tired getting up but I was getting weaker by the second. My breathing getting hard by the minute.
Slowly, ever so slowly my hearing returned. A ringing of guns. Bullets hitting wood and break, glass shattering. They're hitting the house, the one true place I can call home, being destroyed. All the good times being erased by each bullet. I hated them.
Gun shots, but no Bobby, Angel or Jerry. They can't be dead can they? No they're all to stubborn to die on me or let alone let me die this way. Still I didn't hear anyone. It was filling me up more with guilt. Adding to the guilt before, now it was letting them be in this mess. Everything is my fault, everything. I shouldn't have been born.
"Shit!" Bobby's faint voice came to my ears. I sighed inside for relief, but that was short lived when more gun shots rang.
Damn, I can't stand this. I had to know if he was alive, all of them. Tears stained my face, slightly freezing do the cold. I grabbed on tighter to the pole then yelled. "Bobby!"
"Jack!" Bobby yelled over the loud shooting. He was all right. Now what about the rest?
"Bobby!" I yelled this time hoping that he was going to tell if Angel and Jerry were okay.
"Jack!" Jerry's faint voice. Good his' alive too, but what of Angel?
My vision started to get blurry. My arms couldn't support my weight anymore. I fell away from the pole and onto my back. It hurt so to do so. I screamed out in agony. I can't take much more of this. I need someone now otherwise I'm not going to make it. Bobby, I need you now more than ever.
I turned my head towards the house. I summed enough energy to yell out, "BOBBY!" I need him so bad, I don't want to die. Never had I wished it or at least this way.
"Jack, hold on!" Ha, Bobby telling me to hold on. Hold on to what? I had nothing to hold on to. My life was slipping so fast, I didn't think I could.
My hearing kept fading in and out. My breathing came in gasps, by the second got harder. My heart beat so faint. My head spined from the lose of blood. Coldness set in. uncontrollable cold.
I couldn't take much more. It felt like eternality for Bobby to come, if he doesn't die on me. But he can't die, none of them can. This might sound selfish but they can't die without being by my side.
I want smiling faces. Happy days playing hockey. I could even go for one of Bobby's gay jokes too.
The shooting stopped. Did they get them? No, no that's impossible. Yet you never think that the ones you love will ever die. I wish that were true.
"Hold… fire! … your…!" Someone yelled. What, hold you fire. They wouldn't have stopped if he wasn't dead or that they have a plane on getting him. "He's… the breaks! Jackhammer!"
They opened fire again. Bullets hitting the breaks rang in my ears. One of my brothers was going to get killed. There's no way he could escape without being shot. What's there for him to do? Wait, when Bobby told me to 'hold on', his voice sounded close to me. Bobby was on the porch. They're going to kill him.
"Jack!" I mentally sighed at the sound of his voice.
My body was gasping for some oxygen, but it was so hard. I physically couldn't breathe well. I don't think I could hold out for much longer. Come on they need to hurry, before the darkness completely consumes me. My life flashing before my eyes again and all what I wanted to do. Have a girl friend, get married, have some kids, grandkids, and grow old with the woman of my dreams. Also having an everlasting brotherly friendship with Angel, Jerry, and Bobby. Get out of this city and live more peaceful so I could raise a family.
Now none of that stuff will happen. I'm going to die a bitter and angry person. I never been a happy person. All because of my childhood and all the things that happened to me in the mercer house hold. Any and everything spooked me. Nearly got kidnapped, and almost got hit by a car. When I was older I got into drugs and other shit.
My life reminds me of a song by Three Days Grace, "Never too Late'. It goes like: "This world will never be what I expected. If I don't belong who would of guessed it…' that is so true. I thought life was suppose to be good like in TV shows, but I was wrong. Someday I didn't feel like I belonged. I want to fit in somewhere. I don't think I'll fit into heaven or… hell.
"Bobby." Angel? Why did I hear him so clear? He must have came outside when my hearing faded. Why was he calling Bobby's name, was he in trouble. I tired to turn my head but couldn't. my body felt so stiff and cold. I closed my eyes as a jolt of pain ran through me. I couldn't take this. I couldn't fight this much longer. It's getting stronger.
"Bobby!Bobby1" His voice was frantic. What's going on, that Angel was yelling his name. could he have died. That couldn't be. Could it? "The van! Watch out!"
A loud clash of metal against metal. What was going on? I can't open my eyes. Guys come on I need you. I wanted to tell them something.
"Jack!" I felt a warm body close to me chest. He placed a hand gently on my left shoulder. "Jack, look at me!" Bobby placed both of his hands on the side of my face. "Jack, you all right? Hold on!"
What does it look like? I'm bleeding to death. I got shot. Why the hell did he ask the stupid question for? Bobby can be so stupid sometimes.
"We need an ambulance!" Bobby shouted. I opened my eyes to see Bobby's sad, fearful face. My face all crunched up from pain. "Jack," Blood rose up to my mouth. Coming to the corner of my lips. "Jack.!"
I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was blood and lots of it. No, not now. Why? I wanted to tell them something important.
Tears started to fall from Bobby's eyes, that in turn made me cry. "Jack, please. Come on, man." His voice was breaking. I can't stop this from happing.
"I'm calling. I'm calling." Finally, Sofi doing something other than being with Angel.
"Come, Jack, you gotta breathe!" I'm was tiring to, but couldn't it as too hard. I felt like someone squeezing my lung tightly. I would gave anything to breathe, except my like.
"We need an ambulance right now!" This was just a thought, but they should've called 911 when I first got shot. Right?
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy," Just want I wanted to hear before I died. I gave him a smile mixed with pain. I still wanted to tell them that I loved them, always did. "Come on, Jack, please!" I gave Bobby a look that said 'I can't'. "You gotta fucking breathe!" Bobby grabbed half of my chin. "Come on!"
Hear it came. I wasn't ready for this. I tired once again to take a breath, but all I managed to do was cough. I moaned out of pain. My breathing stopped. Heart beat faintly. My head fell limply to the left.
"Jack! Jack!" was the last thing I heard from Bobby as everything went silent. The darkness completely consumed me. I was going to be free of this damned life, but I would be leaving my brothers all alone just after mom died. No, I couldn't do that. I wanted to go back. Be with my brothers. I needed to be with them.
"Jack, come on." Bobby. I went to the voice but the darkness held on tight taking me away. "Jack, Please!" I can't. Sorry… Bobby.
TBC. I'll up date as soon as i can.