"Who can tell me the answer to this equation?" Mrs. Fischer asked her inattentive class. Her green eyes scanned the class, looking for an unwilling volunteer. She glanced at every student before her eyes stopped on a raven haired young man. He was too busy, what she thought was doodling symbols, in his notebook that he didn't notice that she was standing next to him.
"Mr. von Doom, care to answer the question on the board?" She asked, taking him out of his stupor. He glared at her for a moment before glancing at the problem on the board, "The answer is 6."
Mrs. Fischer raised her brow, "Are you sure? You didn't even work the problem out." Victor looked her in the eyes and repeated himself, "The answer is 6."
Mrs. Fischer put on a fake smile and walked back to her desk. She opened her answer book and sighed, he was correct. She continued to teach the class and left Victor to his own devices. Eventually the school day ended and Victor began his walk home. He put on his headphones and played a song from his favorite artist, MF DOOM. He brought his notebook out again and began to write down symbols. These symbols weren't from his imagination, these symbols were a secret code he was trying to decipher. He first stumbled upon a small line of this secret code when a tile came off his bathroom wall. Slowly but surely, over the course of six months, he managed to put together every line of the secret code. That was the easy part, the sheer complexity of each symbol has stumped Victor on multiple occasions.
There were 35 symbols in this alphabet and each symbol had a different meaning when put with another. For example, symbols 3,7,9,10, and 15 put together means 'To eat something', but symbols 7,3,9,10, and 15 put together means 'Eternal Damnation.' It would take the greatest linguist 10 years to even write a sentence but Victor von Doom II is no ordinary boy. His brain operated like a super computer. By his first birthday he was speaking in complete sentences and by his second he had learned his third language.
By the time he arrived home, he had completed the 7 month long task of deciphering this secret code.
"Mom, I'm home." Victor stated as he took his shoes off. He found his mom in the kitchen making dinner, "Welcome home. How was school?"
Victor took his bag off and sighed, "The usual, stupid people being stupid." Christina rolled her eyes and laughed, "Your ego is the only stupid thing I see."
Victor groaned and picked his bag up again, "I'm going to my room." He walked upstairs and into his room. His desk was littered with tools, papers, circuits, and various other things. He moved some of the clutter out of the way and dug his notebook out of his bag. He then began to translate the secret language into English. After 15 minutes, he was done and he began to read it.
"To whichever descendant of Victor von Doom has found this, congratulations. You have been born with a brain that is fit to bear the von Doom name. With this magnificent intelligence of yours, you must continue the legacy of Doctor Doom. For there is no reality where Doom does not prevail, Doom always prevails. Go to these coordinates: 46°05′38″N 07°51′32″E, there you will find all of the resources necessary to continue the great name of Doom. Farewell."
Victor reread the note five more times before leaning back in his chair and sighing.
"I wasn't expecting this...a message from my great-grandfather. Everyone told me that he was a proud and loving man, so who is Doctor Doom?" Victor tried searching for Doctor Doom but nothing came up. Victor then turned off his wi-fi, connected his PC to a proxy server he created and began searching for information the regular internet wouldn't have. Yet, he still couldn't find any information on Doctor Doom.
"I'm stumped, it's like he doesn't exist." Victor sighed and looked up the coordinates he was given. The results were one of the mountains in the Alps, which only gave Victor more problems. Yet these problems were miniscule in the face of Victor's excitement.
"I hope you aren't delusional gramps." Victor said as he opened a drawer in his desk. Inside were folded blueprints and various unfinished prototypes. Victor retrieved a few of the blueprints and spread them out.
"Climbing gloves, a life support device, and climbing boots. I need steel, glass, insulator, copper, gold, and some rubber tubes." Victor wrote down his list of materials and devised a plan to get them. He waited until nighttime and gathered his gear which consisted of bolt cutters, an earpiece tuned to police radio waves, a miniature torch, a high voltage taser, a backpack, and a ski mask. He silently opened his window and jumped out of it.
He jogged away from his house and began making his way to the junkyard. This is where he will get half of his list. He walked between the busy alleyways of Berlin making sure to avoid anything shady. Soon, he arrived in front of a locked gate. Victor looked around for a second before crouching down and cutting the lock with his bolt cutters. He entered the junkyard and looked for a car that was in a discreet area. Within five minutes he found a car that fit his criteria and he pulled out his torch.
The torch's flame was so concentrated it could be confused for a laser. It easily cut through the thick steel making up the chassis of the scrapped vehicle. Victor cut six decent sized chunks out of the car and waited for them to cool down before he put them in his bag.
"A bit heavier than I was expecting," Victor mumbled to himself as he stood up. He walked around looking for a tire until he found one. He cut a decent sized chunk out of the tire and placed it into his bag. He scoured the place for loose copper wiring but he had no luck.
"As long as I acquire the gold, I can do without copper." Victor said to himself as he left the junkyard. He then began his journey to his next stop, a building that was undergoing construction. Victor once again, trekked through the city using alleyways and backstreets until he arrived at his destination. He cracked open the gate and ran inside of the soon to be office building. He saw that there were light switches and when he flicked one, it turned on.
"Our copper problem has been solved." Victor grinned and tore into the wall. He snipped the copper wires behind the light switch and stuffed them into his bag. He did the same with the insulation in the wall. He took enough copper and insulation to fill the rest of his bag. Victor quickly left and began walking back home. He climbed through his window, albeit very painstakingly due to the weight of his bag but he made it nonetheless.
When he took off his mask, a huge grin was plastered on his face. Victor pumped his fists into the air and then began working on his gadgets. He picked up a pair of black glasses on his desk and when he put them on, the lens zoomed in. Victor got to work on the climbing gloves first. He wasn't nearly as proficient in robotics and engineering as his great-grandfather but he understood the basics to a masterful level. Within two hours, he had completed his first pair of climbing gloves. They were a dull grey with visible wiring and gears. Victor slipped the gloves on and they fitted to the shape of his hand.
He placed his hand on his wall and immediately five anchors pierced his wall. He disengaged the gloves and grinned.