The Marvels #1 : The Marvel of Water

Chapter 7

I woke up in panic, sweat running off my slick metallic gills. I sat up, but couldn’t move my arms and legs. They were chained to the bed. Suddenly, I remembered. How I learned I was becoming a circus freak, and then… I racked my brain. I couldn’t come up with anything except for I was sedated. That means…I was in the Headquarters of the Power of Chicago. And I was hungry. “Room service!” I shouted. I didn’t actually except room service. Instead, two guards practically jumped into the room. Gleaming rifles were pointed at the only thing in the austere room, my bed. Three powers stepped in. One was Martin Magic, director of the Power of Chicago Entertainment and Public Advertisement, his brother who was assistant director of the Power of Chicago Entertainment and Public Advertisement (did I just have to say that all again?), and short cruel looking man. His lip was curled up into a sneer, as if everyone was inferior to him. His blond hair was slicked up with grease and oil, and he was thin like a stick. Martin used his special announcer voice, “Welcome, Mr. Giddyhopps!” I blinked, trying not to laugh. “Mr. Giddyhopps?” I asked, suppressing another round of laughter. Mr. Giddyhopps growled, “I’m the director of the Marvel Masters of the Power in Chicago. I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you.” I couldn’t help it. I guffawed loudly. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I giggled. “The world doesn’t need comedy shows, they just need you, Mr. Giddyhopps!” I laughed again. Mr. Giddyhopps sighed and said, “I’m a marvel master. I am specially trained to neutralize a marvel, if we capture one. I’m glad my training comes in handy now.”

I’ll skip the pain. But let’s just say, I won’t be making anymore wise cracks anytime soon. All right, I’ll give you a brief description. As a water marvel, I am especially prone to energy. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. That’s sad, because the Power figured it out! Level 1, Level 2, or Level 3 ranks all weapons and war related stuff. Level one being the weakest, Level 3 being the strongest. And Level 3 always kills. They used a Level 2 Energy Baton (Those hurt) to “lecture” me (cause me extreme pain). Now, what if I used my powers against them, instead of using them in the show? Well, Soupy, the host of the show (weird name, right?) has a Level 2 electric whip. If I show any sign of aggression, he’ll whip me. The energy would stop my powers. Ah, my life sucks.

My schedule: From 6:00 A.M. to 8:00 A.M.: Experiments (not like their going to find anything to help them) 

8:30 to 9:00 A.M.: Practice for show 

9:30 A.M.: Morning show

2:00 P.M.: Afternoon show

6:30 P.M.: Night Show

7:00 to 9:00 P.M: More training

9:30 P.M.: Return to Power Headquarters

10:00 P.M.: Nights out (with sedation drugs)

I know, my life is glamorous. You must be all wondering, “Uh Oh! Mr. Venice forgot breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Um, what dinner? That’s right, the Power don’t feed me! Technically, us marvels don’t need to eat, but how are we going to keep up the energy? So starving little’O me had to perform circus tricks everyday like a dog, but about a month later, I was feed up. I was going to bust out of here.    

Advice: Never, ever, ever, jump out of a window that’s 10 stories high. Unless you’re me, of course. But no one’s as great as me! I think… Anyway, in the night show, I pretended to summon a wave. As I jumped on the wave and moved around the pool, standing on my wave, I waited. As I neared a window, I suddenly jumped out. Soupy screamed, “Stop!” and waved his whip at me. Too late! I was out of the window. 

Have you ever realized that it’s a stupid idea after you do it? I have. Speeding toward the ground at 164 MPH, I felt pain. Glass shards were embedded into my gills like bullets. Light blue blood oozed out of the wounds like honey. I was immortal, but I could feel pain. If I hit the ground, then I would turn into a jelly egg (if I do something that normally kills someone, I turn into that, then hatch again). That’s bad, since then I would be back to square one. I had 3 seconds to think fast.