A New Beginning

Momoe gave the truck driver one final kiss before she left the big rig to step down on the concrete. As soon as he began driving away, she threw up the contents of her stomach on the side of the road. The only way she was getting a ride from him was to kiss his nasty cheek every so often as they travelled down highway five. Momoe had come from the bay area, and needed a ride down to the city of angels. As she walked along a busy road, she would hold her thumb out and this one nasty fat man decided to give her a ride for a price... the price not being to bad aside from the fact he was nasty as hell. But once she finished puking her guts up, Momoe was on her way, her black hair whipping in the wind of passing cars as she walked into the heart of Los Angeles.

The female of asian descent found her way into the bright lit streets of downtown and looked around for possible place to stay for the night. The was Momoe's first priority, finding a place to stay; then finding a source of income; then changing her identity so anyone looking for he couldn't find her. Finding shelter should not have been that difficult, but to her surprise, Momoe was have trouble finding a cheap motel for the time being. She had been saving up cash that her parents sent her and now needed it to disappear from their radar. "Maybe I am looking in the wrong place..." she thought to herself before turning a corner to find herself looking at a neon sign to a club. Now, it wasn't like Momoe to want to get into such a place, she if she could she might be able to find a booth to curl up in. She knew that drunk people slept at clubs all the time, at least, that's what her few friends told her. However, even the japanese girl didn't know there was an age requirement. Approaching the bouncer, she looked up at him with a smile, requesting entrance with her eyes.

The big black man looked down at her, shaking his head. Now the man was somewhat intelligent and knew of the people with powers in the world, and that some had side effects making people look younger. "Identification or no entry." he said. Momoe pouted her lips and shook her head, opening her bag to show him what little she had. At this point she was pretending to be a foreigner that knew very little english just looking for a good time. The man smirked and took a look inside the bag. He had half a mind to call the cops on her, but for some reason, he let her past, being worked over by her cute face.

Now that she was in, the 15 year old began to look around for a comfy place to slip. The first thing she would have to do was get passed the crowd. She was pretty small so she was scared of getting trampled.

Maxiorus sat in the back of the club, via the VIP section watching the crowd dance before him. Being of only sixteen earth years, he wasn't suppose to be in the club, but when you can fly through the roof entrance secertly then whats age go to do with anything? Besides he looked the part with his blonde hair, muscular frame and hieght. The only real down side was the scratchy clothes called "suits" that humans wore to the club.

The music thumpped annoyingly in his head as Max continued to scan the crowd. Humans seemed to be a collective bunch, moving to be with each other in large groups. Rolling his eyes, Max knew that he still had a lot to learn about these people, but tonight was suppose to be about taking a break. Sim said something about resting for the next few days and well she was currently Max's acting commander.

To his left, a little girl caught the warrior prince's eye. He could tell she was a child by the way she had a large goofy look of awe on her face. That or maybe it was what humans call constepated, Max didn't know. The girl walked by the VIP section, which really probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. There people rushed the velvet rope to try to get in and they didn't care if a little girl got in there way or not.

As Momoe slowly made her way through the club, it all seemed like utter chaos. Tall adults moved their bodies crazily on the dance floor, drunk people moving around half aware of what was even going on. The small Japanese female was getting overwhelmed and, because of that, her feet moved on their own toward anyone who looked safe. Subconsciously, her mind had picked the bouncer of the V.I.P. area. Bad idea. As she grew nearer and nearer, the more people seemed to crowd around her, causing unwanted stress and fear. Touched by strangers everywhere, whether on purpose or accident, made her incredibly uncomfortable. Her breathing became constricted as bodies continued to squish her. Momoe looked up at the ceiling full of bright lights; she felt like she was going to suffocate. She began to push with all her might on the people around her, but her strength was no match for their mass. Once she felt like giving up, she gave one last final push on the people around her, Momoe's high pitched voice barely audible in the group. "Move!" she shouted closing her eyes in anguish.

When she opened her eyes, no one was standing around her. Instead, the people that had once been around her now laid one on another, sprawled and in shock. It would also seem they landed in a perfect circle around Momoe. The frightened little girl looked around at all the eyes that starred at her. She could see fear and wonder within them. However, what she saw next was the bouncer of the VIP area moving in her direction, a mean look on his face. His large. forceful hand grabbed Momoe quickly and nearly lifted the tiny girl off the ground as he began to take her to the entrance to throw her out. A look of fear and shame was written of Momoe's face. "What did I do wrong…" she thought, unaware that a manifestation of her force fields had taken place.

Trace grinned as he moved down the street. The club was thumping, and he had heard it from some distance. He slipped inside, and made a beeline for the bar. Just one drink. He thought to himself. Twenty minutes later he was busting moves like crazy on the floor, sliding around like a madman, as he moved serpent-like between the other bodies on the dancefloor. He had spotted something by the door. A large man, probably a bouncer, literally carrying a small girl towards the door. He smelled a lawsuit, especially if the bouncer was hurting her at all. Any physical injuries would help too. "Excuse me, sir? I would like to ask why you are abusing that poor woman." The bouncer stared at him. "Trace Faolan, solicitor. There is no need for your rather brutish handling of this situation. Put her down, and escort her out like a proper gentleman. I will be reporting this incident to your employer." He waited to see the reaction of the bouncer.

