Chapter 1 - My SI Stash #1 - Brightest Doom by BigTofu (DCU) (1/2)

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Sypnosis: Vincent Doom fell over into the DC Universe

Rated: M

Words: 42K

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Chapter 1

Vincent Doom

BEEP

BEEP BEEP

Jumping up out of my bed, I rushed to the bathroom. I was so late, and I was so dead. With my toothbrush in my mouth and my teeth half brushed, I pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a shirt that smelled clean and pulled it over my head.

With a quick gurgle and spit, I grabbed my toast and was out the door. I couldn't be late; not today, man, not today. My final was at ten on the other side of the campus, and I couldn't miss it. This was the last test of the semester before the summer break, and it would set the course for how I would spend the rest of my college days.

I dodged around the jock and his hot girlfriend Stacy while blitzing down the hallway as I made my way out to the parking lot. This way, I could jump the fence and cut across the mini garden the campus had. Honestly, I had no clue why they had the fence up since most people jumped it to get a quick shag on or just to piss on the plants.

Hopping over the first fence, I dodged around a few trees and ran past the Professor that was balls deep inside one of the other new freshmen this year. Guess now I knew why she always had such high grades: but that wasn't my worry right now. Ignoring the m_o_a_ns, I sprinted past a mini groove and cut a right for the fence behind the hedges. Ohh I was going to make it, I could feel it and could now already taste the stale air inside the classroom.

There was no way I was going to miss Mis. Baker's class; not only was she one of the hottest MILF professors around, but she was the most strict. The last time I was late by a minute, the door was closed, and I missed out on the test. There was no way I was going to be late today. Taking a look at my watch, I spotted I had five minutes to go with the shortcut that I used.

If I didn't go through the garden, I would have to run a full ten minutes around the long way. Looking ahead, I could see that there was road work I had to go around with all the orange signs up; but that would cause me to waste my head start on time.

Checking left and then checking right I took off across the work zone.

”Aye kid, get outta here!”

Someone yells out behind me so I did what anyone else would do in this situation. I pulled a Starsky and Hutch and slid my a_s_s across one of the cars parked beside one of the hazard signs.

”FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I fell. I fell and fell. Time was there, and then it wasn't there was no up nor down, there was only the dark and my mind.

It could have been years a day or maybe even decades, but I fell some more. There were moments that I lost my sanity and gained it back only to lose it all over again. Then it hit me and drilled its way into my head. First, they started out small, and then the volume rose an octave, and I couldn't help but curl into myself.

My ears popped and my spine tingled, my brain felt like mush, and the voices came again and again, first low and then louder, but there was one thing I learned from being in this void, and that was to stare into it and show no fear.

This was not going to break me, and I would survive to live however long it would take me to get to the other side. I commanded myself to ignore the voices; the only way through all this was to be zen and be at peace. There goes a saying what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger. So as I curled into myself and I sought inner peace within me.

After a time the voices dulled but that wasn't good enough for me. What I wanted was total control to make the voices silent. It took what felt like days to get the voices under control, but once that hurdle was complete, I felt my mind expanding on a scale that I would have thought impossible before. Invisible fire poured into my veins as it ran from my heart to my brain and then the rest of my body.

Memories became clear, and thoughts and ideas on tech and what I knew from comics became easy not only to understand but also to create. My mind was now flowing on a level that was indescribable. With the clarity of my mind and newfound intelligence, I understood what I was given.

Somehow, I had gained the SAGE FORCE and all of its powers that came along with it. The major thing I knew about the Sage force was that it gave its avatars telepathy and telekinesis of the omega level scale and beyond.

The man makes the powers, and the powers did not make the man. Repeating the mantra over and over, I used it to focus myself and calm down. The other thing that I knew about the Sage Force was that it was from the DC universe, and that could mean far too many things for my situation. The only thing I could do was to force myself to wake up and then deal with it one step at a time.

