As soon as Flug exited the main lab and into his secret room, he took off his paper bag, revealing two amber eyes with black sceleras. Putting his bag and goggles aside on a stainless steel operating table, he also took off his lab coat and gloves. His upper arm was a normal human skin tone, but his arm gradually faded to black once one saw past his elbow.

Demencia looked with a horrified curiosity as Flug took a hero donned in marroon and blue, obviously the leader of the band of superheroes.

Flug looked at his prey thoughtfully. " I think I will save you last...," he said, smiling maniacally.

He dragged the struggling hero over to a cage, and tossed him in with inhuman strength.

He went over to the hero donned in green, and snickered.

" Today's your lucky day, hero. At least, in my point of view. After all, I'm was getting a little h u n g r y..."

He grabbed a remote, immobolizing all the heroes. He grabbed the green hero, and strapped him into the surgical table.

The green hero started yells for help, but all his attempts were in vain.

Humming the tune "Jingle Bells", despite it being June, he grabbed a tool box filled with shiny metal tools for torture.

Grabbing a serrated knife, he meticulously started to carve intricate designs on the hero's skin, smiling as the hero squirmed and screamed. He then used another knife to take off the clothing, leaving the hero only in his boxers.

Demencia was wide eyed at the scene before her. It was sickening, but her body refused to look away.

Flug grabbed a plier like tool, and started slowly ripping off the hero's nails, savoring his strangled cries.

Flug took the hero's right hand, looking at the ring on it. He smirked, and ripped off the ring finger with his teeth, laughing as he saw the hero sobbing and babbling incoherent words. Some almost sounded like pleads of mercy.

Hearing his cries made Flug smile. " Mercy, huh?," he said, looming over the broken hero. He laughed, sending chills down Demencia's back.

" Never heard of that word in my life.," he said coldly, and tore open the hero's midsection.

Demencia gasped, causing Flug to turn around.

"Who's there?," he said, and started walking towards Demencia's hiding place.

He suddenly morphed his hand into a blade, making Demencia whimper. Flug heard it, attacking the source of the noise, but stopped when he saw who it was.

"D-demencia?! What are you doing here? How long have you been here?," he asked nervously, morphing the blade back into his hand.

Demencia, on the other hand, was sobbing and trembling in fear.

Flug tried to comfort her, but she flinched away.

She looked at him dead in the eye with fear lacing her mismatched pupils.

"You're not human...," she whispered, and Flug looked guilty. " Mi hermana, I can explain!"

Demencia walked over to the hero, who was still sobbing uncontrollably.

She wiped away her own tears of fear.

She grabbed the man's intestines, and shoved it into the hero's mouth.

" Teach me."

Flug couldn't believe what he was hearing. " Teach you how to torture somebody?"

Demencia nodded.

He smiled. " Si, hermana. Si.