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Nobody – his lame arm still drooping at his size – uses his good one to nudge Night Terror to the side.

However, Relay cannot maintain running in a straight line. She erratically serves left and right while at half her normal super-speed.

Sam sits on the floor of his home, listening to the sound of tires peeling out of the driveway. Once the sound fades, he drops his head into his lap and sobs.

Abby opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She spins and sprints out the open door.

With that, Frank waltzes out the open front door. Sam sits a bit more upright to insure Frank heads down the porch steps. Then his pained eyes turn to Abby, who is trembling in the hallway. Their eyes lock once more. Now with pity and shame in her eyes, she steps over and holds out

Frank turns and grabs his gym bag. He looks at Sam, still curled up against the wall. Frank smirks.

Neither moves for a long, tense moment, until Frank lets out a shaky cackle. His burning red fist turns dark, so Abby lets her yellow light fade as well. Frank throws Abby a sick little smile.

Frank bares his teeth and growls like a wild animal.

Frank lifts up his right fist, and it ignites with a crackling aura of red energy. From the floor, Sam looks up at his brother’s glowing red hand in shock and awe, only then to see Abby’s arms – from fingertip to shoulder – burst into a bright yellow glow. Abby points her open palms,

Frank’s sadistic look morphs into a ball of rage. He pulls himself off Sam, who crumbles to the floor. Frank spins around and snarls at Abby.