“Knives down. Get on the floor right now, or I swear to whatever brand you worship I’ll put five thousand amps through your chest.” I’m shouting, but it’s dark in the meatpacking room and I’m not sure if any of the clinic techs know who it is that’s yelling at them.It’s my fault for cutting the power in their building, so I let electricity crawl blue-white up my... [click here for more]