Inertia

Franky had been shaken awake by the car coming to a stop. He sat up to see everyone getting out of the car. It seemed that he was the last one to get out of the car, so he hurried out of the car. Shuffling slowly to the elevator he waited for the others to get in and all of them to head down together. Franky was still drowsy and couldn't wait to lay down in a bed. When they got down to the rooms, Franky walked quickly to his room and opened the door. He looked around the room, and then thought about what happened today. Franky looked over and noticed the plaque was still in the trash can. He walked over and slowly picked it up, and looked at it. Quietly Franky put the name plate back and closed the door silently. Perhaps Franky would stay here a little longer than he planned.

Franky got up when the others began to leave. He looked at them as they spoke about the Hunters. Franky ignored this, because he didn't really care who the Hunters were. Franky followed Charles to his car, but was lost in the maze of cars. Franky tried to desperately remember what the car looked like, but he wasn't paying attention. As he looked around, he noticed Auria walking to a car, he noticed Charles was in the driver's seat of a car. Franky walked over and got into the passenger seat, and as he did so he realized he was feeling tired. It seems that Franky had eaten so much meat that he eventually fell into a meat induced coma. As Franky drifted into sleep he entered the recently visited realm of the sleeping, but all the waited for him was himself once again. Franky would be having another internal struggle tonight.

Franky got up to eat for the twentieth time and came back to eat once more at the table. It seemed that the others had left, so Franky ate quietly waiting for Charles to finish his business. Franky didn't mind because he enjoyed eating so much. Chuckling to himself Franky sat eating.

Franky got up once more, not waiting any longer for the bartender, and walked over to the bar. Walking behind the counter he began to look for some milk or tea to drink. He began rummaging around when he knocked over a bottle of rum. He looked at the bottle then peeked over the counter and saw the bartender was still at the table with the others. He put a rag over the mess and walked back to the table and continued eating, not thinking he had done anything wrong. He saw Charles had crab legs on his plate. Franky reached over and took his plate and began eating all of them, along with his own food.

Franky was getting up once more, and he had now noticed his co workers sitting at another table. He made his way towards the group, and the workers of the casino looked relieved when they saw Franky moving from his table. They thought he was leaving, and their expressions soon sank once more when they saw him go for more food. Franky had eaten 20 plates of just meat in the ten minutes he had been there, and the staff wished him to leave. Franky soon came back with four more plates of assorted meats from the buffet, and began eating silently once more. He had an insatiable appetite, and meat felt the best to fill him up. He watched as the others began conversing and tried to discern anything he could from their interactions, but could not come up with anything beyond a theory. When a bartender walked over and gave the table drinks they had not ordered, Franky stared at the bartender. Then at Masun who hugged the bartender. Then back to the bartender. He looked at the bartender, but didn't recall seeing her anywhere. 'I must have missed something between the two. Hm. Vampire being friends with a human seems special to say the least.' The conversation was soon directed towards Charles, and Charles seemed to zone out for a bit. Franky stared at him, Charles seemed to have gone into a sort of auto pilot mode, reacting to small things around him but not really being in the moment. By now he had finished two of the plates of meat and was working on his next one when he decided he was thirsty. He raised his head and looked at the bartender. He didn't know how to call a bartender or a waiter, so he looked intently at the bartender hoping to get her attention using his pressure alone.

Franky hadn't seen what had happened, and he saw Masun had arrived, but had noticed another person arrive that looked oddly familiar. She was ragged and out of breath, but Franky decided to ignore her. He was getting hungry and walked away from the group from AREA. Franky went to the buffet, and was seated. He began to look around and collect foods that he wanted to eat. Franky continued to eat and wait for the others to come get him.

"I have never used anything other than a bed sheet from the facility. So I'm assuming you're the one who did something, Sam? Well, anyways, we should go inside and eat. I've been very hungry as of late.. Every since I was attacked, I've just become starving." Franky turned and walked inside and looked around for an indication of where the food was.

Charles had found Franky and was talking to him. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to start any trouble. We should go inside and eat now." As Franky turned back to the casino entrance, he noticed a girl on the ground. She looked familiar, but Franky couldn't remember where he had met them, so he walked up to the girl. "Do I know you."

Franky and the man stood staring at each other for another minute before the man began to feel his pride being hurt. He looked back and noticed his girlfriend making a disgusted expression at him, and decided he had to do something in front of all these people. He stepped back and raised his fists as if to challenge Franky to a fight. 'What is he doing? He looks ridiculous in front of this crowd of people.' Franky thought to himself. 'I should tell him to put his hands down as to not embarrass himself.' Franky then walked over and whispered in a low voice to the man "Put your hands down before you embarrass yourself." To Franky, this was a gesture of good faith, however for the man, it was a message that he wasn't even good enough to put up a fight against. The man instantly threw a punch and connected onto Franky. Franky then fell over like a sack of potatoes and layed on the ground for a minute. He was not seriously injured, or unconscious, he was laying there because he tried to figure out why this man had hit him. 'What the hell... I thought we were on good terms...' Franky stayed there while the man was boasting to his wife and showing off his muscles to the crowd, who had finally recognized him as the Middle-weight champion. After the commotion died down, Franky had finished his thinking and gotten up, he looked for Charles.

