Chapter 1: A New Perspective(Rewrite)

Disclaimer: Velocity is a fanfic focused on Marvel comics and is a response to another fanfic, Tachyon Rise to Villainy, which is a fanfic of CW Flash that was created by my friend and which I have published with their permission. The characters, settings, and other elements of Marvel comics are owned by Marvel Entertainment and are used here for fanfiction purposes only. The events and plot of Velocity are entirely fictional and do not reflect the views or opinions of Marvel or its creators. This fanfic is written purely for entertainment and non-profit purposes, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Manny Ramos was a 19-year-old man of mixed heritage, half-American and half-Filipino, with a lean and muscular build. He woke up at the crack of dawn, his messy black hair standing up in all directions as he rubbed his tired eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms, feeling the stiffness in his muscles after yesterday's workout at the gym.

Manny got up from his bed and walked over to his closet, opening it to reveal a variety of specialized clothing that could handle his superhuman speed. He picked out his black jacket with blue linings, a black jacket with a 'V' symbol, blue cargo pants, and black combat boots, laying them out neatly on his bed. Manny then proceeded to the kitchen, where he made himself a protein-packed breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon.

As Manny sang the Good Morning Song by Gene Kelly, his neighbors groaned in annoyance. They had been putting up with his terrible singing for a while now and were getting tired of it. Manny, however, was oblivious to their discomfort and continued to belt out the tune at the top of his lungs.

One of his neighbors, Mrs. Hernandez, came over and knocked on his door. "Manny, can you please stop singing? You're disturbing the whole building!"

Manny opened the door, flashing her a charming smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Hernandez! Sorry about that, I can't help it if my singing is just too good."

Mrs. Hernandez rolled her eyes. "You call that singing? It sounds like a dying cat!"

Manny chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mrs. Hernandez. After all, cats are pretty agile creatures, just like me."

His other neighbor, Mr. Smith, also joined in. "Manny, you should really consider taking some singing lessons. Or just stop altogether."

Manny raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that? I enjoy singing, and it's a great way to start the day. Besides, I'm pretty sure my singing is just one of my many talents."

Mr. Smith snorted. "Talents? More like a nuisance. You're lucky I don't call the police for disturbing the peace."

Manny just smiled and shrugged. "Suit yourself, Mr. Smith. But I won't let your negativity bring me down."

As Manny finished his breakfast, he scrolled through the news on his phone. He read about the latest mutant rights protests and the growing tensions between mutants and humans. Manny was a mutant himself, with the power of superhuman speed, and he had spent most of his life hiding his abilities to avoid the discrimination and prejudice that mutants faced in society. However, after witnessing the mistreatment of mutants firsthand, he had decided to use his powers to fight for mutant rights.

Manny put on his specialized clothing and grabbed his laptop bag, ready to head out to work. He waved goodbye to his neighbors, still humming the Good Morning Song as he walked out the door.

As he walked down the street, Manny couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and purpose. He was determined to make a difference in the world, one step at a time. And with his superhuman speed and his newfound perspective on life, he knew he could accomplish anything he set his mind to.

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Manny sat in front of his computer screen, scrolling through a list of error messages. He had been troubleshooting for hours, trying to fix a server issue that was causing delays in the company's operations. As he was about to try a new solution, his phone rang. It was his boss, asking for an update.

"Hey Manny, any progress on that server issue?" asked his boss.

Manny sighed. "I'm still trying to figure it out. I've tried a few things, but nothing seems to be working."

His boss let out a frustrated sigh. "We can't afford to have our systems down for much longer. Keep working on it and let me know if you need any help."

Manny nodded, even though his boss couldn't see him. "Will do."

As he hung up, Manny heard a knock on his office door. It was one of his colleagues, a fellow IT specialist named Rachel.

"Hey Manny, I heard you're having some trouble with that server issue. Do you need any help?" she asked.

Manny smiled. "Actually, that would be great. I'm running out of ideas."

Rachel sat down at the desk next to Manny and they began to work together, bouncing ideas off of each other and trying different solutions. After a few minutes, they finally found the root of the problem and were able to fix it.

"Great work, Rachel. I couldn't have done it without you," said Manny.

