The Super, Part one: Escape

It's sunset in Arizona, about 7:00 PM. The sun setting turns the rocks and sand a burning red, bright like fire and hot enough to burn your skin, too. The landscape is completely barren, except for the winding road leading to a building labeled "Supervillain Jailhouse." Inside this jailhouse are the most awful and terrible criminals that ever existed. These are the guys who committed crimes of a greater scale.

It's an average dinnertime in jail, the guards hurrying the inmates along, who are biting back bitter comments as they sit down to their thrice daily serving of slop. The one known as Biter grimaces as he tries to swallow the stuff. "Could they have made this any more disgusting?" he asks. He's new, and the other inmates sitting at his table advise him to keep his voice down.

But everyone else silently nods in agreement anyway. It really is disgusting. What did they do to deserve this? Try to blow up the entire state of New York? Oh, please, they could've blown up the world if they wanted to. Try to steal the most secret of secrets it can't be put into words? Man, even if he did do that, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone. Plot to destroy the sun? It's been scientifically proven his theory didn't work, so it's not even a crime, technically.

Everyone grumbled, wishing they could get the heck out of there so they could continue with their plans to take over the world. Wouldn't it be amazing if something miraculously happened to break them free? Yeah, like that would happen. They talk about this every night, just wishes waiting to come true. But of course, wishes don't come true unless you make them. Or do they?

A slight rumble rolls through the cafeteria, barely a vibration, hardly even noticeable in the loud room filled with conversation. The only one who really notices is one called simply The Villain. This guy comes from another dimension, the exact opposite of the famous hero known as The Super. He's bred for evil, and the only reason he ever ended up here is that mix-up with the dimensions. He shouldn't even be here, he should be in his own world, living on a throne crafted of pure evil and nightmares. He messed up, and he knows he has to serve his time, but that doesn't make it any easier to sit here and take imprisonment.

Anyway, The Villain feels the vibration. He stops mid-sentence, and focuses only on the slight shaking in his water glass. He waits, patiently. The vibration goes by again, this time slightly stronger, and he smiles, ever so slightly, an evil grin as he realizes what's about to unfold.

Suddenly there's a muffled boom, an explosion going off in another room, and the sound of plates, glasses, and silverware jostling on the tables. The room immediately goes silent as the inmates listen to the sound of guards running through the corridors, calling for backup, giving orders and taking them. And then the sounds of battle, still muffled, far off. The inmates stand up, still for a moment as they look around at the now unguarded exits. The Villain stifles an evil laugh.

Then they make a run for it.

They run through the hallways, looking for the cause of the confusion and for a way out. And then there it is: a gaping hole where the main entrance doors used to be, the ragged edges burning. The inmates stomp out some of the fires, and climb out of the front of the building. A loud, grumbling roar tears through the air above the escapees, and none of them can believe their eyes. Except for The Villain. He saw it coming the whole time. But then again, he always does.

It's a dragon. Soaring majestically across the sky, silhouetted by the orange sky, it breathes fire at oncoming guards and police officers. Soon all opponents to the flying beast are either burning to a crisp or running for their lives. Satisfied with its work, the dragon touches down, and a figure slides off its back. As the group of escaped convicts comes nearer, they can see this figure is a teenage boy, maybe seventeen. His blond hair is blown into a crazy frenzy and he's covered in scorch marks, but he's grinning madly.

"Here's the plan," says the boy. "We are going to take out The Super."

The Villain smiles again at this. He's going to like this plan.





Just a sneak peak at the comic I'm writing for you guys! Stuff like this takes time, and that is something that is hardly ever on my side. I can feel you guys getting antsy, so I wrote this teaser to keep you occupied. Maybe it was just me getting antsy. Well, either way, here it is. Hope you think it's interesting, and feel free to give feedback! I've changed some settings so there should be less issues with commenting on my posts. Send me an email if it's still not working! My address is polarfarina@gmail.com, if you're too lazy to look at my profile to figure it out. I'm that kind of person, so I don't take it personally at all.

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