*a closed fantasy, to expand in proportion, but by invitation only*
"Starr, You Bitch! I WILL get EVEN with you!"
My final words as a free man, 4 long and painful years ago, not a threat but a promise I intended to keep. The words gave my hatred purpose, and with that purpose I began to plan, and as each day passed my plan began to shape itself.
My name is David Synn. Those of you who know the Megatropolis will recognize the name, my father's father being the founder of this foul smelling city, and the richest, most influential figure in it's early history.
Not much can be said regarding my father though, he inherited the wealth, but not the ability, and though his fortunes quietly increased, his influence and power had slipped through his fingers.
It was a shame I had to kill him. But I was impatient and eager to inherit, and he had stood in my way, his own gray eyes meeting mine as I shot him, the surprise written all over his dark tanned skin as he died at my feet.
I was impatient then.
And that impatience got me caught, by (off all people) a Super Bitch called "Starr"
Catching me made her a heroine, and for four years I planned and plotted my revenge on the big-breasted bimbo, using my families wealth to gather all the facts I needed, and to plan my own death.
Death?
It was the only way a Con ever escaped the walls of this maximum security hell, no amount of money could do it, no bribe, extortion, or blackmail. For the prison was buried 80 feet below the cities surface, and monitored only by the cold eyes of machines.
Robots.
Created by my own, now dead father. His shining (and single) achievement, making a pile of tin intelligent enough to guard the most perverse scum of society, at a place where the good and innocent would never have to see or think of them again.
Ever.
I couldn't get out alive.
But the moment I died?
My corpse would be brought topside and given a proper burial.
It was the best funeral money could buy. My death was announced across every major TV and radio channel, and read on the front page of all the major papers.
And then just as quickly as it was a headline?
It was forgotten.
Leaving me to quietly take over my fathers companies with one purpose in mind.
Revenge on the bitch called Diana Starr, a super heroine who now championed MY city, a virtuous woman who was soon to be my own private slut, whether she liked it or not!