Supper hero 

Byy Ayyub M0hamed Ismail

Chapter 1

Hey, I’m Jake Kent and right now I’m pacing around my flat. My sidekick, Fred Wright said he had some news and he was coming right over. He’s taking a really long time. Looks like he’s going to McDonalds for a feast of chocolate doughnuts and then coming over. Normally, you would think that I am a regular twelve year old kid. Right? I’m kinda tall for my age and my blonde hair is really spiky. I have glinting green eyes and I am a black belt in ninjutsu or karate, whatever you want to call it. And I live a normal life. My sidekick, Fred is even taller than me and his eyes are so pale blue they look like ice. His blonde hair is spiky as well. He has super powers, just like me which makes us not as regular as you thought, huh? He can freeze someone with ultra-ice powers. Yep. You have super powers according to your eye colour. He can freeze you even if he’s not wearing gloves. He just wears them to fool the supervillians in thinking that his gloves have superpowers. When he turns superhero his eyes go white like you know Batman and Robin? Yeah it’s totally cool.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Ah, he’s here. Better open the door hadn’t I?

“You took your time. What took you so long?”

Fred simply replies,

“Traffic.”

Yeah, right. Like I’m supposed to believe that. Fred doesn’t even drive here, he walks. I give him one of my ‘are you sure?’ looks.

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. I was going to buy a newspaper but the newsagents shop was closed so I had to go to edge of town to buy one.”

“Huh? Whadd’ya need a newspaper for?”

Fred rolls his eyes.

“Duh! For the news I was going to bring you!”

Oh yeah, I forgot to give you a little background. Me and Fred are a superhero team. Like Batman and Robin. Or Sherlock Holmes and that other dude, whathisname? Oh yeah, Dr Walter or something like that. I’m the main one. To answer your question, why are you the main superhero, Fred or Ice Shock, has always been a ‘get on with it behind the scenes’ kind of guy. I’m better at presenting, I have more powers and I normally win the fights. And my superhero name is ‘Earthraptor.’ Huh? Oh, Fred’s talking again.

“Yeah, so as I was saying Evil Weevil just stole the Scrolls from the Hero Museum…”

“WHAAAAAAAAT? The Weevil just stole my grandfather’s Superhero Scrolls? Their priceless! And I haven’t learned how to master the Death Touch and the Sword of Justice!”

“Hey, calm down, man, we’re gonna bring the Weevil down. We’ve beat him before and he’s come back for revenge.”

The Weevil is the planet’s #1 enemy. He comes from the planet of Genesis which was under Martian rule. The Weevil and his family fled when he was 12 years old but his family died from a laser blast from Earth. He fell out of the spaceship and fell unconscious and the Crabs found him. They took him aboard and treated him and they’ve been best buds ever since.

“Hello, Fred! What’s up?”

Hey, that’s my Granddad. He’s awesome. I live with him now because my dad died before I was born and Mum died of cancer. I can still remember the howl of sadness erupting from me when Granddad told me. But that was 5 years ago, when I was 7 years old. My Granddad trained me how to use my powers that I was born with. Then he wrote the Scrolls down. Fred read them and trained and trained until he got those powers. But we still have weaknesses. Mine are cats and pigeons and mice. Fred’s is seeing blood and wasp stings. Granddad’s used to be fish but he’s lost his powers now. And he’s too old. But for a man his age he is cool.

“Oh, hi, Mr Kent. I was telling Jake about our next mission.”

“Hey, wait, you never said anything about a miss…”

Fred shuts my mouth with his hand.

“So what’s going on? Another robbery? Or somebody stole your baby sister’s diapers?”

That’s Granddad for you. He’s always got something funny up his sleeve.

Fred shakes his head. “It’s a robbery but it was committed by one of our worst enemies.”

“Who was it?”

“The Weevil.”

“The Weevil? Evil Weevil?”

“Yep,” I butt in. “And we gotta get on this case as soon as possible. Fred, tomorrow, meet me in the tree house.”

Fred grins. “Gotcha.”

But Granddad shakes his head. “You two have got school tomorrow. You can’t let being a superhero be top priority. Education comes first.”

But superheroes like me don’t go down without a fight. “But Granddad, if the Weevil has the Scrolls he has the power to defeat anyone on Earth.”

“Not if they are a superhero.” Granddad says.

“All right, you win. We’re going school.”

Chapter 2

“So what do you think we should do about it?” Fred asks as we walk to school.

“About what?” I say stubbornly.

“About Evil Weevil and his Crazy Crab team, doofus!” Fred exclaims, tapping me on the head. “What did you eat for breakfast? Forget everything on toast?”

I laugh. “Don’t talk about it now. Old Fossil Face is coming in our direction.”

