Carter ran his blood-caked hands through his hair.  It felt strange to him; when he was younger the fluffy blonde mop on his head would calm him right down, but now..?  No.  Nothing.  Nothing would ever calm him down again, not after tonight.  Beads of sweat slid down his round, Caucasian face.  Tonight, however, his usually flawless peach skin was sticky with a mixture of blood and sweat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What am I?</span>, he wonders.  It's a good question too.  A vampire?  No, Carter wasn't a vampire and if he could help it, he would never be one.  A human?  Perhaps that was what he was, but not anymore.  Something dark had festered inside of him, something alien and different.  He always felt it there; resting, but tonight something had awoken it and... well.  The three, decaying, corpses were a testament to the strength he possessed.  What was worse was that he barely remembered what had happened.  He had entered a run-down diner in the Lower- City, and after a brief verbal quarrel, he snapped, killing the few patrons and customers that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br/><br/>Standing, Carter pulled his leather gloves back over his hands.  His white button up shirt had turned red and brown with blood, but it didn't matter.  He simply would cover it with his jacket.  Re-tying his sneakers he paced out of the room and back in the direction of home.  Carter lived alone in one of the old run-down flats, just outside of the city limit.  Everyone knew it was dangerous, what with vampires and such, but it didn't ever seem to bother him.<br/><br/>Making his way through the streets, Carter pulled his white hood over his head.  The simple knife he kept for protection lay hidden beneath the pant-leg of his jeans.  As he walked through the streets he noticed several pedestrians going about their business.  The further he got from the city, the less he saw, until the streets and projects seemed practically empty.  As he passed the city boundary into the ruins in which he dwelled, he noticed a sleek black object on the rooftop of an old building.  Moving fast through the buildings, Carter pulled himself up and over the top of the old apartment and beheld the sight of a sleek black flying vehicle of sorts.  How odd...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How?</span>, he wondered.<span style="font-style: italic">Who's is this anyway?  No one here could afford government material like this! Even if they could they wouldn't keep it here... </span><br/><br/>Carter ran his hands over the black, glossy paint, and continued to circle the copter, admiring it's form and build.