[color=ed1c24]Date: New Year's Day, 2026 Time: 10:46 A.M , Location: Boston's Redlight District.[/color]

	Whenever Carter ‘woke up’ he was always greeted with the same thing. And while in a way it was soothing, knowing that when it came he could predict what would happen next, but it was also incredibly annoying. Sort of like that hairy uncle you saw every Christmas; you knew what you were gonna get from him, a weird book on pirates, but you also knew he was going to talk to you non-stop about it for the next two hours and then proceed to write to you to ask if you have read it. In Carter’s case though, it wasn’t and over enthused uncle, it was instead a thought destroying headache.

	Like now for instance; when the brunette eyes involuntary flew open again in the first time in whoever knew how long and his body spasmed to a dangerous degree, the first thing he could rationally think of was. [i][color=00aeef]Damn, someone chop my head off because this sucks[/color][/i]. The young-old man had to tightly clench his eyes shut once more and grind his teeth as he grew accustomed once more to the pain of being alive. That sounded pretty poetic right there. Groaning after another moment of basking in glorious pain slowly began to push himself up from whatever hard surface he happened to by laying on. God, he hoped he wasn’t in a morgue again.

	Luckily, sister fate was on side today as he wasn’t lying in an area smelling of chemicals and crying old people, but rather an area smelling of trash and wasted potential. He must be in the red light district; and seeing that he could still faintly smell the salty musk of the ocean, it was safe to say no one moved his corpse from a random alley in Boston to a random alley in another city. [i][color=00aeef]Which had happened once, it was a hobo, A hobo named Jackson, A hobo named Jackson with a very strange hobby. Eww, bad memories, not the time. [/color][/i]

	[color=00aeef][i]Ok Carter, time to focus, what was the last thing you remember? You asking me that question.[/i][/color] Carter snorted at his own mental joke as his hand absentmindedly found its way underneath his mask and onto his chin; rubbing small circles around the body part as Carter contemplated what had happened before he died. 

	Eventually, after a few minutes of battling the pounding pain in his skull, Carter was able to recall what had caused his untimely demise. He had been chasing a low ranking thief across the rooftops, [color=00aeef][i]like a fucking badass[/i][/color], when the other had finally stopped running and turned to face Carter man to man; something Carter was rather excited about because damn he didn’t like running.

	He was less excited though, when he realized that the other was a metahuman waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the shrimp of a man was growing ten times his previous muscle mass and gaining some sharp horns while he was at it too. The man snorted, seeming to blow smoke from his nostrils, before charging at Carter like the raging bull his ability seemed to take inspiration from. The impact of the others body was enough to at least break most of Carter’s ribs, but since the young-old man was near the edge of the building’s roof the metahuman was able to send Carter sailing in the air before free falling to his painful, super painful, death.

	He remembered this all while stretching out his limbs; enjoying the deafeningly loud cracks his joints made while doing so. He would have to wait in the alley till nightfall, no one wanted to see a strange masked child walking down the streets of the red light district after all, but when the night falls, Carter will make his way back to his abandoned base, and begin putting into motion the plan for bringing to justice the scary ass meta that put him out of action for what, five days maybe? God, how come no one noticed me in that time? Society these days man. No respect for random corpses. Until then though, he wait patiently, for darkness to fall while maybe trying to play with a few rats along the way.