Now that I knew I had more than an overdose of telepathy, that could only mean that I was currently trapped in my own mind in a coma. There had to be a way that Charles Xavier as able to get out of his mind while trapped inside. My will was already strong, so there had to be something that I was currently missing.

The voices I had under control now, but that only needed small amounts of my focus… That's it, and I was missing a focus. With the twinkle of an idea, I settled down and slowed my breathing. My body, I needed to get back to my body.

My body was my current focus, mind over matter, and the will to forge a path. I told myself this again and again before I noticed the glow coming from my c_h_e_s_t to form a line to follow. With a grin, I grabbed hold and flew after the light. Soon there was a flash of light, and I felt the cool air on my face. Standing around me were people, and they had a light flashing between my eyes back and forth before my pupils.

With a groan, I tried to ask where were we but the dry rasp from my throat left much to be d_e_s_i_r_ed. With my groaning, a straw was thrust into my mouth, and I was relieved with fresh cool water to cleanse my parched throat. Taking to the water like a fish out of it, I swallowed it all down within moments and felt so much better afterward. Sitting up in my bed, I found that I was whole and hearty as could be once the initial light sensitivity wore off.

Around me stood two doctors and a female nurse with shocked expressions on their faces.

”Which hospital is this?” I asked as I felt a draft on the side of my leg. That sent a shiver up and down my spine as I looked at myself over to find that I was in hospital garb.

”Sir, sir, please calm down you're in Gotham General.” The nurse at the foot of my bead said as she tried to calm me down.

”Mirror?” I demanded stretching my arm out and will the nurse to obey my commands. I could see the thoughts that came out of her mind as wave of energy and strings. It was easy to tangle her thought waves with my own and press upon her with my will for her to do my bidding.

Instantly the nurse pulled out her compact and handed it to me. With the small compact in my hands, I examined my features, chocolate skin check, grey eyes check, but my head looks like it hasn't had a cut in days.

”Thank you, nurse,” I responded after checking to make sure that it was my body and not some bodyswap situation. ”So tell me doc, how long have I been out?”

They both kept up that flabbergasted look, and it was starting to wear on my nerves really quickly. The one with the clipboard answered first. ”It has been three days since you have been brought in for severe dehydration.”

”Yes, yes, we kept you on fluid and a steady dose of electrolytes, and that brought you back to life.” The second doctor said this, and he was also the one with the twirl tip mustache.

With a click of the tongue to myself, I chopped it up to what happened to Barry Allen when he was first hit with the speed force but different for me. The first thing I would need to do is get up out of here and find my way. If this was Gotham then it would be Batman's territory, and the Joker could be in Arkham or out, and I would need a place to practice before I could tackle anything big or even make an attempt to take out the J man.

”How much longer do I need to be in here doc?” I asked towards the one with a clipboard in his hands.

”One more day for observation now that you're up, the police would like a word with you since you appeared on the doorsteps of some hotel.” The doctor said before he left to get whatever amounts to a police officer around here.

Hell, I honestly didn't care because I was happy that I had both of my kidneys and all ten of my fingers and toes. Since I had one more day what I really needed to do was get some practice in with my telekinesis.

Shortly after the doctor left in walked two beat cops that looked like they just wanted to find somewhere to sleep and not be bothered with some young punk. That helped me a lot because it was only a matter of pulling a Star Wars Jedi trick and they were soon out of my room and left me alone to relax and pull my mind together.

Laying back in my bed, I closed my eyes and focused because the last thing I remember was jumping across that car and then falling. There was nothing to land on, and I fell into a construction hole beneath me.

The only logical and illogical conclusion would be that I fell from my world and into this one but how in the hell could a hole handle dimensional travel or even quantum tunneling. I had to accept that there was no way home, and I knew the f_u_c_ker that caused my situation. It could only be the Flash and his f_u_c_k_i_n_g with the time and space barrier.

If that was the case, then that would mean this would be some time after FlashPoint and everything was recently reset in time. Placing all those thoughts aside, I sat back up and folded my legs into a meditative position.

