'Shade Light, the story of a beacon of hope, the essence enlightened in all ages and facing such furies unimaginable to the human mind to comprehend, eh. This story can be observed through parallels of all individuals that come across the so-called, perfect "Gary-Stu, Mary Sue, wise lions of the zoo" type of entities known as "Superheroes", some may come off as charming, over- the-top vigilance that saves the day when in need, but sometimes there are dark aspects that these "superheroes" do not talk about, so egoistic and narcissistic, sociopathic and even possibly psychotic beyond belief. Nihilism for everything but for these costume-wearing unknowns are at a central spike at the summit of trends these days, to me it's all bologna, I mean if these freaks show out who they really are, then maybe we'd not be in this predicament, but these are the fellas who left our planet for dead beyond life. Look, maybe I'm just so full of myself, and I'll probably end up dead like the rest of the useless cronies who claim they are "supervillains", part-time thugs who claim to be masterminds, can you believe it, GORP?'
A prisoner says whilst reading the morning newspaper, you see this is not just an Earth where the technology is just a bunch of 3 dimensional, flat screens with a bunch of wires and electricity to keep it stable and a bunch of moving metal panels and frames with rubber wheels which further endangers us, no this is more than just a parallel reality to that of our own, this world is in a solar system in a galaxy with hundreds of planets, planetoids, stars, comets, asteroids and floating soup kitchens governed by a "Galactic Alliance", where technology is limitless. Technology is EVERYTHING in this reality.
We are talking very much about flying vacuum cleaners and those little Roomba fellas everywhere, levitating schools for the youngsters who gain knowledge on a daily basis, but instead of our world where we gradually forget what we learn when we grow older and become overwhelmed with a middling adult life with who we work far too hard, enjoy far too little and only wish for a better life, no but we remember as we all become more intellectual when we grow, gaining a level of intellect with more knowledge we come across, and this Galactic Alliance more than not can help you in exchange for a lease, instead of owning cosmic assets, you can borrow it in cases of emergence, as it may have severe side effects.
You may think this is propaganda and all, but we will all soon see what is to come from this "Alliance", in a universe (it eventually not just be one) where planets are stars and vice-versa and where dinosaurs are possibly corporate managers, who knows?
Alas, "The Miracler" sits lone behind bars, possibly instituting for a more enveloped area of confinement, seen a slightly slender yet toned handsome man, coated with brune hair in a spiky upfront design, somedays it's a perm, other days, it's a literal porcupine of strands, below his hair, on his forehead lay his forehead protector with an M logo sewn onto the centre, his eyes were of a soft hazel colour, though somedays it looks green to others, a black-grey-ish tank top overlaying on his torso, not stained, but very, very uncomfortable to wear in such a place as this, dark-blue denim jeans with holes at each kneecap and a pair of rusted old cowboy boots, rusted as of all the walking he did from one end of his tiny 5 square metered cell, with mere slight above average height, he was truly shorter than other criminals who were all ginormous in their own right, let alone the actual supervillains in there, yet his nigh-excellent physique makes up more than the flaws.
In other places, such as in the Galactic Alliance headquarters, he is known as the self-proclaimed "Mega-Genius of Aldebaran" , though the nickname given by the Galactic Alliance "Death Deliverer" who is all impurity and all stubborn, he exclaims 'Wheeler wanted nothing to do with the decision, that imbecile put me behind bars instead without his consent!' to his prison guards and cellmates nearby, who thought he was hallucinating severely and very much so with his useless amount of nightmarish lucid dreams, the law and order was clearly not in his favour as the commissioner did not arrest the vigilance but instead arrested the (in his words) true justice of, not only the planet, not galaxy, the entire cosmos.
