Danny lay on the crappy mattress in his crappy apartment and sighed. He had no TV and very few possessions, and so was quite often left bored.
And with nothing to occupy his mind, he was miserable.
Rachel, the woman he once claimed to love, died by his hand. Then Danny got up and poured himself another coffee.
Danny slashed a claw across the throat of Werevamp Max, then drank the coffee down in one gulp.
Victoria Xiang's stomach was warm and soft around his claws. She fell dying to the floor, and the coffee cup rolled out of his hand and crashed on the kitchen tiles.
Danny's legs gave way beneath him and he collapsed to the floor, against the wooden kitchen cabinet. He sobbed once, loudly, and sank his head into his hands.
It was then that he remembered something. Not long ago, when he had burned himself at work. He'd used an organic painkiller generated by his own powers. He concentrated for a moment, and did it again. The painkiller flooded into his system, and he let out a relieved moan.
He slowly stretched out across the kitchen floor.
