The Super 4 : Dark Death

by Harrison Wallace

  I tried all weekend creating lava unsuccessfully. Finally on Friday I made a feeble ball of lava, about the size of a golf ball. After several more attempts I eventually made a lava ball the size of a hockey stick.

  I went to bed smiling at my miniature triumph. I pulled the covers up to my chin and fell asleep.

  I thought the world had ended when my alarm went off, all high-pitched and crazy. I moaned while getting out of bed. I hate having to wake up so early in the morning. Plus it was Saturday.

  I slapped myself for forgetting to switch my alarm off yesterday.

  I crawled into bed trying to get back to sleep.

  However try as I might I simply couldn’t re-enter the world of dreams.

  Still moaning and groaning I stomped towards the elevator. That’s one advantage of being the son of the most important person in the world. You don’t have to take the stairs. I reached the ground floor and continued to march my way miserably to the kitchen.

  “Yo, Grumpy-poof!” I turned around to see my sister walking towards me. “What happened to my pillow?”

  “What pillow?” I asked innocently.

  “The one I..” her voice trailing off.

  The one you what?” Keeping up my phony innocence I opened the fridge and took out a pack of microwavable pancakes.

  “Never mind. Just make me some breakfast!”

  “And what did your last slave die of?” I asked.

  “I killed him for not making me breakfast!” She smiled what she thought was an evil smile, but it looked like a puppy’s first attempt at growling: just wrong!

  “Fine.” I muttered incomprehensibly. I tore open the pack of pancakes and put five individual ones on each side, then placed them in the microwave.

  While we were waiting for the pancakes, my sister started singing ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’ really loud and really terrible. I groaned and close my eyes with my hands over my ears. Ding!

  Relieved that my sister’s racket was finally over I cautiously opened the microwave and waved away some of the steam that billowed out of the microwave. I lifted the plates out of the microwave without my hands getting even a little hot. I placed one in front of Tessa. I placed the other one on the table and added some strawberries and chocolate sauce to my pancakes. I wolfed mine down in record time, while my sister was still only quarter-way through to finishing her first pancakes. I laughed at her and immediately started choking. I poured some juice in a glass and downed it quickly enough. Then I continued laughing at Tessa all the way to the front door.

  I had taken only three steps until I remembered that it was Saturday and I was still in my pajamas. With my face burning I walked back towards my house. Luckily my mansion is right behind the White House, so nobody saw my burning face in Captain America pajamas.

  I went back upstairs to wash out the flames from the fire burning on my cheeks. Once the fire was out I walked back downstairs to the kitchen. I heard Mum and Dad talking quietly to each other. I decided to give them some privacy and walked into the living room where my sister sat on the sofa her pancakes on her lap and a TV remote next to her. She was watching some stupid fashion show. I rolled my eyes as I silently crept towards her. I slowly slid my hand over the remote and removed it from the sofa into my hand.

  “Put it back Harrison!” Tessa yelled, scaring the living daylights out of me. Tessa laughed cruelly. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!” She continued laughing her horrible hyena-like laugh.

  Mum soon came rushing in to see what the yelling was all about.

  She attempted to calm Tessa down but couldn’t stop the smile that slowly spread across her face as she heard how her eldest child had made a fool out of himself. Soon, Dad came in to see what all the fuss was about and broke off in deep laughter.

  Whereas my sister is pretty much identical to me, except for her hair, eyes and height, you would never guess that my parents were my parents just by looking at them.

  Dad is a pretty muscular, tanned guy from Texas and has light brown hair and hazel eyes.

  Mum however is the same complexion as Darryl, but has black hair just over shoulder-length height, with eyes so dark you can barely tell whether her eyes were black or brown.

  Mum likes swimming and running so she’s pretty fit. She’s also addicted to this sport called squash. I’ve played it a couple of times and loved every minute of it. Mum is from two small cities in Ghana, so you can bet it was a big surprise for them to discover that she’s the wife of a president!