Alongside him was a slightly (I'm being very modest here) foolish, alien-like, eldritch entity by the unofficial name of "GORP", (seriously what a name is that), this "thing" was of a stocky, bald, inhumane and unorthodox-like build, it was very muscular in fact, muscles bulging out everywhere along with many hideous branch-like tendrils running along his head and forehead, he had no hair as obvious as that, however he has these stunningly gorgeous red eyes which don't match with the rest of his putrid body, with his ranked, rancid, arched, raspy jaws, he barely uttered out the reply 'GORP, GORP', as he lacks the basic knowledge and capability to speak, even more so to do with reading or writing, there was no doubt these two heinously odious men who are both insane beyond repair (according to the outside world, or worlds for that matter), were after one being and his ally, Officer Wheeler Jones Sr., a man with such high calibre and praise, he was seen as a role model for all aspiring, young supers of all races and genders, of all creatures, mutants and inhuman, of all cyborgs and aliens, of all zombies and androids alike, an entity only birthed from several exploding cosmic worlds beyond (possibly even billions) this Earth, with around the power to implode anything at will from just his name.
The man (if you can call him that) known as.... I don't know, he's not a public identity, and even if I did, why should I tell you, but also known by his alias, SHADE LIGHT!
'I wonder where he is, we need to get out of here either way though, GORP!'.
'It seems that we have an eldritch, bat-like, foreign alien-like super-inhuman monstrosity, or so I believe, heh-heh. There is no man of such a calibre than "Shade Light".' On that very night, the ultra-massive planet of Aldebaran had imploded, yet the so-called superhuman (who is not at all like a human) above all couldn't bother saving them, the home died out for these two young aliens who were left for dead, barely managing to escape, possibly intentionally, and now only revenge will be possible for these two maniacal miscreants of terror to satiate their thirst of blood.
'Rumour has it that he'd been partaking in a huge war in an unknown warring state in the Whirlpool Galaxy, leaving him malnourished of all his potential, we'll take advantage of this and make him a victim, WE WILL SWEAR REVENGE!!' and after a long awaited pause, the two eyed at each other, with the mastermind saying to his accomplice 'GORP, ATTACK NOW', and with that in his very fragile, dull and pathetic mind, he screamed with a raspy roar which sounded like a volcano erupting and broke free of his very durable, stainless steel chains, with handcuffs also being torn to shreds like pieces of wool, though it was made of iron and aluminium of the masses, and with another groan going by as to an even more raspier 'NYAAA' this time, using some sort of clairvoyance and telekinetic forces to break out of their cells, although it took a second or two for his dull mind to register the scenario they've gotten themselves into, alas the deadly duo, the most fiercest of inter-dimensional entities, one of brains and another of just brawn, have escaped captivity of their cells and are now on the loose.
'Watch out, the creeps hav-', the officer couldn't even finish his own sentence as The Miracler whacked him in the face so hard his own police hat, decorated with a golden Azardiz (the hyper-prison they are trapped in) emblem, flew off his own head as if it had wings of its own, then the jackass monstrosity known as "GORP", ran at full speed and pummelled another officer, prior to him being snapped in half like dry spaghetti, he blurted out for mercy, exclaiming 'Please, wait and reconsider, we can talk about this, right?', his whereabouts are currently unknown but all I can say is, if you ever fall on your face, no matter how high you were nor how rough the ground is when you fell, you will most likely end up better than this guy, surely he should've chosen better anomalies to guard, all I can say is, hope he can pay his hospital bill (if he lives).
As the rest of the officers who pushed in for a round with the Miracler were fleeing on their flying motorbikes (jealous?), the superintendent, an alpha above the rest of the pack, went in for a scrap (or tried to prove he was dumber than GORP), squaring up to the Aldebaran Scientist, the almost god-like being walloped the poor superintendent into orbit, one punch was all that was needed, and after uppercutting this warden, he spoke out all these words 'Which one of ye are next, huh...I said WHO'S NEXT!!', showing his back, decorated with scars like a Christmas tree is decorated with baubles and bells, proving he is no one to hassle with.
His physique as a slender yet toned individual took form here as his shredded back even puts medieval knights to shame.
Meanwhile, GORP was having at it with a couple of his own punching bags, which were the guards who were paralysed upon the hideous sight of GORP, sending them all flying left and right like a tornado, his overwhelming size easily dwarfing all these puny, insignificant guards, not a single one could let out a plead in time as he nearly walloped them six feet under.
