"So, word on the street is you hulk out when pissed off" the young guys voice seemed to bounce off every wall in the room, repeating itself in Adam's head. Hulk out? As if, If he could Hulk out he'd be a green hero. But this little shit was getting on his nerves. He felt it coming up, a sort of itch that started in his lower back and forearms, and slowly was crawling up. He suddenly grabbed the bar of the window in front of him, and counted to ten in his head. He couldn't do this again, not when he just got out. He can't go back to solitary, he'd end up insane for real.
But the itch crawled up to his neck, and he couldn't stop it, no matter how hard he tried. As he felt the his body fill up with sudden rage, he held on to the bar, knuckles turning white, teeth grinding against each other. And before he could understand what his body was doing, he was already in front on the young guy who was hunched over the table. Pulling him out of his seat by the back of his shirt "And YOU I've heard were Jack the Ripper of the group, so don't be running your small little mouth. Or I'll shut you up" Adam said leaning in close to Jack's face, towering over him. He knew any moment, they'd be coming for him. So he quickly let go of the younger guy and straightened himself, his eyes never leaving Jack's.