[ 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 .

This time, the cage was somewhere difficult even for me. 
 
 The lair was deep, dark, and loathsomely wet - a symptom of being buried under two tons of earth and several hundred meters of Lake Superior. It was tragic, really. Such a disgusting place, and so much effort made to build it. Personally, I felt as if it would have done a bit better overlooking a nice sandy beach on the big island of Hawaii. Much, much prettier this time of year, and the result would be the same. 
 
 Entry to the prison was easy enough - even to places such as this, where visitors are seldom, people still come and go. Though, it would be more accurate to say Person in this case. 
 
 Obelisk. The big man himself - two tons of living metal and stone wrapped up tight in the skin of a gallant, intelligent young man who really ought to be getting a doctorate instead of breaking the jaws of common criminals. He could take a beating, that one, though Wraith had certainly put him through his paces. It had taken him a full five days of continuous combat for that one to go down, and for what? Imprisoning him, a man who had caused less property damage alone in his entire twenty year career of escorting unsavory characters than the two together had caused in the first twenty minutes? Wasteful, that's all it was. He'd spent his time, as far as I was concerned - and luckily for me, my own opinion was the only one that mattered. 
 
 For the first time in months, Obelisk had returned to visit his unlawful captive. All I needed to do was hitch a ride on his shadow, and he was none the wiser that he had a second guest in his crypt. One brush of his shadow against the one that bordered the tunnel, and I was off - racing down the damp passages at the speed of thought, invisible as long as I kept to the shade. 
 
 It was n't long before I met with the first roadblock. A door, sealed tight with far more locks than any one door should ever need. A quick glance through a peephole showed a control panel, a wall of glass, and something strange glowing within. I knew I could n't squeeze past - the door would have to be air-tight - but then again, I knew I did n't have to be. My shadow was already there, and through it, so was I. 
 
 The control panel was much more difficult to deal with. Numbers danced across three separate monitors, messages in a language of odd hieroglyphs that meant nothing to me. Beyond them was the glass I had seen before, enclosing a strange, shimmering red mass that swirled within a tube like some foul chemist's mixture. With a feeling of revulsion, I recognized some of the parts as they drifted past - a heart, a lung. A face, belonging to someone familiar. Wraith had certainly gotten himself into a mess this time. He was n't dead - Obelisk was never the type to kill - but judging by the expression he wore, mercy was not one of the Stone Man's strongest virtues. 
 
 Clearly, destroying the vault would be no good - all it would yield would be a bigger mess to clean and one less villain to stalk the world - but to anyone who did n't know exactly what they were doing, any meddling would just lead to even worse fates. Only one man could save him now. 
 
 I smiled, and became him. 
 
 Shadows come in all shapes and sizes, after all - and for a while, I had been his. Obelisk had been very careful - wearing plated helms to stop telepaths, even dousing himself in salt once or twice to ward off spirits, but even that was n't enough to protect him from himself. Even if I could n't read the screens, his shadow knew exactly what to do and did it for me. Lights flashed, alarms blared, and slowly Wraith began to coalesce. 
 
 The tube shattered, and he fell to the floor gasping for breath. It was time to leave, for both of us. I had done my part - Wraith was free. He would have to do the rest himself. 
 
 When I opened my eyes, I found myself exactly where I was before I had started - on the same beach, toes in the water, legs covered in the white sand of the Big Island. If anyone had seen me, they might have just thought I was taking a nap with drink in hand. 
 
 Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt Obelisk roar in frustration. He knew, then, and was surely planning the next big capture. I raised my glass, toasting his ambitions. 
 
 We'd have to see about that.
