It was one in the morning when it happened, when something snapped. Something had been locked down and put away and now was on its way to the surface. Daken was out in the living room, flipping channels, trying to find something to watch on TV. Kim had gone to bed an hour before as she was tried from the day, but he couldn't sleep. He never really could. He had been on the computer just minutes before, talking to some online friends, but began to get bored as his mind raced with thoughts, thoughts that had been trying to take control of him. And now he was sitting on the couch, not doing any better. He sighed to himself. He was lucky to even be there, as Osborn had wanted him to move back to Avengers Tower. Telling him that in his current state, it would be best to keep his distance from the ones he loved. He had gone back to the tower the night before, but found himself missing where he was at now. So Osborn allowed him to go over and stay the night. He was getting sick of Osborn, getting sick of him butting into his life, telling him what to do and how he should do it. As he sat and stared at the TV a voice came to his head, telling him to do things, telling him that it knew he wanted to, to go have some fun, like the old days. And that's when it happened, when his whole life, and others, would come crashing down.

Kim was sound asleep. She had been through a lot the past couple of days with Daken and taking care of Maria. She tossed to her right side, making herself comfortable, but began to slowly open her eyes as something came over her, a feeling of unease. She saw him, standing next to her, next to the bed. She saw his claws, out and ready. She looked up to him from where she laid and saw his face, his expression and eyes.

"Baby? Are you ok?" she asked him as she began to feel scared. She slowly sat up, moving a little ways from him.

"Oh, I'm just fine. But I'll be even better after this." He said as he jumped on the bed and grabbed her. She screamed as she felt his grip. She kicked him in his chin hard, making him let go as she jumped out of the bed and out of the room. But that didn't stop him as he too ran, towards her.

"Daken!! Stop!" she yelled as he grabbed her again, only this time stabbing her in the arm. She let out a scream, one so loud that even Maria woke up.

Maria came out of her bedroom, half asleep. Rubbing her eyes from where she stood in the hall, facing towards the living room where Daken and Kim were at, the TV still on in the background.

"What's going on?" she asked. Daken heard her and looked back at the little girl, letting go of Kim, who was now bleeding to the ground.

'No….' Kim thought to herself as she watched Daken go towards Maria, still in his crazed state. Kim grabbed a heavy phone book that was nearby and threw it at him, hitting him in the back of the head. He turned his attention back to Kim, who was now running towards the front door.

"Maria, call 911 NOW!" she yelled as Daken began to chase her out and onto the streets.

Daken caught up with her and quickly grabbed her by the arm that was gushing blood. He spun her around to face him, she didn't move as he had his claws touching her face, slowly moving them down and onto her breasts.

"Please, Daken, snap out of it." She told him scared and crying, but he didn't listen as he brought her even closer. He then stabbed her in her abdomen, but didn't go completely through. Her eyes became glassy, but she still had life as he let her go, letting her fall to the ground in her own blood. She looked up at him from where she laid, her once blonde hair now red from the blood, as he stood over her, staring at her as if he wasn't done.

"Step away from the girl!!" an officer yelled as he jumped out of his cruiser, gun pointed. Daken didn't listen as he began diving into Kim once again, slashing her up and open. Her left side now had a huge gash, running down; blood and tissue could be seen. Her leg was then cut, claw marks running down it. She began to feel her world become black, blood seeping from her mouth. Then Daken took five bullet shots to the back, which didn't seem to faze him as he took off running.

H.A.M.M.E.R. agents were already in the area, as Osborn wasn't going to let Daken just be free and out in the open. They began to move in on him, as they heard the 911 call go out. A little girl, crying and freaked out, saying that Daken was attacking Kim; that she was bleeding, that they were outside. A man with a rifle stood a few feet away, watching as Daken ran and slashed right though a light pole, making it topple down onto two other police cruisers who were coming to the scene. Neighbors were out, watching everything, not understanding what was going on as they didn't really know who or what Daken really was, that all they knew about him was that he was someone in Maria's life. The agent let off a few shots of a highly concentrated tranquilizer. He took them in the back, screaming out in pain as he grabbed them and pulled them out. More shots came his way from the same guy. Daken began to feel himself become woozy, as he began to stumble. The man shot two more, hitting Daken in the neck, making him fall down as he passed out.

