Beginning of the End

CHAPTER 1: Save them, Momo!

Bang!

"I know you're in there!" A crazed voice echoed throughout their huge estate followed by the maniacal laughter sending chills up Momo's spine, "We'll get you and your damn brats!

Momo gasped, beads of sweat running down her forehead, her long black hair sticking to the nape of her neck and the sides of her temples. The sounds of their estate's gates being broken down were getting louder, stronger. It was no use! The solid gates she created out of tungsten groaned in protest not being able to give them what little protection they had left.

They're coming!

Momo pushed the fear that bubbled in the back of her throat. Her head was already pounding, the splitting headache just manifesting behind her eyes. The cries of her barely one-year-old daughter, Sora added another painful throb in her head. Frantically, and in sdpraratic motions, Momo whizzed across from one end of the room to another of the master bedroom she and Shouto shared. Her deep black eyes darting from Sora's clothes laid out on the huge bed to the door needing to be on her toes just in case the worse was yet to come.

Sora's cries were now getting more desperate and violent. Thankfully, Momo was able to get all of Sora's clothes and supplies into the bag before her shaky hands quickly zipped the little bag. She crossed the room in a second gently picking up her daughter cooing as calmly as she could. She smoothed Sora's jet black hair so identical to her own rocking her back and forth holding her close to her chest. With her daughter now hiccuping, sobs ceasing she began to dress her daughter into warmer clothes knowing the onesie she had on would be too cold for the early winter season.

As she started to button up Sora's small winter coat, she exhaled out seeing her breath a few inches from Sora's face. She looked up out of the window confirming that Shouto was in fact successful with creating another layer of protection with an ice-like dome surrounding their home. Momo turned back to Sora reigning a smile as she placed little mittens on her daughter's tiny hands. Trying to keep the shake out of her voice she whispered, "Alright, my sweet baby. Now you're all warm-"

Boom! Boom!

Momo gasped immediately pulling Sora into her arms focusing on her hearing. Her trained senses of being a Pro-Hero for almost fifteen years picked up on the footfalls of someone's footsteps quickly approaching their room.

Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds...

She rushed over to the corner of their room where Sora's cot was slightly hidden by their dresser. Shushing her daughter hearing her start to cry as soon as she set her down on the cot Momo kissed her cheeks calming her slightly. She placed a blanket over Sora hiding her little body as much as she could.

Thinking on her feet, Momo's iridescent sparkles started to manifest as two trap lines throwing them into the sidewalls of the room making sure they were lined right in front of Sora just in case the unwanted intruder decided to go for her daughter. She then created staff and a shield, eyes narrowed at the door trying to force even breaths through her lungs.

The door then swung open and instantly a wave of relief washed over Momo. Her stance faltering as she took sight of her husband, Shouto. Visibly relaxed Momo dropped her staff and shield clattering to the ground. Tears of relief were already threatening to escape her eyes as she caught eyes with his, "Shouto!"

"Momo!"

She held up her hand stopping him from entering the room as she deactivated the traps before he moved forward. In each of his arms were their two twin boys, tuffs of white then red hair belonging to Yukiko and Haru. The little boy's sleepy black eyes blinked open as they stifled a yawn. Right behind Shouto was their eldest son, Mitsue clinging to Shouto's pants. His bright blue eyes were full of confusion and fear. Her heart broke at the sight of him, the tears already staining his cheeks.