Superhero Story

This week's assignment was to create a hero and send him on a journey in a very obscure location. This story is dedicated to all of the pasty white people in the world (Darn you stupid UV resistent skin that prevents keeping any sort of tan!!!)


The Last Adventure of Albino Boy

Albino Boy, clutching his wooden cane, carefully approached the building, being mindful to avoid any detection. His mission was easy enough; sneak in and destroy his arch nemesis Ultra V, leaving no trace of being there.

Albino Boy, who was now well in his retirement age, had taken on this mission in order to delay the expiration of his “Superhero” status from the Alliance of Super Heroes. They had caught up to him at his home last week and gave him the chance to redeem himself by seeking out his old arch nemesis and bringing him to justice for the heinous crimes Ultra V had committed during his life.

Ultra V had sought to destroy thousands of lives through his hazardous behavior. Albino Boy shuddered at the thought of the people who had suffered darker skin pigmentation and the near misses of skin cancer that Ultra V had caused. Ultra V had come really close to causing serious harm by trapping two hundred people in a building that had all of the lights switched out to UV bulbs. Albino Boy had luckily come to the rescue and being armed with large doses of SPF 200 lotion was able to break into the building and free all of those defenseless people before any serious damage was done. Unfortunately, Ultra V had escaped each time Albino Boy had been close to capturing him.

Albino Boy, with a clever baseball cap that served as both a disguise as well as protection from the sun, walked up the handicap ramp to Ultra V’s new secret lair. He had lucked out in tracking his arch nemesis down through the use of the wondrous World Wide Web. He would have laughed at the arrogance of Ultra V in posting his home address on his Facebook page, but he was worried the rush of adrenaline would set off his pacemaker, which had a short in the wiring that would cause serious muscle spasms in his arms.

Albino Boy ducked by the doorway when the automatic door opened up and a man dressed in green scrubs quickly walked past him. Albino Boy tried to carefully slip past the doorway before it closed, but his speed had greatly reduced since his last knee replacement and the door snapped shut before he got in. Albino Boy stepped back to activate the sensor but his pasty white complexion had always made those types of sensors to malfunction. Albino Boy was forced to wait for someone else to enter so that he could sneak in.

He made his way in and was immediately stopped by a young girl that sat behind a desk. The girl smiled in the most demeaning manner as if she was looking at a lost puppy. “Well hello sir. Are you here to find out about our housing options?” The girl pointed to several brochures that lined her small desk.

Albino Boy was shocked that he had been so careless to be spotted by the small girl as well as the writing on the small brochures; Mid Valley Retirement Center. He looked at the small mirror that hung behind the girl and realized that he probably did look like he belonged here. The old man that looked back at him, with the loose wrinkled skin and scruffy gray hair certainly did not look like the young energetic and pasty Albino Boy that had once save so many lives from skin cancer.

Acting quickly to throw off suspicion, Albino Man (he figured he needed to adjust his name to match the image from the mirror) decided that he need to be incognito if he was gong to find his arch nemesis among the masses that undoubtedly filled the retirement center. “Yes, I would like a tour of your facility.”

“Certainly, let me get an escort for you.” The pretty girl dialed a number on her phone and one of the administrators came out quickly to begin the tour.

If Albino Man hadn’t been on a mission; he certainly would have been interested in paying closer attention to the amenities of the facility. It had several day spas, private rooms with full kitchens, a full fitness center, and staff that were available any time of day. It sure beat the small dusky flat that he shared with several inhospitable rats.

“As you can see Mr. Smith, we here at Mid Valley Retirement Center find that every resident is a high priority to us.” The sales man misunderstood Albino Man’s curiosity of each room’s inhabitants for an easy sale.

“You know what would really seal the deal?” Albino Man decided he needed to make a more abrupt approach and the sales man lit up instantly. “A list of each of your residents by room. . .This way I can see if any of my friends live here already.”

The salesman eyebrows raised in bewilderment at Albino Man’s request. Albino Man started to panic, but the salesman surprised him, “Ok, hold on and I can get that for you.”

Albino Man waited patiently for the young salesman to return and complimented himself on being so cunning. When the man returned he left Albino Man with the list so he could peruse the list in silence.

He was shocked to find that near the bottom of the page was the name Raymond U. Violet in room 214. Albino Man scanned the hallways and found the two hundred hall was the down the center hallway in the building. His excitement level caused his pacemaker to go off, which in turn sent spasms all down his arm.

Albino Man slowly made his way to the center hall. As he walked along the tile floors, the walls were lined with windows that exposed the many residents of the facility to the harmful sun. Albino Man decided once he finished with Ultra V he would have a word with the facilities management about their haphazard choice.

He came to room 214 and paused outside the door. He had been waiting for the moment to bring this man to justice for most of his life, and now a door in a retirement center was all that stood in his way. He looked up at the light that hung outside the room and cringed when he realized that the bulb had been replaced with a UV bulb. He started to step away when he remembered that he applied extra UV protection earlier in fear that his enemy would try such horrific tactics to delay his inevitable capture.

Albino Boy reached out for the doorknob but was surprised when the door snapped open before he could grab the handle. Instead of being greeted by an elderly version of his arch enemy, holding open the door was a tall somber man in scrubs.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” The nurse had been as surprised to open the door to see Albino Man.

“Um, I’m looking for Ultra V…I mean Raymond.”

The nurse lowered his head. “Mr. Violet is no longer here.”

Albino Man shook his head in anger. There was no way he could let him escape again. “How did he get away?”

“Get away?” The man’s look of sadness to turned to quizzical. “He didn’t get away. He died. You are welcome to come in and say goodbye before he is picked up.”

Albino Man smiled triumphantly as the nurse walked away from the doorway. While he felt some disappointment that he couldn’t face his enemy for one last time, he would certainly use his passing for his personal advantage. After all, no one, especially the A.S.H., would have to know that Ultra V died from third degree burns that he obtained from a tanning booth at the facilities spa. Albino Man would have jumped for joy with his triumph over evil, but that was the reason he had his last hip replacement.

Justice was served.