Kristoff Vernard, aka Kristoff Von Doom (discardedheir) wrote,
@ 2009-05-12 06:52:00

Flashback: 12 years ago.
Kristoff Vernard Von Doom is fifteen years old. Fifteen, and frightened, and guilty.

But he couldn't let him do it. The Master of Latveria had always valued his honor. Kristoff just could not have stood right there as he sullied it by killing the Fantastic Four that way. When they were effectively helpless and had only been trying to help. It had been a clear violation of the makeshift truce -- in spirit anyway. Possibly not to the letter; possibly Kristoff had missed something...

At any rate, Kristoff's pleading protestations, his interference, had bought the Four the time to get away, earlier. And now he stood, his mask off and clasped in his hands behind his back, looking at the floor. Waiting for his sovereign and his guardian, whom he loves very much, to say something.

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nextgen_baddie
2009-05-13 12:13 am UTC (link)

There had been tasks to attend to that demanded Doom's attention first. The public had to be addressed, and damages to Doomstadt cordoned off. Now... there was Kristoff.

His footsteps echoed loudly down the corridor, heralding his aproach, the usual retinue of guards and attendants dismissed. He entered the chamber, the door sealing shut behind him.

And he looked down upon his student.

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	discardedheir 2009-05-13 12:26 am UTC (link)
	Kristoff only looks up slightly. He doesn't speak until he's spoken to. No questions. No excuses. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2009-05-13 12:31 am UTC (link)
	"You have failed me." His voice is hollow, with tightly-leashed rage. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2009-05-13 12:36 am UTC (link)
	Kristoff winces, then swallows, looking entirely at the floor again. "I am sorry, Sir." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2009-05-13 12:55 am UTC (link)
	"I avenge the murder of your mother. I take you in. I give you the power and will to carry on my philosophy and authority." He hunches over, hands clenched in front of him. "And you betray all I have given and taught you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-13 01:09 am UTC (link)

Kristoff sinks to his knees, tears streaming silently down his face.

He wants to scream 'No! You taught me to have Standards! I couldn't just ignore them! You're Better Than That! If I did it wrong, please forgive me, Sir, or punish me if you need to, but I wasn't trying to betray you!'
But he can't. He just can't. And it wouldn't be very wise if he could.

All he can manage to strangle out is "N-not ungrateful, Sir."

How fortunate that his armor's microcircuitry is waterproof.

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	nextgen_baddie 2009-05-13 01:21 am UTC (link)
	The eyes visible through the mask do not flinch. "Your body betrays your thoughts.. yet another weakness. Yet another way you have failed me." He draws himself up again, turning away from Kristoff and standing with his hands behind his back. "Doom has no need for you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2009-05-13 01:33 am UTC (link)
	Kristoff barely manages to hold back a sob. His thoughts rush, trying to salvage some shred of hope. So he doesn't need him. Doom needs no one. Does ~~Father~~ the Master of Latveria still want him around at all? How long would he be in disgrace? Assuming he lived. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

nextgen_baddie
2009-05-13 01:37 am UTC (link)

He continues.

"Doom has no use for you."

He snaps his fingers and a panel slides open in a wall facing Kristoff. A young boy steps forward, wearing armor modelled after Doom's own, without a mask, hood fallen back. His skin is fair, and his features are gaunt for his age. He cannot be more than six. His expression is blank, and his attention fixed on Kristoff, but with a detached ennui.

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	discardedheir 2009-05-13 01:40 am UTC (link)
	Kristoff cringes at the words, then blinks at the boy. "...Sir?" he whispers, wide-eyed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2009-05-13 01:49 am UTC (link)
	"For a time... you were valued by Doom. I have no need for a second heir, let alone a weakling, a betrayer, and a fool." He raises a hand, looking over his shoulder. "You will leave Doomstadt, and not return, on pain of death." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	discardedheir 2009-05-13 02:00 am UTC (link)
	He would scramble to his feet faster, obedient to the dismissive gesture, if he wasn't physically wracked with shock and horror and heartache and the child in his...well, they weren't his clothes; they were clearly new, but... He makes it to his feet eventually, but he's still just staring in grief. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2009-05-13 02:11 am UTC (link)
	Doom has no patience for traitors. "You will leave Latveria, and not return, on pain of death." He turns halfway, looking at the child in armor. "Vincent, my son, dispose of the fool." The boy steps forward, raising an arm as blue energy crackles in the palm of his gauntlet. His eyes are impassive. "Yes, father." A repulsor blast floods forward. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

discardedheir
2009-05-13 02:26 am UTC (link)

Considering the conversation, Kristoff had turned off all of his armor's automatic shielding.

He just stares with pain until he's knocked out of the room by the blast.

When he recovers, he'll pull himself up, start moving, and just not stop until he gets to Symkaria. It was less running for his life than just not being able to stand it all.

The Symkarians would probably feel a lot more threatened by the sudden landing of an armored figure at their Latverian border if it wasn't for all the sniffling and sobbing. After he'd stopped, because it would certainly be beneath his dignity as a Von Doo -- as a Latverian citi-- beneath Kristoff's dignity to do it before, he called New York from the border station.

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