You could say this came to me in a dream but its a DC Gamer fic.
This is how Dream would tell the story, Enjoy.
Rage. The purest human emotion- the most powerful one. To be pushed to the purest form of rage to be livid beyond insanity. What is it for? What is its purpose? To rage against the unfairness of the world. Without rage, we would not understand the importance of calmness, patience, and understanding- we would not understand the importance of it at all. But what of the senseless all consuming- all burning wrath that drives a man over the edge of reasoning and nothing separates him from a rabid dog- needing to be put down?
Those were the thoughts that consumed my mind had I been more focused on them. Rather, my focus was centered on the dull ache of my knuckles, the blood covering them, and the bloodied and deformed man at my feet. I picked up my hands once more and brought them down with all my might and it met his face with a dull thud and a sickening crack as my fist met his nose. There was a voice in the background- shrieking I imagined. I couldn't bring myself to care, I looked at the bloodied and bruised face and brought my fist down again, and again and again. I shivered feeling the crack of bones beneath my hands and my knuckles screaming but so was the man beneath me. Once more I heard it- screeching I brought my fist down again and with a mighty swing I silenced it.
Just to be sure I stood and stomped and stomped and stomped. I stomped until his skull deformed and I stomped until I could feel the wet ooze of his brain covering my foot.
I felt a high. I was positively- truly ecstatic. The adrenaline in me might have had a lot to do with the fact that the man beneath me was well and truly dead.
I couldn't help it I let out an honest-to-God laugh.
I laughed a hoarse dry and cracking laugh. I doubled over and held my stomach and shook with sheer mirth. I laughed so hard my lungs were gasping for air and I granted them that pleasure and laughed harder. I could feel the bladed object sticking out of my stomach and the blood spurting out and drenching the corpse and my shirt in blood. I laughed at the senselessness of it all.
I tried standing and my knees almost gave from under me, and I almost cursed. The adrenaline was wearing off. I collapsed face-first onto a pool of my blood and I nearly gave up. At this point, I was delirious and couldn't form a proper thought. I knew that I would be dead long before I got to a hospital.
The cops would probably have a field day examining the bodies. But as I was slipping I couldn't help but feel frustrated.
This was how I died. All I had lived for was just gone. No- I refuse. I lived and would not die like this. A white-hot burning fire of pure rage burned every fiber of my being.
No- I fought I clawed and scraped for every inch of what I had and all of it was to be gone because of some idiot down on his luck?
NO.
No. No.
I REFUSE.
No… I don't want… go… it's not my ti-
Darkness. I can't say I was fond of it but that was my reality for the moment. A shame I hoped I would cease to be after death but if this was my current situation the existence would be mind-numbing.
I can't say for how long I stared at the void and it stared back. I felt as if I had fallen into the gaping maw of non-reality but I did what I was best at. I fought.
I fought for my sanity as I sat there for what felt like eons upon eons. Time was but a foreign concept to me and I was nothing before it.
I- I lost myself, I lost my mind, and I was desperate for a release from this torture.
Voices. Voices- cut through the silence. Two voice.
One male and the other female. She was… begging?
"Please don't take him. He's the only thing left, please!"
"I'm sorry ma'am we can't let you have him this household isn't safe for a child his age. Sorry ma'am." A gruff male voice rang out.
What was this? Sensation was now being brought back. I was being held. I wasn't fond of the feeling.
"Please! I'll become better just give me back my Mark." She sobbed out.
"No ma'am." The man said.
Ahhh yes. Sight it was coming back too. What was this? I could finally see the sight in front of me.
I was being held by a man and a woman was pleading with him to let her keep me.
Keep me? I'm a man. Wait how is he holding- wait wait wait wait. I get it.
This was a second life.
The man who was cradling me turned and started walking to a car.
The woman who was probably my mother was still screeching behind him.
He opened the backseat and put me in a baby seat, buckled me up, and made his way to the driver's seat.
He quickly drove out and ignored the woman begging him.
I was always surrounded by chaos, wasn't I?
I was in DC. I was sure of that unless there was another city called Gotham City I wasn't mistaken.
"Awesome job Mark! I didn't know you could read such big books.
I glanced up at the woman from my spot on the floor, as I read a 5th Grade book I could finish in my sleep. She looked at me with something akin to awe.
I was for those wondering in a foster home. The woman who was pleading with the man was indeed my mother, Deborah Grayson.
And the name was familiar. It took me a while to place where it was from, it was from the Invincible Comic Book universe and that was the mother of the protagonist, Mark Grayson. That would so happen to be me. My father was unknown but if I was correct in my past assumption he was Nolan Grayson a Viltrumite Male who was sent to Earth to impose the way of the great Viltrumite Empire. But no one under that name was known and no one called Omni-Man was known. So if all was true to the original comics then I was a Viltrumite-Human hybrid.
"Thanks, Karen!"
