Neb: Vibrant was captured by Boom Boom for a lunch date, two mysterious boys follows behind him. I do not own X Men Evolution.

Ricky and Tabatha both exited the store grinning from ear to ear as she chugged her water and started crunching the ice. "Wow, that's spicy," she remarked and he just smiled.

"So, are we headed back to the Brotherhood house, or are we going on another joy ride," he chuckled.

"Don't get smart with me," she glared at him. "I'm thinking arcade next. What do you thing?"

"Arcade sounds fun," he smiled and they both stepped inside Lance's jeep. That was when a cylinder crashed through the window and started spraying gas into the car. Ricky and Tabatha started coughing as the gas filled the whole car. Then a white truck pulled right by them and pulled them inside it before taking off. Ricky's eyes were blurry, but he could here the voices of the attackers. They sounded like they were two, maybe three years younger than him... so around thirteen or fourteen years old.

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Vibrant woke up in a dark room with one light hanging over him. He saw that metal cuffs were holding his arms to two steel balls that were heavy enough to keep him seated in a wooden chair. "Tabatha? Tabatha? Boom Boom, where are you?"

"Your girlfriend is fine big bro." He looked around in the darkest corners of the room. He recognized the voice from the car, but more importantly his past.

"John?"

"He got it right," another boy laughed from within the shadows. Lights filled the whole room revealing two young boys, three grown men, and a young adult girl with brown hair. The two boys were twin red heads with freckles and hazel eyes. two of the grown men were black, one tall, the other short with a Mohawk and the last grown man was Asian. He was slim, probably Japanese, wore a green suit and had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a long black ponytail.

"John, Brandon, what are you guys doing here?"

Running the best band of thieves there ever was," one of them laughed. He was slimmer with longer hair, Ricky knew him as Brandon. The other one keeps his hair short and nice, but clearly works out more. Ricky knows him a John.

"Welcome back to the Whelan family bro," John Whelan grinned. "This base, with the people in it, are known as the Dashing Rogues Quarters, or DRQ."

"Not this again," Vibrant grunted. He remembered that both his second father and his third father used him to be their personal lock pick, but the difference was simple. The third father was sloppy, he didn't know how to rob anything and relied on Ricky the whole time. The second one however was a Crime Syndicate Lord known as the Serpent Wolf, or as his followers call him, Father Chimera. He was cold and ruthless giving him the serpent title, but the wolf part came from their Irish family name Whelan. Ricky was thirteen when he was introduced to the family business, and when his second father found out what he was, he was pretty much nothing more than a tool from then on.

"Don't be like that big bro, we just need you for one job, then we will leave you alone."

"Where is the old man?"

"Father Chimera isn't in charge of this group," John growled.

"We are," Brandon smiled. "The young wolves."

"Enough with the wolves thing, I don't care about the family name, in fact! My name is Ricky White now!"

"You tell them," a voice responded in the distance.

"Boom Boom, where are you," Vibrant yelled.

"Can't see, half afraid to use my powers," she replied. "I think I'm in a tight space area."

"Yup, your trapped so you can't use your explosives without hurting yourself," John grinned. "Bro, you know what's got you locked up." Ricky grunted remembering the first time he ever touched this metal as a kid. His objective was to break a lock that couldn't be broken at a secure, facility for his father. Unfortunately his own power shot right back through his body after he tried it once and never dared to go back to that place again.

"Vibranium, where did you get this stuff," Ricky growled.

"World war two museum," the girl responded with a Russian accent. "Buried under it."

Ricky grunted as he tried to focus his power on the wooden chair, but then his eyes wondered the room to the guns and knives the group was carrying.

"Bro, we'll let the girl go," Brandon reasoned. "We just need you for this one heist, we need to do this for you."

"For me, you knocked me out and dragged me here!"

"Because we know you associate us with the old man," John yelled. "If we walked up to you, would you not turn around and walk away!" Ricky flashed back to him walking away from his little sister, when they were reunited, it took a lot out of her just to get them to have dinner with each other. Maybe the twins were just being smart.

"We are offering you a chance brother," Brandon grinned. "A white haired man told us about your condition. Your body is fighting itself."

"Magneto," Vibrant growled. "He's using you. Why else would he work with human?! He'll sacrifice you like pawns!"

"Even so, his offer is unrefusable," Brandon interrupted him. "He said in the area you tried to break into all those years ago, there was a stone. "It evolved people with powers.

"No," Vibrant gawked.

"He said he once possessed an equivalent to that stone and it kept him from dying."

"That's impossible," Ricky growled.

"Bro, this is the only way to keep you going," John explained. "You can use your powers to their fullest with this stone, the white haired man said, The Gem of Cyttorak has an equal."