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(Disclaimer: Permission has been granted from Gauntlet to use the Mechanical Maniacs in this story.)

Prologue


An intersection of downtown Megalopolis was in tatters. Four figures were locked in a stalemate, a fifth in the rooftops.

WildType laughed as the Hardman and Topman were forced into a tight spot. His eyes were glowing red. Needlegal was unconscious locked in a cocoon, and he would kill her if they made any foul moves. He kept on the ready, prepared to take the hostage and attack the enemy. “Maniacs, leave now! I will not kill her, unless you try to capture me.”

Hardman backed off, “Call for the others. Snake, can’t you get a lock on him.” Hardman said in a stressed tone. “I’m trying; it’s harder when the subject keeps changing his vitals’ positions. It would guesswork to even hit him. Let alone catch an organ.” Snake replied. “Damn, I didn’ think that some human could be so much trouble.” Hard muttered. “Top have you gotten through to anybody yet?”

“Fools, I have weaknesses, but even a buffalo can defeat a pack of wolves if they plan badly.” “Wily was a fool to waste his time on machines” WildType looked at his surroundings, the immediate area was a wasteland, the people had ran to safety a while ago. The only choice he had left was to force them to let him leave. “I may not be invincible, but I am but Pheno’s failed experiment.”

WildType suddenly had a flashback. His daughter asked him a question. “Daddy, when Mr. Pee-nose is done, can we go to the zoo?” WildType fell to the floor sobbing. In a feral rage, he lashed out at Hardman. “If lunatics like Wily and Phenos never existed, none of this ever would have had to happen” He slashed at Topman and yelled. “Nature did not select them. It was those power hungry freaks.” “I will kill every one of their creations.”

WildType didn’t hear what happened next, he simply remembers seeing Gauntlet appear behind him in a puff of smoke. “If you ever attack my sister or my team again, I will make sure you can’t regenerate.” The next thing he saw was darkness, the room had no smells, and the air passages were too small for even an ant to get out of. He was a caged man.

WildType closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered that he was James Pace. He realized that he was just like the Maniacs; he would be a hero, born of villain’s mind.


(Note: the story is going to be more light-hearted than this, WildType needs to be a tad more fleshed out.)

Ch1: “Time in Prison.”

John had been waiting in his cell for a while. Reflecting on what he did. He recalled some of the incidents as WildType. Shortly after he had killed Dr.Phenos, he ran into the rain. He remembers that he acted as an animal back then. He recalled the fight he had. He remembered that Needlegal put a hole or two through him. And he wished he could forget the punch he got from Hardman. What really puzzled him was how he would get out of the cell however.

A security-bot walked down the hall. “Hey, can I have a talk with you”. John asked, wanting to think out loud. “Sure, shoot,” “My name is John Pace. My family was killed by Dr.Phenos, and his lab was destroyed because of my actions.” John said. “My actions were those of a feral animal only because of my mind was still piecing together the situation.” WildType said. “Too much for me pal, how about we get you a therapist huh.” The robot suggested.

“Are you there?” John asked, hoping that he would be allowed to prove his sanity. “I just got here John, what is it.” the Jail’s Therapist said. “What is your name” John said quickly. “What” “Your name, I thought that was polite to ask somebody’s name.” “Sarah, it is nice to meet you John.” “Hello Sarah, it’s nice to meet you too.”

Over the course of the next few months, John would get to talk to the therapist four times a week. He found, that his shape shifting powers were a blessing, as he could chat with himself on the off days. He explained everything to her. And she noted one thing in particular. At any time when WildType was hurt, the human mind would recede. He remembered his son used to love the Mechanical Maniacs, and then he let out a wimper. He didn’t want to attack them, but something that Phenos did to him caused him to become a lunatic of that level.

“John, you have made excellent progress.” Sarah said “I am going to input a request to get you released from here.” John looked at the floor. “Outside, outside would let me redeem my actions. Thank you Sarah, for every piece of help you gave me.”

Thoughts ran through his head, “What if the Maniacs catch wind, they wouldn’t trust me as far as they could throw me, not after what I did. I have to arrange with somebody to hide this from them.” as he thought, he wondered if he would get out at all, what if they already learned about this. All these thoughts jumped as He heard a Slamming knock on the door.

“Inmate 2153, you are being given a chance to redeem yourself.” The voice said. “You will be allowed to work alongside the RPD, so long as you behave. We have a Shock chip that will be implanted in your brain, if you try to remove it, it will detonate. If you get out of line, you are going to be shocked till unconscious and we will put you back in here with no chance of parole. And with your genetic oddities, a life sentence is a long time.” He said, obviously threatened by the beast. “You are damn lucky that Crorq doesn’t like the Maniacs.”

Ch2: “A 50-50 chance.”