Rachel grinned. "No problem, Manny. That's what teamwork is all about."

Later that day, Manny received a call from a mutant who was being discriminated against at work. Manny had been providing technical support to the mutant community for a while now, and he was familiar with the types of issues they faced.

"What's going on?" asked Manny.

The mutant on the other end of the line let out a sigh. "I've been getting harassed by some of my coworkers. They're making fun of me because of my mutation and it's making it really hard to work."

Manny's tone became serious. "Okay, I'm going to need some more information. Can you give me the names of the coworkers who are harassing you? Have you reported this to HR?"

The mutant gave Manny the names of the coworkers, and Manny made a mental note to follow up with HR. He also gave the mutant some advice on how to deal with the harassment in the meantime.

"Stay strong, okay? You don't deserve to be treated this way. I'll do everything I can to make sure this gets taken care of," said Manny.

The mutant on the other end of the line thanked Manny and hung up, leaving Manny feeling frustrated and angry about the discrimination that mutants faced.

As the day drew to a close, Manny packed up his things and headed home. He knew that he had a lot of work to do in order to make a difference in the lives of mutants, but he was determined to do everything he could.

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Later that night, Manny arrived at the underground lair, greeted by his fellow mutant rights advocates. As soon as he stepped into the dimly lit room, he could sense the tension and urgency in the air.

"Hey, Manny! Glad you could make it," one of his colleagues greeted him, patting him on the back. "We need to get started right away. The situation is getting worse by the day."

Manny nodded in agreement, taking a seat at the makeshift table in the center of the room. "What's the plan for tonight?" he asked, leaning forward. "Any new developments?"

Another mutant, a young woman with purple hair, spoke up. "We've received word that a group of mutants is being held captive by a government agency. We need to rescue them before they're experimented on or worse."

Manny listened intently, nodding at the plan. "Alright, sounds like a plan. Who's in charge of coordinating the mission?"

"I am," a gruff mutant with claws for hands responded. "We'll need your technical expertise to get through their security systems."

Manny smiled confidently. "You got it. Let's get to work."

As they began to plan their mission, Manny noticed something odd. "Hey, guys, does anyone else feel like we're being watched?" he asked, looking around the room.

His colleagues paused, looking at him skeptically. "What are you talking about, Manny?" the purple-haired mutant asked.

"I don't know, I just have this feeling. Let me check something," Manny said, whipping out his phone and scanning the room for any electronic devices. Suddenly, he detected a signal coming from a nearby wall.

"Guys, we need to move. Now!" Manny yelled, standing up and pushing his colleagues towards the exit. "We've been compromised!"

Just as they were about to leave, the door burst open, and a group of men dressed in black tactical gear stormed into the room, wielding advanced weaponry. Manny acted quickly, using his mutant ability of super speed to buy time for his colleagues to escape. However, he found himself being pursued by a guided missile, which he narrowly evaded by phasing through it.

But as he emerged from the explosion unharmed, Manny felt something was wrong. His body felt weaker, and he stumbled to the ground. He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

"Manny!" he heard his colleagues' voices shouting in the distance. "We have to get out of here!"

But it was too late. Manny could feel himself losing consciousness, as his vision grew hazy and his body went numb. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was the faces of the men who had ambushed them, their cold, emotionless expressions burned into his memory.

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Manny slowly opened his eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. He tried to sit up, but his head felt heavy, and his vision was blurry. He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by comic book posters, action figures, and graphic novels. It was a comic store, but how did he get here? He tried to remember what had happened, but his mind was blank. He felt lost and confused.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by a rush of memories that were not his own. He saw images of himself in a different world, a world where mutants were oppressed and hunted. He saw himself fighting for their rights, but always facing defeat. He saw himself losing his parents in the struggle and spiraling into a deep depression. The memories were overwhelming, and Manny struggled to process them.

As he continued to delve into the memories, Manny realized that this world he saw was not real. It was a fictional story, a comic book world. He felt a sense of disbelief and confusion, wondering how he could have been so lost in this fantasy. As he looked around the comic store, everything felt surreal, like it wasn't quite real.

Manny picked up a comic book and started to read. It was a story about him, but it was different from what he remembered. In this story, he failed to change society's views on mutants, and he lost his parents in his crusade. He felt his heart sink as he read, feeling a sense of loss and hopelessness. He wondered if this was what his life would have been like if he had taken a different path.

