John smirked at the question. "I made weapons for gangs in Chicago. One of the gangs decided they wanted me dead. Well everyone who came after me ended up with a broken neck. Eventually the cops started figuring out that I was the one killing off the gang members and they came after me. I made the mistake of using too much of my powers and I passed out. When I woke up in the hospital, I was told I could either go to jail or become a superhero. So yeah. I'm a murderer."