As soon as Parasite ingested Jet Striker’s blood, his body glowed a strange red color. Parasite closed his eyes, moaning under his breath like he had just eaten the best meal ever. His body shook uncontrollably, yet neither he nor Gentleman seemed even remotely concerned. Even Sammy looked more curious than anything at the changes occurring to Parasite’s body.
“What is Parasite doing?” said Jake. “Why is he glowing and stuff? Is he using another one of his powers or something?”
“He is,” said Shade, whose face looked paler than usual. “His own power.”
“His own power?” said Jake. He gasped. “You don’t mean that he’s—”
Jake was interrupted by Parasite’s mad laughter. Parasite had stopped glowing and shaking now, his coloration back to normal. He flexed his muscles, balling his hands into