Mr Bradman comes straight at us. “I don’t suppose you boys know anything about a lost pair of jogging bottoms?”

“Huh?” Fred blurts out before he could stop himself.

Mr Bradman mutters something and then walks away. Mr Bradman is our Science teacher, and according to all of our school yearbooks, he’s been teaching since the Jurassic Period.

That’s why we call him Fossil Face. Sometimes Mr Bratman when we get annoyed with him.

As we walk into the classroom, we stare in horror as Principal Alex strides to the whiteboard. He grabs a pen and writes: ‘Why are you late?’

Then he turns around and gives me the pen.

Oh, I get it. He wants me to tell everyone why we are late.

I write on the board: ‘I ate forget everything on toast and I forgot it was school until my granddad knocked me on the head and said it was school so that’s why I was late.’

Everyone behind me roars with laughter and Fred falls of his chair.

“Go to your seat, Jake.” Says Principal Alex. “School is not the place to display your silly jokes.”

My jokes? My jokes? That was Fred’s joke and I get the blame? Fred you chicken, you’ve got me into trouble!

Chapter 3

The rest of school goes pretty bad. I won’t bore you with all the details. Basically, I get yelled at by all of the teachers. Enough said.

In the tree house, the one me and Fred built in summer vacation, 3 years ago, Ice Shock and Earthraptor are ready to do battle with the Weevil.

I’ve got my black ninjutsu suit on with my black belt hanging just below my bellybutton. My silver Tornado Katana is strapped to my back. My cape falls just above my knees. I’m ready to go.

Ice Shock has his electric ice gloves on, (even though he doesn’t need them) his cape hanging from a lightning shaped pin that my Granddad gave him. On his cape is the picture of two swords crossed over each other. It is the symbol of our ancestor’s superhero clan. His brown belt is tied on his waist. In a few weeks he’ll have his black belt test.

We can’t fly because we haven’t yet achieved that super ability so Ice Shock shoots ropes of ice into the air, where they cling to the roof of buildings. My whole body can feel the sensation of being a superhero again.

My mum and dad were superheroes too. Mighty Mark and Lightning Lucy. My dad died in a battle against Pirate Blackbones. Me, Fred, Mum and Granddad challenged Blackbones’ crew to battle. When it looked like Fred was going to get struck in the chest by Blackbones, the Sword of Justice appeared in Granddad’s hands and he struck Blackbones. But the pirate was so evil even the Sword of Justice couldn’t make him good. That was the only time I had seen the Sword of Justice, and I know it looks awesome.

“So how do you think we’re gonna beat the Weevil?” I ask Fred as we swing on the Ice Ropes.

“It’s gonna be tough even if we use our best weapons. He’s evil by name, evil by nature.”

For a moment we swing in silence. Then suddenly Fred exclaims, “We have been donkeys lately! Where is the Weevil’s hideout?”

“I know. On the cliffs in New Jersey, there’s a huge cave. That’s where his Crab team sleeps and he has a massive lecture hall, hollowed out from the walls. He announces his victories there.”

“What about his defeats?”

“I don’t know about that.”

We live in New York so New Jersey is just a few miles away.

As we near the beach, we hear the sounds of seagulls and waves crashing on the shore. And if you’re a superhero, you can just hear the voice of Evil Weevil talking to his Crazy Crab team.

We attempt to sneak over to the caves because if the people see us they’ll go crazy. Everybody knows about Earthraptor and Ice Shock. They even draw comics about us, but they are soooo lame. They’re just about rescuing cats from trees and catching bubblegum thieves. But nobody knows we are the superheroes except Granddad. That’s why we keep out of sight.

I switch to invisible mode and grab a rock jutting out of the cliff. Then I haul myself onto another rock and kick a hole into the cliff so my feet can stand. Fred copies me and soon we are at the caves.

“Which one is it?” Fred whispers.

I point to a large cave and putting my finger to my lips I beckon Fred over to where I am standing. On the right hand side of the cave wall there is a painting of a cockroach with fire coming out of its wings. I shudder. That is the symbol of the Weevil’s breed.

I step inside the cave, remembering to let my toes touch the ground first. It is one of the stealth skills of a ninja and I got it wrong on my first attempt at the Black Belt Test. You have to go into the Temple of the Grandmaster, head of ninjutsu. The aim is to take a flower out of the Grandmaster’s hand without him knowing. He is old and blind but the task is far from easy. It is the ultimate test of stealth and my granddad and dad were the only ninja to pass their Black Belt Test 1^st time. I completed mine on my third attempt when I was 9 years old.

