The Super 4 : Dark Death

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  I: Harrison

  II: Jake

  IV: Carly

  V: Darryl

  VI: Harrison

  VII: Jake

  VIII: Carly

  IX: Darryl

  X: Harrison

  XI: Jake

  XII: Carly

  XIII: Darryl

  XIV: Harrison

  XV: Jake

  XVI: Carly

  XVII: Darryl

  XVII: Harrison

  XIX: Jake

  XX: Carly

  XXI: Darryl

  XXII: Harrison

  XXIII: Jake

  XXIV: Carly

  XXV: Darryl

  XXVI: Harrison

  XXVII: Jake

  XXVIII: Carly

  XXIX: Darryl

  XXX: Harrison

  XXXI: Jake

  XXXII: Carly

  XXXII: Darryl

  For my dearest sister, Maia, thanks for all your love and support!

  Harrison

  I

  The day my life changed fell on a Monday. Which is pretty ironic considering that I, along with most of the world, hate Mondays.

  However, despite my amazing hatred for Mondays, the day was looking to be pretty good. I had just received an A in biology and Physics and the day looked to be very promising.

  It was as if God was smiling down at me. The sun was shining, the sky was as blue as the ocean, the birds were singing. The manicured fields of school’s campus spread out in endless directions. The peace seemed infinite. Absolute peace and happiness.

  And that’s when I saw Darryl Klein walking down the hall with a gigantic French book in his hands.

  Now let’s get things straight: Darryl Klein was the smartest boy in the school. He was a transfer from a tiny town in Kansas. I heard that he and his Mum were really poor, like dirt poor, so I try to do my best to not talk about the latest gadgets Dad got for me when I was around him. Also Darryl Klein is one of the least popular guys you’ll ever meet, with a social status of near zero. As far as I can tell I’m his only friend.

  Anyway when I saw that book, my day turned upside down. I suddenly remembered my French teacher Madame Belle’s nagging voice reminding us that the end of unit test was coming up. But looking back who could blame me? I mean it was a Friday! With the weekend so near, it was probably expected that we’d forget about it! Another thing to add to my ‘Mean Teachers Must Die’ list: Make us forget upcoming tests and then give us an F.

  Today was a Monday, the most horrendous, most terrifying day of the week. A day when teachers suddenly think having surprise-and non-surprise-tests is a good idea.

  It was horrible!

  However I pushed all the injustice out of my head and rushed to my locker.

  French was last period. That gave me less than ten minutes to study my French verbs. I’m not exactly the smartest guy and languages proved to be a constant reminder of that. My school was a fancy prep school so we had to study four different languages: French, Spanish, German and Latin. I had a C average in three of those subjects but French I was the worst in class with an F-minus average. Up to the time I started learning French no one in Grade Eight thought it was possible to get worse than a D-minus, but I proved them wrong. For some reason my brain could simply not understand the point of make tough choking sounds to please an impatient old hag.

  So there I was sitting on my own at a bench studying those horrible French verbs, when Jake Patterson shows up with his crew. Jake Patterson, along with being my best friend was also the coolest guy in school.

  This news might make you think that I’m cool to, but I’m actually kind of a loner. It’s not that I’m antisocial or anything, but Dad is a really powerful person and I hated thinking people were only nice to me to please him.

  That reminds me, Dad is the President of America.

  “Hey, Harrison,” Jake said, “Why are you reading that?” Regarding my book as if it were a week old piece of moldy cheese that had been soaked in milk and left to dry in a hot car for two months.

  “In case you’ve forgotten we have a French test in five...four...three…two...one.” I said as the bell went off. I looked over at Jake his tanned skin had turned deathly pale as a herd of students rushed past him in a hurry to get to their next class.

  “Well?” I said impatiently as I waited for Jake to move.

  “Please tell me this is a dream.” He said.

  “This is a dream, now get a move on. You know Madame Belle hates it when we come in late. She’ll throw a huge fit.” I urged.

  Finally Jake took a few steps forward. He combed his long blond hair back and stared ahead, his dark green eyes daring anyone to think the mighty Jake was scared of getting a bad mark on a French quiz. Sometimes I think Jake should be an actor like his Mum. He tends to over-exaggerate at every little thing. To make it worse when he does that whole confident thing he makes me feel so small. There he is the most athletic guy in our grade with his long blond hair, green eyes and muscular physique he tends to take all the attention.

  Especially compared to me. I have brown hair and brown eyes with a caramel colored complexion. Nowhere near the awesomeness of Jake.

  “You’re late!” The horrid voice of Madame Belle snapped me out of my trance. “Take a seat and here is your prize for being late” She handed Jake and me a little pink slip. I had gotten enough of those to know whatever was written inside meant an hour in after-school detention.

  Sighing, I sat down at my place. On the table was a thick stack of paper, no doubt the horrid French quiz.

  “You may begin!” Madame Belle announced.

  The sound of pages being turned filled the air. I stared at the paper. I began writing random French verbs on the pages, uttering a prayer that by some miracle of God the words would someone make sense to me, like they did for a character in one of my favorite books. No such luck. Sighing, I continued with my technique of writing whatever French word came to me. I hate Mondays.

