Fanfic: Immeasurable
Book 1: Beginnings
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or DC and Invincible characters properties that's used when creating this fanfiction.
Chapter 3: pendulum
From now on this story is going to be told from Lucan's pov with an occasional shift.
April 2nd,2012
Have you ever woken up and just felt a shift in the air? Or just felt like there was something different from the day before you went to sleep. Well, today there is something different.
What's different?
Because right now my face is a few centimeters from my bedroom ceiling. Yes, you heard correctly, I have both feet off the ground. In. The. Air.
You want to know what's the funny thing is. Well before my dad went missing, he would always tell me "Son you're destined to change the world. Destined for greatness like the superheroes you see on tv"
And the thing is I never believed him. Until now. I mean yeah, I never been sick and was tougher than normal, and my strength and speed were out of this world. But I never thought I'd be able to fly.
Now if only I could figure out how to get down.
XxX
Walking down the stairs is a sight that I grew accustomed to seeing every morning and afternoon. Was, mom passed out on the living room couch, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels as if her life depended on it. Which it was according to her.
Walking through the field of beer cans, that was supposed to be our living room floor. Along the way picking up beer cans, and other miscellaneous items that were placed haphazardly around the room.
Placing the items that I gathered, on the side table, with the other cans. accidentally spilling contents on my new shirt.
"Damn it, mom. The least you could do is make sure to finish the damn beer before you open another one." I muttered to myself; my mood slightly dampened from the accident.
Glancing over to the family picture, that was framed above the fireplace. My eyes cutting over to mom a million-dollar smile, on her face playfully pulling away from dad, who had both of his arms wrapped around both of us.
Looking at mom now, face set in a permanent frown, bags under eyes her former beautiful midnight black afro now matted and tangle with gray bleeding in and overtaking the beautiful black hair.
Fat forming where there was previously wiry muscle, and where there was a previously smooth face that could pass for a woman entering her prime. Is now a face riddled with wrinkles, dried tears, and snot. You would think two years have passed instead of two months.
Dads' death hit me hard. But mom…mom took it the hardest. She tried going back to work, despite dad losing his life. Case after case lost and the mounting pressure of it all taking its toll.
Until suddenly it all stopped, she stopped. She stopped going out, she canceled her gym membership. Then that's when the drinking started, she started caring less and less about what she ate. Gone were the homemade meals and replaced with fast foods and junk food.
After cutting off all contact with her friends and coworkers. She stopped going outside, buying new clothes. The only reason I was even fed these past two months. Was because of the school's free food and I snuck moms' card and went and bought food.
I mean look at me I need food. With my abnormal growth spurt, I'm a 12-year-old African American boy standing at 6'6 matching my father's monstrous size and even more muscular.
"Mom…ma…Wake up" Taking the bottle out of her hand, gently shaking her so I wouldn't accidentally hurt her. And now that I'm thinking about it, I need to start testing how strong and fast I am now that I could fly. And even take some boxing and martial arts lessons, I mean I've always loved fighting since a young age. I just couldn't fight any of the other kids in my school. And no one would even think of trying me. Maybe it was because of my size or maybe it was because of my RFM (Resting Murder Face) I don't know.
Hell, now I could be like Superman flying around and saving the day. Of course, I would need a cool suit and a cape or something like a cape. So distracted with my thoughts I didn't even notice my mom waking up before she said something.
"wha… what's going…TERRELL your back!"
Halting her mid-leap, allowing confusion to bloom across her face. Anger fueling me, at the same routine we go through damn near every day for the past two weeks, still a little miffed about my new t-shirt being ruined.
"Ma stop! I'm not dad, I'm tired of going through this routine with you. Dad's gone and he's not coming back. You're not the only one that lost him I did to" letting all my feelings and frustrations from the past two weeks out felt good. I have been bottling that up for months.
All my mom could do was sit there with an aghast look on her face. As I unloaded my anger at her. Then suddenly like a switch was flipped. A look that I never thought would cross my mom's face and if it would, it wouldn't be directed at me.
pure and unadulterated HATE.
"YOUR TIRED…YOUR TIRED! Ever since we found you, you have been nothing but a detriment. You've been nothing but a bad omen, your kind killed my husband. Your kind has been nothing but a danger to this world! I wish I would have convinced Terrell to leave your black ass in that space pod. But no, I wanted to support him"
'You know what grab your things and get the fuck out of my house! and don't come back" With her final words said, mom, reached out and snatched the loosely gripped bottle of liquor from my hand then drunkenly stumbled around me tripping over some beer cans I forgot to pick up.
