Summary: Vander was not the only one created. Singed made others like him. He called his creations...Chimeras. Vander was not the first.
Warning: Unethical medical practice, pushing boundaries between moral and immortal, medical torture
a/n: I've been hyper fixating on Arcane again and the whole universe especially Warwick and Singed. No one asked for this but here is...this. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Vander wasn't the first creation. Not even Rio. No there was one before. Vander was the first public Chimera that he let loose. Rio was the first experiment he showed someone else.
No this one...she was the first. Where morality and immorality snuck into Singed head. He had just lost his daughter and his mind was shattered. Couldn't accept this fact. Next to her in the hospital laying on her own death bed was another. Barely older than his daughter dying due to something she had no control of. A heart that had a hole in it. Couldn't beat properly and there was nothing that could be done.
These kids...had...should have long lives ahead of them but instead they were coming to terms with the end. Barely making it out of single digits. Every time Singed went to visit his daughter, she would be there holding a stuffed tiger playing with it. Going on grand adventures.
Then she got sicker. They both did. Singed could do something. He couldn't just do nothing as a scientist.
"He decides morality is secondary to survival and progress"
The night that both girls closed their eyes for the last time two beds became empty. He could fix this. Make them better. Make her daughter better. Of course, he would never experiment on his own flesh and blood. He needed a subject and luckily there was her.
Ethics started to blur, right and wrong didn't matter. He could fix this, bring her daughter back to life. Maybe that was his downfall, his spiral. Because he didn't see what he was doing just saw his daughter lying there. He couldn't accept death so easily.
Months. Months he spent sticking every chemical known to human and unknown to humans into his subject. Suspended her with tubes of liquid pumping into her small body. Shoving every possible regenerative DNA into her watching her.
The more he pushed the more she faded away. Became less human. Less like the little girl he stole that night and more into...something...unheard of. He would be rewarded yes. Deemed the greatest scientist to live. For bringing the dead back alive.
But as it was his first subject. There was error. Things went wrong. Whatever he messed with in her biology in her body couldn't take it. Wasn't compatible with it. She didn't make it. But he got what he needed from her. What he needed to change and fix. What went well and what went horrible.
He kept her hooked up to the tubs and let the liquid still pump through her body even though it would make no difference. There was nothing living in her anymore.
All that was left was a mutated tiger dangling from the ceiling the tiny worn stuffed tiger dangling from its claw.
His horrible sense of humor turning her into the one thing that gave her comfort.
