(DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL DEPICT SCENES OF BRUTAL BEATDOWNS, TORTURE, POSSIBLE SUICIDE, AND OTHER MATURE AND DARK THINGS, DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18.)

The world of Apokalips, a place that is ruled by hatred, war and pain, suddenly, on one of the barren wastelands of this harsh, desolate world, what looked like a portal opened, and a child fell through, with a large wolf-like monster following, growling and snapping at the boy.

The boy had ragged (H/C) hair, and rags for clothes, these "clothes" stained with blood, and several fresh cuts were on his body, along with a bleeding nose and lips, and his right eye was bloody from a burst vein.

"Gah! Get off of me!" (Y/N) shouted as he held the Beowolf  back by it's jaws, the Grimm growled and started clawing at him, before the boy let out a loud yell and punched the Grimm in it's head, making a loud crack and killing the creature, also shattering it's bone-like mask.

The boy looked at his fist, a scowl on his face as he remembered the faces of his family, or more like, his abusers, memories of his sisters getting him in trouble so their parents would beat him, how he was beaten, had bones broken, and went through so many torments before he ran off, and then fell into that portal, bringing him to a new place that seemed like Hell.

"I will make them all pay..." the boy vowed to himself, before he was suddenly surrounded by several people, all of them wearing advanced looking armour and weapons.

"This must be the boy" the first man said, sounding unimpressed with the (H/C) haired youth.

"Doesn't look like much, why is our lord so interested in him?" the second man asked, holding his weapon at the young man to make sure he didn't try to escape.

"It's not our place to question, we should just bring him along" said a third man, who seemed impatient to get their mission over with.

"You! Come with us, now!" the first man ordered, as he aimed his gun at you young boy.

"Alright, I'll come along" (Y/N) said, his voice sounding cold and uncaring, it made the men unnerved, they had assumed they would find another scared, snivelling child, begging for help.

"Aw, that's a shame, I was hoping to have a fight" the second man said, as he looked at the evaporating Beowolf, scoffing to himself as they brought the boy along with them to a vehicle and sat him down, making sure he wouldn't try to escape.

They soon flew to the main fortress of this world, and brought the young boy through the halls, passing many terrified people, or tormented souls along the way, until they reached what appeared to be a throne room, and in this throne sat a man who radiated power.

He wore a helmet with very large horns made of metal, he had a grey beard and wore a chest plate, which also held a green robe in place, along with a green cape, he wore what seemed like a metal loin cloth with a skull on it, showing off his thighs, while also wearing metal boots and gauntlets.

"So, your the boy that arrived here with that Boom Tube?" the older man asked, as he regarded the boy with a cold look, though, his voice showed some curiosity behind it.

"Boom Tube?" (Y/N) asked, a little confused about this Boom Tube, he knew that his Aunt could make portals to people she was close with, but this sounded different.

"It's a sort of doorway between worlds, how did you manage to open one?" the older man asked, his voice showing that he wasn't going to accept any excuses.

"I don't know, I had just escaped from my tormentors, and got attacked by a Creature of Grimm, when suddenly this Portal opened, and I ended up here" (Y/N) said, speaking clearly so that they would all be able to hear him, though this man sitting in the throne was kind of unnerving.

"Tormentors? Explain yourself, boy" the man asked with a raised brow.

"I was abused by my former family, more like assholes, and I refuse die until I have my revenge on them" (Y/N) said, as he looked the man who he guessed was a king directly in the eyes, the King raised a brow as his lip curved into a slight smile.

"Hmm... this one shows a lot of promise, how would you like to become my son, and get power beyond what you could ever imagine?" the man asked, as he saw the young man's interest was piqued.

"How?" (Y/N) asked, as he looked to the king, who smiled, knowing that he's got the boy's interest now.

"You will be trained, the training will be harsh, you will more than likely be brought closer to death than you ever have been before, but, if you survive, you shall be granted the chance to rule Apokalips" the man said as he stood up from his throne, walking toward the young boy, before he stood in front of him, towering over the child.

"When do I start?" (Y/N) asked, the king smiled down at him, he was impressed with this child's will, his former family must have really tormented him, in order for him to not care anymore.

"Immediately, we shall make you strong, no matter the cost to your mind, or your body" the King said, with a dark chuckle, like the kind that a villain would do, before he then knelt down to (Y/N)'s level.

"What is your name, boy?" he asked (Y/N), his smile fading slightly, as he saw the injuries on (Y/N)'s body, as well as how malnourished he was, it would take some work, but this boy seemed worth the trouble and effort.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) Bran- no... I cast that name aside, I suppose I will just be (Y/N)" (Y/N) said, casting away his old name, planning to move onwards and become, something more than his current, pathetic self.

"I am Yuga Khan, the current ruler of Apokalips, from now on, you shall take the name Khan, now come, we shall assess your condition and then begin your training, we cannot allow weakness here on Apokalips" Yuga Khan said as he stood from his throne, walking to (Y/N) and motioning for him to follow.

The young boy nodded and followed his new adoptive father, going to one of the buildings in Apokalips, where he could hopefully get food and start to work on becoming stronger, in his mind, the boy was already plotting his revenge upon those that would hurt him.

(I will succeed these trials, and I will make them all suffer under my boot!) (Y/N) said, before he started to laugh in his mind, his body trembling as his lips pulled into a sinister smirk.