I'm back!... again! To bring you the next chapter of Ignorange Breeds Fear ^_^

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Warnings: This chapter does contain some sensitive material, but mind you there is nothing explicit. There is minor talk about drugs and drug use, so if anyone is uncomfortable with that then I would not recomend reading this story :) But Bobby is coming closer to finding his little brother this chapter ^_^

Enjoy:

It was a light tapping to his face that brought him back to consciousness.

Everything around him swam as if he was riding on a tilt-a-whirl not to mention fuzzy as if he was submersed in water. "Mm," he moaned softly.

Pain seemed to fill every edge of his senses as well, every nerve-ending waking to cause such a devastating throb he wasn't even sure he wanted to be alive let alone awake. He just wanted to fall back into the darkness where no one could hurt him, some place where his brothers could still protect him from the monsters that he was sure lurked beneath his bed.

A tan blob hovered mere inches above his face and for life of him he couldn't focus enough to know who it was and he wasn't even sure he cared. Didn't they understand he just wanted to sleep? He shut his tired eyes and tried drifting back into the pool of unconsciousness but those attempts went to no avail because it seemed the figure that had brought him back to the land of the living was set on keeping him awake.

"Jacky," the voice murmured softly, almost seductively.

Jack Mercer heard the nickname his brothers called him regularly and he managed to pull himself away from the comforting sea of darkness. "B'bby?" he slurred helplessly.

There was a deep chuckle above him and a light patting to his face. "It's me, Damien."

Suddenly a thousand memories hit the young man full force. Images of Damien on top of him, his friends beating him, the drugs, and his kidnapping… it was all there. The nightmare had yet to cease he was still here, being held captive by this psychotic boy.

Jack whimpered and tried to pull away from the figure above him, his vision beginning to clear and he could see Damien's grinning face above him. "Please," Jack managed to force out, sounding like he was making a plea to save his life.

Damien frowned and shook his head slightly, loving that he'd conquered this boy, that he'd made him his. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that baby, because from the way you were moaning, I know that you did."

Nausea crept into his senses as his entire body began to awaken from its drug induced slumber. Damien had… raped him? Jack was sure he was going to be ill. The bile was making its way up his esophagus and he couldn't hold it back, it all came spewing from his mouth and covered both himself and Damien.

"Ew. Fuck," Damien hollered, jumping back as the hot vomit sprayed him. "Jesus kid. I didn't give you that much of the good stuff," Damien bitched, taking Jack's vomiting as a sign he'd given too much of the drugs and not from the young boys revulsion at being violated.

Jack had never felt so dirty in his entire life. He hadn't gone through anything like this since he was still living with his parents, who never really cared or took notice when some of there friends would sneak into Jack's room at night and hurt him that way.

He was humiliated. He never wanted to die so badly in his entire life… to slip off into the ether where nothing existed, nothing mattered.

"Matt!" Damien called out to one of his friends.

A tall, skinny, brown haired kid appeared in the doorway. His eyes trailed over to the mess on the bed and the smell hit his nose soon after. "Oh fuck, the kid blew chunks everywhere? Haha, I guess he really is still a newb with drugs Dame."

"Shut the hell up Matt," Damien ordered. The older boy turned his eyes back to Jack taking in the boys pale features and vomit splattered body. "We need to clean this mess up. Go start a bath."

The kid nodded and retreated.

Jack's mind wandered during this time, his body unable to shake the drugs that still floated in his system. Whatever he'd been given, it was strong. It wasn't until a hand snaked its way behind his neck did he zone back to the present, back to this horrible nightmare.

He was confused as he was hoisted into a sitting position and his eyes flittered around the small room he occupied at the moment. Everything seemed to meld into one giant multicolored blob. His body tilted slightly, and he began to fall sideways only to be caught by his captor.

"Whoa there Jacky."

He merely grunted in response, finding it impossible to hold his head up and letting it roll until he was staring directly up at the ceiling.

Jack was startled to feel his arms drop to the bed as he was released from the handcuffs. He didn't have much time to contemplate what was going on before hands looped themselves around his armpits, and hands around his ankles. He struggled for a moment, not knowing what was going on and trying to fight the intruders off, but he was weak and his tiny struggles went unnoticed.

"Stop," Jack whimpered. He closed his eyes trying to ignore the swirling scenery as he passed by; he realized that he felt like he was going to be sick again. He moaned, the sound making his chest reverberate.

"Shh," Damien whispered next to Jack's ear as he helped Matt haul the limp boy towards the bathroom. "Don't worry Jacky; after we get you cleaned up we'll get some more of the good stuff for you. It'll take the edge off."

The young Mercer sobbed softly, he didn't want any more drugs.

As they entered the room, Jack didn't have enough time to shield his eyes against the fluorescent lights above him as the incredible brightness slammed into his sensitive eyes. He vomited again. The wet splat sounded out as the liquid splattered against the tile floor.

Jack could hear the tall boy laugh and then Damien promptly telling him that he could laugh all he wanted because he was going to clean it up. A curse soon followed by the other boy but Jack was way beyond caring, everything was fuzzy, too fuzzy.

The water was warm, but shocking as he hit it. It ran over his body and his drugged mind thought it was going to swallow him whole. He couldn't manage to keep his head above the water, and he slid in it, unwillingly taking in a lungful of water as he went.

Jack spluttered as he was dragged back to the surface, forcing the water from his lungs. The sudden loss and regaining of air seemed clear his mind a bit.

