AN: All right, this is the companion story to the NY Noire story that I am doing. In the second chapter of NY Noire, David (the main character and OC in that story) told his crew to get Michael on the horn and get him to New York. What Michael did before then, and what he became? Well, that is the purpose of this story here. See his rise from teen, to a leader of men in a matter of a year, if that.

Chapter One: Prologue

I have to be honest. When I first laid eyes on Michael Harris, I thought that he was a broken man, well teen at the time, that was on the verge of killing himself, or everyone in California. I mean, where I met him was the place that you go to see the insane, or criminally insane. Why would you go and see people there is anyone's business.

I digress. Allow me to introduce myself. I go by Dane. I met Michael through his friends. See, when Michael got himself into a bind, his closest friends came to me to help him get out of it. From what I heard about him, which was very little, he was no angel. I am by no means a good guy myself, which told me that we were going to get along just fine.

Again, when I saw him in that damaged state, I thought that he was going to go on a murder spree when he got free. Thank god I was wrong. That would have been bad for the things that I had in mind for what Michael was capable of doing. The thing was, I always saw potential in Michael. What his friends and family didn't see, I saw the moment that we began to work together.

Enough about that, let's get to the situation that made us partners shall we? See, it all began about one to two years ago...

DAYS PAST...

Michael Harris could only stare as Miley was sitting there, chatting with her friend, Jake Ryan. See, they were at a party, and Miley was sitting there, chatting with Jake the moment that they got there. Michael was accompanying Miley to the party from request by Robbie Ray, her father. Even though he couldn't, or did not see rather, Michael knew that Jake and Miley had something going on. Problem was, Michael had a thing for her as well. Jake was everything that Michael wasn't. It wasn't as if Michael himself wasn't attractive, he was. Better looking than Jake, by knowledge of other females.

Jake was popular, and Michael wasn't. That was it, really. Michael had some friends, but not as many as Jake did. Jake was famous, if that wasn't made well known by now. Jake was an actor, and had a lot of girls after him. He had Miley, and that is what really got to Michael. He was not going to deny the fact that he was jealous, but he was with Miley for an unobvious reason. Michael began to think that Jake was only with her to put the screws to him. Michael did not want to think about things like that, but it really made him think like that, and with his intelligence, he could not think of anything else? This was his friend, and he hated to think about her being used, but how else was supposed to think about it?

Michael, so deep in his thoughts, he almost missed Miley being led by Jake up the steps to one of the rooms in the house. This can't possibly be good. Michael thought, so he sat down his drink, and went to follow them. He only lost sight of them for a moment, but he saw them again, and they went into a bedroom. He glimpsed a bed from the door closing quickly behind them.

Michael knew immediately what was going on, and what was about to happen. If he let it happen, he was not going to hear the end of it from her dad, or his family for letting her out of her sight.

Michael kicked open the door, and Jake immediately jumped away from Miley, who scrambled to put her shirt back on, as did Jake. Michael didn't say a word, and he grabbed Miley by the wrist, and began to drag her out of the house. He mouthed to Jake that he was going to kill him the next time he saw him before they were out of sight.

Well, needless to say, the car ride back home was less than comfortable. Michael and Miley drove back home in relative silence. It wasn't until they were a few miles from their respective homes when she finally spoke up.

"That was really uncool what you did." Miley said.

Michael had to resist snapping at her for saying that. "Uncool? Uncool? Miley, I might have saved you from doing something that you were going to regret. Who knows? You might have gotten pregnant from that little fun you and Jake were planning on having."

"No we weren't." Miley said.

"Okay, how do you know that?" Michael asked her.

"We haven't yet. That's why." Miley said, very matter of fact-ly sounding in her voice.

"Wait, you guys have been having sex this whole time?" Michael said.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Miley asked him.

"Wow. Just wow." Michael said, hiding the anger and fury that was rising in his body at the moment.

"Look, Michael. I know that you have a thing for me, but it is not going to happen. I love Jake, and if you can't be happy for me, then we can't be friends." Miley said, coldly.

"Fine with me." Michael said. He stopped in front of her house, and looked her in the eyes.

"Have a nice life." Michael said to her. For a moment, Miley saw his eyes flash pure white, and she scrambled to get out of the car. Michael pulled up in front of his home, and entered his domicile as well.

Alright. Dane back. Now, as for what you just read, I need to further elaborate on. See, Michael did have feelings for Miley, and she kind of knew about it. She had to chose between him and Jake, and you now know that she chose Jake. Michael always held out hope that they would get together, but now that isn't going to happen.

Another thing. You might think that what happened there was what sent him over the edge. That was the major reason, but there is something else that happened some time after that.

Here it is...

It was about a few weeks after Michael and Miley ended their friendship. They tried to be civil with each other, and it worked, and then it didn't. Michael never called her out of her name, but Miley was another story. She knew that he hated Jake, and she took every moment to put the screws to him about that. With the risk of running into the couple, he stayed in his home, only leaving to go to school and work.

That is not the bad thing that is about to happen here, though. See, as Michael was heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink, Michael heard his brother Charles on the phone talking to his sister Marie back in their hometown of Saint Louis, Missouri.