… it hurt me to say that.
"Ooh, Mark it's okay you can call me Mom."
The overbearing Karen was my foster mother. I wasn't fond of her but I had to keep up the appearance of a cheery one-year-old.
"We really ought to send you to school. You'll be so smart over there!" She smiled.
"Someday," I replied.
"But I'll leave you to your reading."
Oh, thank God.
But I'll need to find out what I am an-
MISSION UNLOCKED!
WHO OR WHAT ARE YOU?
You're in a world you never thought you'd be in and you don't even know what you are. You live in a Gotham City foster home and they aren't broke. So find your mother and ask her about the mysterious figure that is your father and your true origin.
Objective:
Find your mother and find out what you are.
Bonus Objective:
Find your Father.
Time Limit:
Before you turn 18
(17 years)
Rewards:
100,000 Exp
?
(Yes) (No)
Huh. Now that's interesting.
I took a deep breath and hit accept with not but a thought. Shit, I mean 17 years? Give me a week.
6:26 AM
It was a Sunday morning a day where no one wanted to do anything and coupled with the fact it was early in the morning I mean no one was up.
I sneakily strode into my caretaker's rooms. I refuse to call them my parents. It'd be a disservice to the parents of my past life.
I peaked my head inside and-
By sneakily moving in the shadows and making little to no noise, the skill, "Stealth" has been created!
Stealth (Active) Lv.1
The art of moving silently and unseen, Sneaking allows you to traverse enemy territory, infiltrate secure locations, and evade detection. Masters of Sneaking can blend into the shadows, making themselves nearly invisible even in plain sight.
- Increases speed by 10% per level.
- Enhances efficiency by 10% per level.
- Boosts dexterity stat every ten levels.
Cool. My first skill, still these abilities were more of a boon to my life.
I mannered around the room to minimize the sounds created but I was a one-year-old I wasn't that heavy and was small. I made a mental note to myself that these people were anything but gentle and quiet sleepers.
I finally was at my objective, I tiptoed to look at the top of the nightstand and saw my goal. A wallet, more specifically my male caretaker's wallet. I snatched the thing looked inside and removed the cash.
By stealing from your caretakers while they sleep and without their knowledge, you have created the skill of "Thieving" has been created!
Thieving (Active) Lv.1
The cunning craft of taking what isn't yours, Thieving is an essential skill for any rogue or adventurer looking to make a profit from the shadows. Adept thieves can lift valuables without a sound, open locks without a key, and disarm traps with ease.
- Increases speed by 10% per level.
- Enhances efficiency by 10% per level.
- Boosts dexterity stat every ten levels.
Damn, can't I put these things on mute? I counted my profits and in my hands, I had 502 dollars in cash. Should I take the cards? No, they can be tracked.
I left the room and spared a glance back. I expected some sort of emotion from this as they took care of me but here I was stealing from them… nah I don't feel anything.
I opened the door and booked it as far as I could run and as fast as I could.
It must have been a comical sight, a one-year-old running in the early morning with a bag on his back-
From using a not-so-hidden skill, the skill "Running" has been created!
Running (Active) LV.1
The cornerstone of agility and endurance, Running enhances your ability to move swiftly and tirelessly across all terrains. Whether escaping danger, chasing down foes, or traversing great distances, mastery in Running ensures you are always ahead of the pack.
Gives double speed every ten levels
That was nifty. But now that I was out of the house and hopefully neighborhood I could make my way to a library and start my research there. After that If she's far enough I'll take a bus to her but if I can't then I have enough money and clothes to last me 2 weeks.
Running leveled up by 1!
I was getting exhausted. I sat down on a curb to rethink my course of action. I-I didn't know where a library was and this was Gotham it's dangerous you can't just go up to random people even more so if you're a one-year-old child with no way to defend yourself.
But what were my choices? I looked around and found a small deli. I strode inside and my arrival was signified with the ringing of the bell attached to the door. I looked around and made my way to the clerk.
I took a deep breath and put on my most Oscar-winning performance.
"Hiya there, sir!"
For putting on a performance for the ages, "Acting" has been made!
I could see the confusion on his face as he looked for who spoke but he couldn't find anyone.
God how I hate my childlike body.
"Down here mista!" He looked down and saw me. I could see the surprise on his face then shock and confusion, then the weariness as he looked around for what I presumed to be my parents.
Finally, he spoke, "Um hi there, where are your parents?"
"Aww um, I think they went to the library mista. So could you point me to where it is?"
"Oh um, it's down 3 blocks, and take a left."
"Thank you mista bye!" I said.
I left before he could ask any more questions. I took his directions and lo and behold there it was. I made my way in and immediately went to the computers ignoring the looks I received.
I typed in 'Deborah Grayson' and started.
