Rachel stared at Kyle in disbelief.
The yellow tendril withdrew toward his body, its surface shifting in the unsteady beam of her flashlight.
He had used Plasma.
Not merely something that resembled it. Rachel had felt the force of it against her barrier, and it looked disturbingly like Gaspar's.
But Kyle had never shown any sign of being a Symbiote Host.
Then another name came to her.
Penny.
Had something similar happened to him?
"Kyle—"
A tendril shot toward her.
Rachel threw up her hand.
This time, the barrier formed fully before the impact. Yellow Plasma struck the red surface with a heavy crack, but it held.
Rachel planted her feet, keeping the shield between them.
"What happened to you?"
Kyle's mouth opened.
For a moment, she thought he would answer.
Instead, his expression twisted.
He doubled over with a strangled sound, clutching at his own chest. Yellow lines spread beneath his skin, branching up his neck and across his face like swollen, pulsating veins.
