Lier felt a little melancholy--
Just moving around a bit had nearly used up all the serum in his Second Heart, and it turned out there were some minor problems with his first formula.
Still, at least they weren't serious.
It was just that George was looking at him strangely--if he remembered right, wasn't this kid supposed to be nearly dead?!
How could someone who was nearly dead run a hundred meters in nine seconds?
Gwen was looking at him strangely too, though the girl was still wearing her mask.
Fortunately, this riot hadn't caused any deaths. People had been injured, though, and quite a few of them--like Peter's classmate Flash, who had twisted his ankle while running.
The property damage went without saying. Midtown High School's main building was completely unusable until the repairs were finished.
In the night, all people saw was the building go bang, bang, bang and collapse halfway. Along the way, all the sewer pipes had burst too, and large stretches of road had cracked and sunk.
But it was still the same story: at least no one had died.
It seemed Peter had still had a little sense left before he was beaten unconscious, and had managed to control his urge to feed.
The NYPD quickly secured the scene and kept all the media outside.
Outside Midtown High School's main building, Lier and Gwen sat in student chairs, Peter lay on a stretcher, and George sat in a teacher's chair.
George held a small notebook, looking perplexed. "So... we're taking statements here?"
Really, it mostly depended on what Gwen wanted--and she nodded.
She had to hurry home soon. She couldn't exactly leave George her phone number and ask him to call her later so she could go to the police station to give a