Taking slow and steady breaths, I focused my mind; this telepathy and telekinesis would take some getting used to, but I couldn't stop now. I was in DC, not only that but I was in the worst of the worst towns around. Gotham city with their equally shitty and enabling hero Batman.

Slow steady breathes to control oneself; once the self is controlled, then the mind can be manipulated. With a steady heart, I opened my mind and felt the world around me. With a smirk on my lips, I pulled back my mind and went deeper inside. The Martian Manhunter was a telepath and liked to skim minds because it's socially acceptable on Mars, but I refuse to have someone else within my mind.

My mind would become a fortress and allow no one entry besides those I allow, and the Manhunter would not be such a person. First, the walls were erected of white obsidian, and then the windows were installed. Tall battlements and even more arches to go around the fortress, on the outer wall and inner wall rail guns were erected to ward off any mental intruders. There was no need to rely on relativistic speeds within my own mental domain, so each shell was packing the firepower or a gravity-driven singularity behind it.

Rooms were erected within the walls off of my fortress to store and contain memories: but with my memories laid out plainly before me, it was time to separate out the DC memories from the Marvel's and place them on the side for later viewing. With the defense of my mind in place and my mind organized, it was time to turn my sight somewhere else.

Marvel and DC had some pretty descriptive books on what telepathy could do, and I planned to use them to the fullest extent to make sure I don't die a prem_a_t_u_r_e death. Speed, strength, and reflexes were needed, this was the perfect chance to make the change to my body while I had this break.

The best way to make the improvements I needed was to gather more knowledge of the human body and then go from there. Opening my senses, but keeping my mind closed was hard at first, but I was able to get it down after the second hour and a bathroom break. It started as a dull noise, then became a loud roar as I heard and sensed all the emotions and thoughts of those with me inside the hospital. The trauma and pain almost forced me to curl up into a ball and cry before I was assaulted with joy and jubilation of families gaining new children and people being told they are cured.

Honestly, it was almost all too much for me to take. Taking a deep breath, I slowed down my mind and fine-tuned my senses. The minds I wanted were those of the doctors and nurses, and maybe a few investors and whoever else might have important information that could help me survive. I left the bank teller and the pregnant mistress of the mayor for now and the other twenty minds that lit up on my senses as the others went dim.

With my mind reacting like a radar to my thoughts that helped me zero-in on more than a few doctors from whom I started to pull information about the human body. With that down, I went around downloading everything I could from each doctor, from stitching wounds to the proper procedure to bed down a patient, old or infirmed. Before I knew it, I was becoming a first-rate doctor, and I hadn't even finished school yet.

When I thought about that, I gained a manic gleam in my eyes. Now that I was in a world like a comic story, I wanted people to address me by my name and a title like my most favorite character of all time. His name was Victor Von Doom, and he was my favorite because we shared the same last name. I could already see people calling me Dr. Doom to my face, but I had to temper my excitement because I had such a long way to go to get to such high standards.

One day though Doom will rule all, but first let's use my telekinetic powers to make a few changes to my body. There was no way that I would spiderman my body not only did I not have access to the OZ formula but I also didn't want something like that to get out into the DC universe, but what I could do was bring my body to peak human fitness and stamina, with the agility to boot.

The first few changes felt like fire was being poured into my veins, and it almost caused me to scream out bloody murder. Weakness was unbecoming of Doom, and I refused it, so with a quick review of my mind, I had my pain receptors shut down so I could continue with the procedure.

Multiple times I had to stop what I was doing to make sure that my body was hydrated with the correct amount of fluids, with the rate my body was burning through liquids from the muscle stimuli and vibrations. Somewhere around one o'clock in the morning, I was finally done before one of the orderlies came to check on me for the last time of the night.

With the improvements finished, I prepared myself for bed, with a thought I reapplied my pain sensors, and when they came online, I was knocked out from the overload.

o.O.o

The first thing I felt when I woke up in the morning was a dull throb of pain. On the TV diagonally from my bed was the news and man was I in for a surprise. The news was reporting about a turf war going on and how Batman came in and saved the day. Instead of watching Batman and his bullshit, I changed the channel and was surprised to be greeted with the Man of Steel himself talking to a news reporter.

