FreeDom Fist

Glutius Maximov was perhaps the most powerless human for a large portion of his life, beginning with abandonment at birth at the doorstep of a supermarket his mother mistook for a fire station. He was raised by a revolving door of young grocers, never worthy enough for the owner to pay him any mind. In that hell he grew. He took from the bag boys and shelving stockers all the tools he needed to climb his way to the top. At the front of the store on his tenth birthday he announced his departure to an audience of shoppers, receiving an enthusiastic applause from a strange man who clearly didn’t care or even listen to the words of the short speech; just a big fan of public speaking.

Just ten years of age, Glutius began to build a criminal empire. He dealt in weapons, drugs, even people. Whatever it took to gain power in the form of money, he was involved with. Unexpectedly, when he turned 18, he met the love of his life, a woman named Regina Spitts. She was delicate and proper, the exact opposite of everything he was. Within months, she became Regina Maximov, falling for him just as deeply.

Regina had him retire from the life he knew, using the abundance of money for them to enjoy a life together. She was a passionate gardener. Their home was covered in all sorts of beautiful plants, all kept pristine by her care.

The Maximov estate was not far from the capitol of their country of Dansk. As a war with the U.S. escalated, a napalm strike was launched just near enough to ignite Regina’s garden… with her inside. Glutius jumped up and ran to the sound of her screams, but was too late. He tried to cover her in plastic bags to douse the flames, a trick he picked up at childhood, but she was already super super crispy. He shouted and swore revenge on the States.

Back to his criminal connections Glutius went. He drummed up enough men that feared and respected him to bring them to the capitol building, gathering a government sanction to invade his enemy’s land.

Glutius took a warship across the ocean. Contrary to all odds, he defeated all the American defense forces that attempted to stop his invasion, fueled entirely by the loss of his beloved.

Finally, he landed on the beautiful beaches of New Jersey. He stood there and started making an announcement reminiscent of his departure from Whole Foods.

Glutius became frustrated as he tried to wrap up his speech. Every few moments, an eagle above was interrupting him, making the strangest sound. He tried to bring it to a close.

“And this nation will be renamed United States of Regin-“

“WOOOO.” Called the bird streaking red, white and blue across the sky.

Maximov couldn’t understand why beachgoers weren’t running in fear of the army unloading from the warship. It only took a moment for it to become glaringly obvious.

The bald eagle above was no mere bird. Soldier of liberty, constituent of the constitution, herald of patriotism, FreeDom had gotten wind of an adversary with an ambiguous, fake-sounding accent and potentially fascist ideology.

With a quick dive at the adversary, Dom struck with a human fist at top speed, the rest of his body transforming just after. As if the entire national anthem and pledge of allegiance were sung beautifully in that split second of pain for Glutius, Dom released a powerful and cathartic “WOO!!”

Because of the quickness of the event, people at the beach just assumed the entire thing was some sort of reenactment and weakly cheered for their hero. Besides the overkill punch, FreeDom gave the enemies another reason to return to their homeland. He pointed to their warship. Dom’s flag was planted at the very front. From the top, it sent out a beacon strobing red, white and blue. All manner of heroes swarmed the skies above and awaited a signal. Above them all, Duperman floated, less jovially than usual.

Glutius gathered his army and returned to Dansk. He would return, but in the meantime, he would tend to his garden of ash and sorrow.