"My word, Trace! The man's a woman beater! Cleave him in two!" Trace looked irritated, thinking very firmly "No. I can handle this. Shut your trap until I need you." "I warn you human, do not disrespect a superior being." Romolus was furious that Trace was not forcing the issue with his fists.

Blitz and Krieg perked up their ears out in the alley, Krieg pacing back and forth, growling at his brother. If one could understand them, one would have heard. "We should be in there. Master Romolus may need us." Blitz, however, was laying down. Opening an eye lazily, he replied, "Ruhig sein, Krieg, still zu sein. Wenn der Master Romolus uns braucht, wird er rufen." It was hard to tell what was more amazing, the fact the wolf answered so commandingly to his older brother, or that it spoke fluent German. Had it been heard by humans, the wolf would surely have been studied by scientists around the globe.

Max eyes widened in shock. The little girl just floored close to twenty people with what seemed to be some kind of force field. To make matters worse, it seems she has no idea what she had just done. That only leads people getting hurt. Max quickly moved into action.

While approaching, an other man intercepted the bouncer that was carrying the girl out. If the girl continues to get upset then maybe whatever force generation she caused could resurface. When he reached the three, Max put his hand on the men's shoulders and gently added pressure. Well Max can lift close to 90 tons, so it was more like enough pressure hopefully assest dominace. Human males tended to frighten easy.

"Listen, she is a foregin exchange student that lives with my folks. They asked me to show her a good time and I guess she had a little to much fun gentlemen," Max lied. "I'll take her out and take her back home. Seems to have had a little to much of good old american fun?"

He threw a wink and a smile at the poor girl. Max just wanted to get her out of the club, maybe even get her a bite to eat or something. Anything to build enough trust to maybe find out what in the name of the battle gods she had done back by the V.I.P. section.

It was like something she had never seen before in her life. Momoe in all of her short years has never experienced such a mass of attention in such a short amount of time. "What happened. Why are all these guys after me...?" she wondered. As she was nearing the exit to the Club, a very formal sounding man seemed to come to her rescue with kind words. But something about his words were like daggers. The bouncer looked at him with speculation, pretty much hearing every kind of response from being in the business for so long. Putting Momoe down on the ground, he was about to speak with a rather harsh tone when Max came over to apply pressure on the men's bodies. Momoe looked up at all the face, fear apparent in the expression, but not stress like before. What had triggered her episode of manifestation before would not occur here. Now, she was feeling confusion about why all of a sudden these people took notice of her. No one ever before had taken such interest in her, was this what american's were like? Or did something else happen?

The newest man to come over began to speak in a smooth, calm tone; he provided a story as to why Momoe was in the club in the first place. Momoe could understand him easily thanks to japanese schooling, as well as he last two years in america. However, her voice did still hold a bit of a japanese tint to it when she spoke. However, when the man finished, he winked at her with a smile. Something about it was extremely comforting and she bowed quickly to the bouncer in japanese custom. "My sincere apologies." Momoe said quickly and then looked to Max for any other cues. The bouncer looked at the men who surrounded him, and shrugged, focing Momoe over to Max's side. "Get her out of here." he said bluntly and then went back to his post at the velvet rope.

Trace extended his hand to the other man to shake. "Thank you for your help. Have a nice night now." Casually, Trace slipped the man his business card, and with a wink, disappeared back onto the dancefloor. Finding his way to the bar, he ordered a drink and waited for it, his eyes narrow in concentration. Why did that girl want to get into the VIP section? What was she doing in the club in the first place?

He watched as the bouncer took his position at the velvet rope, and wondered to himself what could be back in the VIP section that the girl was after. The initial confusion when the people in the club had been floored had been cleared up, and ruled as a few people who had had a little too much to drink had fallen over, taking others with them in a sort of domino effect. Trace thought he might try to get into the VIP section a little later on. "Trace. The female is our priority. Follow her." Romolus growled at the lawyer.

Max took the girl by the shoulder gently and moved her to the door, "I will, thank you for the help."

The first man who tried to help grabbed Max's hand and forced a hand shake. To Max's knowledge that meant some kinda deal was just made. What deal he didn't know, but maybe it had something to do with taking care of the girl. Max pulled his hand away and looked at the business card, "Yes sir, you have a good night too..."

As the warrior prince excorted the little girl out, he checked down the street and began walking to what he recoginized as a food establishment. It always seemed that human's put food outlets near places of drink. "First off are you hungry?" Max asked taking his hand off the girl and giving her some space so the both of them felt more comfortable.

As they reached the door to the dinner, Max opened the door and let her inside. Once they were seated he smiled, "Get whatever you want."