" He drank again. 'I still can't believe it. It's like a dream. Why don't you take off, man? I -'
Kempsey choked and dropped the glass, staring at Foyle in horror. 'Your face!' he exclaimed. 'My God, your face! What happened to it?'
'You happened to it, you son of a bitch!' Foyle cried. He leaped up, his tiger-face burning, and flung the ampoule like a knife. It pierced Kempsey's neck and hung quivering. Kempsey toppled.
Foyle accelerated, blurred to the body, picked it up in midfall and carried it aft to the starboard stateroom. "

― Alfred Bester , The Stars My Destination