The Possessor swings a fist into Frank’s mouth, to bounce his knuckles off Frank’s teeth. Tasting blood – Frank’s rage, and his fist, ignites. His hand crackles with red-hot power.

But Frank wastes time posturing, too slow to stop the Possessor planting palms onto Frank’s rib cage. The hands sink into Frank’s chest, and the Possessor’s body morphs into a layer of darkness that attaches itself onto Frank’s body. Frank, helpless within his own skin, listens as his bloodied mouth speaks words that he did not think.