"Are you armed?"<br/><br/>Carter debated the question in his head for several moments, on his knees.  He had his knife, but he wasn't planning on using it.  It was his though.  No one else's, and he would keep it that way.  Besides, it was well concealed on the inside of his pant leg.<br/><br/>"No," he replied, licking his lips.  "Not really.  Look I don't want any trouble."  That part was a lie.  He knew it, but he could never understand why.  Why did he always feel this urge?  This drive to cause chaos.  The familiar entity of darkness inside of him stirred briefly, but he quieted it before he felt the familiar rush.<br/><br/>"Look I was just checking it out is all."  Carter pulled back his hood, revealing his slightly stained face.  He had forgotten all about how he was still covered in the body fluids of others.  Perhaps it would go unnoticed.  He'd seen worse in these lower parts of the city, and didn't think it would bring much suspicion.<br/><br/>"Who are you?"  Carter felt curious all of a sudden.  Who was he?  What was he doing here, and were was he going?