The Marvels #1 : The Marvel of Water

Chapter 13

The head director of torture of Rochester stared at the 8 marvels. “Which one of are you?” he asked.

“Um… you can’t see?” mumbled the Energy marvel.

“No. I’m blind,” growled the head director, whose name happened Tony Wake.

The marvels all shared a secret look. Barco raised his hand, “I’m the energy marvel!” Tony nodded, “Ok, then, we’ll do some water torture. I heard you energy marvels are subjective to water.” Barco stepped up and grinned, water made him strong. Mr. Wake tried drowning Barco, Chinese water torture, wakeboarding (where you tape the subject down and shower on them, making them feel like their drowning), and covering his mouth with towels dipped in water. None of them worked. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be begging for mercy by now?” groaned Mr. Wake. “We marvels are made of tough stuff,” winked Barco.

Next came the (real) energy marvel. “Alright, I’m going to strap you down to an electric chair. I heard water marvels are weak in the face of energy!” cackled Mr. Wake. He pressed the button, nodding with satisfaction at the cackle of energy. But then he frowned. Where were the screams of terror, and hurt? He switched onto the highest setting, then continued to press the button. But what he didn’t see with that with each button press, Dynamo, the energy marvel muscles began to bulge. His eyes turned a strange gold color. He gave a giant roar, and then broke the straps and chains. Mr. Wake thought it was a roar of pain, and laughed. “Haha! Now tell me, are you guilty of-“ Before he could finish, he felt a jolting pain, then he fell to the ground. He scrambled around, but he couldn’t see. The blackness that he always saw was so frustrating. He clawed around with his hands, but something grabbed it.

Dynamo broke his fellow marvels chains. Then he took the chains and rope and tied up Mr. Wake. Barco shook his hand, and winced when a cackle of electricity ran through it. “Thanks,” he said. “I think we should go,” said Erebus, the darkness marvel. Barco frowned, “Actually, I was thinking of solving that mysterious robbery. So we can’t be accused again.” Inferno (guess who that is? (the fire marvel)), nodded, “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” Erebus sighed, “Guess I’m outvoted.”

Barco surveyed the scene of the crime. Well, there was nothing left, but a charcoal burnt spot. “Any clues, guys?” he asked, as he poked a burnt brick with his foot. “Nada,” replied Erebus glumly. “Why are we here… GAH!” he screamed. The mound of ash beneath his feet crumbled, and he flopped sideways onto a giant fire-proof safe. “What’s this?” Barco said. “Am I good or what?” exclaimed Erebus. “Hm… tricky safe. State-of-the –art, but what’d you except? Well, good thing you have Erebus, master of safe-cracking! I also specialize in lockers, but that’s for school.” He twisted the little knob around and around, before exclaiming, and opening it. “How’d you do that?” wondered Barco. “Well, there were only 5 million combinations…” Then swung open the safe door, then gaped at the discovery. It was… (you’ll have to find out next chapter!)