The Cold Within
Leonard sits on the floor of the cargo bay, legs stretched out in front of him, back against one of the many crates, staring at the cold white glow emanating from his hand. His fingertips are dark and dusty as if plagued with frostbite. Leonard would laugh if he didn’t feel so miserable.
He didn’t expect to be brought back to life, and he certainly didn’t expect to be brought back with powers. Powers he can’t control. Powers that felt more like a curse than a gift.