Wiping his hands dry on a dishrag and looking around the closed restaurant, Warren Peace gave a soft sigh. He was going to miss working here. He was going to miss many things he realized. His friends, his two employers Mr. and. Mrs. Chung, hell, he was even going to miss his ratty old apartment above the currently closed restaurant, the Paper Lantern.

Taking off his apron and grabbing his leather jacket, he went out the front door calling out goodbye to Mrs. Chung. Going up the backstairs to his apartment he let himself in. Shedding his clothes on his way to the shower, he paused in front of a full length mirror that a previous tenant had drilled into the wall.

Warren Peace was what some would call a badass, a tough guy, and most people who didn't know him would call him a jerk for his anti-social personality. But one thing everyone knew for certain about him? He was pure sensuality. Standing six foot three, he towered over most people. Endowed with a slim yet muscular body, he excelled at swimming and sprinting. His dark golden brown skin glowed slightly with the little slivers of light let in from the window shades by the street lamp outside. Shoulder length raven hair was gathered in the usual braid he wore for work, the red highlights glinting darkly. Black and red tattoos wrapped around his wrists to his elbows, and the same fire designs twined around his ankles to stop mid-calf. Various scars, some almost seven inches in length, littered his left side, most located below his ribcage and some going past the hip of his black boxers. His exotic face was what really made him stand out. Dark black pools stared out above high and graceful cheekbones. Thin but sensuous lips thinned even more as he observed himself. A beautiful face and body his mother had said. You look just like your father, she had said. Which was why Warren looked at himself with such disgust, the words 'just like your father' echoing in his mind. Every time his mother saw him, she saw Baron Battle, a man he hated with his very self, but never did she see Warren Peace.

"Ah, fuck it." He said to himself and continued on to his shower thinking about what the up coming weeks would bring. It had been many years since he had seen his mother, who had just passed on, he had heard. Surprise, surprise, turns out she had been living in some New England town on the Eastern coastline called Ipswich. Apparently her will had stated that the big old mansion she had owned was now his. He was required to fly over and ascertain what he wanted to do with it, keep it or sell it. Apparently it was quite close to a respected college called Spencer that his mother had enrolled him right before she died. Plus, it seemed like she had actually put a trust fund in effect for him. Who knew she cared, he laughed bitterly.

The water hitting Warren's body started to steam faster as his anger grew. What right did the old bitch have? She had walked out on him right after Battle had been sentenced to maximum, and left him to social services. No one knew where she went but she often came back to visit him. But then her sporadic visits become less and less till finally she just stopped coming. Last time he'd seen her had been when he was sixteen, almost three years ago.

As Warren got into bed and was drifting off into sleep, he reviewed his plan. Spend a few months there to see what was going on and if he didn't like it he'd come back. The apartment was permanently his till he decides to sell it and his job was always open as the Chungs always needed a helping hand. he had already discussed the school situation with Principal Powers and she was willing to give him a year off or try and commute to both schools (no way in hell, he had thought). Plus his friends could always visit him. So he planned to transfer his things to the mansion, have his motorcycle dropped off at the airport, and once he got off his flight take the sightseeing route. He smiled slightly as sleep overtook him. It would be nice to be back on the road.

Shifting his black duffel bag higher onto is shoulder, Warren stepped onto the airport pavement. Stretching for a moment, he snaked his way through the departing crowd, going through customs quickly and silently searching for his bike. Ah. Standing by his sleek bike, a model he had designed himself and simply called the Jaguar, was dullest looking man he had ever seen, holding one of those white marker boards. Looking closely he saw the words Warren Peace, SH, written in thin spidery writing. Walking past the man to his bike, he pressed his thumb to the touch pad that would recognize his unique combination of Peace and Battle DNA and no one else's. Smiling internally (sometimes being a superhero in training had its perks a.k.a. being able to use super science to create things like this bike) he bought his shielded helmet out of his bag, he was just about to put it on when he was interrupted by a quiet "Excuse me?".

Turning to look at the man he said "Yes?" looking expectantly at the man. Mousy brown hair was gelled back, bottle glass covered brown eyes, and pale white skin glowed sickly in the outside light.

"You are Warren Peace of SH, are you not?" at Warren's nod his eyes narrowed as the scanned him up and down, a faint red ray emitting from them. "Yes your DNA matches the description given to me by Principal Powers. My name is Albert Stantley, I will be in a sense your legal help concern your financial and public relations. Here is my card."