...
What the fuck did she mean by my kind, killed dad? I'm pretty sure the Justice League announced that those aliens were called Parademons. A heavyweight settled across my shoulders as I thought about what she said.
Then a thought struck my mind like a punch from superman. Flopping onto my bed without care if my considerable weight would break it. But right then I didn't care about anything, a meteor falls from the heavens right now and strikes the earth. I wouldn't care. Because right at that moment I understood why I was so different from normal kids my age.
It wasn't because of some special strand in my DNA that was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather.
It's because I'm an alien.
After that realization, it felt like the final piece to the puzzle was solved. But now there's another puzzle that needed to be solved. Where the hell is my spaceship?
After searching the house for a couple of minutes. I had an epiphany dad would want to put my spaceship somewhere no one would be able to see it. And that would be the basement.
Without a second thought, I rushed to the basement.
XxX
"Wow" that was all I could say as I saw the small (in comparison to my size now) black spaceship. It had had a sleek design with a clear glass panel, and inside the ship was something red and black folded, laying on what looks like a footrest. The ship must have some sort of motion sensor because as I walked around the ship trying to figure out, how to open it.
A small mechanical arm shot out of the head of the spaceship and green light shot out and scanned me before I could react.
'Analyzing genetic structure. Scan complete. Greetings Lucan heir to the Viltrum empire. I am the AI known as Wartime asset Redistribution. But you may call me War. Do you have any request, sir?'
No way… this was so fucking cool; I have my very own robot or AI. I wonder, does it have any way to teach me how to control my powers, and it should have information about what I am.
Should I ask it?
After contemplating for a minute, I realized that War was waiting on me to answer.
"War do you have any information on what I am, and do you have any way to teach me how to control my abilities?" I asked my voice echoing around the basement.
"Yes, milord I was designed to hold the knowledge of the Viltrum empire down to its last detail. Furthermore, I was programmed with all known fighting styles of the Viltrum empire. Also, I hold the last known message from your father. Would you like me to play it?"
Did he just say he had a message from my father? Like my blood-born father. Why didn't he just start with that! I can't believe it, never in a million years would I have thought that I was adopted and to pile on that I was an alien.
Thinking on what war said I can't lie; I was a little hesitant to tell him to play my father's message. Questions were filling my mind a million miles a minute.
Why did he send me here? What am I and did they love me? Ok stop acting like a bitch and tell War what you want. Stop hesitating and just go.
Taking a deep breath, I announced to War "Play my father's last message" after waiting a couple of seconds, a glint of green light shimmered into existence in the dusty old basement.
Suddenly the glint transformed into a bright see-through image. It was like watching your favorite cartoon character come to life straight out of the tv. In any other situation I would be bugging out, but I wasn't because what caught my eye was the giant of a man that appeared in the image or hologram. Man, whatever it's called.
He was an exceptionally large and muscular man that resembles an earthling Caucasian male. He had broad shoulders and was covered with multiple layers of muscle, and was built like a brickshit house, he was even towering over me with a height that had to be at least six foot ten. He has dark close-cropped jet-black hair and a thick black mustache.
He was wearing a form-fitting crimson and grey bodysuit, with a circular symbol broken up by 3 vertical lines in the center of the chest. His lower body is completely covered by a simple grey skirt, and he wears sturdy grey boots. a thick white fur-lined cloak of unknown origin over his shoulders. The cloak itself is red and hangs down to his ankles in a cape-like fashion.
Got damn! Now I see where I get my glare from. I can't believe it this is my dad, and where did he get that cool-ass costume from. Before I could finish my internal monologue a deep and booming voice interrupted me.
'My son, you carry me and all of Viltrum inside you, all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own, and see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. I'm sending you to earth, with the belief that you will be able to properly blend in with the earthlings. That is my will, and these are my last words go on my son and spread glory to The Viltrum empire!' His last words finished dad cut off the recording.
That couldn't be it! There had to be more maybe another message, there just had to be something left so I could hear dad's voice. He's could still be out there right— 'Sir' a voice announced bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Sir there seems to be a leakage coming from your eyes. Do you need assistance?" interrupted War with as much concern as AI can show.
"wha… what are you talking about" my hand coming up to brush my face. My hand was wet with what could only be described as tears, I didn't even realize how clouded my vision was from the salty water leaving my eyes.
