By Thomas Tessier
Bobby had almost convinced himself his lover’s death was an accident. It wasn’t his fault. Once the uncontrollable tingling began in his hands, he could only watch in horror as they killed her. But then he saw the jogger. As his eyes followed the man, he felt that same eerie power flowing into his arms and legs, and he found himself running with inhuman animal grace to overtake the runner. When the race turned into a chase, a reign of terror began. Night after night the beast will silently stalk the city streets, its bloody jaws and tearing claws leaving only death in its wake.