  When my simply ‘hilarious’ family calmed down, Mum announced that she was making breakfast. This was great news because Mum was even better at cooking than our private chef from France. We all stomped to the kitchen, even Tessa came along, though she was still finishing her pancakes, where Mum started frying bacon, scrambling eggs and toasting bread. In other words she did her magic. By the time breakfast was ready I was practically drooling. I was starving even after five pancakes and a handful of strawberries. I gobbled down six pieces of toast, three helpings of scrambled egg, eight pieces of crispy, fried bacon and several cups of hot chocolate.

  All in all, my breakfast that day was pretty good.

  I leaped up the stairs, taking them three at a time, and crawled up the attic ladder to get to my room. I silently wondered why my family had been moving so slowly after only two helpings. I also started wondering whether my powers meant I could burn calories.

  Literally.

  I wasn’t dumb enough to give it a go. However I did think that after that breakfast I would need some serious exercise.

  So I hopped in the shower, put on some clothes and called Jake, Carly and Darryl. I had skillfully avoided calling them ‘the gang’ out of fear of being called Freddie from my second favorite cartoon ‘Scooby-doo’.

  They picked up on the sixth ring. “What’s up?” Carly asked.

  “Nothing much, but do you guys want to go to the tree house to train again?” I asked.

  “YES!” I heard Jake scream.

  “Sure, I’ll come.” was Darryl’s feebler reply.

  “I guess.” replied Carly.

  “Okay meet you there.” I said.

  “Already there!” said Jake, as he disconnected the call.

  “I’m on my way.” said Carly, as she too ended the call.

  “Well see you there Darryl.”

  “Okay.” He hung up.

  I pulled on my trainers and headed downstairs to tell Mum I was leaving.

  “See you later, mum!” I yelled as I walked out of the house.

  “See you, have fun.” Mum replied, “ and be back by lunchtime. I have a surprise for you!”

  “Okay.”

  I headed out and set off towards the woods. While I was walking I saw a trail of t water, which was a sure sign that Carly had been there. I also saw a couple of screws and bolts, which informed me of Darryl’s presence.

  As I neared the tree house, I decided it would be hilarious to sneak up on them and scare them. Plus it would mean I wouldn’t be the only one embarrassed. I melted when I caught a glimpse of Jake talking to Carly. I decided to sneak up Jake’s back and turn part of my face to solid form. That way Carly would hopefully think that Jake had sprouted another head. Chuckling softly I crawled up Jake’s back and completed my mission.

  Carly totally freaked when she realized that Jake had two heads and jumped backwards into the lake. Unfortunately for her she didn’t have time to activate her power, so when she finally dragged herself out of the lake she was dripping from head to toe. Everyone but Jake laughed, even Carly laughed a bit before using her powers to get rid of all the water on her. She was completely dry in a matter of seconds. However Jake looked as if he wanted to kill me.

  “Harrison, please come.” He said in a flat tone.

  I followed him slowly as he led me out of earshot of the other two. “Hey what’s up?”

  “What was that all about?” He asked

  “Oh,
it was just a joke.”

  “A joke? A joke? You literally just ruined my life!”

  As he spoke I suddenly realized that his normal Red Sox jersey and shorts with a pair of muddy sneakers were replaced with chinos and a fitted polo shirt and Vans.

  “Oh.” I said finally understanding. “Jake, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were like you know going to ask her out.”

  Jake practically had steam coming out of his ears. “Sorry? Sorry?”

  “Wow!” I said. “Relax. Calm down a bit just ask her now!”

  “I can’t just ask her now! My brain is as alive as a rock right now! I’ve no idea what to say thanks to you! How am I supposed to RELAX!”

  “Hey, guys! What you talking ‘bout?” Carly asked. We realized Jake had been shouting.

  “Nothing, I’m just teaching Jake how to...uh...Relax!” I responded hurriedly.

  “Oh...uh...Carry on then.” She gave Jake and I a weird look before turning back to Darryl.

  “Thanks a lot. Now she thinks I’m a weirdo!” Jake spat. He walked back towards Carly. After a few moments, so did I.

  “Well let’s start the match” I said half-heartedly. I paired off with Darryl again, as the game started.

  This time they were way better prepared and Jake immediately started running circles around us at 150 mph. A cloud of dust circled us and I immediately flew away. But Jake seemed to have thought of that to and I flew head-first into a force-field. The last thing I remembered was someone screaming my name as I slipped out of consciousness.