Author's note: this is another X-Men story, names aren't mentioned to leave the identity of the speaker in question so my loyal readers and try and pick which char they want it to be about

Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-Men, or any Marvel characters, or a car but that's not important to the story

MY DIARY

The Bayville Sirens were just the beginning. I liked that belonging, the danger, and pretty soon I was looking for a new gang to run with. To me, the X-Men weren't what I felt I needed, too many people. I wanted it smaller, more intament. Danger Cult found me, not the other way around.

I wasn't looking for anything that Tuesday, well maybe a little trouble. I'd gotten into another fight at the Institute, since I couldn't settle the score there, I took my anger, and fustration to the streets. I caught a bus uptown, to the West Side, just out of Bayville and it's stupid ideal setting. Some kid, maybe thirteen, had a knife at me before I'd even been there ten minutes. I flipped him so fast he didn't know what was happening. That's what got me noticed by Dark.

"Heya sweetness, saw whatcha did to Manny." I spun around, I'd never heard of Danger Cult and definally was sure I'd never seen this guy before. I didn't think twice before throwing him into a wall.

"No one calls me 'Sweetness'"I stated fulling intending to wall off and head home when Dark did something amazing. He got back up, blood on his full lips and his auburn hair messed up coverin his eyes. He looked me over.

"Got it," he stated tossing me a cocky smile and wiping the blood off his face.

"Whatcha want?" I asked nervously glaring at him. This was new to me, usually if I threw someone against a wall he wasn't supposed to be standing there smiling at me. In fact he usually wouldn't even be standing.

"To put is simply, you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, see my name's Dark, leader of Danger Cult. Ever heard of us?"

"Nope, you some lame rock band wanna bes?"

"Don't insult us Princess. We're only the toughest mutant gang this side of New York."

"Yeah right, then why haven't I heard of you, like on the news or something?"

"Ain't been caught. Usually some one else gets the credit for our work." I looked at Dark, really looked this time. He was scruffy, his hair a mess and his jeans torn at the knees, but there was something about him I couldn't turn away from.

"Mutant gang huh? Why me?"

"Cause I like your style, you ain't afraid of fighting, even when you don't know what you're up against. And yes Princess, I can tell you're a mutant, a pretty cute one at that." I did the most uncharactristic thing I could think of at his compliment, I blushed so brightly I'm sure my entire face was red.

"And if I did wanna join you?"

"Then you're in, the crew will love you, but it's up to you, no pressure."

"How about you give me a day, twenty-four hours to think this over?"

"Sounds reasonable, let me know you're answer Princess," he smiled at me again and then was gone. No bamf, no sulfer, no smoke, just vanished into thin air. I caught the bus home, my mind reeling. Was it possible he was serious, did he like me? Was I developing a crush? I knew I hadda make a choice, I could just live my normal life, just be content to be an X-Men, but still Dark's propsal hung over my head, causing me to double think all my actions the rest of the day,