Power Supreme

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: To some of you who might be confused, yes, I am the original author of this story. I posted this story on Archive Of Our Own on May 3rd, 2021 under the name of Super_Comrade. I didn't post it here because there was no proper category for it. When I found out there was a category for Invincible, I saw that somebody else posted my story on February 2nd, 2022. And I will not let it stand!

If you have any doubts, then contact Super_Comrade on Archive Of Our Own if you want the confirmation of this claim.

And to Paul Crew, if you're reading this, then I have to say I won't let you leech off of my work! Maybe you got too confident about me never posting this story on this site and thus you thought you could just steal it. But you won't. Your theft was already reported, and I suggest you take down what you stole, and make this easy for both of us. And to everyone else who ends up reading this, I hope you also report Paul Crew for stealing my story.

I will slowly start posting it here, and I hope you help me take that thief down. Thank you.

IMPORTANT UPDATE!

The issue of plagiarism has been resolved! The stories are down, and Paul Crew apologized! There is no more feud between us! The story is back to its rightful owner and will continue normally!

AN: Well, this is certainly a more unique one. And by that, I mean that as far as I can tell, I'm the only one who has EVER used this character in a fanfiction story. Granted, he isn't a very famous character but still, it's a shame, and I don't blame you if you never heard of him. I was a big fan of Supreme ever since I picked up the stories written by Alan Moore and hoped to use him someday. And that day has finally arrived! I hope you enjoy it!

A Hero Awakens

Cecil Stedman, the director of the Global Defense Agency, and liaison of the US Government, was very unhappy, to say the least. A frown was present on his scarred face as walked through the secret halls of the agency, overlooking many secret labs that were all working overtime.

What were they working on? A way to defeat Omni-Man, the world's most powerful man. After they found out Omni-Man killed the Guardians of the Globe, the most powerful and most effective superhero team on the planet, finding a way to stop him became priority one for the agency, though they had to keep Omni-Man's betrayal a secret for both the risk of civil unrest and getting Omni-Man's attention.

Omni-Man, or as he is known by his secret as Nolan Grayson, of course, claimed that he didn't do it, that someone else attacked the Guardians and him when they were at the Guardians' secret headquarters, but Cecil wasn't so easily fooled.

Finding the proper door, Cecil entered and saw many scientists hard at work, the greatest minds in the world working hard to crack the puzzle that was the powerful Viltrumite DNA. Right now, several doctors were experimenting on a blood sample that they acquired from Invincible, or Mark Grayson, the son of Omni-Man after his fight with Battle Beast.

"Has there been any progress, Donald?" Cecil asked as he put his hands in his pockets.

Donald, Cecil's assistant looked back at his boss and regretfully shook his head. "I'm afraid we haven't got anything, sir. The Viltrumite blood is so powerful that it shrugs off anything we throw at it, lasers, bacteria, you name it. So far, it seems that nothing can actually stop Omni-Man besides a more powerful force."

Cecil gave a sigh before palming his face. He honestly knew that that would be a probable answer but really hoped it wouldn't.

Donald saw the distressed look on Cecil's face. "Sir, are you alright?"

"How can I be? The most powerful man on Earth kills the world's top protectors for no apparent reason, and if he decided to go against anyone else we wouldn't be able to stop him," Cecil said. "And now when the only possible solution is someone more powerful we are short-handed. Captain Dynamo was killed a little while ago, and Supreme has been gone for years in deep space looking to find himself or some shit like that, and his sister is god knows where.

"The new Guardians, while good, are not nearly enough to be able to stop Omni-Man, Invincible isn't strong enough yet, and Dynamo's kids are hardly ready for such a battle. We need to find another solution, and as quickly as we can."

The two heroes Cecil mentioned, Captain Dynamo and Supreme were amongst the most powerful on the planet, even a match for Omni-Man, but since Dynamo was killed by poison, and Supreme was gone for years by now their involvement was anything but guaranteed.

Donald readjusted his glasses. "I'm sure that an opportunity will appear, sir."

"I hope so, Donald. I hope so."

'Where am I?'

Those were the first things that came to his head when he started regaining consciousness. However, when he tried to move, he found out that he couldn't. His arms and legs were held in something he guessed was really bulky and metallic. When he tried to open his eyes he found out he couldn't do that as well, with something which felt similar to the restraints on his limbs, with something also covering his mouth, but keeping nose uncovered.

'What is going on? Why am I restrained?'

As soon as those questions passed through his head, he tried to remember what happened. However, all of it was blurry, and focusing on any details seemed impossible. He couldn't properly remember anything. He couldn't even remember what he was even called.

But then, he heard some voices speaking.

"Why are we even keeping this one alive? Why not just kill him?" a female voice spoke.

"Because we can't, that's why. You think that wasn't the first thing we tried?" another voice said, male this time. "We can't kill him with brute force, he is too powerful. And none of the technology we have can damage him."

"Then why not just drug him like we are doing now and then have a dozen of us beat him to a pulp?"

