Ah, I live! And I bring you the chapter I promised. More action this time.

And shame on you people. Not too many Mark Wahlberg fans if you did not catch the name. McCall is the last name of his character in the movie Fear. He was a seriously freaky S.O.B in that film. I own nothing.

"Pass the frickin' puck!" Bobby yelled as he sent the guy blocking him into a parked car. He did not wait to see the damage of his hit as he skated forward, taking the puck toward the cans which stood for the goal. This was the best part of life to Bobby, the freedom and the release that he had whenever playing hockey.

One of the neighborhood kids swore, hauling up his buddy, "That was a cheap shot you ass!"

"That's a fair blow," one of Bobby's team rolled up, shoving the one who had said it. It was not long till fists started flying, and the street hockey game was replaced with a full out brawl. It did not take long for Bobby to find his way into the thralls of the fight. His blood sung with adrenaline as he struck out at the first face he could find.

It had been a month since Bobby had come to live with Evelyn, though it seemed longer to him. Bobby had to admit that this was one of the strangest homes he had been in over the past twelve years. It was not that it was bad, the opposite it was the most homely house he had seen. And it made him highly uncomfortable.

He felt out of place with Evelyn; she was a saint, pure and simple. Evelyn was very loving; she made sure he had everything he needed. Not that she was a pushover though, that woman could read his mind. Nothing Bobby did would go unnoticed by Evelyn.

But then she did nothing half the time. She did not yell, scold or even talk about whatever she found on him. No, she shook her head and went on to another topic, all the time with a hurt look that made the boy feel an inch tall. Though she had let him have it for the weed Bobby had hidden in his drawer.

"So Bobby," Theo Green turned his head as the team walked down the street, kids disappearing around corners as they made their way home. "What school you going to?"

"Who cares," Bobby shrugged. He really did not plan to be here long enough for it to matter.

"HD 119 has an awesome hockey team," Green said, trying to sound unconcerned.

A boy behind them scoffed, "Yeah right Green, you just don't wanna play against him," the boy snickered as he veered across the road. Green threw a few choice words after the child before turning onto his own block along with the last stragglers.

Bobby hefted his battered old skates into a better position on his shoulder. Keeping a watchful eye ahead of him, he strides confidently down the empty sidewalk. The boy was in his environment, even in this suburban area. Growing up in or close to the city had taught him to keep his eyes and ears open for attackers. No one got the jump on Bobby, and if they did it was not for long.

So when he caught the sound of someone attempting to sneak behind him, Bobby had his smuggest look when he turned quickly, bringing his hockey stick down hard into a man who was prepared to strike the boy. Skates and stick fell to the hard pavement as Bobby stood, ready to take offense. The predatory gleam in the boy's eye made the man on the ground shuffle backward slightly.

"Not to smart, jumping a kid half a block from home." A smirk spread across his face, "People will think this a shitty neighborhood."

Two more people had materialized from between the parked cars lining the street, while another three had slunk in behind the teen. Bobby shifted his hand slightly, so that it was within easy reach of the switch blade hidden in his pocket.

"I've heard of you, McCall." An older man, around his thirties moved between the two thugs in front of Bobby. Bobby knew this guy, Cain something or other. Nothing but a low level idiot who terrorized the suburban parts of Detroit, he was barely worth noticing. Cain smirked as he said, "They say that you're some kinda monster. I heard you put Tony Keeves in the hospital for half a year."

"Just some friendly chatting really," Bobby put on a dashing smile which did not reach his eyes.

This display seemed to please the ringleader. "Cheeky too, just like they said. I like that."

Bobby sized the man up, "I don't swing that way, sorry to disappoint."

"Well, I'm gonna offer you a job kid," the leader smiled, showing off tobacco stained teeth. "Get into the big leagues."

Bobby did not respond, keeping his stony gaze on the man in front of him. He held back the smirk as he saw the grown man squirm slightly. A backfire sounded through the street, making the gang tense. The boy had not moved a muscle, never breaking eye contact.

"Think it over McCall."

Bobby lay scrawled across the couch when Evelyn returned from a day of work. He glanced up from the hokey game, nodding at the older woman. A strange feeling passed though his stomach when Evelyn gave him a smile and a quick pat on the head as she made her way to the kitchen.

"How was your day Bobby?" she called as she started pulling out ingredients for dinner.

"Meh, played hockey."

"That sounds fun," the smile was evident in her tone, "Seems we both had rather productive days. I was able to place three girls in good, permanent homes, got two out of bad ones."

A jab of jealousy flashed threw him, hearing the warm affection in the woman's voice. He quickly pushed it away; it was stupid to feel jealous when he would be gone any day now.

"Those skates are looking a bit worn out," Evelyn continued without noticing Bobby's silence. "Would you like a new pair?"

Bobby held back the surprised 'why' which had jumped into his mouth and instead said, "Naw, I'll get another pair when these ones fall apart."

"Of course, go wash up for dinner."

The next day was far too slow for Bobby. He had not been able to get a pickup game going, not surprising with a sudden heat wave hitting Detroit. Most of the street kids had found their way to the local pools, or had found somewhere with air-conditioning to loiter around. This left Bobby on his own to stalk the streets, his mood growing darker as the heat bore into him. He hated this hot weather, it got into him and made the world suck more than normal.

"So what about my offer McCall?" Bobby turned to find Cain and his cronies standing in an alley.

"Go to hell," the boy muttered, in no mood to deal with these idiots. "If I'm gonna do shit in this town, I do it myself. No one tells me what to do."

One of the cronies leered at the boy, "Maybe if we pay a visit to that pretty little lady who's watching you, you would reconsider."