Taking a moment to gather myself before responding to War.
"No, War I don't need assistance. It was just a moment of weakness that will not happen again!" I promise that I will not break down like that again, now that I know my father is watching over me.
I will make sure to bring glory to the Viltrum empire!
If only I knew what the Viltrum empire was, I should get War to explain that to me. "War can you tell me what a viltrumite is and what is the Viltrum empire is?"
"I will right away sir. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, before the Viltrumites, set off to conquer the stars, a growing portion of their society reached the conclusion that their god-like physical power and near-immortality gave them not only the right but the duty to govern over the lesser beings that surrounded them.
When their opponents rebuked their ideals, those Viltrumites that valued strength embarked on a horrific task. They expunged all Viltrumites that they perceived to be weak or unfit in a planet-wide civil war. Years later, the population was decimated. The once beautiful planet of Viltrum stood in ruins after the events of the war that would eventually be remembered as "The Purging".
The survivors adopted a brutal doctrine of eugenics. They created several selective breeding programs to ensure that only the strongest of their kind would survive and continue to prosper on Viltrum. From the ruins of "The Purging" rose a new race; a race of brutal conquerors made up of the strongest and most cunning survivors of the great war.
The Viltrumite Empire was born.
With their affairs at home in order, the Viltrumites turned their attention to their neighbors on the planets that surrounded their own. Led by the strongest of their number, Argall, the Viltrumites created the organization responsible for the galactic expansion of the Empire. Thragg served as a member of the Viltrumite World Conquering Committee and was a loyal member of the Viltrumite Empire. He was exceptionally loyal to the Viltrumite Grand Regent Lord Argall and served him loyally up until the moment of his murder.
Argall's murder caused chaos in the Viltrumite Empire, and it was during this time of trouble that the Scourge Virus was released upon Viltrum. In less than a year, 99.9% of the Viltrumite race fell to the deadly virus. It was from the ashes of this debilitating attack that Thragg seized control and under his leadership, the crippled empire endured. With the strongest Viltrumites being your father and mother.
Until they were attacked by an unknown legion of enemies.'
Oh, wow I'm from a race of warriors with near god-like physical powers and near-immortality that gets stronger as I age awesome. "Hey, war when do we start training!"
'We can start right away sir we just need a secluded area where I can set up our base of operations"
Hmmm, where should we go? He said somewhere seclude. Should we go to Africa…Nah to hot and there's no snow, I want to go somewhere with snow. How about the South pole?
Lifting the surprisingly light ship, making sure to step around the old toys and dusty table. Making my way up and out, the steps creaking and groaning from the combined weight of me and the ship. My eyes glancing around to see if my mo…I mean Mia was around.
Not getting anything, I scurried through the kitchen and out the backdoor. Clutching the ship out in front of me, so it wouldn't knock the door off the hinges, while ducking down, not wanting to hit my head or damage the house.
Stepping outside, it felt like I was born anew. I could see small microorganisms inside the glistening drop water on each blade of grass from the morning dew, I could hear the clicking of ants burrowing their way underground. The morning breeze embraced my skin like a loving mother embracing her firstborn child. And the refreshing smell of the roses met my nose like the smell of a freshly baked pie.
Enjoying all the feelings of the sensory overload. Walking over to the middle of my former backyard when I halted mid-step, not even noticing I wasn't even walking anymore.
I was Fucking Flying!
"No way" was all I could utter out. My heart was thundering with anticipation as I floated even higher, almost dropping war in excitement. There wasn't even any fear or concern with my wellbeing because I know if I fall from any height ill survive.
Is this how Superman feels? This amazing feeling of being larger than life? Like a god? Looking down as the ground got further and further away, not stopping until I reached the earth's Troposphere.
"WOOOOHOOOO" screaming out in excitement as I did a little loopy, loop almost hitting a flock of geese on my way up. I was a little concerned with how fast I learned how to fly. But I guess it's a byproduct of being the son of the two strongest Viltrumites.
Alright, let's head to the south pole. Inhaling the slowly thinning air, closing my eyes, and gathering my energy. I didn't just want to break the sound barrier, I wanted to destroy it.
And destroy it I did!
BOOM!
Shooting across the sky in a blur was exhilarating. With a grin on my face that would make the joker envious, I soared through the air with frighting speed. All I could hear was the sound of the wind. How does superman hear when he flies like this? Pushing harder and putting more effort into destroying another speed record felt great.
