Invincible: Velocity

Speed. It's not just a tool, not just some flashy trick—it's the very essence of power. Think about it for a second. Speed changes the game. In a world where hesitation means failure, where a single moment can decide victory or defeat, being faster than everyone else isn't just an advantage—it's everything.

You see, speed isn't about showing off. It's about control. Control over the battlefield, control over the outcome, control over time itself. When you're fast enough, nothing can touch you. The punch that never lands. The bullet that can't find its mark. The trap that springs too late. When you live in motion, you're always a step ahead—always untouchable.

But speed's more than just movement. It's the way you think, the way you act, the way you live. The fastest mind? It sees every possibility and chooses the one that guarantees success. The fastest hand? It strikes before the enemy even realizes they've lost. Speed turns a fight into a foregone conclusion. While they're still figuring out what's happening, you've already won.

And let's be honest, there's a kind of beauty in speed, isn't there? The rush, the exhilaration of moving through the world like it can't hold you. The power to change everything before anyone can stop you. Speed is freedom—it's knowing that no matter what's in your way, you can outrun it, outmaneuver it, and leave it in the dust.

But speed, real speed—it's not something you just stumble into. It's earned. It's mastered. It's knowing how to push yourself further, faster, harder, until you're untouchable. It's not just about moving quick—it's about living quick, thinking quick, being quick in every sense of the word.

So, ask yourself: do you want to keep crawling through life, or do you want to fly? Do you want to be left behind, or do you want to be the one everyone's chasing? Because speed? Speed is power. Speed is survival. Speed is supremacy. And once you taste it, once you feel what it's like to be faster than the world around you, trust me—you'll never want to slow down again.

I can't remember my only life, and even If I could I don't think I'd miss it. The only things I do remember are the voice in the void, the roulette that granted a boon, and my request that elevated my potential.

In that place, where realities collided, I was granted the opportunity to spin a roulette that had the abilities of characters from all brands of fiction. Whoever it landed on, I'd have their abilities in my new life...I got A-Train.

*Sigh* of all the speedsters, I mean he was better than MCU Quicksilver, who had inconsistent feats. So I made a request, I had no way of knowing if the voice would ever entertain it, or if I'd be punished for asking, but I had to try.

My request was simple. I wanted my speed to be innate, truly innate. not granted through some drug, or me being struck by lightning while being surrounded by chemicals to tap the speed force. No, I wanted something original, a speed my body would naturally produce because my body would be made for it. 

...I was humored. My request was granted, apparently, It was a gray area. Since what I requested and what I was granted fell within the same category...speedster.

Thus I was born with, what would be dubbed a one-of-a-kind Hyperstream Physiology and it's fucking dope. The mechanics behind it were simple.

My body naturally produces and harnesses a unique bio-energetic stream called the Hyperstream, which enables my superhuman speed. This stream flows through my cardiovascular system, drastically enhancing my metabolism, oxygen delivery, and neural response times, allowing me to achieve extreme velocity. Unlike traditional speedsters, my speed is not purely a function of physical ability—it's a byproduct of my body's natural bio-energy.

The Hyperstream is a naturally occurring energy field generated by my body. It supercharges my cells, allowing for rapid muscle contraction, cellular repair, and heightened reflexes.

By tapping into the Hyperstream, I can sprint at hypersonic speeds, react in milliseconds, and deliver strikes with immense kinetic force. The best part is my body regenerates the Hyperstream passively, making me naturally suited for long bursts of speed without external fuel sources like food or substances.

But there were limitations—kind of. Prolonged use can cause overheating, leading to temporary exhaustion or even loss of consciousness. Depleting the Hyperstream reserves takes time to recover, leaving them temporarily vulnerable. My tank gets bigger each year just from natural growth and my training since awakening these abilities enhances my reserves, but there not limitless.

Moving at extreme speeds creates collateral damage like shockwaves or heat trails, which could harm allies or civilians. The most obvious is, that moving at extreme speeds can make fine control difficult, requiring intense focus to avoid collisions or overshooting targets. However, it's been a while since the last has been an issue, and I have the grind to thank for that.

All in all my new life has had its ups and downs, with a few torched kicks here and there, but mostly ups and I wouldn't trade it, nor will I slow down.

[Red Rush POV]

Josef was a Russian man who gained his super-speed through unknown means. After gaining his abilities, he donned the persona of Red Rush and became a superhero. A few years after his debut he joined a group of fellow heroes known as the Guardians of the Globe.

Josef was a Russian male with light brown hair and eyes, as well as distinctive cheekbones. He wore a skintight red suit with his superhero initials printed on his chest, stylized "RЯ". He also wore transparent red-tinted visors as a way of seeing clearly when running, which were constructed from glass.

He thought back to five years ago. When Cecil brought an 11-year-old Merlin, who he tracked down after a blur was barely caught on camera, moments before the owner of the supermarket reported a large assortment of food was missing. 

They tracked the bout down a convinced him to come with them if he wanted a better life. Unfortunately, they didn't have the facilities to train a speedster, but he did.

He remembered when he started the young lads training a few months after he finally adjusted to living with him. 

