Perfect.
It's a place where people try to mentally live while they've either had their heads stuck in the clouds too long or have never been exposed to the reality that exists all around them. These golden aura'd beings are free from any real guilt that infests the minds of so many others. Their souls are completely washed clean glowing in an off-white shade, free from the stains of moral griminess.
I've always found it kind of sad that they live in a place where only others like them can touch and feel, but some see this as a prison and take immense pride in thrusting the disgusting, rancid truth in their horror-struck faces. I guess it makes them a virgin to the ugliness that is seeped into the pores of every street, in every building, in every person.
Amongst the clouded there is the one and only Will Stronghold, whom will never see the truth that is hidden, just like the majority of Sky High. Being brainwashed since birth that "good will always triumph over evil," most live out their lives as super heroes under the idea that it's the only option available, other than being a "villain." Although I could argue a different moral stand point about who the real villains are.
It's quite pathetic really and is reminiscent of drug induced societies like that portrayed in Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Except their high is natural. It's like working and breathing next to the god damn Brady Bunch.
I've learned that it isn't just the breeding, the mindset, or the possibility of someone spiking the water with trace amount of lithium for a euphoric effect (although the last one is just a mere theory of mine). I've found myself feeling like a separated twin, with that unknown longing and feeling of a partitioned soul, but it's with the rest of the world.
Fully existent physically with loss of communication... stranded in my own dessert. A living, independent reflection in the mirror beating on the glass while the world moves on squirming and pushing on each other like insects. It almost feels like hibernating with my eyes open.
Of course I'm not some anti-social, rage driven asshole under the impression I can do whatever I want. Especially in High School. The eagle eyes of authority watch little shits who think they can just vandalize and violate without any form or idea of what their own surroundings bear to them. One of the few rules I have: know your surroundings. Although taking my own advice hasn't always been my strong point. But hey, who the fuck do you take me for?
. . . But what if there was another option? What if there was another part of Maxville and other major cities, another part of this hyped up power-charged world that was neither black or white, good nor evil? Made up of those who have seen the truth and fight not only against plagues of "society" such as demons, giant robots, and villains, but against real threats that poison and infect the non-super and super lives of many, they are the closest to reality.
These are the real heroes. The unclaimed gods of our planet's underworld. They call themselves "The Gray" and have learned to shift between the world of shadow and mayhem to the sun-warmed place above.
I live in a world of blind hatred and horrifyingly squared people that I'd rather put a bullet in their brain then let them live in such delusional ignorance. On the outside of my body others would see me as a normal teenager super with homework problems and the tendency to bite my nails bloody, but I will pull back the curtain and show you the truth. Let me be the incendiary who lights your world on fire with my words.
My name is Charlie Corbin, Queen of my own personal Limbo and master of vice and addiction, and I am riding the line between stalking the abaddon of Maxville and passing out on my English desk from drinking a third of a gallon of Shimmy Vodka in the girl's bathroom.