Franky looked up from the window he was staring at. In front of him was a massive casino with a myriad of different colors of neon lights. Franky's eye lit up as he took in the spectacle before him. He got out of the car and looked up at the spectacle. As he stood and stared, he was pushed forward by a force from behind. He looked and saw that man had bumped into him, and was looking at Franky with hostile eyes. Franky stood up and walked up to the man. He was of equal height, and stared straight into the man's eyes. Franky was looking into his eyes with curiosity, however his target perceived it differently. The stranger thought to himself: 'This man isn't normal! How can he just come into my face and stare me down... Does he not know who I am?' Franky hadn't kept up with the times, so he knew nothing about this man. The man was the current Middleweight Boxing Champion. Franky stood and stared into the eyes of the champion while it seemed like man was starting to quiver.

Franky was watching the kids play in a little play area when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The finger belonged to Charles, and Franky was amazed at how quickly he was able to find Franky in the chaos of this mall. Franky looked at Charles and found that he hadn't bought anything. He looked back to Charles, and began nodded his head. "I am indeed ready, unless you think there is anything else I need? If not, lead the way please." Franky then followed Charles wherever he went.

Franky had finished eating his cone when he realized he was lost. He looked around but could not recall anything he saw from the map of the mall. He reached into his suitcase and picked out the black walkie talkie Charles had given him. He put it up to his mouth, and pressed the button on the side. "Hello, Charles? It is me, Franky, I have finished my errands and seem to have become lost. I'd like to thank you by taking you out to eat. I overheard a few people talking about the great buffet a certain casino offers, just a little distance from here." Franky then took finger off the button and sat down to wait.

Franky walked away from Charles and the car, and headed towards the mall. He walked through one of the entrances, and was instantly repulsed by the hot air filling the open area. There were countless people walking in all sorts of directions. Franky thought this was madness, and quickly wanted to leave. He walked and eventually found a clothing store, which featured many suits and tuxes. He walked in, and eyes were very quickly drawn to him. A cashier walked up to him, and began to speak. "Sir, you seem lost, is there a way I could perhaps help you find your way?" The man said in a polite, but rather rushed manner. Franky felt that this man did not want to talk to him, and had no interest in helping him but rather was just trying to get him to leave the store as quickly as possible. "I am in the right place. I am here to buy some clothes." "Might I recommend a different store? One more in your.... price range." Franky took out his black credit card and handed it to the man. "Put together ten different suits with ten different looks. I want you, personally, to do it." The man's eyes widened when he saw the black card. The man's behavior immediately changed. "Let me find something in your price range immediately! Its very hard to find clothes made with good materials, but worry not, here only the best is used to make the best. Please, wait here while I go into the back to find our exclusive suits." The man hurried off, and Franky sat down in a nearby lounge chair. The workers in the store were whispering about something, but Franky paid them no mind. After a time of waiting, Franky left the store in a new outfit. He had a black suit on, with a white shirt underneath. He walked to a nearby ice cream store and bought a small vanilla cone. He walked away while dragging behind him a suitcase which contained his other nine suits. He walked around aimlessly looking for something to do.

Franky had a smile on his face, from believing he truly would change those guards' lives with the gym membership. With this their health will be improved, and they'll better be able to accomplish their jobs. With that, Franky turned to Charles and nodded in agreement that the mall would have the best variety. Truthfully, Franky didn't care about the clothes, he wanted an excuse to go into the real world and meet more and more people. As the car followed the path designated on the GPS, Franky built up more excitement the closer they came to the mall. Once they had arrived at the destination, a large mall was lit up in the waning daylight. Franky waited for Charles to explain what would happen next, since Franky had no idea where he would need to go first.