  Because of my amazing, yet unreliable technique I finished my test before anyone else and escaped from the horrid classroom that always smelled like egg salad. I waited by my locker for the bell to ringing signaling the end of the day. While I waited I wondered how amazing my life would be if I were someone else. Someone infamous and ever safe from the endless hordes of paparazzi. At that moment the loud bell and the flood of children entering the hall and rejoicing that the day was over interrupted my thoughts. Jake was not among the cheering crowd he nodded solemnly at me. Before erupting into a string of insults mostly announcing how he’d like to throw Madame Belle into an active volcano. On Mars.

  Completely forgetting about the pink slip in my pocket, I walked with Jake silently listening as he continued to give a very detailed description of where she should stick her quiz.

  “So I take it the quiz went badly?” I asked, hardly able to keep a straight face. Jake looked at me as if I had just announced I was an alien from the planet Neptune.

  “Uh… yeah it went pretty badly” he said calming down. By that time we were sitting on the bus waiting to go home. A pretty blond with blue eyes sat in the seat next to us.

  “Hey, Carly.” I said.

  “Hey, Harrison, hey, Jake!” She responded. Carly Martinsen was one of our best friends and was the head cheerleader on the squad. She was also Jake’s crush though he would never admit it to anyone else but me; Jake has had a crush on Carly ever since fourth grade. Jake opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off short by the arrival of Darryl.

  “Hey, guys.” he said, “The quiz was really easy wasn’t it?” At this point Jake looked like he wanted to strangle him. But before he could get the chance to murder Darryl, I tacitl
y decided it was a good time to change the subject.

  “So you guys want to walk through the woods today?”

  It was common for us to walk through the small patch of woods on Mondays to try to forget the horrid events on Mondays. That is Carly, Jake and I. Mondays were Darryl’s happiest day. However he decided to go with us, as we were his only friends.

  “Sure, let’s do it.” Carly said, flipping her blond hair. An adventurous gleam sparked in her ice blue eyes. One thing I’ve learnt while hanging out with Carly is to never be fooled by her good looks; she is one of the most adventurous people you’ll ever meet in your life. But you might get that from the gleam in her sea blue eyes.

  The others all echoed her words.

  When the bus pulled out at the mountainside the four us got off along with two chubby blond boys. The taller of the two turned and started of to the left. We heard his heavy panting within ten seconds. We and the other boy started towards the left behind a massive boulder. The boy stayed a few meters behind us, out of earshot. After a while the boy took a left and we were alone on the dusty trail. By this point Jake had started a very animated talk about last week’s football game. Carly and Darryl nodded intensely, but I just rolled my eyes and tuned out of the conversation. I thought I heard a rustle in the leaves but when I turned around nothing was there.

  For a moment, I panicked thinking it was a bear, but I shrugged that thought of, reminding myself of the long lecture Darryl had given of why there would be no wild beast in the woods.

  After a while we came to a forked path and took a left. I frowned that’s strange I was pretty sure we always took a right.

  But Darryl was here and he had a photographic memory. Oh well. I guess might’ve confused my left from my right.

  However, after thirty minutes of walking there was still no sign of civilization. By this point Jake had finally finished his story and the others realized how lost they were.

  “I’m so thirsty!” Jake complained. I hadn’t noticed but so was I. I looked around and spotted a small building covered with trees.

  “Hey,” I said. Everyone turned to me. “Let’s go see if that place has some drinks.”

  Looking at where I was pointing, we stumbled towards the building. I opened the door. It creaked open. We stepped inside. In it was the most amazing sight we could hope for; endless rows of vending machines. Each of us rushed to the one that caught our attention. Mine had flames all over it and the soda was labeled ‘Magma’. Carly’s was blue and yellow and was labeled ‘Electric Eel’. Jake’s was made out of blue glass and had ‘Bullet’ displayed on the can.

  Personally I found Darryl’s the most boring it had no color at all, just stainless steel with ‘Dr. Tritor’ imprinted on its side.

  Each of us took about three cans and had gulped them down in about two minutes, and then we decided to retrace our steps. I had a sudden strength within me that made me feel like I was capable of anything. By the look of confidence on the others faces I bet they felt it to. When we got back to the fork we took the appropriate turn right and headed home.

  Luckily for me I got home minutes before Mum and Dad, and since the maid wasn’t here, no one but my sister, Tessa, and my butler, was home and we had a special bond so I knew she wouldn’t snitch. Especially when I told her why I was late: Jake!

  When dinner was over I went to my sister’s room to thank her and she accepted graciously.

  Then I told her she was pretty cool for a ten-year-old. I left the room before she could hurt me, but she still sent a pillow my way. I was about to defend myself from its soft features when a ball of fire came out of my hand and met the pillow.

  It exploded with the pillow causing a hurricane of feathers to swirl around me. I looked to see if my sister saw that but she was in her room.

  I collected the remains of the pillow and threw them in the bin.

  That night I dreamt I was in a pillow fight with my friends but I kept on burning the pillows and my friends kicked me out onto the cold street, throwing pillows at me.

