People I started to write this story while under the influence so yeah I know her name is a bit gay and all but I already had the 'Punk' as her name I could change it but only if you guys really want me to. Give me ideas for her name and I will change it if I like the other name otherwise it will stay as 'Punk' HER NAME HAS BEEN CHANGED! IT IS NOW RAIN. On another note the lullaby that is written is MINE. Not the possessive mine but my ex-boyfriend had written if for me when I did a really stupid thing then broke down in his arms. But it seems like a good lullaby for her. And I think that having a dead sister suits Marco. Marco's sister was older just incase you didn't guess it. And he had pregnant girlfriend but she was very ill and died of pneumonia while carrying their unborn child. He was really looking forward to being a father when he got the news. You'll find out whom he is in a bit. And this is 1994+. Almost every one will forever look stuck in 1987, almost.

The teen knew she was going to die when they got on. She must have otherwise why would she hide it so hard then risk the child's name after. It. What was it? Male? Female? Undecided? The regret and kindness that momentarily flashed in David's eyes told the boys he didn't want it dead, on the contrary he wanted it very much alive.

To be truthful he was proud of his boys, sort of. He was proud that they would risk standing up to him for an infant no older than several months, but they didn't know how to take care of it. 'It, we will fix that right now.' "Marco hand it over to me." he said, his air was still threatening. Too threatening for Marco's liking. "Marco." This time he used his threatening air to let them all know he was serious. "Give it to me." His voice never changed pitch.

Marco hesitantly gave the child to his master. "We will all hate you hurt...Oh, you just checking the sex I got it now." The curly haired boy understood some of the tension rolling off David was from fear of how to raise it. "So you'll let us keep it?"

"Her." was all the now terrified David said. The boy looked at him as if he was insane. "Our new sister." He mouthed, unable to form words. It took them a little while to under stand what he mouthed.

Well until Marco, who was handed back their now sleeping sister, hollered with joy "Hell yeah I'm a brother again!" For he lost his sister the day he came to Santa Carla when a drunken ass hole hit her dead on with a suv. "Whoo hoo!" As soon as he closed his mouth he realized the package in his arm was asleep. This was noted too late, she woke up looked at him as he looked in horror at her. the only question in his mind was 'what had he done?' He didn't know how to put her to sleep if she stated to cry.

Now in full panic he looked to Dwayne and David. Not noticing Paul shaking his head in disappointment. Marco guessed those two would know something and assumed Paul would know nothing. When they shook their heads he started to shake. To all of their surprise when the child's lip started to quiver the junkie took her from Marco's arms and started to hum a lullaby' then, in a deep bass voice no one knew he had, he sung;

"Hush my child,

My one and only true love.

I've written you a lullaby,

So don't you cry.

This is for only your ears to know,

For my ears to know.

It's our lullaby,

No one else's.

All alone with those tears,

I'll show up and make them disappear.

So hush my little child,

My one and only true love."

he repeated those verses over and over till she went back into a slumber. The junkie vampire cradled her more gently then he cradled his drugs. When he looked up and saw the shock on the boy's faces he said "My girlfriend, before I came here, was pregnant and I had written that before they died." Was all he said.

When Marco went to take the girl from Paul David stopped him and said "You need two hands for your job." Only then did the three other boys remember where they were. "Finish going threw everything then you and Dwayne get rid of the bus. Paul take her to the cave, be very careful don't let anyone see you and if they do give them no reason to think you got her. if the frogs find her they will kill her. I'm going to check out the Emerson house. hopefully they have left Santa Carla, at least till their house is fixed." They got right to work.

"Wait, David!" it was Paul. "What do we call her?"

"Her name is Rain." Once his back was to Paul, our junkie smiled at the child fondly before he left with the utmost caution. As he got closer to Santa Carla his body tensed. Instead of going threw the city, as they normally would, he went around it for extra caution. As he arrived at the other end of town he saw a lone passer-by. he stopped and walked over to him, Rain was such a tiny babe; so tiny in-fact that with his coat zipped up the child was safe, warm, and un-noticeable.

"Sir," Paul started then got a bit nervous when the older man looked at him hard. "Would you mind telling me today's date? I haven't got any way of knowing."

"June thirteenth nineteen-ninety-four" Paul mumbled a thank you and walked back to his motorcycle. 'Seven god damned years! Seven fucking years have passed and they are being brought back. How?' his head was resting on his handle bars and he was so far in thought that he didn't hear the gang coming up on him until they were too close for comfort.

"Yo, Mullet Head!" when Paul looked at them he noticed the Surf Nazi logo things. "This is our turf. one warning is all you get. Got it? Good now leave." Paul had nodded to them and started up his bike. Once he heard the purr of his engine his bike flew off down the road.

As he drove to the bluff he heard the boys following him. Quickly he turned off the road into the wood, his face was as somber as it was the day he heard Punk, his dead girlfriend, and their unborn child had died. He was afraid of awakening the child. All the same he drove, nearing the edge of the forest he felt the child shift so he went deeper in. He was afraid she would start crying, but to his surprise he felt Rain giggling as if this was the most fun she could ever have. And a smirk formed on his face, he should have some 'fun' with the boys. But he wouldn't.