John ran throughout the halls of the RPD offices wanting to talk to Crorq, he didn’t know what Crorq looked like, but he was determined to thank him. He tripped a few times and something struck him. “RPD means Mechanical Maniacs, and Mechanical Maniacs means more jail time!” John moved slowly, peering around every corner before he walked around the corner. He sneaked up on the front desk and asked for assistance.

John looked around cautiously, obviously afraid that somebody would walk around the corner. “How may I help you sir.” The receptionist asked. John had forgotten that he was in human form. “Sir, are you looking for someone?” the Receptionist tried again to jog his attention. “Oh? Yes, umm, where is Crorq’s office?” John inquired.

“I am sorry sir, but nobody gets in without an appointment.” The receptionist said, slightly disappointed. “Oh, who has the next appointment with him?” John says, a hint of a plan building in his brain. “That would be. Confidential.” John walks off, trying to find his way to his friend’s office.

After approximately 15 minutes passed, he finally got a lead. He ran after the person inside directed him to Crorq’s office. As he ran, he pushed over a small robot that was humming a soft tune to itself. “Crorq!” he yelled as he ran headfirst into the door, it was locked shut. “What?! Who is it?!” Crorq yelled back, having been startled from the slamming noise. “Crorq, may I come in?” John asked cheerfully.

“So this is the “Barbaric mutant freak” that the maniacs had trouble with? You look harmless.” Crorq scoffed. John was sitting down, aside from the fact that he had cat eyes, he looked like an average human. “I would like to accept the invitation to work alongside the RPD, as a hero for the public.” He said with a flare of excitement in his eyes. “Sure, if you think you are capable of being an Officer of Law, as well as working alongside robots. WildType glanced back at the hallway; he realized that little robot might still be tipped over.

“Uhh, there is one thing. I am worried that the Maniacs might want to send me back to jail.” John said, slightly nervous. “Don’t worry about them, I have higher authority.” Crorq said, happy that he got to show he was better than them. By the way, how do you plan on working along side robots, anyway? "Humans are a tad on the frail side."

After having shown off some of the powers he has, John was given a badge and an assurance that a uniform would be sent to his home (As it stands, his Jail cell.). "By the way, could you give me a warning when the Maniacs are around, I don’t think I can stand to face them right now." John muttered, he still felt guilt over his actions. “I have a meeting with some of them in just a minute.” Crorq said calmly, “Here’s your heads up.” The floor shook as though there was a small earthquake.

(Another Notification, I got permission from Hardman to use Gaderham in the story.)

Ch3: “Now What Genius”

Hardman rounded the corner into Crorq’s office, John had no clue what to do and he panicked. “’Ey Gaddy. I thought I saw you out in the reception area.” Hardman said. John looked down at himself, he had become a doppelganger of a familiar face, namely the little security bot that he knocked over a while ago.

“Oh, err; I was getting an order from Crorq sir.” John said, not knowing the mannerisms of the body he had. “I am going to the break room, you want anything.” Hardman stared at him, after a second of awkward silence Crorq tried to help. “INFIDEL! I thought I ordered you to get here at three. Not 3:01, Three!” John took advantage of the situation and drove out of the room.

He couldn’t believe it. He was going to be a hero. Not just a hero, a superhero, like the comic books. “I’ll call myself WildType” He thought to himself. In his dazed state, he ran straight into one of the other Maniacs. “Oh, good morning Gaderham.” Topman said with a hint of confusion. “Uhh, I thought I saw you back in the front of the office.” WildType turned around, and drove the other way without saying another word. “Gad?”

“WildType was panicking; he was quickly running out of places to hide.” As he ran past Crorq's office, he doubled back to listen in on Hardman’s conversation. “… I don’t care! He took almost had us back there! So what if he got a few questions right on a Friggin test!” Hardman yelled. Crorq scoffed “I’ve already met with him. He seemed quite normal, are you sure that he is still a threat. No, you know what, he is a good, umm, abomination of nature. He will be a fine cop.”

“Imposter!! Get back here!” Topman yelled. He and Gaderham were chasing after WildType, not knowing who he actually was. Hardman looked out the doorway. “Great, he was Gaderham, wasn’t he?” Hardman Sighed. “Yep.”

WildType saw a window, and did the first thing that any escapee would do. Forget that they were on the tenth story and jump.

After he regained consciousness, he found himself in his cell. There was a light swinging back and forth. On top of that his uniform was neatly placed on a bed. There was a note.

“We’ve made a deal, you are to be sent out when the others are busy. And the gun will only be given to you when you are near RPD Units. Have fun with your new job.” WildType looked at both sides of the note; flipping it over a few times to see if there was a name.

He Smiled and looked at the ceiling, pulled the lamp’s chain and turned out the lights