(Flashback)

The sound of a rushing wind filled the Velocity Nexus Red Rush's personal facility that he designed and upgraded over the course of his hero career as the young speedster sprinted along the Infinite Treadmill. The holographic terrain around him morphed rapidly—urban skyscrapers, dense forests, arid deserts—all blurring into indistinct streaks of color. Sweat dripped down his face, evaporating instantly from the heat radiating off his body. His shoes glowed faintly, their soles superheated by the friction.

"Faster!" Red Rush's accented voice crackled through the speakers, sharp but encouraging. He stood outside the control room, arms crossed, his sharp eyes monitoring the teen's every movement. "I don't want you to just run! I want you to own the speed!"

The teen gritted his teeth, leaning forward. His legs moved like pistons, each stride a blur. The numbers on the display screen ticked higher: 400 mph… 500 mph… 600 mph.

"Push it to seven," Red Rush barked. "No limits, boy. You're not here to coast. You're here to conquer."

The terrain shifted again, this time to a rocky mountainside. The ground beneath the pre-teen's feet sloped steeply, simulated boulders tumbling toward him. He dodged left, leaped over another, narrowly avoided a collapsing ledge—and nearly lost his footing.

"Focus!" Red Rush's voice was calm, commanding. "You're faster than your body knows. Trust it."

With a growl of determination, the teen regained his rhythm. His hyperthermic physiology kicked in, heat waves shimmering in the air around him as his body adapted. The rocky mountain shifted into a cityscape, with simulated civilians screaming and buildings crumbling.

Moments later, they moved to the Obstacle Field. Red Rush led the pre-teen through the maze-like course of shifting walls and spinning drones.

"This isn't about speed anymore," Red Rush explained as he darted through the obstacles effortlessly. "This is about precision. One mistake out there, and you're the reason someone gets hurt."

The teen nodded, crouching low in preparation. The buzzer sounded, and he took off, weaving through narrow passages. Drones zipped toward him, firing harmless light beams meant to simulate enemy attacks.

He ducked, twisted, and jumped, his body a blur of motion. But as he reached the midpoint, a drone grazed his arm, throwing him off balance. He stumbled, crashing into a wall.

"Again!" Red Rush shouted, pulling him to his feet.

"I got distracted," the teen muttered.

"No," Red Rush corrected, his voice steely. "You got careless. Speed isn't about running blindly forward. It's about seeing every move before it happens. Slow your mind, even if your body moves fast."

The Reaction Dome was next. Red Rush stood in the center, his movements a blur as he activated the system. Targets appeared randomly across the room, glowing red.

"You think speed makes you untouchable," Red Rush said, dodging the holographic projectiles with ease. "But out there, enemies will adapt. You need to think faster than they can react."

The teen entered the arena, his muscles tensed. Targets began appearing at random intervals, along with simulated foes that fired energy blasts. He zipped toward the first target, punching it with a heated fist, then spun to dodge a blast from behind.

"You're relying on your legs too much," Red Rush critiqued. "Speed isn't just running. It's everything. Your punches, your reflexes, your strategy—use them!"

The teen growled in frustration, activating his hyperthermia. Steam hissed as his fists glowed orange, and he launched himself at the targets with renewed fury. He punched, dodged, and weaved, each motion faster and more precise than the last.

By the time the session ended, the teen was panting, his shirt soaked through. But he wore a grin.

Sitting on the bench outside the Velocity Lab, the teen gulped down water as Red Rush approached.

"You're improving," Red Rush said, clapping him on the back. "But speed alone isn't enough. What did you learn today?"

The pre-teen looked up, his eyes burning with determination. "That I'm not just a runner. I'm a fighter. And I can't just move fast—I have to think fast, react fast, be fast."

Red Rush nodded, satisfied. "Good. You're starting to understand. Speed is more than power. It's a responsibility. The world won't wait for you to get it right. So train harder, run faster, and never stop adapting."

As the teen watched his mentor walk away, he clenched his fists. He'd pushed his limits today—but tomorrow, he'd break them.

(End of Flashback)

Josef smiled fondly at that memory. Before glancing back at his student who suddenly tapped the communicator his right ear, a few second later he turned of the treadmill, darted to his room and back now fully dressed in his hero attire. 

He called this suit, model IV The Mirage. A tight, skin-like suit made of high-tech nanofibers that contours to the wearer's body, enhancing their natural flexibility and mobility. The material is lightweight and reinforced with energy-absorbing properties.

Neon-like glowing lines run along the edges of the suit, emanating from the chest, down the arms, and along the legs. These lines represent the flow of Hyperstream energy.

 A streamlined, sleek helmet that covers the face, with a visor that adjusts its opacity based on light levels. The visor reflects the world around them, distorting the view, giving them an almost ghostly appearance when in motion.

The boots and gauntlets are reinforced with energy-absorbing materials that prevent friction burns and help stabilize their intense kinetic energy. The boots are specially designed to maintain balance at extreme speeds, equipped with anti-slip pads and shock-absorbing soles.

The suit has a minimalist design to reduce wind resistance, with wing-like flaps on the back that opens when the wearer accelerates to high speeds, serving as stabilizers.

Sleek dark base colors (midnight blue) combined with electric blue accents that glow when he enters Hyperstream mode.

"Robot said the team needs backup Sensei. Gotta jet"

Josef smiled and nodded. Merlin gave him a thumbs up before speeding off.

This was Merlin Kaiser or as the public knew him...Savitar.