The sound of car horns and the fumes of New Yorkâ€™s â€˜splendidâ€™ city filled my nose and ears. I arrived in the city only moments before, I got a strong urge to get up on day and leave Las Vegas in a hurry.<span style="font-style: italic">So much for what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas</span>, I thought.<br/><br/>It had been a year since I was on the go. Creatures, monsters, had attacked and murdered mother; going to the police hadnâ€™t helped me much. They thought I was crazy, psychotic even. They threatened to put me in a hospital for people like me. Too bad they donâ€™t actually know what I was capable, hell even I didnâ€™t. I still donâ€™t for that matter.<br/><br/>A week ago I was lounging in a casino, watched girls in skimpy waitress outfit strut their stuff, then I was out of my chair and walking to the nearest bus out of there. So, here I am. New freakinâ€™ York. About as bad as Vegas, but since this was my first time being here, I had no idea where the nearest show girl was.<br/><br/>I began walking, again to nowhere in particularly; it was just another urge (go figure). When I saw a hideous being crossing the streets I felt like running. Just because there was one monster, didnâ€™t mean there was a whole horde them waiting to gobble me up like freshly baked pepperoni pizza. As I watched the thing cross onto the sidewalk and leave that was when I saw her.<br/><br/>Long, dark blue, hair that flowed in the polluted air and eyes that were as bright as the sky. There was something very odd about this girl though, I couldnâ€™t place it. Maybe it was the ridiculously large staff she held, or maybe it was the strange dog with tattoos painted into its fur and that it was growing wings.<br/><br/>But something was telling me to go to her. And since I always let my feet do the talking I started after the weird yet beautiful chic. She looked older than me.<span style="font-style: italic">Killer body though</span>, I thought as I made my way towards her. She bumped into someone, spilling coffee everywhere. But he noticed the way her body became more ridged and alert when she looked at the guy.<br/><br/>Being the gentleman I was, I walked past the guy and slid an my arm around the girlsâ€™ arm and said,â€ Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, hm, clumsy arenâ€™t you?â€ I grinned at the guy. â€œSorry â€˜bout that man. She can be clumsy sometimes. If you know what I mean.â€