Lucy waited patiently for Carter to start speaking. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her eyes locked on Carter's closed eyelids as he wrung his hands. He sighed and opened his eyes, revealing those deep green orbs that Lucy had come so accustomed to. He had a serious look on his face.

"You sure you want to hear everything?" Her only reply was a strong nod. She wanted to know it all. She wanted to know everything there was to know about Carter Hound. "Ok then… This might take a while…"

Lucy let a tight smile stretch across her lips.

"It's not like we're going anywhere."

Carter looked at her, his eyes meeting hers dead on.

"Well, funny enough it started when I was born. You see, the country I lived in was poor and was constantly at threat of being invaded. If war ever broke out, it was definite that we would lose, that was, until they found something that could change everything…"

"Well, can you do it or not?" The blonde haired woman spat, looking at the sweating doctor from over her spread legs. She gasped in pain as another contraction sent a sharp jolt through her body. She hissed and squeezed her eyes closed.

"Of course I can do it!" The doctor retorted. He then lowered his voice. "It's just… He's a baby, is it really fair to do this to a child?"

The black haired woman growled and narrowed her eyes at the doctor. She gripped the bed sheets and grit her teeth.

"I don't care if it's fair! Just do it!" She yelled, making the man delivering her child flinch. "This is our only chance!"

The doctor sighed, knowing she was right. This was their only chance of winning – that is, if war even broke out in the first place. Giving in, he pulled off one of his gloves a bit his thumb and index finger, making sure to draw blood. Then, he proceeded to write the marking on top of the pregnant woman's belly.

She screamed and gripped the sheets tighter, ripples of pain cascading through her veins. It burnt. Oh god it burnt. When the intricate design was finished, the doctor clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, his lips moving, speaking silent words. The woman howled again ground her teeth, fighting back the pain.

"Now, push!" The doctor suddenly burst, getting ready to deliver the oncoming child. The woman hissed and began to push as hard as she could.

She suddenly stopped and took a shuddering breath before beginning again. Then, there was a loud wailing and the woman opened her eyes to look at her child. She paused and then looked up at the doctor, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What's going on? Why hasn't he got the tattoo?"

The doctor looked just as confused as the newborns mother and he flicked his gaze uncertainly from mother to child. The young crying boy had bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked nothing like the beast.

"I don't know. I done everything right–" He was cut off as the woman howled again and began to push.

"What's… going… on?" She gasped, pain coursing through every part of her aching body.

The doctor looked on wide eyed and then hurriedly wrapped the blonde baby and put him to one side, rushing back to the woman.

"Twins." He said, his voice flat. "You need to push. You're having twins."

"What–?" She screamed and gathered bunched of bedding in her fingers again. She obediently done as the doctor told and began to push again, despite her withering strength.

When the next baby was born, the was no noise – nothing. He was silent. The doctor smirked as he gazed down upon the child, taking in his wisps of soft black hair and most of all, the tattoo of claw marks on his chest.

"Is he…?" The exhausted new mother breathed as she tried to get a glimpse of her second child.

The doctor looked up at the blonde woman, his grin stretching further up his lips.

"Mission successful."

The green eyed boy cried out in agony and gripped his chest, his fingers tangling themselves in the thick fabric of his clothes. He felt tears sting his eyes and collapsed to his knees, his one free hand supporting his painful body.

"Carter!" A voice cried and Carter tiredly looked up at his older twin, sweat trickling down his face and huge bags under his eyes.

"Alex…" He whimpered, the tears that had threatened to fall finally spilled over and they mixed with the sweat that plastered his hair to his face.

"Hold on." The older and more mature twin said, his voice calm. "I'll go get one of the maids."

Leaving his brother alone in the garden and running off to find some help, Alex felt his heart hammering in his chest, his hands becoming clammy. He skidded round the corner and into another hallway, almost crashing into a woman wearing a black dress with a white apron.

"Mrs. Aaron!" The nine year old cried, tears trickling down his cheeks. The maid instantly stopped and looked at the child, a bunch of soft pink towels in her hands.

"Young Master?" She asked.

Alex tried to calm himself enough to speak. He had acted so calm around Carter as to not invoke the boys fear, but inside he was torn. This was the third time that Carter had collapsed in pain like this.

"I-it's Carter!" He choked out once he had found the courage to speak. "He… he…"

Immediately the maid dropped the fresh towels to the floor and grabbed Alex's hand, using her other to hold up her dress, and began to march at top speed down the hallway.

"Young master, where is your brother?" Her voice was hard and flat as she dragged the sobbing boy through the house.

"In the garden…" Alex hiccupped.

Mrs. Aaron just nodded and took a right at the next turning, making her way hurriedly towards the back doors. When she arrived, she dropped Alex's hand and ran over to the fallen black haired child. She gently prised him from the ground and he hung limply in her arms.

"Damn…" She cursed, pressing her fingers to his pulse. She then ripped his shirt from his chest and rummaged around in her apron pocket for a syringe.

Alex cringed – inside swam a nasty looking black liquid. Tapping the syringe and checking the needle beforehand, Mrs. Aaron pulled the tube back before stabbing it into the claw tattoo on the younger twins chest.

There was a moment of silence. And then… a loud cough as Carter convulsed in her arms for a short moment before falling still, the steady rise and fall of his chest having returned – although, it was a bit more ragged than before.

Alex collapsed to his knees, feeling his heart do flips in his chest. Happy tears rolled down his cheeks and his arms hung limply at his sides.

"Young Master?" The maid called, sounding slightly panicked after the recent event. Alex looked up at the maid, unsure of what to say.

Mrs. Aaron shifted Carter's weight in her arms as she stood up from the ground. She smiled a weak smile down at the older brother.

"I'll be taking your brother inside now, Ok?" She said. "Maybe you should get some rest too."

And with that, she was gone, carrying Carter away to the two's shared room. Alex remained in the garden, his whole body trembling.

"Carter…" He looked at the place his brothers body had just been. "What's going on…?"

Woo, Carter's past! Hehe. I went to a paint a plate place with my friend Rosie today and painted Tobi from Naruto onto my plate. It turned out really well and I was so proud I decided to paint a Deidara one as well! Yes, I am obsessed with them two :)

Anyway, two more days of the poll left and so far the team in the lead is... so anyway, moving on...

I have written four chappies to my new story and by the time this one is complete, that one will probably be too LOL, finsished before it's even uploaded, that would be awesome.

A big thank you to everyone who reviewed! Nearly 150! Wow! Can't wait to see how you liked this chapter, and don't worry, there will be a part two to Carter's past!