Franky was pulled out of his trance, and looked out the window. He noticed they were now in front of a bank. Franky opened the door and headed inside of the bank. The security guards immediately went to stop him as soon as he entered. "Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave." One of the chubby guards said to him, hands on his belt. Franky looked at the belt and noticed that his gun was not unclasped. 'If I were to be a real robber I could have shot him in the head before he could free his gun from the holster..' Franky thought for a moment. He looked back up at the guards' faces. "I seem to have been robbed, and I need money to buy clothes. They have taken my wallet and I'd like to get a new credit card. If it is a problem of my appearance, do not be dissuaded. I have a lot of money and would be happy to pay you after this for allowing me to get my money." Franky said as if it were the truth. Franky wanted to get his money and leave as soon as possible. At the prospect of money, the guards changed their attitude a little. They let him go, however they kept a close eye on him, no doubt so they could verify if Franky truly had money. Franky walked up to the teller and asked to talk to someone to get a new card issued to him. After a short wait, the bank manager came out. The manager had a very nervous look on his face, which was very odd to everyone else in the bank because they all thought Franky to be a homeless man with delusions. However the manager had verified Franky's identity and had taken a look into the amount Franky had in his bank account. He came to sit across from Franky, who was still very calm and comfortable in his chair. "I have personally prepared your new credit card, Mr. Franky. You will be relieved to know that I have taken the liberty of cancelling your old card, and with this card would you like to have a picture verification stamp on it as well? To prevent identity theft of course." The manager said in a rather timid tone. "No thank you, I do not believe I will be robbed again. If I am, however, I will immediately call and cancel the card then." Franky then took the card presented to him, and proceeded to turn to leave. However, he remembered his agreement with the guards. He then turned around and spoke once more to the manager, who had looked like he finally managed to relax with Franky's departure. "I'd also like for $500 to be given to the two security guards for being every so understanding with my situation. I'd also like to give them another $90. For a gym membership." Franky nodded his head in agreement to his decision, and then turned once more to head to the exit. With all eyes on Franky, they wondered who he could possibly be. He had been a man they thought to be homeless only a few minutes ago, but he had walked past the guards and sat down as if he owned the place. He then proceeded to have the manager treat him as a king and then insulted the guards on his way out. No one dared ask anything, all they could do is look at his back. Shrouded by mystery, power, and a bed-sheet, Franky opened the door to head outside back to the car.

Franky thought about what Charles had just told him. Perhaps he should consider that the people he would fight were not your average street thug that can be fought off with a few punches. Franky then started to think of the things he would buy when he got the chance, and began inventing in his mind. As Franky stared off into space, the car became silent, and the scenery rolled by through the window.

"Can you teach me how to fight? I think that would be the first thing to learn. I know I'll have more questions about specifics, but until then I think this will do. If there is anything you need of me, I would be happy to oblige." Franky said as he looked out of the window towards the end of his sentence. The desert was looking amazing with the sun heading towards the horizon.

'What I want to do around here, huh?' Franky thought about it for a second before getting into the passenger side of the car. "I want to know more about this new world I didn't know about, and I feel as if it would be best to learn how to defend myself. I've never... been in a fight before recently.. But if you're worried about me contributing, I have a vast variety of knowledge about the standard world." Franky said as he buckled himself in. Franky checked three times to make sure his seat belt was secure, and once satisfied he sat back with a smile on his face.

'Vampires, ghouls and any other mongrels like the ones downstairs'. So the people downstairs were such things... Frank had believed these myths were just that, myths. Now Franky was in a whole new world, and he had to adapt to it if he were to survive. "Charles, I would like to ask another favor of you. I want you to help me learn to control my power. If you have the ability to stop me, then I think you would be the best person to help me practice." Franky said after he got out of the elevator and turned around.

"Nothing too interesting about me. Lets see here, I have lived for five hundred years, I've been here since the founding of America, and I have read pretty much half of the books in existence. As for my 'power', I'm not too sure. I didn't know I even had powers until recently, and when I did use them it was completely out of my control. All I know is, that it is dangerous. If I am ever in that state, then I suggest you get away from me. How about you? What powers do you have?" Franky explained as he got into the elevator and the doors began to close.

Franky flinched the moment Charles's reached his hand towards him, but it seemed he was not trying to hit him. Franky stared at the hand and could not figure out what Charles wanted Franky to do, but he was sure this was a social custom. "Umm, we should get going then... Its a pleasure to meet you Charles." Franky turned around and started walking towards the exit.

Franky thought about the uniforms, but decided he didn't want to wear restricting clothing in his new life. "I would like to pick out my own clothes. Is there a bank nearby that we could visit on the way? I'd like to make a withdrawal. I never formally introduced myself to you, my name is Franky. Just Franky, I'm sure you've heard from the others, but I'm a little shy. What is your name?"

Franky turned around when he heard the voice of a man. As he turned around he saw that the voice belonged to the man who had just went down the elevator. Franky hadn't moved from his spot, after he had gotten out of the elevator, because he had stopped to think about what he was going to do. "Oh, right. I had been brought here very abruptly, and my clothes I had with me are covered with sweat. I was about to leave to find a place to buy clothes, but I really am in the dark. I don't really know where we are, or where I could get some clothes..." Franky felt odd as he asked for help from this stranger, but he did not know what this feeling was. He chose to ignore it and continue talking. "Can I ask you to help me, perchance? Just this first time, and then I believe I can care for myself. If you're too busy, or don't want to, I would understand."

<p>The elevator went up slowly. Franky was tired, and did not know how he would find clothes. As the elevator dinged open, Franky came face to face with a man waiting for the elevator. Franky pulls his bed sheet up by his face, and tries walking by quietly. </p>

"Thank you for the information, all of you. Again, I'll introduce myself: My name is Franky, I know of no last name, and I am of the age of 552. I have been living in America since its founding, however I do not have very much knowledge of the world. Please take care of me, and I apologize for any problems I may cause you." Franky bowed his head slightly in show of respect, and then picked up the bed sheet he had brought out with him. He walked into the elevator and pressed the button back up to the main floor he had first entered from.