The Marvels #1 : The Marvel of Water

Chapter 12

In the city radius of Rochester, (a city along the Barge Canal, only a few hours away from Buffalo), was the main city, and a small village. It was a cluster of houses, and most people there drove to the city itself to buy and do their businesses. However, overlooking the cluster of houses was a huge hill, on top of that hill was a rich Power, who lived in a mansion. It happened that night, when unknown to the cluster, and especially the main city, which was 10 minutes away, a robbery happened. Not any small-scale robbery. Oh no. The criminal killed the Power, and then took all his wealth and possessions. He loaded everything into a getaway car, before dousing the huge house in gasoline. After that, he drove to a private landing field, climbed into his helicopter, and flew away. While escaping, he flew above the mansion, and dropped a match onto the house. The house, and all the evidence, blew up. The police was baffled, and soon closed the case. The only remains of the crime were a charred mark, on top of a hill.

Barco woke up in a truck. A rope tied his midsection together, and his hands were roped, and chained by metal. His feet were tied up, and his driver was lying in front of him. It was quite obvious he was dead. After all, his head was smashed up, and dried blood flecked his hair. His face was bloodied and bruised, and at the corners of his mouth, blood trickled. His shirt was red, which was disturbing, because some parts were lighter red than the other, and also, the driver’s shirt used to be white. One arm and a leg were cut off, perhaps by a chainsaw, and maybe a small, but sharp knife had cut pieces off the driver. It was gruesome sight, and Barco struggled not to throw up. Suddenly, the door to the truck was heaved up, and two thugs stared at him.

“Ah, the merchandise,” rasped a mysterious voice.

“Yeah, whatever. Ya said you’d pay us, now do slark,” said the thugs in slang, or maybe broken English.

“Hm… perhaps, Sir?” the rasping voice said.

“BOOM!” there was a gun shot, and the two slugs slumped, their shirt slowly turning red just like the dead driver. “Ah, a marvel, perhaps… ah. It’s so sad,” whispered the rasping voice. Barco shouted, “What do you want with me you creeps?” The rasping voice laughed, “Lights out,” and then Barco’s vision turned dark.   

Barco woke up in a dark cellar. He was chained up with 7 other figures. With a sinking feeling, he realized those were the other 7 originals. “Um… lights on nobody’s home?” he asked.

“Another marvel?” whispered one of the originals.

“Yeah, the water one. He’s the only one left.”

“Ohh. Ask what his name is!” squealed someone.

“Oh hi guys. My names Barco Venice.” As soon as those words left Barco’s lips, a clamor of voices rang out. “My name is-” “We’re trapped-” “Tornado-” After the chaos died down, the 7 marvels shared their names, and their stories. The last one, the darkness marvel, concluded, “So, we all met up, but we didn’t have the water marvel. Then the Power captured us again, and started heading out west. They met you and kidnapped you. On the bright side, we’re all together!”

The light marvel rolled her eyes, “Always the optimistic one. We have to escape.”

“Creak” the door swung open. A scientist walked ominously down the steps, and then unlocked their chains. “There has been a terrible crime, and you are the prime suspect. Come now, to the interrogation room.” The guard smiled a cruel smile, and then snapped his fingers. Two guards per marvel handcuffed them again, and then led them into the… interrogation room.