Welp, I was hit with writers block for my VTM story and started thinking about two different ones to try and keep my juices flowing. Taking place in the DC universe. One would be somewhat of a crossover with DBZ huge thing would be that I would be taking very few characters from DBZ and adding them to DC, and how the dragon balls would work and all that would be even more limited so that it can't be abused. Anyway, that's for another time if I decide to write it.
The other story I thought of was the one I'm doing here. I think it'll be a good starter, and even though I have multiple going now, when I hit writers block for one I can go back to the others to see what has been conjured up in my head. I still have an idea of what I want to do in my Legacy of Caine story but there's some parts I'm hitting that aren't coming out the way I want. I don't want it to just be a one to one, of VTMB in terms of dialogue although I do want to stay as true to the pre-existing characters as possible.
As for this story, I'm taking elements from every version of DC comics. Given I'm not an avid reader but I do know a lot of lore from before and after New 52 so I'll mix and match and what have you trying to make sense of the cluster fuck most comics are. I love/hate them. You'll see reference to something out of universe as well but I wouldn't really consider this a crossover since it's all made to form into DC rather then merge two universes. You'll see.
I've wasted enough time on this Author's note. It's pretty much my whole first page. Welp, you know the drill I don't own shit, usually I would say except my OC's but one of my OC's is only partially an OC... you'll see what I mean. I hope you enjoy.
Fawcett City, Minnesota. A city with a 1940's feel to it's architecture. The sky was darkening by the second, most would have assumed day was giving way to night, but if you owned a watch or simply weren't dense, you would know that it was too early on this August summer day for night to be taking hold.
Where moments ago the sun was blazing in the sky, with the highest recorded sweltering heat in the region for quite some time, now was replaced with a cold chill, and storm clouds. Confused citizens were hurrying to their cars or to get in doors as strong winds were now threatening to turn into hurricanes. Lightning struck near Sivana tower, the deafening roar of thunder not far behind due to it's proximity.
The only one that wasn't running for cover was the 18 year old male who stood in horror at the sight before him.
Erik Torsten would probably tell you that he was just like any other recently graduated high school student, looking to go travelling for a few years before deciding on a school or career to settle into.
This of course was a lie.
Erik Torsten, had short, dark brown, slightly curly, thick hair. He was the first of his friends to grow facial hair and kept a well groomed full medium length beard. He had a slightly fairer tone to his complexion, with strong, almost square jaw, pronounced brow, and hard features. He was no pretty boy by any means, but did get compliments on his handsome looks, despite just starting to show signs of coming out of his teenage awkward stage. He was tall, a few inches over 6 feet, and buff. He didn't look like he'd be the strongest kid in any given situation, but he knew better.
He learned at a young age, he wasn't a typical child. The truth of his existence and origin were unknown to him, but due to the development of Meta-humans on earth, like the recently debuted speedster from Central City, or that elastic criminal Patrick O'Brien, and his mother's vehement denial of boning an alien, Erik has come to the conclusion that he must have the same gene. Nothing in particular awakened his powers, save for maybe hitting puberty. Talk about going through some unexplained changes.
The young man's shock quickly faded to anger as he dropped his groceries on the side walk, and made his way to the horrid car accident he just witnessed. He could tell that at least the driver was dead on impact. A mini-van had been struck on the drivers side by a garbage truck that ran a red light. The mini-van was mostly hit in the front making it tumble on an angle, it travelled diagonally across the intersection before landing on the roof and skidding to a stop by the sidewalk. There was a family owned bistro on the corner of said intersection, some people had come out either having heard the crash from inside or saw it from a window and began pulling out their phones to call for 911. The driver of the garbage truck, got out, seemed to check the minivan briefly before slinking away. Somebody called out to him to stop which caused him to pick up his pace. A couple of guys gave chase around the corner and Erik would have loved to put his boot in that bastards ass for committing a hit and run but knew his strength was needed to help anyone that may have survived.
Rushing up to the van, he beckoned for everyone to get back as he surveyed the damage. Crouching down, Erik got in real close to see that the driver indeed was killed on impact. His mangled torso was horrific, could barely make out his features due to the damage, he was white with dark hair, and even that was matted in blood. The 18 year old quietly prayed for his soul. Looking past him, he saw the passenger, a woman was badly injured, and not likely to make it. Deciding to give it a shot he stood back up and made his way around the van. As he made it to the passenger side, he heard the woman take a sharp breath, begin crying as she undoubtedly looked over to the driver and was now aware of the accident they had been in. As Erik knelt down, a fire started in the cars hood.
"Damn, don't worry miss, I'll get you out of here." When the young man's gaze turned to the woman, she was inspecting herself, shaking her head, and then turned to the back seat. She was covered in lacerations, bruising was starting to form on parts of her face and most of her exposed arms. Her hair was also matted with blood, Erik surmised she had probably smacked her head hard, maybe even more then once.
"Hey, kid, whatever you're going to do, do it quick. If you need a hand just say so but that fire is going to be real bad for us real soon." A burly man that had came out of the restaurant was standing behind Erik.
"Ambulance and Fire Department are 3 minutes out." A woman who just got off the phone spoke up.
"Too bad Superman or Wonder Woman don't regularly come out this way." Another man had spoken next.
"Please..." The woman from inside the car had grabbed Erik's hand that was now placed on the door, ready to tear it off. His mother's rule about using his full strength in public be damned. He gave pause as he noticed just how much blood she was covered in. His expression fell, adopting a sullen look.
"Miss, if I can get you ou-" He started but the woman interrupted him.
"N-no... I-I'm already... d-dea-dead. My boy... p-please save my..." She didn't need to finish the sentence. Erik knew, he probably could get both out but he needed to focus on the child. The woman may very well be correct about her situation. Death was just cruelly taking it's time with her.
