Snowflame

A man burst through the rows of plants. He was taller than Lois, lean and muscled as a bodybuilder, not a spare ounce of fat on him, and his long white hair lay wild about his shoulders, though he didn't look particularly old. Wild eyes, the pupils starkly dilated, scanned their faces with avarice and hunger. The strange figure wore a suit straight out of Scarface, red with pinstripes and wide lapels, and Lois couldn't help but note how much the stranger looked like Tony Montana.

"...Snowflame," Maria whispered. "He gets his super-powers from coke."

"You! Whores!" He pointed a long fingernail at them both. "Have you seen a dealer pass through here?"

Lois blinked, taken aback. "N-no?"

Something in her voice—or maybe her shameless outfit, pussy bear and tits on full display—caught the ****-fueled villain's attention. He stalked forward, menacingly. The reporter found herself rooted to the spot as he advanced, tiny white flames bursting into existence over his skin and then vanishing.

"Do YOU like cocaine?" He hissed.

"I...uh...I never really tried it," Lois admitted.

"But you WANT to," he said, those eyes catching and holding the reporter's own. Little white flames seemed to burn in their depths, pulsing faster and faster. It was strangely hypnotic. "You WANT to do cocaine with ME."

Lois was so entranced, she was unprepared when his hands clamped painfully on her open arms.

"YOU are going to HELP me, my dear," he said, and his breath smelled foul and metallic, gums receding to show a lot of white teeth. "WE are going to FIND my dealer, and WHEN we get some more of that lovely Peruvian flake, WE will share it!"

He was almost vibrating with barely controlled maniac energy...and Lois realized that as dangerous as a normal **** addict might be, a super-powered **** addict was at least ten times as dangerous. The reporter heard the pounding feet of Maria, getting away while the getting was good. Lois was all alone with Snowflame.