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Raz glanced around as the swirling black sands diminished. She knew what her purpose was; it was to destroy, to kill, to hurt, to make others suffer. And she longed to do it, her fingers were itching to just choke someone slowly and maliciously. But before she could partake in such fun excursions, a voice called her to a nearby pool. "Rasmussen," it hissed. "Come, little one."

Cautiously, the midnight black, red eyed kangaroo hopped over to the pool, and peered down into the water

"Hello?" she asked softly. A figure suddenly appeared in the pool, causing her to blink in surprise. "Who... Who are-"

"Don't be frightened," the pale figure said. "You knew me once, we used to be enemies. But now... Now you can take my place."

Raz blinked in confusion.

"I...I don't know who you are." she admitted. The figure chuckled.

"I am Pitch. And I am the one responsible for this villainous birth of yours."

Raz shrugged.

"I still got no idea who ya' are." she replied, crossing her arms. She wasn't too interested in this knife nosed figure; she had things to do, places to destroy, people to maul.

"No matter; I am simply here to help you." Pitch replied. Raz raised an eyebrow.

"Help me how?" she asked. Pitch extended an arm, his hand lifting towards her from the water. Raz's eyes widened slightly; she was impressed.

"With your image. You need something a little more... Defining."

Raz rolled her eyes.

"What, a pitch black kangaroo with red eyes ain't 'defining' enough?" she asked dryly.

"Trust me." Pitch soothes. "I'll put your internal heat source to some good, decorative use."

Raz placed a paw on her chest, suddenly feeling somewhat protective. Something told her this internal heat source, which she was just now aware of, was to be kept safe and pure, to be used for...something else. Something special. And yet, she wanted to see what this Pitch could do for her. So, taking a steady breath, she slowly reached her paw out, gently intertwining her fingers with that of Pitch.

He grinned wickedly, then seized her paw tightly, light suddenly shining through the clasped appendages. A burning sensation wracked the kangaroo's body loke she'd never felt before, and she tipped her head back with a scream as light began to shine through her fur, cracks appearing in her blackness. She tugged on her paw, inwardly begging the burning to stop, but Pitch refused to release her. Raz was engulfed from the inside out in fiery pain, screaming as loud as her lungs could allow her. What was going on? What was happening to her?