Danny slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. He was in a dank, dimly lit basement, from the look of it. He tried to move, but found his arms were chained to the wall behind him. “What the hell...?”
He felt the sudden sting of a syringe in his back. “OW!” he snapped. He struggled to reach for it, but he suddenly doubled over, holding his stomach. It felt as if pure liquid magma were filling his body.
“W-what...what’s happening to me...?” With a shaking hand, he rolled up his sleeve, seeing an orange glow coursing through the veins in his arm. His eyes widened as he finally understood: it was Talbot. That bastard had captured him and pumped him full of serum.
Darkness began to eat at the corners of his vision as the pain grew more intense. Suddenly, his belly began to churn and rumble, and then swelled as if it were being pumped full of air. Finally, it burst open in a shower of blood and pus.
“Motherfu....” was all Danny managed to say before falling unconscious.
When he awakened, he was back outside; where, he wasn’t sure. The pain had faded, but he could feel the serum dripping from every orifice he had. He touched his face, finding that his mask seemed to have fused with his flesh. He felt something moving on his upper arms: flaps of loose skin, undoubtedly another result of Talbot’s serum. His hands curled into fists. “This is gonna be one hell of a night,” he growled in a deep, raspy voice.
((Let the Blighted Danny event BEGIN!!!))