Impulsive Legacy

You Look Ridiculous

WARNING!

This fanfic will be just like the Invincible show. I will not be holding back in my writing as I do with my other works. There will be blood and gore, graphic details, sex scenes, and foul language. If you cannot handle it or don't like reading that, I suggest you find another story. These chapters will be long as they will encompass roughly an entire episode from Viktor's perspective, each with some filler for the month gaps in the episodes. 

This story is 18+

"Normal Speaking/English"

'Normal Thought'

"Normal Speaking/Russian"

Translations will be provided. My character was born in Russia and spent 14 years there; it's only natural he has an accent, uses Russian words often, and speaks Russian with his family. 

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Being the son of the fastest man on earth isn't what you'd think. My dad is Red Rush, and he has the power of super speed. He can run well over 400 miles per hour.

My name is Viktor, and I have super speed too, but for me, it's like a curse. My father brought us to the US from Russia when I was just 15 years old. The stress of it all caused my powers to awaken. At first, I was excited about having my powers and would constantly go on runs with my dad. But, as time went on, I grew faster than him and within a few months became able to reach speeds of Mach 1, which is over 700 miles per hour. At that point, we realized my powers weren't entirely the same as my dad's.

Back in Russia, before I was born, my dad was in a relationship with local heroin Lady Lightning, my mom. Their mixed genetics gave me the theoretical potential to reach speeds of over 270,000 miles per hour, the speed of a lightning bolt. And even then, we don't know if that would be my top speed.

But this power came at a cost; I couldn't stop it. My perception of time moved so fast that everyone around me was in constant slow motion. Hours for them would feel like days to me, weeks to months, and months felt like years. When I was young, I'd also get random fits of speed as my hand would vibrate through a desk, or lightning would spark off me. Over the next three years, I tried to live a normal life, to go at their pace. But it was agonizing to me. I could never be normal, and I was only getting faster.

~(Age, 18)~

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring as I rolled over in bed and tiredly hit the off switch. Lightning then sparked from my fingers, frying the alarm clock, making me groan; this was the fourth alarm clock I fried this week. Throwing the sheet off, I rolled out of bed and watched as the sheet moved so slowly it was practically standing still. Groaning, I went to my bathroom and took a shower as I watched the water droplets moving slowly through the air before exploding against my skin upon impact. I liked watching the water droplets move through the air, it was calming. I stayed in that shower for what felt like hours to me but was only five minutes in the real world. Once I got out of the shower, I got dressed in a white t-shirt with a red long-sleeve button-up over it with the sleeves rolled up, with blue jeans, and specially made sneakers that could handle me moving at supersonic speeds.