Damien was laughing at the sight of Jack's hair, matted down to his skull. He patted the boys' head saying, "That was a close one Jacky. No point in cleaning you up if you're just going to drown." The older boy looked over to Matt who was on his hands and knees pushing a towel through the mess Jack had made.

Jack found himself sitting in the tub very awkwardly, limbs too heavy to move into a more comfortable position from the tangled mess they were in at the moment. His eyes trailed down to his legs… his bare legs. He realized his pants were gone and was surprised he hadn't noticed before. All he was left with were his black boxers that rested precariously low on his hips.

The bruises, swollen skin, and cuts didn't go unnoticed either. They stood out starkly against his pale skin. His body looked similar to a blank canvas for the bright multicolored splotches where he'd been hit. They showed brightly, as if they'd been painted on his skin.

It was a wonder why his body didn't ache worse, why it didn't burst into flame against the onslaught of pain that rippled through his veins like the drugs that were pumping away in them.

Jack could hear someone talking to him, realizing it was Damien who soon thereafter disappeared from the bright room. Not more than ten minutes had passed when Damien reentered the room and Jack was being hauled out of the bath and set down on the cold tile floor. His body shivered violently until a towel was wrapped around his shoulders. It felt like his limbs weighed a million pounds and he soon found himself on his side, head resting against the cool tiles.

"Looky here Jack," Damien said, grinning like an idiot. He waved the shiny needle in Jack's face, not noticing the grimace the boy gave back to him. "Now this," he waved with his free hand to the needle, "is the good stuff."

Jack couldn't remember a time that he wanted to die more than he wanted to now.

Bobby rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the stubble that he'd forgotten to shave that day.

Now he was worried, and it took all of his energy to not let that weakness show. He was a Mercer after all and they had a reputation to uphold, he had a reputation to uphold. But ever since his sprightly baby brother had entered their lives all those years ago, his emotions had become much harder to conceal.

The little shit was still missing and the nagging feeling in his gut coupled with the intuition he'd gained from years on the rough streets lead him to believe that something was wrong with his little brother. Something very wrong.

"So you're telling me you haven't seen him all day?"

The young girl he'd been talking to since he'd got to the school shook her head, frowning as she did so. "I'm sorry Bobby." She craned her neck to the side and looked down the hall at all of the buzzing students thinking she might catch a glimpse of the missing boy. "Maybe he's with Zack, they sometimes skip together to go smoke behind the bleachers."

Bobby recognized the name. It was the kid he'd been itching to have a little chat with since he'd gotten home, the kid that had helped Jack get into all of this mess.

"Is he here at the school?"

The girl shrugged and then wrinkled her brow as if she was thinking about it. "You know, I haven't seen him either today so it makes sense that those two are both missing. I mean they are practically joined at the hip…"

"Shut up for a second," Bobby interrupted. He'd forgotten how girls could run their mouths if they had the opportunity. "Do they have a hang out or anything?"

The girl nodded slowly. "Yeah, but they go to tons of places… I mean, really Bobby, there are so many…"

"Jennifer, shut up and tell me where they could be."

The girl scowled at him. "My name is Jessica."

Bobby clenched his jaw and bit back a crude retort. "I'm sorry. Jessica. Now if you don't quickly tell me where they could have gone, I'm going to have to break your boyfriends jaw over there," Bobby threatened, motioning to the boy that was leaning against the lockers not too far away with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lip.

The girl sighed. "Jack was right; you really are an overprotective drama queen."

Jessica pulled a blank sheet of paper from her notebook and quickly jotted down direction to the places she knew Jack and Zack frequented. "Here," she held out the piece of paper to him.

"Thank you."

She smiled and waved him off. "I'm sure he's fine Bobby, we all skip classes from time to time."

Bobby nodded at her and began walking down the hallway; he needed to find a phone. His legs moved quickly as he looked for an office to barge in and use their phone, he was going to need to enlist his two other brothers if they were going to find Jack quickly.

Soon, he came upon a door that read, 'Counseling Center'. He pushed open the door and stepped inside ignoring the surprised looks he got from both the students and secretaries. "Do you have a phone I could use ma'am?"

The woman smiled and nodded, pointing to a phone that hung on the wall next to the door. "Be my guest hon."

Bobby went to it and tapped the familiar keys, listening as it rang.

"Allo?" Angel's voice asked casually.

"Is Jeremiah with you?"

"Bobby?"

"Is Jeremiah with you?" Bobby repeated.

"Yeah, why?" there was a brief pause. "What did the little fairy do now?"

Bobby sighed, lifting a hand to his temple and pressing it against the pressure that was building up there. "He's missing."

Angel laughed. "Just because he's not at school doesn't mean he's missing, man. He's probably getting high with some of his pothead friends; he'll turn up eventually Bobby."

Bobby was about to reply when he heard sounds of a scuffle on the other end of the phone and light cursing followed.

"Bobby? What's wrong with Jack?" Jeremiah's voice asked anxiously.

"He's not here at school and none of his little band freaks have seen him either. I'm going to track his ass down, but I'm going to need you guys to watch my back," Bobby explained.

There was a pause and a sigh. "I'll call Camille and tell her I can't make it tonight. But I get first dibs on beating the kids' ass when we find him. I'll see you in a few Bobby."

Bobby chuckled and hung up the phone. He couldn't shake the bad feeling he was getting, but as long as all three older Mercers were looking, Jack would soon be found and he'd owe them one hell of an explanation.

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