"It isn't that simple. The stimulation caused by such actions would trigger his healing factor, rendering the drug's effectiveness to practically nothing."

So they were keeping him prisoner, the restrained man thought as he heard the two speak. For what reason, he didn't know. But he did know one thing.

He wasn't going to stay a prisoner.

He took a deep breath and, subconsciously knowing what to do, began pulling on his restraints.

"Well, what if we…" There was a pause when the woman stopped talking. "Wait, is he supposed to move like that?"

"No, he isn't!" the man spoke in a panicked tone, which the man noticed and began pulling harder, the restraints slowly creaking and groaning from the strain as they began to break. "Damn it, someone didn't give him the proper dosage! Hurry, we need to administer it pronto!"

Not wanting to be immobilized again, the man took action fast. Guided by instinct, he let out some cool breath through his nose, right on the restraints that kept his mouth closed and freezing it. Shattering the restraint by opening his mouth, he took a deep breath before exhaling, letting out a powerful gust of wind from his mouth. Judging from the two groans and crashes he heard, his ploy worked.

He pulled on his restraints, tearing them. His arms were free, shortly followed by his legs as the metal that kept him locked up crumbled to the floor. His hands went to his face and he tore off the metal blindfold on his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found that he could barely see anything, only black and dark blue blotches appeared in his vision. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to get his sight back to normal.

Then his ears were assaulted by the loud noises of an alarm, no doubt triggered by his escape. He was also able to hear several people come to the sight at alarming speeds.

"What's going on here?!"

"He escaped!"

Several voices began speaking, but the man still couldn't see anything properly, just some white blotches.

Then they were suddenly upon him, catching him off guard due to his grogginess. He felt at least three people wrap their arms around him, trying to bring him down with surprising strength. The man then quickly threw two of them away before punching the third.

He knew that there would be more of them upon him, and he wasn't sure that the three that tried to restrain him were incapacitated so he decided not to stay here any longer. However, his sight was still blurry, and he had no idea what the directions in this place were. So he decided there was only one thing to do.

Once again he subconsciously knew what to do, wind slightly gathering around his feet before literally flew upwards, his arms extended forward and his fists clenched. He burst through the roof, and several more after that, showing that wherever he was had multiple floors, and all of the roofs seemed to be metallic as he flew through them.

Then he found himself in the open air as he burst through the last roof, with his vision slightly assaulted by the bright sunlight. He floated in the air, rubbing his eyes from the sudden light. His vision was still blurry but better.

"Don't let him escape!"

He heard someone shout before he was tackled from behind, making him grunt for the surprise attack. Then several more of them tackled him, and more until they seemed to dogpile on him. Not wanting to be captured again, he began spinning around, his arms spread as he moved at super speed. The people who tried to restrain him now found themselves scattered around.

Knowing he couldn't waste a nanosecond more, he flew up, easily breaking the sound barrier. He heard several more sonic booms behind him, and several objects flying after him, and he knew that those were his captors trying to follow him. Luckily, they didn't seem to be as fast as he was.

He soon found himself in the vacuum of space, and this time he really focused on getting away, knowing that here his senses wouldn't be able to properly detect his pursuers.

His flying didn't stop for a long time, and he continued moving forward and making several turns just so he could throw his captors off his trail. How long he was flying, minutes, hours, days, he couldn't properly tell.

His eyes opened before he blinked and tried to rub the blurriness away. It seemed to work as his sight cleared. He was able to make out the stars as they moved around him, he saw several comets passing by him, a smile appearing on his face.

Then he saw something suddenly appear in front of him, a large celestial body, a planetoid most probably. The appearance was so sudden that he wasn't able to properly stop himself before he crashed into it.

Rocky debris surrounded him as he stopped his flight, and he looked back to see that the planetoid was missing at least a third of itself.

The man mentally berated himself for such a mistake and pinched his nose, knowing that he was going too fast to properly stop himself. An amateur mistake.

Then he got a proper look at his arms. They were covered by some golden gauntlets with red fingerless gloves beneath them. He looked down to see a sleeveless skin-tight costume that complimented his muscular physique. It was mostly white, with golden boots and some red around his upper chest and shoulders. Behind him, he saw that had a flowing red cape.

His mind then began to remember things. His hand moved through his short white hair as his blue eyes slowly widened. Yes, he knew exactly who he was.

His name was Ethan Crane. He was…

Supreme!

AN: And there goes our introductory chapter, people! Yes, I am introducing one of Image's more popular characters into the story of Invincible as I hoped he had more interactions with it. I mean, he was supposed to be around when all those events happened so why he didn't appear is beyond me. And yes, I'll be using Alan Moore's version of Supreme, not Rob Liefeld's version of Supreme, with some of my own tweaks to him. Just to note, he will be mostly interacting with characters from the Invincible universe so don't expect other Image Comics characters to show up, like Spawn or from team Youngblood, any of them.

So please, tell me if you liked it, if you found the premise interesting, and if you think I should continue.

See you next time!