With every step Zep took, it hurt even more. That was the down side on his “skill”. A huge down side.

He backed away from the body that lay on the floor. A puddle of blood and brains dripped out of the back of victim’s head. The vines that came from a nearby plant sunk back into the ground. He guessed that it was because he was becoming one with the plant is why it hurt so much afterward. It was like getting removed from a Siamese Twin.

He stood up over the body. “Pity,” he muttered out loud.,”that one had real potential.” Taking out a folder from his dusty briefcase, he glanced at the information before him.

“Brittany Stark. 22 years of age. Power: Flight,” Zep talked to himself quite a bit. It was probably because he was so lonely.

Minutes later, he revved up the engine of his new Porsche, and sped away from the shadowed forest. *