Leo looked up. His eyes were no longer human; they were glowing orbs of molten lead. He didn't roar. He didn't scream. He simply spoke, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of his words.
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. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
"Oh, I think I do," Jax sneered, reaching out to grab Leo’s collar. "I heard the reward for you is enough to buy this whole block." Leo looked up
The two henchmen bolted for the door, but Leo wasn't interested in them. He looked at Jax, who was cradling his broken hand in terror. The Grey Goliath reached out, his heavy footsteps cracking the linoleum tiles. He didn't scream
The bar went silent as the air itself seemed to grow heavy. Jax tried to pull back, but his hand was caught in a grip that felt like a hydraulic press.
"You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax said, slamming a hand onto the table. The water in Leo’s glass jumped. "You look like that guy from the news. The one with the freak problem."
As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver shimmer under Leo’s skin erupted. It wasn't green, and it wasn't fueled by rage—it was cold, metallic, and absolute. Leo didn't grow larger; he grew denser . His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel.