Vengeance held the rat faced man up off of the ground by one arm, his hand now ungloved. The other patrons of Bobby Joe's BBQ Shack lay scattered along the floor like forgotten toys. Vengeance's long coat fluttered in a non-existent breeze, while the spectral glow that surrounded him grew ever brighter.
As Vengeance began to speak, the ungloved hand began to emit a pule of energy into the man: "You think you've known pain? You've known nothing! Feel my touch. Feel it pulse inside of you. Know the meaing of . . .my gift."
Instaneously, the rat-faced man was filled with visions of pain, torment, rape, murder, all with his leering face grinning at him. He broke down uncontrollably in sobs.
Vengeance, his face hidden by the demonic "helmet" turned and walked out of the bar and towards his bike. The bike revved and started up at his approach, almost as if alive. He got on and drove off into the night. . .