8:46 AM
I rose from my seat and stretched out all the sore spots from my body. All in all, I found everything I wanted. I found her address and it was still in Gotham but I had to duck the police because I assumed that my caretakers had already filed a missing person report and notified the police. Oh, and they probably noticed the money I took.
I was just about to leave and make the arduous trek to her home but the Universe had different plans for me.
"Hey there little man!" My gaze turned towards the obnoxiously cheery and loud voice.
John, Lv.9, Gotham Public Library employee.
I blinked.
"Where's your mommy little guy?"
Oh, how I loathed being a child.
"Leave me alone please," I said 'please' just to be nice. I mean I had manners.
"I can't do that little man I-"
"I repeat leave me the fuck alone… please." I was quickly being pissed off.
Silence.
I turned to leave but a rough hand picked me up and quickly muffled me. I fought his grip but he quickly left the library and threw me in the trunk.
The car vibrated signifying that it started and it quickly took off. I fumbled with the muffle before taking it off and kicking against the cover of the trunk.
Due to repeated actions, "Power Kick" is now created!
I couldn't be bothered to read the rest. We quickly came to a stop and just as he opened the trunk I leaped up and used the just-obtained skill to kick him in his jaw. He spun for a moment and was disoriented. I tried to use this moment to run away but he recovered and grabbed me.
I used my last resort and screamed at the top of my childish lungs.
"Rape! Rape! Rape!"
PUNCH!
-53HP!
Ouch.
"Shut up you damn brat."
I tried blinking away the stars and black spots in my vision. While I was busy trying not to faint he twisted the lock of a house and threw me in.
-8HP!
"Oh, you're going for it all today huh." I croaked in pain.
I was wondering why he started putting on gloves and a surgical gown.
Oh, fuck no-
Gamers' vision flashed into existence.
John Jonas, The Organ Thief
Level: 45
MP:100/100
HP:1200/1200
Race: Human
Attributes:
Strength: 75
Dexterity: 120
Intelligence: 110
Endurance: 85
Charisma:84
Wisdom:67
Affiliations: Gotham Black Market
Occupation: Organ Thief
Alignment: Evil
Bio
John Jonas, once a promising surgeon, fell from grace due to his insatiable greed and moral corruption. Disbarred from the medical community for unethical practices, he turned to the dark side of his craft. Jonas leverages his extensive medical knowledge and surgical skills to extract and sell organs on the black market.
Shitshitshitsh-
Breathe.
I took a deep breath and thought out a route of escape. Why me? How many bloody one-year-olds are in Gotham?
Fucking hate this city.
My eyes narrowed in focus. I focused on getting free but my legs and arms were duck-taped behind my back but I could squirm enough to tuck my legs from my spot on the floor.
I saw him approaching me and it must've looked like I was tucked because I was scared but I waited until he was within reach.
Then, I kicked out with a power kick.
That caused him to fall on top of me but I did another power kick in front of his falling face.
The momentum he gained from falling and the charged-up kick rocketed his head back and broke his nose with a sickening
CRACK!
Blood spurted from the wound and he fell on top of me but rolled off to the side. I tucked in my body once more and sprung with another power kick into the air on my feet.
I could hear him groaning next to me. I squatted and power kicked into the air and my feet came down on his skull with another crack.
Again not enough.
Power Kick!
Power Kick!
Power Kick!
Power Kick!
I stomped on his head again and again and again until I could feel the wet ooze of his brain covering my feet.
Ironic that's how I killed the other person before I died.
I stared at the mess of brain matter and fragmented pieces of bone on the floor.
Random En-
No.
I dismissed it with a thought.
I looked at the corpse and myself. I expected a sense of horror or revulsion but I felt… nothing.
This was too easy. It felt way too easy.
That somehow pissed me off. I expected more like a fight. Weird. But everyone was like this and they were at every corner.
This was reality. I laughed at it.
I stared for a moment. "Status," I spoke
Name: Markus Sebastian Grayson
HP: 39/100
MP: 100/100
Level: 8
Race: ?/Human
Occupation: Civilian Child
Title: N/A
Alias / Aliases: N/A
Affiliations:?
Alignment: Neutral
EXP: 135/1000
Money: $512
Attributes
Strength: 4(?)
Vitality:8(?)
Dexterity:7(?)
Charisma:12
Intelligence: 72
Wisdom: 62
Luck: 3
Status
Buff: N/A
Debuffs: N/A
Foils
(Somewhat Tragic Backstory: +20% encounter rate with Villans and Heros.)
Boons
N/A
Bio
"Mark" Sebastian Grayson is the son of Deborah Grayson and ? Deborah is a normal woman who was young and in love with? Before the birth of her son- a reincarnated adult male from another world. Due to Mark's birth, she fell into alcoholism and left for the majority of the day at times leaving Mark hungry and screaming. Someone eventually called CPS on her and Mark got taken. Now, Mark is confused and curious as to his parentage and Race and seems to find his mother and question her about his father and hopefully find his father.