As Weekend slammed the needle into his neck, the serum lit up his veins with a crimson glow.
Then his spine snapped backward with a sickening, violent crack.
"GAAAAAAAH!"
His scream ripped through the whole floor as his fingers clawed at the concrete, digging in hard enough to shatter the stone beneath his bleeding fingertips.
"Fuck…!" His jaw locked tight, his teeth grinding together so hard they creaked. Then his chest heaved, and a low, raspy laugh bubbled up from his throat.
"Hahaha… Hahahahahaha!"
The sleeves of his hoodie split right open as his arms swelled unnaturally. Black, root-like veins bulged across his skin, throbbing hard with every accelerating beat of his heart.
Weekend grabbed his chest, his head snapping backward with another audible crack.
"AAAGH—!"
A few of the hostages flinched, wincing at the sound. Watching someone's body re-align itself from the inside out was visceral enough to make anyone's stomach churn.
