The Terrifying Monster Born by Accident

The fat man turned deathly pale. With that much Compound V injected into him, he would die as soon as it took effect.

He had no idea exactly how he would die. Compound V did not belong to the Villainous League, and Vought International kept a tight grip on the supply it provided to criminal groups. The League had to support additional research, so it used Compound V sparingly. No one there had ever died from an overdose.

Even across all of history, he might have been the only person ever injected with such a dose.

The dozen or so vials the Villainous League had saved during its experiments had all been injected into him.

A-Train had not come up with the idea because he was especially clever. He had seen something similar before.

For one thing, A-Train had secretly used Compound V to boost his own powers. He knew it could cause severe reactions, including a racing heart, nausea, and vomiting.

And he would never forget the horrific death of The Female, his former secret lover, after she injected three vials of Compound V at once.

So when he saw the fat man giving his teammate Queen Maeve a hard fight—and remembered the bastard spraying ink all over his face—A-Train had been struck by an idea. He hated the man enough to grind his teeth.

A-Train looked forward to watching the bastard die when the drug took effect.

The fat man soon felt his body changing. His breath grew hot, and his heart rate soared. He could hear his powerful heartbeat with terrifying clarity as it pumped blood laden with the blue drug throughout his body at an incredible pace.

Before long, his eyes were bloodshot, and blue-green veins stood out ever more starkly beneath his pale skin. A