Leo looked up. His eyes were no longer human; they were glowing orbs of molten lead. He didn't roar. He didn't scream. He simply spoke, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of his words.
The two henchmen bolted for the door, but Leo wasn't interested in them. He looked at Jax, who was cradling his broken hand in terror. The Grey Goliath reached out, his heavy footsteps cracking the linoleum tiles. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
He didn't strike. He simply leaned in close, the smell of ozone and hot metal wafting off him. "Run," he rumbled. Leo looked up
"You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax said, slamming a hand onto the table. The water in Leo’s glass jumped. "You look like that guy from the news. The one with the freak problem." He didn't scream
"You don't want to do this," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave.
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.