Vincent Vu had been unable to stay home—it was quickly surrounded by the FBI. So he used two of his meat puppets to clear a home a few blocks away of its inhabitants.

  Now he sat on a couch that was not his, watching a much nicer television than he owned. He was watching video of himself, replaying his battle with Napalm, going frame by frame to try to see the speed demon, and the one with snake hair, and the big white beast.

  Like a football player, watching tapes after the game.

  Abaddon was within him. The beautiful, powerful, devastating beast . . . was him, Vincent. Sooner or later, the voices in his head warned him, Abaddon must be released again.

  Vincent figured the voices were right. But for now he was content to watch TV and eat the snack foods belonging to the three dead people lying at his feet.

Monster, Chapter 29