A young teen girl sat in the cold interrogation room of a police station. She had an athletic build that suited well with her taller than average height. Her bust size was slightly smaller than average. Her hair was a bright, deep crimson, cut short just past her neck, flaring out a bit in the back, and bangs go pass her eyes, that were a dark and rich blue. She had a large assortment of freckles covering her cheeks and passing over her button nose.

She shivered at the freezing air, pulling her white and red flannel shirt over her white t-shirt. Her blue jean enclosed knee bounced about while her red vans tapped the ground along with it. A lot of her clothes had holes in them and were covered in dirt and blood, many areas having burn markings. She had scraps and cuts on her arms, a few burns on her hands, and a busted lip with a big bruise on her cheek.

The door opened as a tall man of Native American descent walked in. He was built like a truck; he had short black hair that reached past his ears and sharp amber eyes filled with shock. "Damn, kid, you look like shit..." The man wore a white button up, jeans, a pair of boots, and had a wolf's jaw bone necklace.

The young woman looked up at him. "Thanks, Will, that's exactly what a girl wants to hear right now; it's a surprise that you're still single." Annoyance was clear in her voice.

"Sorry, Cheyenne." Will rubbed the back of his neck as he walked up and knelt beside her. "Are you..." he put his hand on her back "Ok?"

Cheyenne straightened up at the contact, causing Will to remove his hand. "I'm fine, just sore." She pulled him into a hug. "And a bit cold."

She smelled the scent of soot off him, just like herself. "You went over there?" She pulled away to look at him.

"Yeah, I saw what was left of the house and found what we're pretty sure is your mother; hard to tell though when nearly the entire body was burnt to a chirp."

"Anything survive?" A faint hope slowly filled her eyes.

"So far not much, but I did manage to find this in what I believe was your room." He pulled out a pair of military dog tags.

Cheyenne grabbed them before he could say more. "Oh thank god. I thought I lost these forever." She held them close to her heart, before looking at them for damages. They appeared to be fine, just really dirty. They had the name of Nammah A. I. "Adam..." Sorrow slipped passed without her knowledge.

"I miss him too, kid." Will brought her attention back. "I also found Ivo..."

Cheyenne's face morphed into anger at the name. "Yeah so? What about him?"

"He's dead... he was killed by what appeared to be a wolf." The girl's face lightened slightly. "He wasn't too far away from the house. He looked like he was in a fight." Will looked at her with worry. "What happened tonight?"

She looked away from him for a moment, taking a breath. "I fought back." She turned back to him. "I decided that enough was enough. I knew Adam wasn't here to save me or ma from "daddy" anymore so I did what a hero would do and fought back."

"From what I've seen of Ivo, you gave him a few good hooks."

"Yeah, I don't really remember how the house caught fire. I really wished I got ma out of there before everything went to shit..." She stared down at her fist, slowly opening and closing it before her face lit up. "Oh! I learned something new about my quirk!"

Will was taken back by the subject change. "Oh, and that would be?"

Cheyenne pulled up her sleeve. Black and red smoke started slowly appearing over her fingertips and went up her arm, stopping at the elbow. As the smoke traveled up her lightly sun kissed skin, it turned pure black and her nails became claws. "I can make some form of armor and it's really tough, but I could still feel the real heavy blows." She pointed to the bruise on her cheek.

"You really are a walking armory now." Will chuckled as he examined her arm.

"Yep, I just wish I wasn't scary looking; I really do look like a devil now."

"Hmm?" He looked at her face and jumped a little. She managed to spread the armor to her head. Her red hair was now white; her blue irises went red while the whites of her eyes were black. Fangs replaced her teeth, and she had a pair of horns protruding from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before her armor disappeared. "Takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?"

She nodded. "I should be fine after some rest; I've been here all night."

"Jeremiah Wellington?" An officer popped his head in.

Will raised his hand. "Yeah but please call me Will."

"So, Mr. Willington, you are her Guardian?"

"Yes, sir." Will stood at his full height; he was a head taller than the officer.

"I-I just need to see some I.D. to make sure you are who you say you are."

"I had to show my I.D. at the front desk to get in here." The two could till the officer was green around the ears.

"I-I'm just following procedures..."

Will pulled out his I.D. and showed it to him. The officer's face turned pale. "I d-didn't realize that you were that Jeremiah Willington. I apologize, Maikoh."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes; the I.D. badge was a pro hero license. "I'm still surprised they let someone like you become a pro."

Will looked up at the ceiling. "Lord, help me with this child."

The officer clearly wanted out of this. "I'll leave you two be; you're free to go Miss Nammah."

"Finally, thought I'd never leave; it's freezing in here!" Cheyenne stood up and stretched as much as her sore muscles would allow. "So I take it I'm going to be living with you for a while?"

They walked out of the room and started finding their way out of the station. "You're going to be living with me till you're eighteen or so." Will stopped and looked at her. "You're still planning on going to THA?"

Cheyenne stopped and thought for a moment. "I... don't know..." She looked around and saw the front door. "I still want to be a hero but... I don't think THA will do it anymore. They are ranked fifth in the country and ranked in the lower hundreds internationally."

"Well you still have a few years before that." He pulled out his car keys. "Come on, let's get you home and out of those dirty clothes. Give you a shower too, you stink." He received a punch in the shoulder for that last comment.

They left the police station and drove to Will's home. During the one hour drive questions jumped in and out of Cheyenne's head. "Wolves, a wolf killed my old man." She looked at Will out of the corner of her eye. "But the only wolves that are around here are Will's. His quirk does allow him to control a pack of wolves, but that would mean he was there when the fight happened." She looked down at her hand. "That would also mean he saw me holding Hyde to the bastard's head... and not taking the shot." She looked at him again. "Did he kill him because I couldn't?" unease filled within her for the moment.

"Something on your mind, kid?" Will's voice took her out of her thoughts.

"What hero school did you go to?" She pulled out a quick cover.

"I went to a school out of the country, UA; it's in Japan."

"That's practically one of the best schools in the world!" Cheyenne shouted in shock, nearly making Will crash. "It's going back and forth for the number one spot in the world, and you went and I'm just learning about this now?!"

"Yeah I did," Will replied after correcting his car. "And for what you told me you were pretty adamant about staying in Texas, so I sought no reason for telling you about my time at UA." They took a turn onto a dirt road that was well kept.

"How hard is it to get into UA?"

"It's different every year. I had to face actual pros for my year; the goal was to take them out , easier said than done." He pulled the car into a driveway that led to a larger trailer. "Are you thinking of going?"

Cheyenne deflated into her seat. "I honestly don't know yet. Japan has a different culture, language, and school schedule. It will be a learning curve that's for sure."

"Well, if you do decide to go to UA; it will be worth it." Will killed the car's engine after a moment of thinking. "They are really good at training your quirk. I myself didn't even know I could also control wolves instead of just turning into one."

"Yeah..." She started at her right hand for a moment before black and red smoke appeared and formed into a .44 pistol. It had a black coloring with a red glow coming from within it; along the barrel read in gold letters, Hyde. "They could definitely help with energy consumption."

Will wasn't looking her way as he left the vehicle. "Finger placement." Cheyenne removed her finger off the trigger.

"Thanks, dad..." Hyde disappeared in a puff of smoke as she dismissed it and disembarked. She saw the house and knew instantly that this wasn't her home, but it was a stepping stone for her new life.