"Jack, I'm scared."
"Me too, Sam. Me too."
Jack whispered, huddled in a tiny, shitty motel room with his younger brother, Sam. Sam was only 12 years old and Jack was 15. The only light in the room radiated from the laptop sitting on Jack's lap. He was trying to erase his brother and himself from existence but it was taking longer than expected. The Mafia would know that they weren't dead in a matter of weeks and then they were royally fucked.
"Jack, are we going to be okay?"
Jack stayed silent. He had lied to his younger brother enough. He deserved to know.
"I'm not sure, Sam. If we don't disappear soon then we might be in a lot of danger. But don't worry, I won't stop until we don't exist to the Mafia. Or the world. We can start over, we'll find ma and pa and we'll be a normal, happy family again, okay? We are going to be okay. I know what I'm doing."
Sam nodded and hugged his legs to his chest and sighed. Guilt slapped Jack in the face. If he had left Sam, he'd have died. Along with their parents. Why did he feel guilty for taking him and basically saving him? But how could Jack tell Sam that they had no one and nothing, not even their parents? That they were as good as dead? He couldn't, but he had to. Soon. But just not today.
Jack finished the final line of code and looked up, becoming painfully aware of his neck. He rubbed it and looked out of the window. It was early. Maybe dawn. Perhaps a little later. He was so tired but sleep wasn't an option. They were in too much danger. Any minute now someone could RAM into the door and it would fall off its rusty hinges and they'd be shot. Or stabbed. Or whatever the Mafia would use to destroy him and Sam. Jack knew he shouldn't, but he cursed his father for making that stupid bet. If he hadn't gambled their life savings away, they wouldn't be in so much shit. If he had stopped arguing with the leader of the fucking Mafia over money, their family would still be relatively normal. Then again, they never were normal.
Jack's mother was a waitress, an honest woman who worked an honest job. She loved her family and was a wonderful mother. Jack's father was also a good person, besides the drinking and gambling. He worked his farm and took good care of his sons and wife. He just mixed with the wrong people, made some wrong choices and said some wrong things. But he didn't deserve to die. Not to Jack. Every Saint sins.
His family were completely accepting Jack's sexuality and didn't mind at all, just so long he didn't fuck everyone.
Bang
Someone was slamming on the door. Sam jumped and ran towards Jack who closed the computer and stood in front of Sam, to protect him.
Bang
Another hit and the weak door would fall right off its hinges.
"Oy! They're just kids! Let me talk to them." a voice called. Jack stepped towards the door and placed his ear on its cheap synthetic wood.
"Hey, kids, are you okay? How many of you are there?"
"J-just me and my younger brother, Sam."
Silence. Then the voice spoke again.
"My name's Officer Felix Kjellberg. I need your name."
Jack pondered over the question. The man seemed friendly but his brother was here and he wasn't about to take that chance.
"Jack."
Again there was silence as the man wrote something down.
"How old are you?
"Fifteen. My brother's twelve."
Outside the door Felix was shocked. This kid, who wasn't even 16, had hacked into the LAPD computer system and changed his file.
"You're Jack McLoughlin, aren't you?"
Jack nodded but then remembered Officer Kjellberg couldn't see him.
"Uh, yeah. How did you know?"
"We watched you control my computer. Son, I'm head of LAPD and I have an extremely high-security computer. How did you break in, let alone find and change your files?"
"Coding. Your computer's code was complicated, but it followed a common rule. I just had to follow that rule and I could manipulate files." Jack explained, as if it was simple education. Felix was extremly shocked, and impressed.
"How do you know all that? Where did you learn all of it?"
"It just comes to me. I just understand it easily and make connections."
Felix raised his eyebrows but then decided to get them out of there.
"Why did you change your files, son? You've got no criminal records, and you're not wanted anywhere. Why'd you change your name, age and nationality?"
Jack sighed.
"Because my father made a bet to the Mafia and now they're dead and we're next."
"Who are 'they'?"
"My parents." Jack answered, realizing he had been quite vague.
"And who are 'we'?"
"My younger brother Sam and me."
Felix continued gathering information about the boys and eventually Jack was comfortable enough to open the door.
Whilst driving to the police station for protection, a black car rammed into the police car. They swerved off and hit another black car, which drove off with the first one. Jack woke up in hospital, badly injured.
"Jack?!" Felix called. He had a bandaged head and leg but other than that he was okay, mostly.
"Where's S-"
"Sam?" Felix asked, a sad look in his eyes. Jack nodded, his head hurting too much to talk.
"Jack, Sam is dead. He died from injuries to his skull and kidneys."
Jack stared blankly at Felix before bursting out in tears. The worst thing was the last thing has said to Sam was;
"We're going to be okay now, Sam. We're safe. You're safe."
Jack thought of something he had told himself earlier;
'He had lied to his younger brother enough. He deserved to know.'
He couldn't even keep a basic promise. That was what hurt the most.
A/N
Wow, I'm updating. Currently, I'm in Scotland and the wifi is shit so this will be updated when I get wifi. Which, I hope, will be soon. Anyway, this was 1035 words long. I'm pretty happy! Anyway, gotta write Mark's past.
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