Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...: [s1e8]

Jax swung a desperate punch. His fist connected with Leo’s jaw and shattered with a sickening crack of bone against indestructible alloy. Leo didn't even flinch. He stood up, and the table beneath his elbows crumpled like tin foil.

The neon sign above the "Lucky Clover" dive bar flickered with a rhythmic, dying buzz that matched the pounding in Leo’s head. Inside, the air was a thick soup of stale beer and cheap tobacco. Leo sat in the corner booth, his knuckles white as he gripped a glass of water. He wasn’t here to drink; he was here to hide. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...

"You don't want to do this," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave. Jax swung a desperate punch

He didn't strike. He simply leaned in close, the smell of ozone and hot metal wafting off him. "Run," he rumbled. He stood up, and the table beneath his

"I told you," the entity said, its voice a chorus of shearing metal. "You won't like me when I’m like this."

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.

Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides.