DOOM PATROL:THE UNTOLD MENACE!
Intro:This story is somehow placed after the end events of Grant Morrison's unique run on DP,but is also a rewrite of aftermath events as to better fit the story.
Otherwise,this is also a tribute to one of DC's greatest and at times underrated comic book series-The Doom Patrol,so please enjoy. Now..onto the show!
CH.1.
Atop a hill,a lone cemetery stands,and a lone individual visits to pay his final respect to his departed loved ones.
He was Cliff Steele,AKA Robotman,and he was visiting the graves of some of his fallen allies.
There,the tombstones of Arani Caulder,Scott Fischer,Wayne Hawkins,Joshua Clay and especially Rita Farr stood before him.
In his left metallic hand,a boquet of roses was held.
He took each of the roses and placed one on each grave.
"Even though I wasn't that close to most of them."he thought. "They deserve my respects,even a punk loser like Wayne,or a psycho like Arani. Here's too each of them,even you Josh."
Cliff then took the rest of the roses and placed the entire boquet upon Rita Farr's grave.
"Hey there,Rita."he said. "Sorry I'm late. You won't believe all the hell I and the others went through just recently. It's just as well you were dead anyways…you wouldn't know the chief anymore after what he did. Man--the chief doing some crazy plot with nanite thingies..killing Josh,this crazy monster called the Candlemaker killing the Chief…and the last of us fighting the Candlemaker and stopping the Chief's Nanite scheme.
Like I said…helluva ride."
Cliff then sat down on a stone bench and sighed.
"I've been through a lot myself with the recent events of what trashed most of my life with the Patrol.
Losing other teammates in the recent Invasion,and learning what happened to some who left. Hell…even my horse ranch was completely destroyed in the Alien Invasion. Steve and Gar miss you an awful lot Rita.
I still can't believe Caulder didn't save you like he should have…bastard. I can't believe even after I trusted him--well…at least we spent better times together when the Patrol was together eh?"
"Reminds me of the time ---we fought something that came back more than once. Something that was made by the Brotherhood of Evil."
FLASHBACK:THE 1960'S…
At the Brotherhood of Evil HQ…
The Brain and Monseuir Mallah were busy and hard at work for a new scheme that would spell ultimate doom for their enemies the Doom Patrol as well as the rest of the world.
The Brain sat beside Mallah as the sentient Gorilla handled the process of working the computer controls in front of them.
Standing before them inside a glass bubble was a convict from prison. He had a bald head,a scar on his right cheek and was wearing a prison uniform.
The man's name was Greg Strokes,a convicted thief and murderer. He was sentenced to Midway City,but the Brain had him smuggled out just for this expirement.
"You have been chosen out of the many candidates for my experiment,Mr.Strokes. You should be honored."said the Brain.
"Only thing I wanna be honored about is getting outta here!"said Greg. "Or at least get some freaky powers like you said I was."
"The Brain always keeps his word,monsieur."said Mallah. "Just be patient,the working process is almost ready."
"Yes."said the Brain. "I have worked out a formula process similar to the experimentation that made Sven Larsen become the Animal Vegetable Mineral Man. I have created a process that will make a mere human into a powerful and transformable super being.
One that will be powerful enough to destroy the Doom Patrol!"
"The process is now ready,Monsieur Brain."said Mallah.
"Then--BEGIN!"said the Brain.
Mallah pulled the lever and thousand of volts of energy surged into the bubble that Greg stood in.
"ZZZAAAAPPP!"
"AAAAARRRRGHH!"cried Greg as his entire body was set ablaze from the energy.
While it was happening,his body began to change shape and color.
"It is working ,monsieur Brain,it's working!"said Mallah.
"GOOD-GOOD!"said the Brain.
Within a whole minute,Stroke's body took on a strange grayish color and stood like a statue.
"Stop the activation!"said the Brain. "I think it's complete!"
"Yes,Brain."said Mallah as he turned off the maschine.
The bubble raised automatically and Greg Strokes appeared to have become a transformed man.
"Mr.Strokes..?"said the Brain. "How do you feel..?"
Greg smiled and then began to elongate and twist and shape his form to unbelievable forms.
"I FEEL--LIKE A MILLION BUCKS,BRAIN!"he said. "I got powers,I'm one of them superhumans now!"
"Yes,thanks to my efforts. And with your power,you will become the newest member of my Brotherhood. And with your power,we shall rule the world!"
"Sounds good to me,Brain."said Greg. "When do we begin?"
"We shall begin..once a certain test is performed."said the Brain.
"A--test..?"said Greg. "What kind of test?"
Mallah handed a photograph of a trio of strange individuals.
One was an orange robot of some kind,one was a pretty young lady with brown hair and one was wrapped in bandages and were wearing red and white costumes of some kind.
"These..are my enemies…the Doom Patrol!"said the Brain. "You must destroy them--at all costs!"
Greg smiled wickedly.
"Okay,Brain,you got it…I'll kill the Doom Patrol for ya."he said.
"Yes,and last but not least,a code name you shall have."said Brain.
Greg started to shift and form his body into a variety of shapes and sizes from metallic to organic objects.
"He can form anything master."said Mallah."Better than that fool Larsen's powers."
"Then--FORM shall be his name! Beware Doom Patrol--YOUR TIME HAS COME! HAHAHAHA!"
Next in Ch.2:THE ORIGINAL DOOM PATROL FACES THE BROTHERHOOD'S NEWEST CREATION FOR THE FIRST TIME AND MORE WILL BE REVEALLED ABOUT THIS FORGOTTEN MENACE AND HOW THE REST CAME TO BE ABOUT HIM!