The inside of the cave is rocky and the walls a pasted with slime. The further we walk the bigger the passage gets and I notice some rooms opposite each other. They were probably for the Crazy Crabs. At the end of the passage there is a large opening, and leading to what looks like a gladiator arena, are some wide stone steps. I lean forward and hear the voice of the Weevil. This time, his words are very clear.

“You see, boys, all I did was take fifty of you Crabs with loads of equipment loaded in the Nightclaw. We left ten crabs in flight control and ten crabs at the battle stations. So if we take twenty crabs away from fifty that leaves us thirty…”

“Brilliant Maths.” mutters Fred, “Did he get all A plusses in his tests?”

“Shut up.”

The Crabs in the hall look like they had been cloned. They are so alike! They have a red exoskeleton on their back, their skin on their tummies are a pale red, almost pink. They are wearing a tight black long- sleeved T-shirt with the words CRAZY CRAB TEAM in Italic red. Their trousers were blue with red stripes on the side.

The Weevil was quite a different feature! His face was green with pointy, elf ears and pale blue eyes. He had a long red scar across his cheek, the one my Granddad gave him 2 years ago. He was wearing a black cloak with those long collar that come up to your neck. You know the one that Dracula wears? Yeah, them. His trousers looked like they had been stitched with black ink. And he didn’t have anything on underneath his cloak, so you could see his green, bony body.

Suddenly a Crazy Crab jerks his face in the direction of us! We are on invisible mode but any supervillian can see us! And the Weevil’s probably gave them some power!

I push Fred down to the ground and press myself against the wall. Any moment now there is going to be a cry from the Weevil and all the Crabs will charge at us.

I pull Fred over to one of the rooms and hide behind the door.

“Why are we…”Fred started to say, but I shut his mouth. Keeping my voice as low as I can, I whisper in his ear.

“One of the Crabs saw us, so when they come looking for us in the rooms, all you have to do is Power Punch the Crab and we take care of the rest.”

Fred breaths in deeply. “Okay. Sounds all right to me.”

Suddenly, a stampede of feet smashes the door open, banging Fred on the nose. I can hear a Crab’s voice saying,

“I can’t find ‘em anywhere, Master Weevil but I coulda sworn on me mum’s life that I saw ‘em meddlin’ superwhatsits.”

The Weevil says, “Don’t be too hasty, Griffin they could be hiding in the wardrobe or behind the door…”

“Get ready,” I say to Fred.

The door swings aside and CRUNCH! The Crab, Griffin staggers backward, cradling its bleeding nose. Then he falls flat on his back, unconscious.

The Weevil, who was standing behind Griffin, bawls “ATTACK! SMASH THEM SUPERHEROES TO DUST!”

The Crabs charge at us and I whip out with my leg, catching a Crab on his arm. Fred electric-shocks another one and the red ruffian slumps to the floor. I kick another Crab repeatedly in the face and he flails his arms about wildly, his face streaked with blood. 3 Crabs leap at me from behind but I flip out of the way and land on the top of the wardrobe. Then I dive on their backs, giving a very nasty sounding SMASH!

Then suddenly, Fred’s eyes bulge and he crashes to the floor. Behind him stands Evil Weevil, grinning from ear to ear.

I attempt to jump kick at him but he pokes his finger at my arm, sending off static electricity. I draw my arm back quickly, as if a wasp had stung me. The Weevil smiles, but instead of leaping at me he walks out of the room. The Crabs follow him, struck dumb at the reaction of their leader.

Chapter 4

The lights go off in the room and I stand in pitch darkness. I haven’t yet mastered the powers to see in the dark. Then without warning, I feel a stinging pain in my head and I fall to the ground…

When I wake up I find myself in a hall made of rock. My hands are shackled and I am chained to a stone pillar. The first thing that comes to my mind is: “Fred?”

“Right here, Jake.” A faint and weak voice answers. I pull at my chains but it’s no good. My powers have gone, drained out of my body and I’m sitting here like a lonely wolf. Wait a sec… maybe my powers are gone but what if Fred’s are still there?

“Fred,” I call out, “D’you still have your powers?”

“Lemme check.” There is a clanking and rustling of metal sound and then silence.

“Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“Does it work?”

“Does what work?”

Really, Fred can be so forgetful sometimes!

“Does your power work, you doofus!”

“I really don’t want to say anything.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Fred doesn’t want to talk because the Weevil is voice recording us. Don’t ask me how I know that. I have my ways. Luckily, Bullet, our school’s computer nerd, made a gadget for exactly this reason. And before you ask, we did bring them.

I take mines out from under my belt and switch it on.

“Fred, Fred! Can you hear me?” I whisper into the mouthpiece. “Get your C.W.A.K gadget out and talk to me, you fool!”