Changing the channel again, I was treated this time with Wonder Woman battling Cheetah, while a camera-man stood on the side and watched. Now this caught my attention alright, not going to lie, Cheetah has me rooting for the fury club, but there's also something to be said about that princess, she was beautiful.

The fight lasted a hot minute while I watched them, Cheetah buns danced agile against Diana on screen. The fight ended rapidly once the princess took out her lasso and wrapped it around Cheetah's legs. With a shake of my head, I hopped out of bed and did my morning routine.

With that over with, I dressed in civilian wear and was on my way out of the hospital. Once outside, I was greeted with what could only be considered gloom and Doom. Looking at the sky above me was when it all finally settled in, you can walk the walk and talk the talk. Hell, you can even go so far as to prepare yourself for anything: but it's not until your given the reality slap to your face that you come to understand how much deep shit you're truly in.

Gritting my teeth, I hunkered down and made my way down the streets. The current plan was to get some thug to try and mug me so that I would relieve him of his cash and weapons. The bar with no names or the Iceberg lounge would be the perfect place to start.

Well, I can also make my way towards the hard side of town and go to that bar called The Busted Flush. There was never a hero bone in my body, and I wasn't going to go knock on Bruce Wayne's door and ask him for help. There was no need for his bullshit in my life because before long this city would be mine.

Right on cue as I hit the sixth block out from the hospital, my mental radar picked up the mind of someone that wanted to do me harm. With a grin on my face, I ducked into an alley, acting as if I was taking a shortcut. As I made it near the garbage can, the thug came in behind me while his buddy watched out at the entrance.

With a quick jab, my hand was out, and I had the thug up in the air as I held him with a telekinetic grip. My other hand came forward, and I commanded his wallet and the wallets of his friends to float over to my outstretched and open palm. What surprised me though, was feeling the leather of more than one wallet within my mind. With a shrug, I commanded those to also float into my hand.

With a flick of the wrist, I tossed the thug out and onto his friends that stood stunned watching. Out of the wallets, I had come into a total of over five hundred dollars and some change. This wasn't going to last me long, but it would do for now. Walking back out of the alley, I made a mental note to learn how to fly once I got the chance.

Making my way to the decent part of Gotham, which to tell you the truth, would be anywhere that wasn't bludhaven. I was able to get myself some lunch and time to put my mind together for what I planed to do. Money was needed and not just scraps, I would need a lot of it if I wanted to follow in the footsteps of Doom. So for now, I would have to keep robbing thugs until I gained enough to procure myself a laptop.

With that plan in mind, I went about the rest of my days luring hopeless thugs into back alleys and robbing them blind, while they also tried to hold me at gunpoint. After about the twelfth person I had gotten pretty good with my telekinetic hold and no longer needed to stretch my hand out like I was using the force. Although I no longer needed to use my hands, it felt right to keep doing that to people, and some will think I would need a focus. As Vincent Doom, I would need to hold a few cards to myself.

o.O.o

With the sun going down my feet were becoming weary but I was able to get myself a laptop, and I

had a good wad of cash in my pocket, but the real gold of today was finding the location to the bar with no name. Honestly, I didn't want to go to Selina's place, but I also knew it was the only place that wasn't run by Cobble Pots where I could get connections and work.

Perched on the roof of a building I sat overlooking the tin roof bar, which had no name on the front of the establishment. Chuckling to myself, I jumped down onto the fire escape, then made my way out of the alley and across the street.

The music was bumping and the night hadn't even descended on Gotham yet. Pulling my hoodie up over my head, I pulled a Jedi mind trick on the bouncer at the front and walked into the bar. Settling my way into a seat at the bar, I ordered myself a rum and coke. With a nod, I slid the bartender his cash and relaxed my mind and began my second test of abilities.