At the slightest movement of my arm to gouge him, Parker dove back.

"She, go home," he ordered.

Mase turned slightly as if to run, but the white lightning still ringed him and the albino alien even as it leaped toward him. It crawled up his back and slowed, pulsing up his spine as if winding around each vertebra. He threw his head back and screamed. The inside of his forearm, scarred with track marks, lit up from within. Lightning crackled across his blue eye, then ...