Fresco found them beating up a pair of Wasted kids.

He was not in a merciful mood. Nor did he care how much of his power he expended. The sight of the five junkies with their tattoos and sunken eyes and evil grins pushed him over the edge until he snapped.

They screamed when he broke their legs. One tried to crawl away, whimpering when he took her sight. She sat in the dark with her hands in front of her blind eyes and wept in silence, great heaving breaths the only ...