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In another universe, Jack would’ve answered the door and gotten shot. However, they were all on edge and Bobby couldn’t shake this feeling. An incessant itch on his skin, a low ringing in his ears. A feeling that made him looking over his shoulders, one that made his peer out the window blinds.
They were arguing about something, probably something about La Vida Loca, but as soon as they all heard the noise from the door they stopped. Silence. Even from Sofi, something that he wanted from her for a long time, but this was an oppressive and tense silence. Bobby had grabbed Jack and pushed him behind them all.
There was more knocking on the door with another ring of the doorbell.
Well, ma taught him it was rude not to answer, so that’s exactly what he did.
From several feet away.
“ ‘m not buying whatever you’re selling.”
They had only a moment more of silence until they were ducking behind furniture and hallway walls as a hail of bullets ripped through their home. Bobby had immediately grabbed his youngest brother and started pushing him down to the floor, hoping to get him out of the way of the bullets.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bobby noticed that Angel had already grabbed their own weapons and tossed it to him. Deftly, he grabbed the gun. Once he was sure they could handle themselves, Angel moved towards the stairs. No doubt that he was stashed some ammo in his room.
After several moments that seemingly dragged on, he could hear his brother’s heavy footfall rushing down and a loud voice calls out to him,
“They’re coming in through the back man!”
“Fucking shit!”
Angel ran over to Sofi and was trying to calm her down enough to find better cover, further away from either entrance, and Bobby found himself doing the same thing with Jack. Sofi grabbed Jack and they both scrambled to the far end of the room. Surprisingly, but at the same time, not, Jerry had a gun in his hands with a look of determination. Bobby was proud, but found himself sad when he saw this. As much shit as he gave them all, he never wanted this life for his brothers. Jerry was married to a beautiful woman, a father of two amazing daughters and had roof over his head. He was supposed to be out of this life.
But Bobby was proud, proud that Jerry was determined to fight for the life he worked hard for.
Bobby motioned for Jerry to cover Sofi and Jack, Angel would cover the back door, and Bobby would cover the front.
It was easy, at first. Bobby was causing too much of a distraction for them to storm the front door. Angel was a big dude and was more than enough to hold his own against the men coming in from the back. If overwhelmed, Jerry had would pop off a shot, giving Angel an advantage to finish him. Soon enough, Bobby ran out of ammo, and had to resort to fist fighting and pistol whipping.
There were too many, Jerry was struggling to cover both Bobby and Angel. Angel was against one last man just as big as him, if not bigger. He was taking a beating and was having a hard time. Bobby downed two more, Jerry one. Bobby went to take a shot before he was stopped by a man calling out,
“Put it down or we’ll shoot them!”
Ice ran through his veins as Bobby turned and saw a man holding a gun against Jack’s temple. He could see the man holding a bruising grip on Jack’s arm.
“Put. It. Down.”
They lowered their weapons and the man, probably the brains of the outfit, let go of Jack and took a step away, but still hand the gun pointing at him. Just as they all put down their guns and raised their hands above their heads, something unexplainable happened.
Bobby watched as a motorcycle appeared behind the man and crashed right into him. Bobby had to dive out of the way or risk getting hit himself.
Everyone stopped. Extremely confused.
As the bike appeared, so did another figure. Bobby caught a glimpse of black leather and a black helmet as a man fell onto the floor and rolled a bit until he came to a stop. Bobby looked around for the leader, who hadn’t gotten back up. The stranger, however, was shaking his head and gingerly got to his feet.
One of the lackeys snapped out of his stupor, rushed the man, and punched him in the gut. The stranger fell to all fours. Apparently, not noticing the gun pointing at him, he had taken a moment to catch his breath and then reached up towards his helmet. With black leather gloves, the stranger had grabbed the helmet and pulled it off.
His was a familiar face, one that he was used to seeing with long brown hair and a guarded expression. When this stranger looked up, Bobby and the rest of the Mercer family were shown the face of their youngest brother. This man had short, strikingly blonde hair and bright blue eyes and he looked right into the face of the man pointing a gun in his face.
Not once did this stranger look at the weapon, only the man behind the machine. In a burst of movement, the stranger knocked aside the gun with his left arm, wrapping it around the gunner’s arm, and with a right fist, punched him square in the face. The stranger moved in closer, turned, and with both arms, threw the gunner over his shoulder and onto the ground. The man landed in a loud thud and they could all hear the breath escape his lungs. The stranger didn’t stop there. With a left hand still gripping tight on the gunner’s wrist, he jabbed downwards with his right and aimed right for the man’s throat. The man was left gasping for air, the stranger rushed around and sat on the gunner’s chest and with one last fist, punched him across the temple, finally knocking him unconscious.
This stranger in black leather and a familiar face noticed the situation and acted immediately. With his back to the nearest lackey, he grabbed the gun, spun around and threw the gun at him. The impromptu projectile hit at an alarming speed. He dashed towards the gunner and took advantage of his moment of distraction. The stranger ran forwards and with two hands, grabbed the man’s head and brought it down onto his knee. They could all see blood flowing from the man’s now broken nose.
Everything now seemed to come back into the moment. Bobby barreled into another man, knocking him to the ground and started to pummel his face. Jerry had tumbled to grab his temporarily forgotten weapon and was able to disable the man in front of him. Angel had managed to gain a second wind and finally strike down his opponent. The big man fell and didn’t get back up.
Soon enough, they were able to turn the tide and downed all the gunners and finally, all was quiet. They were all taking in huge gasps of air, feeling the withdrawal of adrenaline. Bobby finally looked to the stranger, who looked around until he saw his motorcycle and sighed unhappily. The bike, as it flew through the air, had caused a substantial amount of damage. As if he felt Bobby’s eyes on him, he looked around to Bobby, only barely.
“Sorry about your house. I’ll happily pay for any damages I might’ve caused.” The man spoke in broken breaths. As he spoke, he suddenly listed tiredly and fell against one of the living room walls.
Everyone took in a surprised gasp as the stranger pulled back his leather jacket to show a growing red stain on his shirt. From the stain was a protruding piece of jagged wood.
“Shit.”
It was a quiet word that fell as quickly as the man did.
The nearest person to the stranger was ironically cracker Jack. He just barely managed to catch the man as he fell.
Jack had the time to look at the face of the now unconscious man.
It looked exactly like him.