It had been exciting, that first kill.

If it was the first. Could not remember if there had been others. The pain was in control now, blocking out all memories. This one would not stay long. Better enjoy it while it lasts.

The man in black had seemed cruel at first, but offered something he had not known for a long time: freedom. Freedom to do what he liked, how he liked. He almost pitied the scientist, the white coat, the body. He had not stood a chance. Twenty years of bottled anger and ferocious violence distilled into an attack that only lasted a few seconds.

Now he was free again, sated for the moment.

The man said there would be others. His hunger would be fed, his thirst would be quenched. Justice would be done. The house would fall. And other histrionic nonsense he had not heard, preoccupied as he was with the fresh memory of flesh tearing beneath his fingernails, and bones cracking under immense, glorious pressure.

Omega-Five waited in the shadows while the man made a speech to a tiny camera.

His head buzzed.