As this is my first time submitting work I ask you to please be friendly with your comments. I currently do not have an editor so I apologize for any spelling/grammatical mistakes. This is the start to a longer series so there will not be sex quite yet but it will appear. Please enjoy.
New Hope
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Will stepped out of the December rain and into the warmth of the steakhouse, the place had just recently opened and he decided to go out and celebrate the night of his twentieth birthday with a quiet dinner. Having only been open "Mr. Mikes" as it was called was quickly gaining a positive name for its quality of service and food.
"Hello and welcome to Mr. Mikes." The server said as he bid Will to follow him to a table. Glancing at the mirrored wall he noticed that one side of his jacket collar had popped up, fixing it he sighed in relief that his appearance was fairly dashing for his build. He stood 6'7" and looked like he was in football in high school, but his muscles were not large nor bulging so a second glance was always needed for any approaching female. Sitting at the table he was shown to, Will subconsciously rubbed a small metal hole in his wrist. It was a bad habit since he had gotten the nanite implant five long years ago shortly before they had been declared illegal because of a few wrong people getting their hands on them. Thus he constantly needed to hide who he truly was unless someone reported him possibly ending his life in many ways. Brushing the memories and worries out of his head he looked over what he could see in the room, there was a few patrons spread out at tables with their date or partner. Beside a large group of men and women sitting in at a large table across the dining floor, the group was well mixed and all the men looked well worked out and toned the females were lean and toned but still had their curves where they belonged.
"What would you like to drink sir?" A waitress asked breaking Will out of his observations and back to reality.
"Uh, yeah I will take a shot of vodka and a coke." He replied running his fingers through his hair, ignoring her reaction to his strange drink order. It was odd to other people but something he had gained love of through the low cost. She walked away to the bar getting his order together, turning attention back to his surroundings he looked down at the menu and flipped through the pages of entrΓ©es. A soft clatter as the waitress laid the glass of coke and the shot of vodka on his table.
"Anything I can get you for your main course?" She asked pulling out a pen and notepad. Will looked over the menu quickly feeling her eyes looking him over now that she had the slight pause. He sifted slightly under her gaze.
"I will take the peppercorn steak, medium rare with a Caesar salad please." He said hoping to rid himself of the women's attention as soon as possible, he saw the brief disappointment cross her face she had obviously been hoping to look him over a bit more before his mind was made up. As she walked away he looked over at the group retuning to watching someone his nanites had taken an intense liking too.
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We must have her'
A thought drifted into his head. This was a complication that took hold from bringing the nanites into his body they had taken a small life of in mind releasing things that had been bound in his mind before.
"What do you mean?" He whispered to himself. "We must have her we can't just take her she is probably married to one of the people at the table." Looking back up Will noticed the woman staring intently at him along with the rest of her table. He pulled a hundred dollar bill from his jacket and quickly started to leave the building, just as his waitress came out of the kitchen.
"Hey!" She shouted. "You need to pay your bill!" He slid past her and broke through the kitchen running through and out the back door. As he turned and began to run down the alley, he felt panicked something was wrong with that group how had they all heard him.
"Surprise!" A voice roared as a weight crashed onto Will's back sending him hitting the ground. Managing to roll from under the creature he extended his blade, nine inches of it sprouting out of the port on his wrist.