Date: 27 Febuary, 20 CLE
Singed walks into the room, but the stench of his poisons arrived five minutes sooner. His long strides echo throughout the building, his footsteps given weight by the giant vat of chemicals harnessed to his back. The chemicals that spill out dissolve all that they touch, but the Chemical Man doesn't even flinch as it comes in contact with his skin.
His mask does nothing more than hide his humanity. It is clear that the toxic vapors cannot be held back by a mere cloth. His eyes dart upward, reading the words but ignoring their meaning. He shifts his bulwark and calmly steps through the door.
He walked through the doors and into his old lab, the familiar scents instilling a nostalgic feeling in him. Curious, he could smell, but even more troubling was his ability to remember anything. He could think clearly. His mind was unaltered by his chemicals, he could see his past for what it was… and he could remember what was about to happen.
He was working on one of his first commissions for Noxus, an agent to kill any non-human life. Only lethal to humans in high dosage, it would kill anything from a Yordle to a yeti with ease. Warwick was overseeing its creation.
"You need to shed your guilt," mused Warwick, standing impatiently over Singed's cauldron.
Singed looked up questioningly, but he had heard this all before.
"Your poisons kill too quickly. You do not delight in the pain our work inflicts, you need to shed your guilt, your humanity."
Singed looked down into his concoction, his restored face twisting in concern. Suddenly, Warwick's hand flashed, a vial headed for the cauldron, and he was in Ionia.
He stood by a catapult, laughing as his chemicals tore apart the forests. Natural beauty, unspoiled for centuries, decaying at his feet in seconds. He suddenly gained a hold of his mind again, suddenly aware of the screams that echoed across the valley. The smell of burning flesh was overwhelming, even at his position. He could close his eyes, but was unable to stop anything. Each of his senses was overwhelmed by death and decay.
As soon as it had begun, he was back in the lab, holding Warwick's wrist back. He remembered what was going to happen. When the chemical hit his concoction, it would create an explosion, the very same one that turned him into the monster he realized he was. It would harden his skin, harden his mind.
"Your humanity is holding you back. I am freeing you, Singed."
He snapped back to attention. He was not yet known by that name.
"If you stop this now, you will never become the monster you are. You will forget all about the League, all about the deaths you caused. You will go back to being a simple lab technician, sheltered from the results of your work. Why do you want to join the League?"
He had forgot the question since regaining his clarity. He thought of the lives he ended, of the pain he caused… does he even regret the consequences of his profession? Even in his present state of mind, he still reveled in the feeling.
He said, "my chemicals will blanket the forests, poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. I will end all life on Valoran if given the chance. I want to test my weapons firsthand."
He let go of Warwick's wrist as the beaker dropped. The ensuing explosion burned his flesh, the agony causing him to black out. Warwick laughed, and through the darkness he heard Warwick's final words before he became the man known as Singed,
"You were always a monster. I just let you out of your cage."