"Marie, I am about at my wits end with Michael." Charles said. Michael hid out of view but close enough to listen in on this conversation.

"He is sulking around in his room, and we have been fighting nonstop. I am done with him. I am going to get him some help, and if that doesn't work, I am done with him." Charles said.

Fine. I am out of here. Michael thought to himself. He grabbed his jacket, and left the home, anger rising every moment that passed.

As for the big moment that you are waiting for, here it comes. Michael was walking down the street, his mind running with stuff that he just went through. His brother was going to have him committed, and he just lost the girl he had feelings for to a guy that he despised. He had all of this anger, and he needed an outlet for it.

Just as he rounded a corner, he saw Jake and his friends talking amongst themselves.

If you asked Michael to this day, what happened, he would tell you that he had no idea what transpired after he laid eyes on Jake Ryan, and that everything went blank in his mind. What happened though, is that the moment that he saw Jake, he marched right over to him, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and threw him through the nearest window.

Seeing Jake lay there on the ground, bleeding and in pain, somewhat brought a smile to his face, and he just walked away, as if nothing even happened. He was acting like he just didn't put someone through a window.

Laws are amazing, you know? You can do something like what Michael did, and not get nearly any time in jail or prison, or no time at all. See what happened after Michael put Jake through a window, Michael was caught at his home, and arrested. He was in juvenile hall, seeing as how he was only 16 at the time. He underwent a psych evaluation, which stated that he was mentally unstable. Not shocking, as to the fact that this wasn't the first time he was in a psych ward.

See, when Michael was only 10, he was put into a psych ward when he was in Missouri by his sister. Big brother Charles didn't like that, and moved him out to California, where a change of scenery might be good to give him a new start. It worked out for a while, then when he and Miley's relationship went south, so did Michael's mental stability.

With this being his second stint in a mental hospital, it looked bad for Michael. Simply put, this might be his home for a while.

Then again, this is where I come in.

MALIBU MENTAL INSTITUTION

Michael was trying to get some sleep in his bed when he heard some guard knocking loudly on his door.

"Hey! Nutjob! Someone's here to see you!" The guard yelled. Michael didn't pay no mind, and just rolled over to drown out the noise.

"It's important! You might be getting out of here!" The guard said again.

I doubt it. Michael said. Then again, he knew that whoever was there, was not going away, so he might as well see who it was that came calling.

He stepped to the front of the cell, and the door was opened. The guard shackled his wrists and legs together, and lead him to the interview area. He wondered who his visitors were. Mike knew that it wasn't his family, he refused to see them, and it not as if they were eager to come here anyway.

Michael was lead into the room, and sat down in the chair. The other person in the room, someone wearing an expensive suit, turned to Michael, and smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, finally." He said, sitting across from him.

"Would you tell me who the hell you are, and why are you here talking to me?" Michael asked him.

"My name is Dane." He said, smiling at him. "The reason that I am here is to get you out of here."

Michael laughed. "Really? How are you going to do that? More importantly, why would you do that?"

"First of all, I know all about you. I read about your family history. In my line of work, not looking in on potential investments can be the end of you." Dane said.

"Potential investment? Am I a piece of property to you?" Michael snapped at him.

"No, by no means, no." Dane said. "I know what you are. A man that can handle himself when time comes. I take it that you know about your grandfather, George Morris."

"Yeah." Michael confirmed.

"You know that you have powers right?" Dane asked him.

Michael nodded, and Dane continued.

"Okay, what about your friends, Zane, Sergei, Ambrose, and Talia?" Dane asked him.

"What about them?" Michael asked him.

"The Dragons of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air?" Dane said, listing them off his fingers.

"They are my friends, so what of it?" Michael snapped at him.

"Okay, this is not getting anywhere." Dane said, standing up. "I know about the powers you and your friends possess. I'm not going to bother explaining it to you, because you already know about it. So, when I leave here, I am going to work on getting you out of here. It won't be long, so keep to yourself until it happens."

Dane went to the window to motion to the guard to let him out. Michael watched as he left the room. As Michael was being led back to his room, he couldn't help but to think that Dane was telling the truth. Maybe it was delusionthat made him think like that, but he really couldn't help but to think that he really was getting out of here. He kind of was skeptical, so he did not think about it too much.

He got back in his bed, and went to sleep.

Not a minute after he was asleep, rapid and frantic knocking came from his room door. Michael snapped up, and went to the door.

"You're out of here." The guard said. Michael stood back as the door opened, and he was lead towards the checkout area. Michael smirked as he got the clothes that he originally arrived in. He changed back into them, and was led back outside of the facility.

He expected to see Dane, and sure enough, there was Dane, leaning against a fancy car.

"Told you." Dane said. "Told you."

"Thanks." Michael said. Dane motioned for him to get in the passenger's seat.

"Okay, where are we going?" Michael asked him.

"Your future, my friend." Dane said.

AN: I know that this chapter was kind of all over the place, but I just wanted to get the introduction and the plot out there. Everything is going to be made clear in the next chapter, so be ready for that.