Bullets and Hearts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers.

A/N: Wow, my first Four brothers fanfic. Thoughts are in italics. It starts from the beginning and attempts to join parts of the film :P Anyway I hope you guys like it...

Chapter 1: I just want to go home.

The moment I stepped out of that car I regretted it.

I regretted agreeing to coming to this stupid town and I regretted that we were staying for a week. My older brother Jason glanced at me from across the hood, I could see the same regret washing through his face but he did not speak. My little brother David jumped eagerly from the back seat.

'You ready Em?' Jason asked, joining me on the pavement.

'As ready as I'll ever be,' I muttered through gritted teeth. We walked in complete silence down the streets of Detroit. I hoped I looked suitable enough for a funeral; I had my brown wavy hair tied up in bun, a small black dress matched with black tights. The only problem was that I could not find a black jacket, so I was bundled up in a long grey jacket, which looked smart enough. I had almost forgotten how cold it was. Snow fell amiably from the sky, an attempt to brighten this day, but I tightened my jacket around me, moving as briskly as I could. Ahead were a congregation of people dressed in black, mourning just as silently as we approached. Heads turned our way as we moved our way through the crowd, toward the cemetery. My mouth dropped as we stopped at the gates. The cemetery was packed with hundreds of people, it seemed that the whole town had come to see the burial. We elbowed our way to the front, which was not as difficult as I would have thought. The crowd seemed to part in a strange ghostly way but the staring was driving me insane. Everybody knew it was us; the three misfits who had left when we were most needed... A large billboard was placed in the middle of the cemetery. The tears began pouring from my eyes,

In loving memory of Evelyn Mercer, was scrawled across it and a picture of her face made me stop dead. She was smiling contently at me, at all of us. The memories began burning back through my mind and I started to choke. I had not been aware that Jason and David were both holding my hands, until they squeezed reassuringly almost at the same time. We were close enough to see the coffin being lowered into the ground, but it felt like a dream. The coffin just carried on going, down , down. I could feel a piece of my heart falling with it. Evelyn Mercer had been the kindest, most gentlest women on the face of the earth and yet she could still put up a fight for her boys. Well that's what she called most of them; she knew that every child needed someone there for them, I could remember her telling me. But I also remembered four of her boys who stayed her boys for life, I could barely recall that she had adopted them, taken them in and loved them as if they were her own. I scanned my eyes around for them; but I was not sure if I would recognise them, it had been so long.

'We would like to thank you all for joining us today,' a voice suddenly called above the muffled tears. My head shot up the vicar stood with his arms raised towards the crowd. Behind him three men stood stiffly gazing at the ground. The first was fairly tall wrapped in an oversized jacket, his brown hair stood on end as he shook against the cold, Jack Mercer. He was the youngest, some would say the weakest but always the one you could count on. The second was Jeremiah, he was holding hands with a women; more people would see him as the friendliest of the Mercer's. His dark face was stained with tears as he pulled his hat down over his face. When my eyes fell on the third man, I could hardly believe who I was seeing, Bobby Mercer. His appearance had attracted more attention then ours had. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his brown leather jacket, his eyes never showing movement, only pain. It was heartbreaking to see them all in this state.

'Are those the Mercer brothers?' David asked, yanking my arm and indicating to the three men. David was only ten but I was surprised he could remember them, he had been at least five when we left Detroit.

'Yeah, those are them,' I whispered back to him, bending my knees slightly to talk to him better.

'But where's Angel?' Another shock to the system, David just stood there staring at me expectantly, I began to wish he was not with us. Introducing him back into the life of Detroit would be a huge mistake. I was so excited to be leaving in just a week, even though we had only just got here.

'I'm not sure, I guess he's a no-show today,' I told him simply.

I had not realised that the hundreds of people began to move; they were separating and drifting away slowly from us. We began to follow them, even though I had no idea where we were going,

'Come on Emma,' Jason muttered, pulling me through the gates of the cemetery, 'Jerry's inviting everyone back to his house,'

I was not in the mood to chat to people about Evelyn Mercer's death, all I wanted was to go home, but I knew that was not respectful and would not be tolerated if I told Jason.

*

'Emma Stone?' a shocked voice called out. My head whipped around and I saw a dark-skinned man walking towards me,

'Green!' I shouted, running towards him and hugging him. I had to admit even I was surprised by my reaction, it was the only happiness I had shown today.

