Jono was dying.
Those Weapon X bastards had fixed up his body and planted a device in his chest to allow him to regulate his powers to avoid another chest explosion. But irony of ironies, the damn thing had gone haywire and blown up on him, causing the exact thing it had been made specifically to prevent. But this time, it was different. A hole in his chest, he could live with - he'd done so for a good few years, after all - but it was his power, the internal perpetual psionic energy furnace, that allowed him to go on. But something was wrong. The furnace was extinguished.
That's how he knew he was dying. He laughed at the irony of it all - or he did as best he could without anything left inside his torso to allow such a thing. He couldn't see the full extent of his injury as his body was totally devoid of energy, but he could still feel the damage; he could feel how it had conf