I Am Doom (Marvel)

(3rd Person: POV)

Standing before a lineup of prisoners the head of the interment/prison camp, one captain Klaus, moved his gaze from side to side and overlooked all those in front of him.

Several soldiers under his command surrounding the prisoners he was looking at. There Russian manufactured AK-47 rifles pointed at them.

After an entire minute of looking Klaus stopped.

"Alright, I will only ask this once." Klaus began. Speaking in the native Latverian language. "One of my men had some of his food stolen. And based on the accounts of all were near him at the time the incident occurred. So I ask again, who took it?"

No one spoke up as Klaus finished speaking.

"Hey, answer the captain when is talking to you!" One of the random soldiers shouted at the people. Firing his AK-47 into the air once.

"Hah!"

"No!"

This action in turned caused the people to begin screaming in fear and cowering. Huddling together for protection as well.

"Soldier, enough!" Klaus shouted. Looking the soldier who fired his weapon dead in the eye as he did.

"Yes captain. Forgive me." The soldier spoke. Bowing his head in an apologetic manner.

"It's alright. I understand the vigor of youth. I was once young like you." Klaus replied. "But don't let it happen again." He said in a cold voice.

"Sir. Yes sir." The young soldier replied.

He then lifted up his head and got back into position.

"Good." Klaus said. He then turned his attention back to the people. "Hey, allow me to apologize. My subordinate got overeager. I did not mean for it to happen. Though if someone had spoken up when I asked it never would have. So I ask you all again. Who took the food?"

"Me. It was me." A young boy of no more than ten said.

Stepping forward from the huddled crowd of people. Right up to Klaus.

"I see. So it was you boy." Klaus mused. "Well then, have anything else to say for yourself?"

Hearing Klaus's question the boy spit in his direction. His spit landing on the captain's left cheek. "Screw you coward!" The boy exclaimed. "And you call yourself a soldier. You're nothing more than one of Vladimir's lapdogs."

Seeing this all of the prisoners huddled together were stunned.

Meanwhile the soldiers began looking at the boy in anger.

The same as their captain. Who now had a vein bulging on his neck, and bloodshot red eyes.

"Why you little impudent shit!" Klaus shouted at the top of his lungs.

He then moved to backhand the boy with his right hand.

But right before he could a figure crashed down from the sky right behind Klaus, and grabbed his right arm. Pulling it back, allowing an audible pop to ring out through the air.

The figure having broken Klaus's right arm.

"Agh!" Klaus screamed in agony.

Holding his broken right arm with his left the man fell to the ground and started flailing and rolling on it.

"Captain Klaus!" All of the soldiers who were present shouted.

Meanwhile the prisoners/civilians all remained stunned.

Even the boy who stood up to Klaus was left speechless by what just happened.

Klaus continued rolling around for another minute before stopping.

When he did he heard a male voice speak to him.

"Pathetic." It said. "But then again I would expect no less from worthless trash."

Hearing those words Klaus felt his anger rise again.

So with that he fought through the pain of his broken arm and turned to face the direction of the male voice. "Why you-" Klaus began.

Only to stop when he saw who he was speaking too.

A towering figure, with a long dark-green cape flowing behind its back.

Just looking at the being before him Klaus felt the cold embrace of death. Any words he had were caught in his throat.

"It seems you know when to shut up when your betters are before you. Good." The man said.

Being none other than Doom.

"You...what...are.."

"Me?" Doom interrupted. "Why it's quite simple. I am your end. I am Doom!" He exclaimed.

Victor's shouted drawing the attention of the entire camp to his direction.

From the remaining Latverian soldiers to the other prisoners, soon all eyes were on him.

Then once they were Victor picked up his left foot and slammed it down onto Klaus's chest. Sending it straight through it.

Literally crushing the army captain under his foot.

Before Klaus even realized it he was dead.

As the light faded from his eyes Victor removed his foot from his chest and then lightly kicked it to through off any blood, bones, or body parts that gotten stuck on his armor due to his actions.

Since he would not allow such filth to remain on his armor.

Once his foot was clean Victor placed it back down on the ground.

Though immediately after he did so several of the soldiers began firing at him.

"Die fucker!"

"You killed our captain you bastard!"

This and several other profanities in varying languages were all shouted at Victor as a hail of bullets from several directions came towards him and struck him.

Yet they did absolutely nothing.

Upon noticing this the soldiers became utterly shocked.

For no matter how many of their bullets hit Victor he remained entirely undamaged. From his armor to his cape. He was perfectly and utterly fine.

"What?!" One of the soldiers cried out. "How, how is possible?"