'What on earth are you guys doing here?' Green asked, pulling Jason into a hug and ruffling David's hair.

'Well Evelyn did help us when we needed her,' I explained, pulling my jacket tighter around me,

'So we thought the least we could do was show up at her funeral,' Jason finished for me, 'It's awful, how did she die again? Heart attack was it?'

Green froze his eyes filled with sadness, but his face was confused,

'You didn't hear?' He asked quietly. We showed no sign of recognition so he carried on, 'Evelyn was shot,'

I felt my head jerk as if I had been punched in the face,

'Wh-what?' My voice was hoarse suddenly.

'She was shot dead at the store across from the basket-courts,' He explained, but before he could get any further Jason grabbed his arm and wheeled him in the other direction, he did not want David to hear something like that. But David was next to me, his face had gone pale.

'Are you all right David?' I asked him. He nodded his head carefully, his eyes bulging. I was glad I was not the only one appalled by this information. I felt a tap on my shoulder as somebody began to speak,

'Thanks for coming, we'd like to thank you for respecting our mom's service-,' a male's voice began, until I turned on my heel, 'Emma Stone?!' In front of me were two of the Mercer brothers; Jack and Bobby. Their mouth's open and their eyebrows raised, the sight was so comical I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. It's not suitable to laugh at a wake.

'Hey guys,' I said, 'It's nice to see you again. You remember David?' I pushed David forward slightly to try and divert the attention away from me.

'Of course, you remember me?' Jack said, bending down to talk to David face to face. Thankfully, David started chatting to him; which was strange, David did not like meeting new people, usually he just ducked his head and came out with a random outburst which usually resulted in a lot of pain or embarrassment. I guess Jack was not a new person though. But Bobby's eyes stayed glued to my face.

'Well, well, well, look at you Emma,' He laughed. Same old Bobby.

'Creep,' I muttered. He just grinned that cocky grin and winked at me. Bobby was at least five years older than me, if I remembered correctly. Still an annoying git but with the exception of mysterious brown eyes and tamed brown hair.

'Is Jason here?' His head flicked around, looking for my brother.

'Yeah, he's talking to Green,' I pointed to where my brother stood, next to Green and a skinny pale man who I had never met before. Bobby's face darkened and he strode over to them.

'Bye,' I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Jack stood up straight, he was taller now, towering over me. 'Christ Jackie, I remember when you were David's height,' he laughed at my reference to his old nick-name. I felt a small jerk against my hand David looked up at me, his blue orb eyes staring at me intently,

'You used to hang around with Jack?' He questioned.

'Well of course. Me and Jason used to be with the Mercers practically every day,' I told him matter-of-factly.

'Yeah, you used to love hanging around with us, didn't you Emma?' Jack laughed, elbowing me. I instantly cottoned on to what he was hinting,

'Grow up Jack, that was years ago,'

'What? What? Tell me!' David demanded, stamping his foot. We laughed at him simultaneously at which he turned beetroot.

'When we were younger, Emma used to fancy Bobby, OUCH!' I elbowed Jack as hard as I could in the stomach. He doubled over laughing hard, 'Shit, you're still freakishly strong little girl,'

I stuck my tongue out in response. David giggled at our childish behaviour,

'So, you like Bobby Mercer?' David asked, slightly confused.

'Well he was,' I shot a look at Jack to keep him quiet, 'very good looking. He had a nice ass,' I shrugged. Jack burst out laughing, his loud guffaw was attracting the attention of people near us. As I said, not very respectful to laugh at a wake.

'Shhh,' I said, trying not to laugh myself, 'Come on, let's go see the others,' I pushed Jack forward and we joined the group of men who had been conversing seriously and not bringing up embarrassing memories.

'Oh, this is my sister Emma and my little brother David,' Jason announced to the sickly pale man, yanking us forward, 'David Emma, this is Officer Fowler,'

I smiled politely at him and shook his hand, he bent down to talk to David,

'Hey kid, I like your jacket, it's cold today huh?' His smiled revealing a set of uncared for teeth. David stared at him, opening his mouth slowly,

'Emma likes Bobby's ass,' he declared to the group.

OH MY GOD.

A/N: So what do you think? :) , just write down the first thing that comes to your head when you've finished reading. Do you think i should continue, or is it just a waste of good human time? :) Thanks x