Bobby saw red. He had not felt himself moving, but he found himself in the midst of the group, fighting like a demon out of hell. He had caught the group in surprise, allowing him to take down a few of them before they started fighting back.

Bobby had caught a few nasty blows to the ribs before he had managed to catch Cain in the face. Blood gushed from the ring leader's nose; he had broken it with one hit. Even in his frenzied state, he felt pretty good about the feat.

"You'll pay for that," Cain muttered as he rapidly moved out of the alley, taking those still able to move quickly.

Bobby stood there, watching them run. He would have to deal with that quickly, those types would continue thinking they could control anyone. But now, he had to get back to Evelyn's house for dinner.

Evelyn was already in the kitchen when he returned.

"Bobby, would you mind going to the corner store and getting me some sugar? I need it for dessert." Evelyn asked the boy as she moved to the door, grabbing her bag off a table near it. She pulled out a few bills as she glanced over at Bobby.

"Sure," Bobby sighed as he hauled himself off the couch. Then he stopped, "Why? Never had dessert before."

Evelyn smirked, "We are having cake." It grew into a full smile at his confusion, "Birthday cake." She patted him on the shoulder, "Go on now, I have a surprise for you when you get back."

With one last suspicious look, Bobby headed out the door and down the street. He could not help but feel that something was off as he walked. The street was too quite, but he could feel eyes on his back. One of the local undercover cop cars was slowly pulling up behind him, but he paid it little mind. After all, he had not done anything to worry about.

A few feet before the store, Bobby saw a rubber ball roll out onto the pavement. A small pink streak went zipping after the ball, not noticing the car moving toward the area. Bobby, without thinking, moved quickly to grab the little girl before she ran out in front of the car.

The boy had enough time to see the ball explode under the car's tire before rough hands grabbed him from behind, forcing him against the cold metal of the undercover car, "Trying to attack little kids? Did you see that Davis? He tried to throw that kid in front of the car."

"Yeah," Davis said, smirking at the boy.

"What the hell? That's bull!" Bobby felt his hands clench, wishing to show these bastards who they were messing with. He could already feel his ribs screaming against the rough movements.

"Mr. Cain sends his regard kid," the cops laughed at him as they pushed him into the back of the car roughly. "Should have taken his offer kid, now we will make your life a living hell."

"Get off me!" Bobby growled, trying to get a hit in on the cop. The cuffs restricted him too much to get any good moves.

A stiff blow to the back of his head made him see stars, "Shut the hell up you lil' bitch. You think you can pull this shit on my streets and get away with it?"

"Your wife seemed to enjoy my shit." Bobby was rewarded with a fist in his jaw.

The cop pushed him forward into one of the holding cells, slamming the door shut behind the boy. Sending a venomous smirk at the boy, the officer left. Bobby shrugged as he made himself comfortable. Home sweet home, he chuckled.

Angry voices drew his attention to the doorway leading out. Bobby caught a glimpse of golden hair before he could hear what was going on.

"And you did not think to call me, his guardian?" Bobby blinked; he had never heard Evelyn pissed before. He could not see her face, but her words spoke volumes.

"This is serious Ms. Mercer. He is being charged with assault, attempted murder-"

"You will stop right there sir," the steel in Evelyn's voice could have sank a ship to the bottom of Lake Michigan. "I know Bobby and I can say that he did not do this."

"We have witnesses Ms. Mercer, and with his record-"

"Bull-shit," she cut him off, "I know that Bobby was not attacking children. This is a false charge. And I know you have no evidence, so you will either have to release him or I will have a lawyer down here so fast you won't know what hit you."

Bobby stared at the little woman; no one had ever done that for him. Stood up and stated his innocence, even the few times when he had not caused the trouble. And right then, she was the fiercest woman he had ever seen.

The cop grumbled, but complied. He swung the door open, allowing Bobby out. One dirty look was the only reply that Bobby had expected and got, leaving the two to make their own way out of the cell block.

Evelyn stood for a moment, looking over Bobby's injuries, "Well, I would seem to be an exiting day."

A twinkle came to Bobby's eye as he smiled tautly, feeling the bruised jaw throb, "Yeah, gotta love it."

Laughter filled the air as they stepped out of the police station. The two moved to Evelyn's car before she turned to the boy, "Since this mess happened before you came home, I never got to give you your birthday presents."

"Presents?" God, this woman is impossible to predict, Bobby thought as he watched her open the trunk.

A large party bag was handed to the boy, "Here."

Curious, Bobby reached into the bag. In his hands was a pair of brand new roller blades, slightly bigger then he needed. Bobby loved them instantly, but something else had caught his eye. An envelope sat at the bottom of the bag. Glancing at Evelyn for some hint of what this was, Bobby pulled it out and looked over the papers inside.

Adoption papers, she had placed his adoption papers in the envelope.

If someone had asked Bobby later, he would strenuously deny that he had grabbed Evelyn in a hug, the skates forgotten on the ground.

A few weeks later, Cain had walked into an abandoned house he used for a base of operation. He kicked at some debris, he had tried to get to that McCall kid and still there was nothing. Bobby had evaded the two cops he had on payroll, and any men he sent ended up in the hospital.

"Some people," An amused voice called from inside the main room, "Just too stupid."

Cain was knocked into a chair too quickly for him to react. His hands were bound to the chair with tape. There, before him, stood the McCall kid.

And a gas can.

"McCall, you are making a big mistake."

Bobby grinned, sending shivers down Cain's spine, "Mercer. I'm Bobby Mercer now, and it's about time you learn who the hell you're messin with."

Jerry is a coming. As soon as I decide what is wrong with him that he needed to end up at Evelyn's.