C.W.A.K stands for Communication Without Anyone Knowing. It works just like a phone but there is no loudspeaker and it sends silent radio waves over to the other earpiece. It has a keypad and your gadget has a special code number. You just type in your friend’s gadget’s code number and, bingo! You can happily talk to your friend without anyone knowing. And it’s free if you happen to be Bullet’s friend, which we are. You can talk normally but the radio waves make your voice quieter. It only communicates with the numbers on the device, so you can’t talk to any random person. It looks just like a mobile phone but it is grey and is much smaller  and you only use it for talking. And if you are talking in a room full of people, there’s a little mike that connects with the gadget’s network. All you have to do is slip the gadget in your pocket and whisper into the mike. It’s cool; you should try it out sometime.

“Hey, Best Cakes. Whadd’ya want?”

Best Cakes is my nickname at school. I got it in 3^rd grade at the annual cake sale when I started gobbling up all the best cakes without paying. Man, I got into proper trouble for that one!

“What’s up, Ice Shock? I just called to see if you have your powers, which I hope you do.”

“Well about that. I can freeze the chains and then shake them off. I can’t do anything about the shackles… yet. After I’ve freed myself I’ll come and get your butt of the floor”

There’s a crash then groans and then someone dusting himself down. A moment later, I see Fred coming over and undoing my chains.

“Not so hard… OWWW! Fred, you madman, you CUT MY HAND!”

Sure enough, there was a line of blood on my wrist. Fred had tried to get my shackles off and he had but he also cut some of my skin off. Thanks and no thanks, Fred. Let’s move on.

“Not so loud, man, the Weevil will hear you! Let’s get out of here. I’ll put some ice on that scar.”

If superheroes get wounded, the injuries do two things:#1 If the injury is not that bad it will just go away in a few days. #2 If the is bad then it will turn into a scar. From the information above I’m sure you can work out what my injury is. Unless you’re just plain lazy that you don’t even bother.

I pick myself up and walk down the hall with Fred. There is a double door at the end of it. I push the door open and step out… onto nothing. Me and Fred drop through the darkness and land on wooden floorboards.

“Cripes! It’s a trap!” Fred exclaims.

“Well, duh?” I say, rolling my eyes and giving Fred one of my ‘tell me something I don’t know’ looks.

“Errrr…….. Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, dude.”

“So do I.”

It is one of the skills in the SuperHeroes’ Scrolls to sense your weakness coming. I can hear the pattering of cat’s feet and he beat of pigeons wings. Fred can hear the buzz of wasps and the smell of blood. We both scream out at the same: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”

I grab my Tornado Katana and spin it round in the air. The last time I was trapped with cats I had no Katana but I was saved by Granddad. This time I have a Katana but no Granddad. I spin my sword faster and faster…

C’mon, faster, faster!

The cats spring on me inside the room, the wasps swarm all around Fred, the pigeons flap in carrying bottles of blood in their claws.

We’re dead. I think. Dead as dead leaves.

Fred’s face is swelling up with wasp stings.

My face is scratched with claw marks.

But it’s Fred who’s suffering most. Wasp stings aren’t just his weakness… they’re his allergy too.

I untie my belt and fling off the top of my ninjutsu suit. I cover Fred’s face with it, trying to stop the wasps. When I see that it doesn’t work I take off my T-shirt and cover him. Then I take off my vest. I’m wearing nothing except my underwear and ninjutsu trousers. But at least Fred is staying alive. That’s enough for me. The wasps stop trying to sting Fred and start on me. The wasps keep coming at me and I can barely breath now.

“Can’t…………….. breath…” I choke.

The last sight I will ever see in this world is a swarm of wasps. No, wait. I can see Fred’s hand reaching out to me. There’s no point. I’m dying. I’m………..  Wait…

“NOOOOO!”

Chapter 5

I wake up feeling like my butt’s been kicked by the whole world. I slowly sit up and look around. I am on top of a cliff sitting on the grass. Fred is lying next to me, his face bloated with wasp stings and scars.

“Rise and shine, Jake. How you feeling?”

I whip my head around and see Granddad pouring this purple potion on my wasp stings.

“Uh, I feel like I’ve been ripped apart then stitched together by blind mice with no paws.” I say. “Otherwise, I’m fine.”

Granddad takes a bottle of water from his pocket. That’s when I notice what he’s wearing. His SuperHero costume!

“Awesome! Did you fly all the way here, dude?”

Granddad looks puzzled. “No I came in the Supermobile.” He points to his old taco truck which he has decorated into his own awesome car.

“Pour this on Freddie’s face, will ya?” Granddad says.

 I open the lid and splash the liquid on Fred’s bloated face. Amazingly, the swelled up wasp stings