Mr. Drew: Code of the Vigilante

Previously

…He flexed his fingers, feeling a faint thrum of energy. He closed his eyes, picturing the man from that night. The cold, calculating eyes. The scar above his left eyebrow. He focused his will, and a faint blue light flickered at his fingertips. It was crude, untamed, but it was a start. He looked at the city skyline through the grimy workshop window, a jagged silhouette against the polluted sky. Somewhere out there, the man who had stolen Lily was living his life, oblivious to the storm that was brewing. Elias Drew, the grieving father, was gone. In his place was something else. Something colder. Something that moved in the shadows. The vigilante was waking up.