Leo looked down at his trembling hands. A faint, silvery shimmer danced under his skin, like mercury flowing through his veins. It had been three weeks since the accident at the Ishida Labs. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in craters, surrounded by the wreckage of whatever—or whoever—had crossed his path. "Hey, pal. This booth is reserved."
Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
"You don't want to do this," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave. Leo looked down at his trembling hands
Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in
He picked up a stray jacket from a nearby stool, pulled the hood over his head, and stepped out into the rain. The issue wasn't that he was a monster; the issue was that the monster was the only thing keeping him alive in a world that wanted him in a cage.