Now, I know what you are thinking, 'Wait, who the hell are you, and why are you even here, yapping like it's a deathbed confession?', I'll tell you what, be patient, calm down and maybe even whip out a cup of coffee or tea while you're at it. My name is Randall Igoro Armady Soprano, and you may be wondering, 'Were your parents in a coma when they named you, or were they drunk, or both', well I'll tell you my friend I'm actually not kidding when I say, I'm a third-cultured individual. I'm half Venetian and half Latin, and born on a different planet, you see I'm actually from Terra-045, the 45th Universe in the Meta-Verse (the smaller Multiverse), and though I can't explain much about the cosmology of the infinite Universes, the smaller and larger Multiverses (there are only two), the larger Omniverse containing both the multiverses, and of course, the Boundless region of space and time, I will tell you a Terra is equivalent to a universe, though it means "Land" or "Earth".
In my universe, Earth was destroyed 750 million years ago, when it collided into my native planet, Venus, the roles were reversed in the current universe I'm in, Terra-002, therefore this means human immigrants who somehow managed to colonise the Earth's moon and live there peacefully were known as "Venusians", with natives on Venus being "Venusians". I was born on planet Mars though, as my parents, who were fugitives, were fleeing from the Galactic Alliance of our universe, I was born in the year 17BC (Before Catastrophe, the calendar system I use that is) and was classified as a hybrid (that's a very high bounty).
I will tell you something though, that the sub-set of infinite universes here are all apart of the smaller multiverse of all, the Meta-Verse, this Meta-Verse is located in the eastern half Omniverse of ours, I only know that much but who knows what could be out there.
My home planet and native one were obliterated from the core by the Galactic Alliance, I barely made it out alive, managing to scurry over to the Earth's former moon (somehow still not broken into sediments and now being classified as a planetoids), the same cannot be said for the rest of the helpless civilians of the two rocky planets, 18.5 billion people in fact, including my parents, both wanted for unspeakable crimes they didn't commit.
The reason I was the sole survivor of such an "incident" was because I was saved by a shining knight, a man who towers above evil with all his might, here to stay to shelter those who fright, the man who seizes enemies to win every fight (all of these remarks I regret saying now, and for good measure), the man in gold, and I believe, no, I know his name was Shade Light. He was a bulky lad, but also quite lean, a bit more on the athletic side, he had great, luscious blonde hair, and a ripped physique, a big golden- yellowish cape, and a spandex costume with two initials, an S and an L. Not to mention he was quite handsome too, he said he hails from Terra-002, in a galaxy known as the Whirlpool Galaxy.
Naturally, as I was the only living being in the solar system (that I know of, of course), and also because there was no one going to stop me, I decided to tag along with him, for the most part, he had showed me all throughout his "universe", by flying on his FTM (Fairy Tale Maker), which can transform and was (at the moment) shaped as a flying soup kitchen shed presented to labourers working for the Galactic Alliance of his universe.
We were flying at an extreme, ultra-massive speed, so fast that it could cross dimensions in a matter of seconds at full throttle, almost as if we were teleporting, he also told me he could travel on his own at a much faster pace, he said he escape ultra-massive black-holes, billions of solar supernovae, big-bangs and even a universal implosion, but who knows if he's fibbing or not.
I was only 17 at the time of the rescue, and he showed around his place on a planet called Primus Cynus (or Cynis, according to some stupid law which caused the whole planet to start a global civil war, wiping out every living being, and this all happened when he was away on a secret recon mission), he lived in a cave in the mountainside with his pet husky, Chiko, a rescue dog which he got as a gift from the Galactic Alliance.
Around 5 years of combat training from him, which included running a half-marathon daily, which was super tough knowing I had to run in freezing mountainous temperatures, and a high risk of falling, I also did around a dozen sets of 150 sit-ups and 150 pushups and, as a cool down, working on certain core exercises to boost my versatility, and I was ready, though I was not anywhere near as strong as him, I was able to survive, shelter myself from danger, find food and water and also get my way around the place, especially on rainy days where he hadn't returned from his missions, and I had Chiko as my companion, and boy oh boy was he a genius.
Well one day, there was no sight of him, I figured he was off exploring or something afterwards, and I waited eagerly, with my boy Chiko of course. One week passed, and I waited and played around with Chiko, finding the best we can get out of our resources, which were running out, a month had passed, still no sign of him, Chiko had gotten a lot more frail than he used to, as food and water were more scarce in the hilltop, mountainside regions, and only the strongest survive, after a few more months of waiting, I figured he had left me for good, with poor Chiko, coughing up his last dying breath.
I had lost a huge part of my soul when he passed, and of course I buried him as best as I could, though the soil was not the deepest, it was still the best option I got to honour man's best (and only) friend. I couldn't bear to see him in this state, surely not, not a single ounce. After the small funeral, I looked over at the FTM, which was at the other side of the mountain, still in good shape, sort of reminder me of a device in a show I used to watch called Doctor Who, twas called the TARDIS, or something like that.
I knew I had to find him, to make him pay, for what he had done to me, for what he had done to Chiko, and for what he had done to all those he had left behind, you may be asking what I mean by this, well, does the remains such as skulls and skeletal bones explain much to you? Clearly these were also those he had left behind as well, why was it so?
In any case, I used this TARDIS knockoff to travel millions of light years away from Primus Cynus, away from the Whirlpool Galaxy, and to the Galaxy where the head office of the Galactic Alliance of this universe is located, a little known planet known as "Earth", a place where my heritage ties to in another. There the FTM had transformed into a soup kitchen, upon my order of course, and had also landed near the headquarters, I came up with a fake identity, though I kept my original name, I changed my birthplace, home-world and district, which I then crossed out to put in the correct information, I also got myself "promoted" to assistant manager. Those fools had no idea what was coming for them, they just let in their arch-enemy (although from a different counterpart from a parallel universe) in.
All I had to do was snipe the CEO off, load the barrel and then send him the killing blow, BANG!, not so difficult was it, well, as I was setting off for the hunting, ascending up from the ground, I heard a large thud from outside, I heard a couple of steps crack off of the FTM, I hurried over to the counter on the far end, flipping over the marble top and readying my stun gun on the table counter, just in case it was angry customer who came to review-bomb the service.
I foolishly got up from the counter once the entity passed through the door, knowing clearly the thing behind the counter was a huge pain in the ass, I could feel the life-force energy pulsing through his body, radiating from behind the closed, wooden door, as he slammed through the door, all I felt was anguish running through my spine, I had never seen anything like this before, a huge, inhumane, animalistic, savage brute, he looked like he was a gremlot from the void planet, Aldebaran, around seven foot tall at the very least, he looked like a mix between a Cthulhu and a gnoll from Dungeons and Dragons, (my favourite board game that I used to play with my pops when we were in hiding), I got up, held my gun at him, asked him a few questions and- WHACK-, without even a hint of movement, I was out for the count.
End of the Fable.