Hal had already become a monster, a monster that controlled fear. Perhaps at this very moment, the true body of the Parallax Demon was racing madly toward Earth, intending to completely merge with Hal and become an incomparably powerful Parallax Demon. "Is that... a Mutant?" Captain America asked uncertainly. He threw his shield like a discus, smashing several enemies away before it flew back into his hand. "No. He doesn't have the X-Gene. It's more like some kind of superpower, or he's being controlled by something.