Bloodlust with rage, he looked for more competition but couldn't find any as all who opposed him and his cohort have all either fled like a coward, who if you ask me are the real geniuses, or had been tossed around like a ping-pong ball, some go really high and some fall deep.
They both approached the exit of the super-prison, which had been busted open at full capacity due to the sheer force of power caused by the flying vehicles, for it had also been made only of a double-layer of shiny stainless steel. 'Well that was not as bad as I half expected, although how are we going to get down, there's only a single flying motorbike, and that's half damaged BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO DAMN SELF-CONTROL, WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN RELEVANT INFORMATION FROM THOSE GU-.....Huh...Oh my!', the alien's expression changed from anger to sheer shock, as they both looked down in awe and amazement, and for the Miracler, pure goosebumps, at the 110 kilometre drop to the surface (notice how I said hyper-prison and not super-prison, well this is why), they had never seen open air in over four months, except they didn't realise that the prison had a time dilation system, where 1 day in the prison equates to a month in the outside world, meaning while only a meagre four months of just sheer boredom passed the time, being May, June, July and August, starting on the 1st of May, around 123 months, or 10 years and 3 months have passed, and since this is the first of September, a month will pass by the end of the day ( in the prison that is).
The Aldebaran Scientist looked back upwards and started to hyperventilate, a frequent feature of his, he truly never befriended anyone other than his mate on his left, and ever since 'that day', many years ago, he had never truly recovered from the shell-shock, he hated being in large crowds, never liked the partying and drinking nature of regular human beings and just mostly kept to himself, only ever talking about anything bothering him to GORP, if he even understands him that is, one very introverted feature of the Miracler is that he keeps a journal to himself with very small but detailed and artistic drawings fully coated with pen ink and even coloured in with expensive markers- another cool fact of this Miracler is that he loves to draw, but we won't go into much detail about that- he was very much inspired by a well-known author for children known by the name of Jeff Kinney, of one of the only humans he actually respects, he loves his franchise of small yet influential books known as the "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" series- which brings me onto another thing he loves, reading, any novel, comic, autobiography or biography, short story, article, scripture, anything- that was taken away however, by who you may ask?, Officer Wheeler Jones Sr., 'Gosh, every commissioner has to be a nail in the coffin for failure, I mean how many actual antagonistic individuals from your favourite novels and tv shows get caught by the corrupt commissioner, yet we somehow do.'
He then pursed his lips after the cool down, truly he was a mega-genius, with a human IQ of around the estimates of 250 at bare minimum, but with a half broken motorbike and an eldritch man-baby to carry, he can't help but sigh, truly he could indeed repair the motorbike but you have to take into account the lack of resources, all of the guards have been, in a safe way, sent their path to the afterlife and with a thing the size of GORP, how could you not panic, and even if a miracle occurred at one point or another, how would it be possible to escape the power of the Galactic Alliance, they have security cameras on the outside, as the prison had grown so tame with the level of security, it didn't even need cameras, at least on the inside, the outside was much different.
The other prisoners were howling at the two, whether in excitement, solace, fear, gratitude, envy or perhaps even all of those emotions, they wanted to get out of their cells in addition, but how could they, there were a few thousand inmates on this very summit floor of the prison, it was a total of 6,000 kilometres deep after all and who knew if they had any relatives or friends on the floors below in cells, this was the smallest floor after all and it contained a certain thousand inmates, who knows what hellhole lies below, for one a riot could occur.
'Ignore these cronies GORP, they have no use to us at all, they could turn on us at any given moment'.
This had quietened down the inmates and they began to soon resent the two, mainly the Miracler, 'You only got out by luck' said one of the inmates, another said 'Let us out so we can show you who's the ringleader', the Miracler replied back to both of the men 'Ringleader you say, I will be surprised if any of you even imbeciles knew the meaning of such a word, considering that both of ye are unable to escape your cells by either brawn nor brain capacity, I can't see you every coming near me, even in your wildest dreams this will not be possible for either of you men, as goes for the rest of your worthless pals, all bark but no bite.'