Osborn walked the cells of his helicarrier. He came to one, one that had a glass door, one that was different from the others. Inside was a man, restrained to the wall. His arms up and spread over him, his ankles together. Osborn keyed in the correct code to open the cell door as it was on a lock down, only certain individuals would be allowed in. Osborn saw that the man was out of it, his head hanging down. And that he was covered in blood, his bare chest soaked in it. Osborn was also not alone, as a doctor was with him. The man that Osborn was now standing in front of had just been brought on board no more than five minutes ago.

"Can he hear us?" Osborn said as he grabbed the man's hair, pulling back on it to see his face before letting it drop back down.

"He can. He is still somewhat conscious." The doctor told him.

"Daken, are you there?" Osborn asked him.

"Uh…" was all that came out of him.

"Daken, you've been a very bad boy again. Only this time you did worst."

"I…what…" Daken said, as his healing factor worked on removing the effects of the tranquilizer.

"You almost killed your girlfriend, Kim. You did quite a number on her, cutting her open after she was already down. She's in critical condition." Osborn began to tell him. Daken had lifted his head up when he heard Kim's name. His eyes were still glassy and not completely in focus.

"I…..I hurt…her?" he said.

"Yes, Daken. You hurt her. You almost killed her. You're becoming very unstable. You were unstable before, but this tops it. A couple nights ago you went out and killed a whole apartment building full of people, and now you do this. And I suppose you don't remember anything."

"No," he said to him as he watched Osborn walk towards the door.

"You're under lock and key. You're not going anywhere, until we can control that animal in you. You are just like your father." He told him as he and the doctor left. Daken stayed there, staring off into what seemed like nothing.

"I, hurt, Kim. I…." he said to himself as he felt a tear escape his eye.

Kim laid in a hospital bed at one of the hospitals in New York City, in intensive care. She was hooked up to machines, monitoring her vitals and an oxygen tube to her nose. She was out, in a coma like state. She had stitches all over where Daken had attacked her. She also had to get a blood transfusion due to all the blood she had lost. Maria was in the waiting room, with one of the neighbors, Amy. Amy was in her early thirties, and knew Kim well. She had known Kim when she was with Danny. Maria sat on the ground, near the waiting room table, coloring in her book when she looked to Amy.

"Where is Daken?" she asked her.

"I don't know sweetie." Amy told her, not wanting to tell her what she really knew. That Daken was locked away somewhere, that Osborn had asked Amy if she would take care of Maria for now, till things got straighten out.

"Can we see Kim?" she asked.

"Not right now. But I'm sure we will, soon." Amy told her.

"Ok." She said back as she went back to coloring. It was the next day and Maria had missed school, as they were there. Amy smiled to herself as she watched over Maria. She then turned her attention to a man walking towards them, it was Osborn.

"You must be Maria." He said to the little girl as he sat down next to Amy.

"Yeah. Who are you?" she asked him.

"My name is Norman Osborn. I'm a friend." He told her with a reassuring voice. Maria didn't say anything back and went back to what she was doing before.

"How is she?" he whispered to Amy.

"She's a bit better. Still in a coma." She told him. She looked at him. "What the hell happened to her?"

"Her unstable boyfriend happened." He told her, as they whispered, not wanting Maria to hear anything they were saying.

"I know that. I was outside with everyone else when it happened. But, what did he do, what is he?"

"He's a mutant." He told her, now looking at her. "A highly unstable killing mutant. He's been…..getting out of control since recent."

"What are you going to do with him?" she asked, now looking back to Maria.

"I'm not sure of that yet. How much does she know?" he asked, now looking where she was looking.

"Not very much. Only what she saw inside."

"Good. I don't want to damage her." He said as he got up. "And thank you for watching over her."

"What am I supposed to tell her? She's been asking about him."

"Make something up. Kids will believe anything you tell them. I'll keep in touch." He told her as he walked away. Once Kim's doctor finally came and talked to Amy, her and Maria then headed back home, to Amy's apartment. Though once they got back, it was a very different feeling, knowing that a dangerous mutant was living among them that whole time. That it could have been anyone in the apartment complex last night, but wasn't. Amy began to feel sorry for Maria as they walked into her apartment. If for some reason things didn't work out or get better, she would take care of Maria on her own, that she promised.