AN: Set during The Ultimate Enemy. A little description of the buildup to what creates Dark Dan.~
Normally, he was dormant within the others' mind, so the pain wasn't immediately obvious. It was like there was a rodent, scratching at his subconscious to be noticed.
And then, something stabbed his chest.
Although he had no mouth, he screamed as loudly as he could, begging for it to cease. There were claws rooting around, trying to wrench him out of the body he inhabited. Hadn't he been through enough already? Doing his best to survive the onslaught of emotional turmoil after losing everyone his human half cared for; was the universe truly turned against him, sending wave after wave of tragedy until he had nothing left to give?
The pain gave way to rage. NO. I am MORE than this.
A flash of light, and he was being held aloft by Masters, his hands covered by monstrous-looking gloves. Again the elder halfa was sticking his nose where it didn't belong. The hot anger intensified, and he threw the man away from him, letting out a small cry as the claws ripped from his form. He could feel ectoplasm dripping from his chest, leaving a trail on the floor as he approached the gloves glinting in the laboratory's lights.
Since Masters liked disassembling people so much, perhaps he should return the favor.
I see Dan's creation as a product of more pain and anger than actual evil, at least at first. He was just a boy who'd been hurt so badly that he'd set the world on fire, if it meant taking the pain away.
Hope you enjoyed!~