This angered the whole floor of the prison inmates, whom all started rattling the cells at full capacity, no luck for any of them as they were all deprived of basic human dignity. They all had bloodshot eyes, with saliva dripping down their faces, showing their sheer brutality, and even savagery, no wonder they were locked up in the to floor.
While they were doing their bizarre and pathetic way of escape, the pair spotted a small shed-like store, what was it you may ask, well it was a flying soup kitchen, the ones ran by the Galactic Alliance, they could tell it was by the emblem above, a bold G with a lower case A beside it, the door looked small, so small that individuals like GORP will probably have to tuck his head down to get in, below the door frame was a small set of solid stone stairs, 10 in fact, leading up to the soup kitchen, it was quite narrow and would take a leap of faith from GORP to reach it, it was estimated to be around 15 kilometres away from the top floor, and if he missed the landing, he will fall to his doom. This was the most cowardice way of escape but what have they got, if GORP miraculously lands on the steps, he will have to use his clairvoyance at full might to move the soup kitchen to the prison so the Miracler can hop on.
After explaining it around a dozen times to the monster (what did you expect from a guy named GORP), GORP readies himself by moving towards the end of the floor, which is around a kilometre in length, as quick as a speeding bullet, he dashes across the prison, as quick as the speed of sound, he jumps as far as he could managing to land and as quick as an eagle, he barely perched onto the stairs, although the bottom two stairs have shattered upon impact, he was still unharmed, though he was a bit shaken up. A great showcase of agility, he then busted open the door with a single swing, then he jolted at full function, staring a hole through the only person at the shop, a young man with dark, brune hair and blue eyes, a slim, lean figure and with a brand-new polo madras shirt, brown, bermuda khakis and black pointy shoes. The guy looks up at GORP and shrieks, he holds up a stun gun when his eyes connected with GORP's, pulling it from the top the marble-stone cabinet, he asked him 'Who are you,? -well, nobody really knows-, what are you? -well, nobody really knows- where are you from and why are you here?' - well, you already know the answer, nobody really knows at ALL.- Before he could ask any more questions, GORP lightly chops the boy in the back of the head, temporarily incapacitating him, he then looks down at the youngsters badge, it read in all caps "RANDALL "RANDY" SOPRANO, CYNISIAN MARTIAN-VENUSIAN HYBRID, HOMEWORLD: PRIMUS CYNIS OF THE WHIRPOOL GALAXY MARS, DISTRICT: TERRA- 002 045, JOB: ASSISTANT MANAGER".
On the other end, the Miracler looks backs at the prison cells, only to see the hinges of all the cells slowly, but surely coming loose. Though it was a double layer of reinforced stainless steel rods coated with brass, the damage is being done, as the soup-kitchen inches closer and closer by the minute, so does the fate of the Miracler, he then realises the dire desperation of the situation and looks for something to defend himself with. He stumbles across the three officers both he and GORP had made part of the galaxy designed, marble floor, (somehow still breathing but unconscious), very rare for prisons to have but impressive nonetheless, all three officers had weapons, the superintendent had a sharp knife in his pocket, the one that was betrothed into the ground by GORP had a stun grenade and the one smacked one in by the Miracler had not only a .45 mm non-lethal rubber bullet gun but also a bulletproof vest, coming in handy if any of the bullets ricochet.
He quickly put on the vest, put the stun grenade in his pocket and held a weapon in each hand, the sharp knife in his left and the gun in his right, as the more rustier the cells get, the more tense he gets, he is a master of combat, taking out all of the guards that ran at him, although he could not single handedly take on all of these inmates at once, he could seriously take out the majority, this is the biggest prison in the galaxy after all, at least in the opinion of the Galactic Alliance, and the more floors, the more dangerous the inmates. GORP edged nearer, around 3 kilometres away at maximum, but three inmates nearby have already broken out of their cells, and ran at the Miracler, one of them tried to hit him in the head with his handcuffs, but the Miracler dodged him, kicked him in the mid-section and knocked him out with the hilt of his new knife.