Until it wasn't. like Icarus flying too close to the sun, my high came down crashing down, just as I did. Tumbling through the air uncontrollably with the winds beating across my body.
Goddamit Lucan gather yourself together! You're wylding right now.
So focused on getting control back I didn't notice the big ass windmill. "Oh shiittttttttt" clutching onto War as hard as I can. Cleaving into the windmill, meatal contorting around my body as I hit it with the force of 1000 missiles. Sending both me and the windmill into the hard embrace of Gaea.
Slamming into the ground like a shooting star falling from the heavens, cutting a long trench across the unknown area until I came to a painfully rolling stop. Then everything went dark for a moment, and I found myself in a crater of some sort. Blinking to Keep my vision clear of dust and debris took more strength than I care to admit. Trying to push myself up took my last remnants of strength along with it went the energy to keep my eyes open.
XxX
Blinking back the thunderstorms swarming my mind, the haze receding to the point where I could make sense of the world around me. Though the edges of my vision flickered and danced, I recognized the crater I made from my unwanted landing. Feeling my clothes become damp.
The smell of ozone filling in my nose and dark clouds filled with the tears of the sky gathered overhead bringing the rumblings of thunder with it. Jolted me fully awake Pushing myself up slowly, my hands gripping the dirt that was slowly transforming into the mud from the downpour of rain. Lifting my aching head up was a hard task, it felt like I was lifting a mountain with just my neck. And no, I don't have a big head it's just that I'm still in pain from my planned crash landing.
Wait where's War!
Shit, I should have gone slower. I should have focused. Fuck now I got to look over this dam—
"Pa…Pa…Over here there's someone in the crater!" screamed a girl's voice.
Tilting my head up and listening to see where the voice came from, I spotted the source of the voice. Even though it was dark and there was a heavy down pour of rain, I could easily see her.
She had deep blue eyes and hair the color of gold that was done up into a ponytail and had fair skin. She looked around fourteen to fifteen years old and stood about 5'7. She was wearing a banana yellow raincoat and rain boots. Examining her even closer it started to look like her coat was becoming transparent. She was standing a little way back from the edge of the crater, looking down at me with what looks like worry.
"AY, are you alright down there" she screamed down at me. Listening closer to her voice, I could hear a heavy dose of southern twang bleed into her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine just a little banged up, I'm coming up now" getting to my feet was somewhat of a chore but I managed. Bending my knees, I gathered what little strength I had. launching myself with no care if she sees me, so I could land in the area around her. When I was hit with what feels like a thousand needles spearing me in the liver, mid-leap.
Miscalculating my jump. Landing at the edge of the crater, the force of my 250-pound body distorted the dirt now turned mud, Caving the edge of the crater. causing me to slip back into the crater along with the excruciating pain in my side.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I bellowed. Clawing and scratching at anything within my reach, which was just mud and air. Making any effort null in void.
Until something soft but firm griped my hand stopping me from going back into the pit of mud and water.
"I got ya big fella" announce the girl. With an ease that should have been impossible for a girl her size, she lifted me, like she was carrying a newborn child. Only putting me down until we were a safe distance away from the crater.
let me tell you something being lifted like a child by a girl a full foot shorter than you, was a blow to the pride no prepubescent boy should feel. But she saved me, so I have no room to talk.
Giving her a once over one more time. I noticed that her skin was pale. Which was odd because we were standing in what looked to be a cornfield. Hey, maybe she and her family were just passing through and saw the giant mushroom cloud of dirt. I made with my crash landing. You know what, now that I'm looking at her, her face scrunched up in what could only be described as absolute disgust. As if she just saw that old video of those two girls with one cup.
"Thanks for the save back there," I said as I took a couple of steps towards her. Instead of acknowledging what I said she kept retreating as I walked towards her. Like we're playing a game of cat and mouse.
"Ok now you're pissing me off! why the hell do you keep backing away from m…" I trailed off. Becoming aware of the fact that she just wasn't staring at my chest.
She was staring at my stomach. Or more importantly the large metal rod, that was where my liver, was supposed to be.
Twisting my neck at an angle where I could see behind me. Instead of it being like a straight pipe. it was bent at a 90-degree angle. So even if I wanted to pull it out which I didn't. I would be doing more harm than good.
"Shit" was all I could utter out as my adrenaline wore off, and I was hit with an insurmountable amount of pain. That felt like I was going toe to toe with superman.
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