Thirteen
The initial ecstasy from his feed only lasted a short while, but the energy remained in Cathal’s body, and gave him the strength he desired.
He pushed out into his surroundings.
Coolness covered him. He felt it strongly in the pads of his feet, where they rested on the hard floor, but the coolness existed in the room as a whole. His pores opened up to it, all over his body. He was aware that he wore no clothes, but also that this wasn’t a problem. His new skin was tough, and he had no need for further protection.
Cathal continued to cast his…mind? senses? being?…around the room, and settled on the storage unit closest to him. He placed a hand on it and pushed, and one half of the front slid to the side. The objects inside flapped when he brushed over them, and he knew they