The other man tried to wrap his handcuffs around his eyes to blind him, but the Miracler judo-threw him off of him and kneed him so hard in the head, he broke off two of his teeth, the man grabbed the Miracler's knife and slashed him on the arm, though he jumped back to avoid major harm, this angered him so much he kick the knife out of the man's hand, jabbed him a numerous amount of times and held him by the shirt near the exit, the man looked down, and well... he tinkled himself wet, he knew the extent of his existence would die down after this, he pleaded for forgiveness, but the Miracler was not so kind, threatening him by dangling and shaking him up and down by his shirt, he then felt another inmate running at him and so he threw the hostage at him and kicked him backwards with a reverse drop kick, saving both of their measly lives without any mishaps.
The last escapee of the three awoke himself and was not satisfied one bit with his "reward" and so he jolted at the Miracler, this time he showed no mercy, he tripped him over and kicked him off the ledge, and the man fell 110 kilometres to his inevitable doom, thankfully he has the soft grey concrete ground with rocks laying on top to break his fall (or make it). GORP edged nearer to the the prison, around a kilometre to the prison, meanwhile another four prisoners had broken out and ran at Miracler, who sucker-punched an inmate in the throat, then kicked another in the shin and slammed both of their heads together, pushed them into the other two inmates, then he drop-kicked the two other men, who tumbled backwards onto their back. He then held the .45mm gun at all of the men, including the one cowardly strangler from earlier. 'Azardiz Sanctorium, that's the name of this place, oh how much I hated being here, the guards, the rooms and of course you ROTTEN TWITS WHO ARE THE MOST INSUFFERABLE SCUM ALIVE, I ALREADY SHOWED MERCY TO ONE OF YOUR LADS, YET HE TRAMPLED ON THE GRACE I GAVE HIM, NOW LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT HIM, THE REST OF YOU FODDER SHOULD STAY BEHIND YOUR BARS BEFORE YOU END UP LIKE HIM, EATEN UP BY DEATH.'
He then took a breather to hear what the inmates had to say, mostly death threats and rather cruel comments, he then responded with 'Now remember, those bars are not for me to be protected from you lot, in fact, it is for you lot to be protected from me, I am at the top of the food chain whereas you are bottom leftovers, left for the giant space dog's of Hogarth to eat you up', this enraged the crowd so much that, not only did each and every cell door break down, but also the concrete wall and the plaster on them.
Suddenly the whole floor of prisoners, including men and women, young and old, flimsy and flabby, all had one goal: Take down the Miracler.
In a flash before their eyes, Miracler covered his ears with his forehead protector (which blinded the mob using the rays of the sun), and shot three rubber bullets deafening the mob, then looked at GORP, who was in a 10 meter radius, in a last ditch effort, he moved his forehead protector down to his nose and mouth, tossed the smoke grenade at the mob and took a leap of faith. He knocked the mob out unconscious (most likely killed the old, fat men at the back who get tired from just standing up from their bed) and barely latched his hands on the steps. GORP dragged him in to save his life, as they both stare back at the prison, only gratitude for each other comes to mind.
'Wait, that all played out better than it did in my head, we actually did all that?' said the Miracler, GORP responded by saying GORP, four times this time, possibly boasting about the heist of the weapons and levitating vehicle. The Miracler then looked into the distance and said 'Ha-ha, TAKE THAT GA, NOT SO GREAT ARE YA, I TELL YOU, WE TWO WILL MARK THIS EMPIRE'S END.' Followed then by a loud, yet unexpected sound was heard from his stomach, 'I'm starving like hell, you wanna grab a bite as well' he said, GORP processed it very slowly and nodded. 'We should probably stop the flotation system by lowering down the electricity, that way, we can then switch the system to descend and not worry about crash-landing', GORP nodded, acting like he understood. As GORP took three plates for themselves, the Miracler asked who the third was for, and he pointed at young Randy Soprano, the man of Terra-045, the man who wears a madras shirt.