Disclaimer: Consult your doctor prior to reading CoA; do not read CoA if you have consumed 3 or more alcoholic beverages. Do not read if you plan to sue me. The most common side effects of CoA is stomach bleeding and enjoyment.

A.p.R. - Hey, it's me, it's me! I'm glad you like the last chapter, my peeps. It's nice to have chinxy back and reviewing and alsolike to say a big thanks to my new reviewers. Now, for the bad news, I wont be able to update next week because I am in a play that is showing most of next week. Sorry.

Co-authored by - psychobunny410

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A look of shock came across Marc's face. He had just put it all together. "How'd they find me?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Who are ya talking 'bout, kid?"

"I…no one. Nothing, never mind." Marc replied, pressing a thumb to his right temple. "I need to go clear my head…I'll be back soon." he said walking off to the garage.

Kitty tilted her head to the left slightly. "Where are you going?"

"For a ride." he replied, deadpanned.

Logan knew he should stop him; Marc didn't have a license. However, he also knew Marc was responsible and sometimes he needed to clear his head. He could relate.

Marc looked around the garage for something he could drive. He settled on an older pickup truck that already had the keys in it and left the mansion. Even though he didn't have a license he still knew how to drive. "How did they find me…it's been so long?" he said. "What do they want with me now?" he asked himself. Although he knew the answer. They wanted revenge.

::Flashback::

A young man was digging in a dumpster behind a restaurant, presumably searching for some scraps to eat. The concrete behind him was dank, his clothes, slightly ripped and scraggly. He reached his arm in up to his elbow, trying to sort between the trash and something he could eat.

He heard a sound behind him and quickly turned around nervously. "Hello…who's there?" he said awaited for a response. When none came, he once again went back to looking for food.

A few moments later, he heard a low echoing chuckle. "Okay, who the Hell is there? I'm warning you, do not mess with me."

No one responded.

He turned back around to continue searching for scrap but fell backwards in fright as an eery silhouette appeared.

"You think you're hungry," The man said, stepping out the shadows. "I'm starving." he smirked, revealing his fangs. He was wearing all black and had his hair tied into a ponytail.

"You're a…you're…" he said, quickly getting to his feet and pointed his palms at the pale, fanged man. "I know how to use these…well, kinda…"

"You sounded so threatening with that side note." His black ponytail swayed as he laughed. "Gimme your best shot."

"You asked for it," he flexed his arms tighter a harder, his mind's soul concentration set on this. "Flame on……hold on, um…fire shoot at him…" Nothing happened.

The fanged man doubled over in laugher. "Flame on…hahaha, oh God you're hilarious…" he cackled, however, slowly regaining himself. "Well, all this laughter has given me an appetite." He lunged at him.

Just as he was about to get him a hand grabbed him before the feeding. "Legna, not eating prospects." A deep voice said then threw him to the side, effortlessly. "Sorry about that, Marc…he tends to get…hungry." Benny said.

Legna got up off the ground and held his rear, on which he landed. "What can I say? I'm a binge eater."

Marc was befuddled about the events that were taking place. All he wanted was some food, he hadn't eaten in a week and now this.

A beautiful young woman came out from behind some boxes and elbowed Legna in the stomach. "Ow…Marcia, what was that for?!" growled Legna.

"You ate my sandwich earlier." snapped Marcia, glaring at Legna with her intense green eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I DON'T EAT FOOD?" Legna protested. "It was probably Adelaide…"

A sharply dressed man walked over to Legna and Marcia. "Oh no, don't blame that on me."

"I ate the damn sandwich, okay?" Benny growled.

Marc raised a brow. "Um…who are you guys?"

"We're the toughest mutants in this state." Marcia explained.

Adelaide smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "We're feared."

Legna growled. "I'm still hungry."

Benny rolled his eyes. "We're The Gang."

Marc didn't say anything for a moment. "That's really…generic, Benji."