"You have my word." Erik gave her a weak smile and a slight squeeze of her hand one moment, then immediately moved to the back passenger door. The glass somehow wasn't blown out and the boy was crying.
"Hey kid, look at me." Erik's deep voice penetrated the glass and gained the attention of the wailing child. He couldn't have been more then five years old. "I'm going to get you out, but you have to cover your face, understand?"
"D-do as h-h-he says sweetie." The mother holding herself together for her child, biting back her sobs. The boys crying was reduced to a whimper as he nodded and put his arms over his. "Good... th-that's my s-s-strong little m-man."
Erik seeing the kids face was now covered clenched his fist, and with two strikes, broke the glass. The now gathered crowd gasped as they saw the young man's bare fist go through a car window. Erik reached in, trying to unhook the seat belt, but the kid was in the middle seat and the buckle was on the other side of the boy. The kid couldn't get it loose. It didn't help Erik that the woman's seat was broken and reclined most of the way back. With the door still attached to the car he wasn't going to reach the kid, and he needed to considering the crowd behind him shouted in horror as the fire erupted and intensified in it's spread.
"Get him out of here now! PLEASE!" The mother shouted, tears streaming up her face. Erik quickly crawled out and faced the crowd, some were approaching to help.
"No! Get back, I can do this I just need space." Not waiting for a response, he turned and placed one hand on the door, clenching down on the newly made opening form the broken window, then with his other hand, slammed it into the the spots where the hinges would be to break and loosen it up. After a few strikes, you could see that the door was now dented, and warping enough that he could fit some of his fingers into the small spot. He began pulling, and the metal bent to his will. Eventually, he could get his whole other hand wrapped around where he had started bending the door back. He then braced himself and with a mighty heave, tore the door right off the car. He nearly threw it behind him from the vehicle relinquishing it's hold on the door, but he held on to make sure he didn't kill somebody with it, tossing it to the ground next to him.
Pushing the woman's chair forward she groaned in pain, Erik now realizing her ribs were probably shattered, and the and she may have massive internal bleeding. From what he could tell, the boy was definitely not that injured. He had some small cuts, but nothing seemed to serious. Not being a doctor, he was still gentle with the boy while keeping in mind the speed at which he now needed to move. Placing a hand on the boy to keep him pressed against the seat as to not fall on his head, the young Torsten grabbed the strap of the seat belt and easily ripped it off. The kid looked in astonishment at his strength.
Collecting the boy, Erik moved him out and away from the car, telling the crowd to watch him and keep him away from the car, as the kid wanted to help his mom.
"Okay miss, it's your turn." The mother, relieved her child was now a safe distance away from the car, and appeared to be alright, just weekly nodded. The smoke was filling her lungs now, and although Erik didn't appreciate the infernal cloud infiltrating his lungs, he was not hindered by it in the slightest.
Opting for the same method the young man completely removed the car door with ease. When he leaned down, he saw that the recently widowed was more injured then he had initially believed. Her legs had become crushed by the car console, and the flames from the engine igniting were burning her, but she appeared to not feel it.
That or she refused to scream in front of her son.
Even more angry at the pain caused by that driver, he used it to fuel his strength and forcefully pushed the front console off her legs. The woman threw her hands up over her mouth stifling a agonizing scream. Her skin was blistered and charred, and her shins were protruding from her legs.
"I'm sorry, I'll try to be more gentle." Erik reached in and grabbed the seat the woman was in, and ripped it out of the car. The seat and woman were light enough, and backed out of the car with the mother still hanging upside down, once she was out of flipped frame of the mini-van, Erik gently placed her right side up and removed the seat-belt, opting to use the chair as a way to safely carry her.
"Somebody cover her legs with something. Her kid shouldn't see this." A woman in the crowd was covering the kids eyes, much to his chagrin. A woman from the restaurant on the corner hurried out with large table cloth that looked new and placed it over the injured woman. She took a step back a hand over her mouth. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Where's my son?" The woman weekly called. She looked very pale, the blood loss and her injuries were too much. She was probably holding on to life solely to say goodbye to her son. The boy in question ran forward. Erik now noticing the kid had short black hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a blue T-shirt with a red 'S' emblazoned across his small torso. Superman had just revealed himself to the world earlier that year, and he had garnered enough popularity to the point where he already had paraphernalia.
The kid nearly leapt at his mom until he realized that she was covered in blood and was worried he would hurt her. He gently snuggled into her and she weekly wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you honey, your father and I will always love you forever. Please... I know it's hard, but remember what we taught you." She pulled her son's face back to look into his eyes.
"Mommy." The boy was sputtering quiet sobs, tears endlessly streaming down his face. Erik was finding it exceptionally hard to stay and watch. He wanted to go find that bastard who was responsible for this and beat him to death for running like a coward.
The woman, painfully, leaned down and kissed her son on his forehead. Staring into his eyes.
"Remember what we taught you. You are a good boy, and I know you'll grow into a good man. Be good, and good will follow. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but I promise you compassion, empathy, helping those in need, is the most rewarding thing in life, next to having a child like you." The boy choked back his sobs as he nodded his head.
"I promise to be good Mommy. I promise." Returning to their embrace, the mother sobbed.
"I know. I love you, Billy." They sat in their embrace, the only noise were the sobs of the child and the people in the crowd. Erik was shedding tears but holding firm, clenching his fists. Storm clouds were swirling over head, he knew he needed to calm down so that the whether could get back to normal, having an understanding that when he felt such intense emotion the whether seemed to react poorly.
As an ambulance and fire truck approached the scene, lighting struck in the distance, quickly followed by thunder as Erik noticed the woman slump, and her arms go limp from her grasp around her son.
His name was Billy, and Erik Torsten vowed to avenge him and his family.