12Rough Day For A SuperheroNow he was home, Billy’s blood had reached boiling point. He wanted to be on a battlefield, pulling apart Jegudiel with his bare hands, limb from limb.
Hatred ran through him. It burned, welling up in his heart and spilling over into his muscles. His sinews transformed into stiffened wire and his cells turned rancid in his flesh. He wanted to rake his skin, split it open to release the power underneath. To emerge in a new form that could manage the ferocity of this energy.
The Mac on the desk was still active. Joshua watched him curiously.
“I’m n-not… c-c-oping… t-too well… Josh,” Billy stuttered, and dragging himself to the sofa facing the desk, he lay stiffly on his side. The action of touching limb to limb lit fires in each and every nerve. His skin glisten
