The Marvels #1 : The Marvel of Water

Chapter 11

I blame the buffalo wings. They were so hot and spicy; I barely tasted the sleeping potion thingy inside it. I also didn’t notice the three strange men outside, who were acting a tiny bit, slightly, extremely strange. How did all this start? Well, let’s start first when I left the Rebels of Chicago.

After we hit the road and I finished my little reading, I checked the brand new, GPS-MAP. It’s basically an old-fashioned paper map, but tiny LED’s and a microchip processor that makes it a GPS. It’s like a map, with a tiny car (that’s us!) that moves across it. I can’t believe the Power brought up the paper map again. I heard they used that in the, what? 21st centaury? It’s the future people! But the GPS-MAP was effective, so I’m not complaining. I glanced at the map. It showed the cities/towns/villages of the world, and their radius areas. You see, every inch of the earth is owned by a city, and every city is owned by the Power. So what do the Power own? You got it, every inch of the earth! The radius of the land the cities owned was shown. We had driven out of Chicago long time ago, and was now in New York (state, not city.) We were approaching a city called Buffalo. Buffalo is on the edge of Lake Erie, and near the Barge Canal. As we drove past the sign saying, “The Power of Buffalo welcomes you! DON’T FORGET TO OBEY YOUR MASTERS!” Ok, it actually said don’t forget to obey the rules, but it meant the same thing! A less grand, and slightly ratty sign announced that in 1 mile, we would pass “Buffalo’s Best Buffalo Wings.” My driver looked at me with a hungry gleam in his eyes, “I’m hungry.”

So was I. A marvel stops needing food, even if a certain marvel robbed a limo’s snack bar. We don’t get fat too. But I really didn’t want to stop, so I respected this guy’s wishes. Let’s see where my niceness gets me!

It was a rundown brick building, but the shop owner tried to make it look festival and bright. A giant “Wing’s!” sign that sparked red and yellow hung above a muddy red door. Giant arrows pointed at the restaurant, and the grimy windows were cleared as best it could be, with an “Open 24 hours, 365 days of the year!” sign. Wow, the shop owner must be really big on signs. I was wearing a fake human disguise, and it was really rubbery. We walked into the restaurant…

You know the bars in the movies? Well, the restaurant was like that. There were tables, and a counter. A sleeping cashier was sitting in a chair, snoring. Above his heads were the menus. (I guess the sleeping cashier didn’t except customers at midnight…) Gaudy bright neon sighs flashed around the bar. Despite the neon signs, it was still dark and must in this room. I didn’t like it. I sat down at a table and said, “Order for me. I like seafood.” It’s true! Must be a marvel of water thing. 

He came back with a large plate of buffalo wings (well duh), creamy pasta for him, and a tuna sandwich for me. I grinned. I love tuna. After I gobbled down the tuna sandwich, and the driver guy gulped down his pasta, we attacked the wings. After we finished, I let out a contended sign. The room began to blacken, and swing around and around. Right before I lost conscious, I realized we’ve been drugged. Stupid ole’ me!