Author: Str0ker
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A Union Disbanded
I was born on a cold winter night to Vladimir and Tanya Valkov. They raised me on a community farm just south of St. Petersburg where I spent most of my free time an old that lived in the shack next to ours. He trained me night and day in the arts of combat and strategy. My parents were never too pleased with this but could not deny me the pleasure or the education. By the time I was thirteen I had mastered three different styles of combat and had already finished high school. Then on the night I was to be honored by President Lenin I was standing at his side when I heard a shot ring out. Till this day I am unsure of what happened, but some kind of force through me forward and on to the table. It all happened in a flash; I could feel this dull burning in my chest but was too confused to think about it. The room got dim, and people were screaming. I heard, “That boy, get that boy to my personal medic. He just took a bullet to the chest that was intended for, he does not die tonight, or my name is not Vladimir Lenin”.
I was in that government medical center for the next two years, drifting in and out of sedation. They saved my life, but they changed my body. A pneumatic heart and titanium chest plate to replace the one I gave for my country. My genetics had been altered to increase my bodies own healing ability, and every muscle in my body had been biomechanicaly enhanced. Once I was fully healed and awake, Mr. Lenin came to speak with me, “We did everything to save your life my young hero, thanks to you we are both very much alive” he said. They explained to me what had happened and what it took to keep me alive. “You are faster and stronger than any other man alive, your body can heal instantly from almost any attack”, they explained. Then the bad news came, my parents believed I had died that night and I don’t know how far off that really was. Maxi Valkov did die that night; there was funeral and tombstone to prove it. With the world on the edge of war for the second time I decided to use my new abilities to protect my homeland.
They called it World War II, but I was hell on earth. The Germans swept across Europe leaving nothing but death and chaos behind them. With America refusing to aid the failing European resistance it was up the Soviet Union to hold them off. And on the 6th of June 1944, an army of three million union soldiers started their march across Europe forcing the Germans back. This massive army (a red army) was lead by one man, standing seven feet tall in a suit of red with the peoples hammer and sickle displayed proudly on his chest. The embodiment of everything The Soviet Union stands for, I was The UNIONEER, I was the people’s hero. It only took two months to push the enemy back, and only two weeks more to end the war. Broke and left with nothing to rebuild with most of Europe dove into depression. With funds and labor from Russia it only took a year to get the entire continent was back on its feet and by the end of the 40’s almost 80% of Europe had joined the Soviet Union.
For the next five decades the soviet government and I were seen as the protectors of the world. Fighting for those that could not do so for them selves; we brought peace and reinforced freedom all over the world. Until the day the world stopped, the Americans came by sea and air. Millions of soldiers, boats, and aircraft swarmed in from the east and south east. Before we even knew of the attack they had taken Australia and Japan, and their forces flooded into China. They bombed four of our Nuclear power plants, and killed billions of innocent people. I was at the front lines fighting for everything I was worth; tank after tank fell to my raging fist but there was no end in sight. It there on the battlefield that we first met face to face, the two most power beings in the world. I could taste the evil the air around him; he was filled with hate and took a sick pleasure from the death and destruction around him. I knew it was him I must defeat to save what was left of my world, but filled with rage I for got all my training and attacked with no strategy. One shot, I had only one shot and I blew it. All I can remember is a bright flash and something forced me to the ground almost as if God himself had stopped me.
By the time I had awoken the entire Union had fallen. Nothing was left but a few tight battle units that had gone into hiding and had taken me with them. I knew that as long as that inhuman man stood at the front of their armies, we stood no chance of victory. So a plan was hatched, a being of such strength could only be contained in one place, outside time and space itself. It seemed simple enough, use the portal generator to create a black hole and use every once of my ability to hold us both inside it as it collapsed around us forever trapping us both forever. I thought spending the rest of eternity fighting to the death with a man that cannot die was a small price to pay for the lives of a billion people. The trap was set; it was up to me to force him into the black hole. We fought for what seemed like days, he never tiered or let his guard down. It was time; I reached deep inside myself and summand every last bit of power in my being. I grabbed him by the throat and kicked his legs out from under him, using his own momentum to fling us both into the hole. He broke free of my grip and motioned to attack me, but stopped mid swing. He laughed at me and said, “You’re a fool Unioneer, with the powers of the Gods themselves it will take more than this to hold me”. With that he headed toward the opening of the black hole, I had failed to save the world I loved so much. The only flaw in our plan was the fact that he could fly and I could not. As I sat there watching the hole collapse all I could hear over and over again in my head was, “If you think what I’ve done is evil, be glad you will not see my plans for the future”. Then I was left to the darkness and wept.
Why am I telling you all of this? I don’t know, but I sit here now in this alien world that is almost a twisted vision of home. The freedom of the people and the smiles of the children remind me of home. They tell me that the history of our two worlds is quite similar right up to about the 20th century. I’ve read about the early death of the great soviet Lenin and the mad man that took his place, and the dishonor he brought to their Soviet Union. My world is dead and this is my new home. I have sworn to fight for justice and freedom, and to protect the innocent. Now as I stand here reliving all those haunting memories so you may see where it is I am coming from, I find myself standing here staring at the face that has been forever burned into my brain. It is he, the man that destroyed my home. He stands before me and extends his hand in friendship, I think. My mind starts flashing bits and peaces of the past, I feel the rage building inside me. I know that this man had nothing to do with my past but they could be twins, it is too much for my brain to handle. I reach out in anger and shake his hand as he sais, “Welcome to Paragon City, they call me The Statesman”.
I think I snapped, but I can’t be sure. Everything after that is blank, almost like something reached right into my head and squeezed my brain. With all that out of the way now, I have question for you. Who and where am I? …….
I was born on a cold winter……..
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