"Simple. It is because I am Doom." Victor replied. "Now, let us end this. I have better places to be and more important things to do." He spoke.

A moment after he did so Victor used his technopathy to contact the small force of Doombots he had brought with him to this interment/prison camp and ordered them to attack.

Several seconds later they began executing their creators order.

Appearing in the air over the camp, using the jets installed in their feet, the Doombots flew into the camp and started massacring the soldiers without any hesitation.

From ripping them apart using their pincer-like claws, to blasting them away using their energy cannons and rockets, within just a few moments the Doombots made short work of any and all threats.

Then after doing so they began gathering up the bodies, and collecting anything of value inside of the camp.

All on Doom's orders.

Meanwhile their creator was standing in front of the prisoners of the camp, who were slowly but surely gathering around him.

Once they were all present the murmurs in the crowd stopped, and then one man asked Victor a question.

"Who are you?"

"As I have said my name is Doom. And like you I was born and raised in this land. I love it and cherish it. And I hate to see what it is becoming under the leadership of that fool and tyrant Vladimir and his ilk. So with that in mind I have decided a change is needed. That is why I have come to liberate our people. As well as turn the country we all call our motherland into something else. Something better. No, something the world has never seen before!" Victor spoke passionately.

All eyes on him as he did.

"That is my mission. And now I ask all of you to help me with that. For a country is nothing without its people. Vladimir does not understand this. But I do. So, will you all stand with me? Will you all stand with Doom?" Victor said.

He then began waiting for a response to his words.

Though the only thing he got in return was a deathly silence.

That lasted until one voice broke it.

"I will. I will stand with you."

It was the voice belonging to the young man who had stood up to Klaus, and was going to pay for it before Victor had intervened and saved him.

Stepping forward the young boy looked Victor in his eyes, Victor doing the same to the young man. Seeing fear in them. But also a fierce determination and an intelligence.

'Intriguing.' Victor thought.

"Tell me young man, who are you and why have you decided to stand with me?" Victor asked.

Curious about this young boys motivations.

"Sir. My name is Kristoff Vernard. And the reason I seek to stand with you is because I believe in what you are saying. But also for revenge. I want to see Zorba Fortunov dead. For he is the reason my mother is." The now named Kristoff spoke.

A few tears beginning to leak out of his eyes as he did.

Which didn't phase Victor in the slightest.

What did however was the boy himself.

Considering he was now face-to-face with one of the characters in the Marvel Universe that had one of the most intimate relationships with the original Victor Von Doom. The man having taken Kristoff in as his adopted son in the comics. After Zorba Fortunov killed his mother.

Similar to the current Kristoff's situation.

'But really. To think I would meet him under these circumstances. Not to mention his mother is already dead.' Victor thought.

Meaning Kristoff likely had no family left.

And given the way he's acting for a ten-year old kid Victor is sure this Kristoff likely has the same level of intelligence as the one from the comics.

So taking that and everything else into account Victor is sure of what he must do.

'So this is what my master meant by my children, huh.' Victor thought. A wry smile on his face under his helmet.

Internally he shrugged his shoulders.

Since it looks like this is fates plan for him, and it's not a bad one at all.

"I see." Victor replied to Kristoff. "Well then Kristoff I welcome you, and thank you for your assistance in making my plans into a reality." He said. "Now, wipe the rest of your tears away. For crying when in battle can lead to horrendous mistakes. Save them for after we achieve victory."

"Understood sir." Kristoff replied.

He then used his hands to wipe away the rest of his tears.

Kristoff then stepped forward.

Seeing this several other people also did.

Since most of them couldn't very well let a young boy step up to fight for their country alone. If they did it would put them to shame as adults. A shame none of them wanted to feel.

As those several people stepped up, more and more did. Until eventually the entire prisoner population of the camp was standing with Doom. Ready and willing to follow him.

Seeing this he smiled proudly under his mask.

"People of Latveria, I thank you for this, and I promise you will not regret your decision this day." Doom loudly exclaimed. "Now then, let us go and take back our country!"

"Yeah!!!"

The people surrounding Doom began to shout.

Victor having begun to re-ignited their wills, passions, and fighting spirits.

Which he planned to do from the beginning.

Since without the people on his side, how could he truly call himself their leader?

For Victor would be no tyrant, but a true king.

After the people settled down Victor began implementing some of his pre-planned strategies with the assistance of the Doombots he had brought with him.

Giving weapons to those able-bodied enough to use them.

While also securing the protection for those who could not fight.

He also contacted Lucia and scheduled a rendezvous.

Once all of this was once Victor left the prison camp.

Kristoff, and his fellow countrymen marching right behind him.

Taking their first steps to a true liberation of their homeland Latveria.

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