The Marvels #1 : The Marvel of Water

Chapter 16

The radius of the city of Albany was huge, since of course Albany was the capital of New York. The Lake George campsite was a tourist attraction. The dock held several boats, most which could barely last one hour. Barco overlooked those cheap boats, and grinned as his eye spotted a fine-looking sailboat. “That one.”

 It was night and there were only 2 guards at the dock. The marvels avoided them, but a camera saw them. In less than 30 minutes, guards from the Power were racing, trying to track the boat. Soon, they saw it. And the marvels? They saw their pursuers.

“Oh great, this is all your fault,” snarled Dynamo. 

Barco shook his head, “Let me handle it.” 

Inferno shook aside his offers and started hurtling giant fireballs at the Guard Boats. “Stop!” screamed Barco.

Dynamo yelled back, “You already failed once, shut up now!” 

Barco retorted, “Well, if you keep-” Barco didn’t even finish his sentence when some flying debris from the blown up ships flew in the air. A giant block of metal fell, and landed on the Marvel’s boat. It punched a hole through the cheerfully painted wooden planks. Water instantly bubbled up from the hole, gurgling as the boat floundered. “And this is what I meant…”

Back on dry land, Dynamo and Barco was yelling at each other again. Barco kicked Dynamo, “YOU IDIOT!” Dynamo snapped, “Hey, if you said it faster we wouldn’t be stranded on a patch of land in the middle of Lake George!”

“Oh yeah? Who was the one who said ‘Shut up, you messed up before. Your opinion isn’t worth anything because I’m soo pretty blah bady blah bady booo.”  

“That was because-”

“Oh save your excuses for some dumb person insane enough to believe them.” 

Luciana blurted out, “I think we should summon Elemental now.” Silence. Then, Erebus wailed, “But shouldn’t we do it with a Marvel Pod Nursery Tube? Those have a 99.9999999999999999999999% chance of creating a marvel or abomination, while the old way is more likely to blow something up other than summon Elemental!” Elemental is the leader of the Marvels, and if all Marvels become Jelly Egged, then he will disappear until the Marvel originals hatch again and he is summoned. Again. The leader of the Power was called Overlord, and the leader of the Rebels was called Survivor. Mercenary was rouge that ran the Assassin League, and offered the services of the League to anyone with deep pockets filled with money. Merchant was ran the Traders Society who traded on neutral terms.

After a hearty debate, the Marvels agreed to summon Elemental. They gathered in a circle. Inferno said, “Ready? One, two, THREE!” At three, every marvel shot a orb of their special power out. Some clashed together in an orb of energy before fading away. Some hit trees and landed in the water. Barco held up his hand to deflect a splash of water that happened when Geo’s giant earth orb went splash. “Let’s try again.” Next time, Inferno’s orb sent a giant flare signal into the sky. “That won’t attract attention,” said Polaris. On their third try, Tornado sent a well… tornado. Staring as the tunnel of wind got out of control and went tearing down the water made Barco say, “Wow, the first tornado in New York…”

On their six try, they summoned Elemental. They watched as all 8 powers were combined. They merged like gelatin. Suddenly the orb glowed, and then BOOM!

(Barco POV) I blinked the star’s out of my eyes. Way to make a grand entrance. A figure stepped out of the light, then I gasped. I guess I thought Elemental would be wearing armor and have muscles and stuff. Instead, out stepped a scrawny, probably 12 year old boy. He had thin cheekbones, and was unusually thin. He was short, and he had dark eyes. He had jet-black hair. But it was the outfit that was the most ridiculous. He wore a black leather tunic, simple black leather pants, you guessed it- black possibly leather boots, and ha, a long (black) cape. “What’s up with the blackness?” I asked. He glanced down and grimaced, then said, “Sorry, I guess we’ll decide the color later. I’m Elemental by the way.” He voice was kind of high-pitched, but not squeaky. Yet, it had a commanding tone to it. As the other Marvels sat up, they stared. Elemental said, “I know you expected to be more impressive, but looks can be deceiving. I can have any power I won’t, shoot lasers, walk on water, you name it, I do it. However, I don’t like to be in combat much, unless it is absolutely necessary. I prefer to be a general, behind the scenes.” I stood up and rubbed the back of my shiny head, “Well, hate to break it to you and all, but looks like we’re going to need your help.”

Elemental laughed, “Are you serious, you don’t know how to summon the Journey?!” He giggled and said, “It’s easy. Every Marvel is born with a permanent backpack. Although they aren’t immortal like the Originals, they live as long as they want and can only be killed in combat, not by sickness or stuff like humans die by. In that backpack is there personal copy of The Book of Marvels and a radio. That radio can contact Journey and the abominations/Marvels at Marvel Island. You could just call the Journey!” 

I blushed, and then wondered, “How can the Journey reach places like Kansas where there is no water?” I might have said it out loud because Elemental lectured on, “A warship is simply what Captain Blob, an abomination that runs the Journey chooses it to be. In a blink of an eye, it can turn into a submarine, a car, an airplane, and any transportation. Amazing? Unfortunately, the Power and Rebel has both copied our concept of an unfindable base like our island, and the concept of an awesome transportation device that is not a teleporter.” He sighed and said, “Ok who wants to call the Journey?” 

“A team color is very important. The Rebels have Gray and Black, the Power has Red and Gold, Assassin League is Silver and Blue, and the Trader Society is White and Bronze. So that leaves us with not much colors to choose from.” 

Dynamo, that idiot, said, “Didn’t we have a team color before?”

Elemental smiled, “We were a divided nation, with marvels fighting marvels. Now we are untied and strong. We didn’t have a color then, but now we will have one.” I could only think of two and that was pink and purple. Not the most fearsome and respectable colors. Dynamo smirked at me, “Got anything?”

I blurted out, “Um… Orange, purple, green, yeah, those colors could work!” Dynamo guffawed, “Seriously? What next, pink, maybe?” Actually, yeah I was thinking that…

Elemental shushed Dynamo, “Actually, I think orange, purple, green could maybe work. Chose from those three, which color(s) you want?”  

So what color is it going to be? You could put in your suggestions in the comments box below! Do you really want me choosing…? Hope you enjoyed the chapter! (Remember, it can be only 1-2 colors.)