Taking the card offered, Warred noticed it had a 'Graduate of SH' under the business hours listed. Leaning back against his bike, he scrutinized the man across from him. Thinking back he recognized this man before they had had a voice conference a few days before he had boarded his flight. Powers had given him his file and his picture.

"Mr. Stantley, of course. Forgive me; I did not recognize you right away." Warren said, inclining his head slightly.

Stantley, looking shocked for a moment at the politeness coming from this young man, said "Quite all right, Mr. Peace. I wished to greet you when you landed. I would also like to remind you we have a meeting in a week or so, I will contact you in a few days on the exact time. Here is the key to your house" he handed a yellow envelope to Warren "and I'm sure you are aware of when the school expects you. Also here is a map of the nearby town and the surrounding neighbors close to you plus a map of the school. Also", and here he handed another slim envelope file to Warren "here are bio sheets on the closest neighbors to you. One of those might be a interest to you." Stanely finished with a peculiar look in his eye.

Taking the proffered material, Warren put it all in his bag and then shook the extended hand. "I'm afraid I must be going but I hope you adjust well to life here, Mr. Peace. I'll be in contact. Good day." Stantley walked away and stepped into the waiting car behind him.

Shaking his head slightly, Warren put his helmet on, adjusted his bag, started his bike and took off from the airport

It was getting dark by time he got to the old house. Black iron gates stood intimidating tall and oh joy, quite firmly shut. Supposedly the place had a butler, which is probably why the mansion was lit up like a lamp. Besides the closed gate, embedded into the dark columns that acted as support was something he recognized. A DNA scanner. Ah. So that was how he was getting in. he couldn't see much of the landscape in the growing dark so he didn't even try. He'd look at it tomorrow.

Looking down the road to the left he saw headlights coming. Pulling into his drive way, he propped his bike on its stand but left it running. As he sat looking at his gate, the oncoming turned into the driveway next to him, turning out be a black hummer. Four guys tumbled out of the hummer, laughing, leaving the car running while they talked. Warren turned back to the gates and got off his bike.

Reid and Tyler went on and on about sweet that stunt was, Pouge had a full blown grin on his face, and even Caleb was smiling slightly. Turning away from Tyler for a moment, Reid looked at Caleb. "Guess you're not going soft in your old age." He said laughingly. Caleb just grinned. It was a rare moment of peace between those two thought Pouge.

This was conveniently interrupted by the growl of an engine. Stopping their conversations, all four turned towards the sound. Sitting in front of the gates to the Peace mansion was a motorcycle. Basically that was all that registered with Pouge till Tyler said "Who the hell are they?" in a curious voice.

Finally tearing his eyes away, Pouge watched as a figure dressed in black with duffel bag over their shoulder dismounted. Whoever they were, they were tall! Almost as tall as Caleb and himself, it looked like. They just stood there for a moment, looking up at the gates.

Reid called out in that rich brat tone he'd been working on for a while "Hey man, are you lost or something? Holiday Inn is back down the road. Miss Peace didn't take no paupers on her doorstep. Get the hell off before you get caught trespassing."

Caleb hit Reid over the head as the other two watched for a response. Since the distance between the drives was only 25 feet or so they could hear each other clearly.

As Caleb walked half way and started to apologize for Reid, the person raised their hand to stop him. Reaching up and taking off their helmet, the first impressions were of blood streaked hair scraped back into a ponytail and hard black eyes glaring at them.

Pouge and the others stared. Just stared. Putting down his helmet, the guy (who had have been the same age as Caleb and Pouge, drew off the glove on his left hand. Walking up to the right support column of the gates, he lifted up a metal hatch the covered a small blue screen and number pad. Shielding what he was doing with his body he quickly typed something and then pressed something against the screen. As the gates opened and he returned to his bike, Pogue noticed something that looked like tattoo glowing around his wrist. Mounting his bike he turned back to the four of them.

Addressing Reid he spoke in deep, rich voice "First of all, I know my mom was a paranoid old bitch but I doubt she ever worried about trespassers, second do I really look like a fucking pauper, and thirdly" he turned to look at Caleb "don't worry about it, I deal with assholes on a daily basis."

Kicking the bike stand back and putting his helmet back on he sped through the gates, disappearing up the drive as they clanged shut behind him. Leaving the sons of Ipswich practically speechless in his wake.

Okay. This is the very first story I've gotten onto this site and predictably, I'm scared shitless. So please, constructive reviews would be very, very welcome and flamers...flame all you like but tone it done alright?

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