As he continued to read, he suddenly woke up. He was back in his reality, lying on the ground, with his hands tied bound by metal. He looked around and saw that he was in a cell, surrounded by other mutants. It was the MRD, the Mutant Response Division. He remembered being ambushed after the secret meeting and taken captive.

Manny felt a sense of dread and fear. He knew what the MRD was capable of, and he knew that he was in grave danger. He struggled to break free, but the restraints were too tight. He closed his eyes and tried to focus, using his powers to phase through the restraints.

But something was wrong. As he phased through, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. He felt like his chest was on fire, and he struggled to breathe. He realized that the explosion that had occurred during the ambush had harmed him more than he had initially thought.

As Manny was being transported in a heavily guarded truck by the MRD, he couldn't help but feel trapped and helpless. He wondered what would happen to him now that he was caught. He thought about his alternate self, the one from the comic book world. He wondered if that was his fate, to always fight a losing battle, to never truly win. He felt a sense of despair and defeat, wondering if there was any hope left for mutants like him.

No, not here. He won't let it end here. He won't!

He then remembered one comic issue about himself where it was revealed that his powers weren't just super-speed but a byproduct of his ability to absorb both potential and kinetic energies. With this in mind, Manny began to focus on absorbing as much energy as possible. He began to visualize himself vibrating at a rapid pace, causing the energy around him to build up until it exploded. It was a risky move, but he had to try.

The MRD personnel guarding him became increasingly tense as they watched the truck they were in begin to shake and rattle violently. They knew Manny was a powerful mutant with dangerous abilities, and they were on high alert for any signs of trouble.

"What the hell is he doing?" one of them shouted, as they struggled to keep their balance. "Get me the captain on the line, now!"

Manny could hear their panic and confusion, but he remained focused on his task. He had to get out of there and find a way to help his fellow mutants.

"Shoot him!" one of them yelled, but the others hesitated, unsure of what was happening.

With a final burst of energy, he let out a primal scream and unleashed a massive explosion that rocked the truck and sent the MRD personnel flying.

Manny's restraints were shattered by the force of the explosion, and he was able to break free. He used his speed to dash out of the truck before the MRD personnel could even react. They were left stunned and confused as they watched Manny disappear into the distance.

Manny's heart was racing as he ran through the streets, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He knew he had just done something incredibly risky and could have hurt himself or others. However, he also knew that it was his only option for escape.

As he sprinted through the city, Manny felt the energy within him begin to dissipate. He knew he needed to find a way to recharge his powers, or he would be powerless and vulnerable once again. He thought back to the comic issue where he creatively used his speed to escape prison by absorbing energy from nearby machines.

Manny looked around, searching for any source of energy he could absorb. His eyes landed on a nearby power plant, and he knew it was his best chance. He sprinted towards the plant at lightning-fast speed, his body crackling with blue energy.

The MRD was hot on his trail, but Manny was determined to make it to the power plant. He arrived at the plant and began to absorb all the energy he could find. The blue energy surrounding him grew stronger, and Manny could feel his strength returning.

The MRD arrived at the power plant, but they were no match for Manny's renewed power. He used his speed and agility to evade their attacks and quickly defeated them one by one. The MRD was left stunned as Manny disappeared into the night once again.

Manny knew he couldn't stay in one place for long, so he took off into the darkness, feeling more confident and empowered than ever before. He knew he had a long way to go in his fight for mutant rights, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a chance.

However, as he continued to run, Manny realized that he had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do next. He knew he had to find a way to help his fellow mutants and fight against the oppression they were facing, but he had no plan and no allies to turn to.

As he slowed down to catch his breath, Manny remembered the comic issue where he had lost his parents and failed to change society. The memory hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt a wave of sadness and despair wash over him.

For a moment, he thought about giving up and surrendering himself to the MRD. But then he remembered the feeling of being trapped and helpless, and he knew he couldn't let that happen to anyone else. He had to keep fighting, no matter what.

With renewed determination, Manny took off again, running faster than ever before. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do, but he knew one thing for sure - he was going to keep running until he found a way to make a difference.