[ WP ] The criminals from Home Alone are released from prison after 25 years and are done with their life of crime . Kevin is now a drug addict and decides to hunt them to feel that childhood rush again .

All Marv wanted was a calm, quiet, happy life. One without disturbance. He might have had a life of crime a good number of years ago but now he was clean. He settled down in a rural, small town, on the outskirts of a lake. Took a job at a welding store nearby, slowing learning his trade to earn a living. It was n't much, but after having his face plastered all over the newspapers, a quaint lifestyle worked wonders. 
 
 Marv opened the door to his house after a busy day at work and took a deep breath. The stress from the annoying customers and loud machinery dissipated into nothingness. He closed the door behind him and went into the kitchen to grab a beer. A black flash out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked around and inhaled sharply. 
 
 It was a black tarantula. 
 
 It brought back a quick flash of memories, memories from his past that he had buried in the crevices of his mind. He brushed away the growing thoughts and ignored it, giving it to chance that a spider had happened upon his house. 
 He closed his fridge door and went back into his living room to watch mindless programs. 
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 Kevin plunged the tip of the syringe into his forearm, exhaling as the rush slowly took over him again. He pulled the balaclava over his head and waited in the bushes outside of a house. He hoped that the tarantula had been a good enough warning for Marv. Blood rushed to his head as the drug worked its way into his system. 
 
 It was time. 
 
 Kevin slowly crept his way towards the back door, making sure that no one was watching. He felt the adrenaline course through his veins, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He gripped the doorknob firmly and immediately screamed in pain. A defined M was seared into his palm, blood crusted. The door flung open and a fierce looking Marv stood there, shotgun in hand. 
 
 `` I'VE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS SINCE 1990 YOU LITTLE SHIT!'' Marv screamed as he fired.
