-2004-

You were one of the 43 kids born on October 1st 1989, & had abilities you'd learned to control with your mother's help. After she died, you ended up in the foster system, & in lots of bad households, & eventually ran away. Seeing just how bad the street was, you became somewhat of a vigilante, for lack of a better word.

This time, you'd bitten off a little more than you could chew, and were now standing between a 12 y/o girl, and 5 full grown men in all black, a van around the corner.