Benny pushed Marc, teasingly. "I told you never to call me that, man."

"Hey, you try to think of a better name." said Marcia.

"Yeah, it's not as easy as it sounds." Adelaide commented with a glare.

Marc nodded. "Well, you know that some gangs name themselves after their city?"

"Yeah, cuz we all know that nothing says 'Hey we're a group of bad ass mutants' like 'Glendale'." Marcia replied, smirking.

"Okay, back to the point, what do you guys want with me?" asked Marc.

Benny smiled. "Chill Marc, I'm your older cousin…I would let anything happen to you." he said. "We just want to offer you a chance to join us."

Marc shook his head. "Sorry…I don't think so. I'm fine with what I have now."

"Oh okay, I see…you're fine with eating out of filthy, roach infested, dumpsters? You don't mind living in these horrible ten buck hotels and the constant harassments of mutant haters?" Benny presented.

At this, Marc couldn't think of a comeback. It was all true, he knew he hated his life. After he found out that he "killed" his own father he pretty much had given up.

Benny got the idea that he was getting through so he pressed on. "And Halley…she's your legal guardian and yet she threw you out on the streets with almost nothing. Then she has the audacity to send a police search after you?"

Marc's expression grew distraught. He couldn't believe how bad his recent life sounded once it was summed up.

"Family doesn't do that to you, family helps you." continued Benny. "We can't give you a place to live, food, money, safety…what more could you want? So…what do you say?" he added, holding out his hand.

There was a short pause in silence while Marc thought over the proposition. "I say…" he looked at Benny, straight faced. "…family sticks together." he added and slapped hands with him.

"Looks like we got ourselves an new member." Benny said with a smile. "Now let's go hook you up with some grub."

That night, Benny fulfilled his promise and got Marc a great meal. Well it was only Jack in the Box but, to a person who hasn't had food in over two weeks, it was damn good. They also provided him with a shower by breaking into the local YMCA.

After they ate, they headed back to their hideout. It wasn't incredibly nice but it was much better then the places he's been as of late. The hideout was an abandoned warehouse, which was just as original as their name. It was a little drafty but it was clean and safe.

Benny and Adelaide were in the center of the large warehouse playing 500 with a nerfball. Legna was off to the side drinking blood out of a pack that said 'blood bank' on the label and Marc was relaxing on their couch, just brooding over things.

Marcia walked up behind him and sat on the side of the couch then, purposely, fell backwards so that she was resting her head on Marc's lap. She looked up at him with a smile. "You look kinda down."

Marc blushed a bit, maybe he didn't notice it in before in that dark alley but she was cute. "No…I'm just thinking…" he said, in a dark tone and she sat up next to him. "Just about all of this…"

"What do you mean?" she asked, flashing her green eyes.

"Well I don't even know you guys and you've all been so cool to me...I haven't had someone I could consider a friend in a long while."

She laughed, quietly. "First off, I'm Marcia Nady, nice to meet you…now power is possession." she smiled, leaned over to his ear, and whispered. "I'm a little naughty."

He chuckled nervously, blushing.

She giggled at his reaction and scooted over onto his lap. "That guy over there, Adelaide, he's the self proclaimed ladies man…never leave him with a room with chicks." she advised. "His power is pheromones…he could use them to get any girl he wanted."

"That's a pretty convenient power…I wouldn't mind having it for a day or two." Marc said.

Marcia pointed over at Legna. "That's Legna…what a stupid name, huh?" she asked. "Anyways, he's a…well, none of us are actually sure what he is. We can't figure out if it's his mutation or if he's just a real vampire."

"A real vampire? I'm glad I'm not one because then I'd have to miss out on all that decapitationy goodness…" Marc said, drawing a laugh out of Marcia.

"Wouldn't want that." she said, with a very miniscule chuckle. "And ast but not least, Benny. I know you know him."

"Yes, I most certainly do…but what is his power?" asked Marc, looking towards his six-foot-six; two hundred eighty pound; nineteen year old cousin.