  Not exactly a horrible nightmare but I wouldn’t want that happening to me in real life either.

  Jake

  II

  I awoke the next morning with a cold bucket of ice being dumped on my head. I got up immediately. I spotted my sister’s smirking face looking at me.

  Before I could pulverize her she said, “Get up birdbrain, school starts in ten minutes.” I hopped out of bed, shoved my twelve-year-old sister, Jane, out of my room and got ready for the day, at an unnatural pace. I didn’t have any time to ponder this, because just as I finished getting ready the bus arrived on the curb. I picked up my bag and rushed out of the house. I got a snack at the cafeteria and waited for the bell to ring.

  I guess I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because I was awoken ten minutes later by the bell. By the time I remembered where I was the second bell was ringing. I started running. Within seconds I had collapsed in my chair in homeroom.

  The second bell was still ringing.

  The rest of the day passed in a blur of mixed events. I got a C in math and a B in English, but I didn’t even notice the lectures my teachers were giving me. How could I? I decided I couldn’t keep this in me anymore. I would eventually explode from keeping something that big inside me. I had to tell someone. And there was only one person I trusted to keep a secret: Harrison.

  At lunch I dragged Harrison into a private corner of the school. I told him what had happened. For a while he was silent. I wondered if it was a good idea to tell him. If he would think I was crazy.

  After what seemed like an eternity he finally responded. “My power is cooler than yours,” he said. What? Then it hit me I had just ran at an unnatural speed, how else could that be described? I had a superpower. Then I realized something else. Harrison said his power was cooler than mine. That must mean…

  “You have a superpower too?”

  Harrison rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Well obviously, that’s what I just said”

  “So just out of curiosity what is your superpower?”

  He didn’t respond for a moment. Then he said: “Fire. And I think I might be able to fly. At least that’s what happened in the movies.”

  I thought about yesterday. How weird to have a building in such a remote place. Then I remembered the soda. Harrison’s had fire on it. That same day he showed the ability to create fire. I wondered if the others had powers too. They probably did.

  “Hey, Harrison, what if…” I started.

  “The others have powers too? Yep, I was just thinking that.”

  “I’ll ask Darryl, you ask Carly.”

  “Sure.” He paused. “I’m sure you’d prefer me to look like a weirdo in front of your beloved Carly.”

  A teacher appeared before I could give him a pounding.

  After Phys. Ed. I asked Darryl if anything weird had happened to him. He bit his lip and said no. I shrugged and began walking away. “ Okay just checking. You know me and Harrison felt slightly… powerful” I left the comment hang.

  After a moment he responded. “Wait. Okay something weird happened. Everyday I take an online IQ test. And yesterday I had an IQ of-of … four-hundred and twenty-eight!”

  “Wow!” I said. I didn’t know much about IQs but I was pretty sure that if Darryl was shocked I should be as well.

  “And I made a phone.”

  “Okay?”

  “And the phone worked. And I made it out of plastic, a bit of glass and two paper clips!”

  “Can I see?” I asked. He nodded before continuing.

  “Then I put it on top of the roof to hide it, then I went into the backyard to see if it showed and it did, but I didn’t want to climb all the way up to the roof and then I got this feeling I should stretch my hand so I did and my hand stretched all the way up to the roof and moved the phone!”

  “I have a theory that it had something to do with…” I started

  “The soda
? Yeah I think so to.” He interrupted. “Oh right! I almost forgot here’s the phone.” Pulling out a lump of plastic from his pocket I noticed it looked strikingly family to the new state-of-the-art phone. If he hadn’t told me it was plastic I never would’ve guessed.

  “Well…Harrison is checking with Carly now, so I guess we’ll find out when school’s out.” I told him. He nodded absentmindedly.

  The next class was History. I was barely paying attention as Mr. Nesbitt droned on and on about the “oh-so-fascinating” history of the United States. I heard something about the British and Christopher Cucumber or something like that. Like I said I was barely paying attention.

  After what seemed to be decades, the bell rang and hundreds of students left the classrooms without being dismissed. I waited impatiently by the bus. Now that I had super speed the whole world seemed to move at a turtle’s pace. That was both good and bad. Good on holidays and weekends bad on tests and school days.

  “Jake!” I heard someone shout. I turned around and saw Carly running towards me.

  “Hey.” I said.

  “Hey.” She said in return. “ Harrison told me everything. I have electricity and water powers.” She had told Harrison how she had been able to breathe under water and cause a blackout when parents told her off. “So that’s why the power was out.” I thought.” Shame I was watching a football game last night.”

  I then told her about my power and Darryl’s power. She said our powers were pretty cool too.

  On the bus we decided to meet at Harrison’s tree house to discuss the series of events that had taken place.

  I arrived at the tree house first, even though I set off at 2:55, I still got there at 2.56. I decided to admire Harrison’s tree house. The tree house was made completely of blue glass: Harrison’s favorite color. Inside the tree house was adorned with red velvet sofas, two flat screen TV’s and a long oak table with six chairs. On the roof was a Jacuzzi.