[ WP ] You are a supervillain named The Keymaster . Instead of creating grand plans to conquer the world , all you do is run around and free other captured supervillains from prison , after the superheroes defeat them .

Took a pretty long break from writing. Thought prompts might help me rebuild the skill. 
 
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 You probably don ’ t know who am I. 
 
 Most people don ’ t. 
 
 I prefer it that way. 
 
 But what I do, it affects you and every one you ’ ll ever know. I live a normal life. My façade never fades. I ’ m like all of you. I work. I pay taxes. I fake a smile and pretend that everything ’ s ok. 
 
 It ’ s the night that I rule. I hold all the keys. 
 
 I am nothing like the others. I evade the radar. Your heroes, those costume clad fools don ’ t even know I exist. They battle those that I free and never wonder how their enemies continue to evade imprisonment. Well I ’ ll tell you. I ’ m the reason the criminals, the villains, the rogues, whatever you choose to call them, escape. I am the reason they continue to pillage, destroy, and kill. I am the KeyMaster. I hold the keys. I unlock the doors. 
 
 It ’ s likely that many think me a mediocre foe. It may even be true. I don ’ t fight. I don ’ t kill. I don ’ t steal. I have no master plan. I just open doors and revel in the bloodshed that ensues. I have always been there, silently watching, waiting. Smiling even as my ignorant children are captured yet again. 
 
 I smile looking down at the city. The millions of people rushing left, rushing right, enthralled in their mundanity. Not knowing, what comes next. 
 
 As the sun sets, I slip into my black windbreaker and move towards the door. The end of the workday marks the start of a new escape. 
 
 The night begins in Cell Block D, solitary. There ’ s a certain stench to true evil. Pungent, sweet violence. All encompassing. A rare find. But I could smell it, even through the thick walls of the cells. I walked toward a cell. The solid steel door was painted a dirty mint color. And behind it, I knew was a man, powerful enough, and perhaps sharp enough to cause the kind of pandemonium I craved. I touched the door, and knew instantly that he was aware of my presence. I slid my hand to the edge of the door, and listened silently as the pegs shifted in a pattern similar to that of it ’ s key. 
 
 When the door slid open, the man that stood behind it smiled. “ I knew you ’ d come, ” he crossed his arms confidently eyeing me. 
 
 I didn ’ t speak. No one ever knew I was coming. 
 
 He ran his hand through jet black curls, shifting his metal rimmed glasses. “ You hold the keys. You unlock the doors. ” His smile fell away and his hands dropped to his side as he took a step toward me. “ But why? ” 
 
 I looked upon the man before me in wonder. He tilted his head to the side, revealing violently pink scar tissue. And I thought for the first time in a long time, Why? 
 
 “ The doors open for you, ” he continued not awaiting my response. “ The power you hold, the damage you could do... ” he trailed off in contemplation. “ Amazing. ” 
 
 “ How did you know I ’ d come, ” I asked. 
 
 He pushed past me smiling, once again. “ Find me, ” he said before vanishing. The unsaid words ringing in my mind, I have work for you. I closed the dirty mint door, and exhaled as I felt the mid-summer air on my skin. 