"Oh him…he's kinda the boss. He can, like, stop a mutant's powers or…something like that…he also very, very, strong." she said, a little unsure of her answer.

"I got one more question for you, Marcia?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Why are you on my lap?"

"Because it's comfortable," she chuckled, making him blush even more. "You got a problem with that?…Good."

"Soo…what's it like possessing someone anyways?"

"Have you ever see 'Ghost'?"

"That one with Patrick Swayze?"

"Yeah."

"No."

"Good."

Marc laughed at that. "Okay, that was fun."

She gave him a little kiss on the lips.

Marc looked shocked by that and smiled. "That was funner."

"There's more where that came from…so what do you say to that? You wanna be my fire?" she asked with a smirk and kissed him again. He couldn't say a word and she laughed. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Wasn't my nervous stare and hanging jaw enough of an answer for you?" he replied.

Over the next few weeks, The Gang, along with Marc, continued on their little crime spree. They really didn't do anything major, just enough to get some notice from the authorities.

At first Marc was hesitant about becoming a criminal, they talked him into it eventually. He really had nothing to lose at this point so he figured, why not?

Then, after one 'job' Benny called a meeting. "We got something big…and we're all gonna have to do it perfectly or else we're freakin' screwed!"

Marc sat back in a chair, carelessly. "So? What else is new…?" he said with a smirk.

Benny walked over and picked him up in is chair. "You've been getting way too cocky, Cus."

"Chill…I was just saying that, as usual, if we make one mistake, we're screwed."

"Okay, okay…now, we need to get this to perfection." Benny stated, clear and firm. "This is going to get us out of this hell hole and we'll be livin' in a mansion in Cally."

Adelaide raised a brow. "Big job?"

"Biggest we've ever had…there's this small loans business down by 35th and Northern, their main office is where the money is kept…that's down the street from there."

"We're going for a quick grab-and-go…?" Legna asked.

"No," replied Benny, "we're going for it all - every last cent in that vault…"

They all were taken back by this.

"That's right, if we get this we'll be set for life." he added. Everyone smiled, happily at this thought but he interrupted their delight, "But if we fail…we'll be in jail for thirty plus years…got that?"

They all nodded. "Good…okay, so here's the plan."

Marc's mind wandered for the next few minutes, who could blame him though, he was going to be rich. He knew that as soon as they got that money that Marcia would be wanting to go on a vacation with him.

Sure, she may not have been a perfect girl but he brought out a different side of her. A kinder side. When no one opened up to him she did and he did the same for her. They were in love, simply put.

"Got that Marc?" demanded Benny.

Marc blinked a few times as he snapped out of it. "Huh…oh-- yeah…" he fibbed.

"Dammit, pay attention!" Adelaide sparked, not wanting to hear the whole plan over again.

Benny sighed, heavily. "You have a very important part in this…you need to take care of the guard."

Marc smirked. "What do you want? A distraction or, my personal favorite, hit him until he's out?"

"No, too risky…" he said, turning away. He appeared

to be looking for something.

Marc raised a brow. "What do you have in mind?"

"Ah, here it is," he said and tossed Marc a gun. "You know what to do, right?"

Marc went pale, he understood alright. He understood perfectly.

::End Flashback::

Marc snapped out of his trance and looked around. He found himself on an almost deserted road with trees surrounding him. Something didn't feel right though. He stepped on the brakes and nothing happened, he pressed on the brakes again to the same effect. "…shit…"

Suddenly someone quickly ran across the street in front of the truck. Marc panicked and swerved so that he wouldn't hit the person and his tire blew.

The side of the truck was scraping against the dirty asphalt road creating sparks. Marc tried to straighten the wheel but it was too late; the truck flipped as it hit the rail and rolled several times before it's cab hit a tree trunk.

Marc had been ejected through the windshield and was now lying unconscious, scraped up and bloody on the forest floor.

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