Death wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  To be honest.... Death was nothing to him anymore.  Pete had died to many times for him to remember and had become numb to too many funerals.  The thought of attending another one made him want to blow his own brains out.  But then again... That would mean he would have to attend another funeral.  Pete was gifted with the unique ability to die and come back.  Sometimes they do come back.  It wasn't something that anyone else could do on this earth besides him.  Only, dying was a bitch.  It hurt every time and just as much as you would imagine it did.  

Pete Powers was a prospective member of an outlaw group known as The Fool's Dice Club.  As a prospect he caught all the grunt work.  He had to help file down vehicle identification numbers on stolen cars.  He had to do actual club members laundry and a bunch of other degrading tasks and menial labor.  Basically he was a glorified errand boy and hoping to one day become a full fledged member.  And given Pete's unique ability of death and rebirth he was specifically assigned to be a body guard for one of the Fool's Dice members.  Her name was Stephanie, though she went by her mutant name which was Wildfire.  She was a bit of a bossy bitch and mostly was annoyed when Pete shadowed her, but that's what he was told to do.  She became particularly annoyed with him tailing her every step and she sent him out to get her coffee.  

Pete was happy to do so, because he couldn't spend another minute sitting next to her happy and chipper personality.  "I'll be back with the brew." He said and closed the door.  With a heavy sigh Pete stepped outside  onto the curb.  It didn't help that Pete was practically the most unlucky guy on the planet.  If he wasn't gifted with this mutant power then he would have been dead for sure by nine years old.  Pete shook his head.  He couldn't believe this had become his life.  Doing coffee runs for a spoiled criminal chick.  Stepping out onto the curb he was hit by a bus.  It came out of nowhere and didn't even bother to slow down.  

Pete, who was known around the club as Respawn exploded into a million bloody chunks.  What was left of his good looks was smeared across the windshield.  The driver hilariously turned on the wind shield wipers and smeared him around.  Pete was dead.  Only seconds later Pete was sitting on the bus.  In the empty seat behind the driver who was at this point; loosing his freaking mind.  Pete was wearing the same clothes his previous body died in. A leather Fool's Dice Prospect jacket with the word "Prospect" across the back.  Pete leaned over to the girl beside him.  "Wow.  Where the hell did this guy learn to drive?" He said in a manner that was shockingly casual for someone who was just in a accident.  

Pete didn't think that anyone on the bus really got a good look at him. Maybe they did.  It had all happened so fast, but he could die and come back in a new body anywhere in anyway he chose.  He figured the asshole had killed him, the least he could do is offer him a free ride.  Pete turned and smiled at the woman beside him.  She was pretty.  She seemed a bit shaken up.  He touched her hand. "Hey are you okay?" He asked quietly.