Superhero Separation, Chapter 4: Prison Break-in
Welcome to Superhero Separation, a story of divorce, with superheroes. I definitely recommend this story for those in their teens, and possibly going through a divorce yourself. I will warn you, it isn’t pretty. The Incredibles or The Fantastic Four this isn’t.
If you missed a chapter, you might want to catch up here.
This Cast of Characters might help you if you get lost:
Particle Man: The leader of the Champion Quartet, he is the wife of Daydream Believer and father of Material Girl and Kodachrome. His power is over molecules, and can sense all of the molecules all around him. He can also teleport himself, other people, and things. He and his wife are separating.
Daydream Believer: The wife of Particle Man, and mother of Material Girl and Kodachrome. She has the power to see into other people’s daydreams. She also can make people daydream, thus making them not function properly.
Material Girl: Daughter of Particle Man and Daydream Believer, and brother to Kodachrome. She had the power to tear down any type of materials and reconstruct them into whatever she desires.
Kodachrome: Son of Particle Man and Daydream Believer, and sister to Material Girl. He has the power to change the color of anything. He can “color” the air to make illusions, or color himself so that he camouflages.
Massacre: Undoubtedly one of the worst super-villains. Massacre was once an ordinary man who lived hundreds of years ago, and sought immortality. He cast a spell that would make it so he would never die, but could not stand an eternal life on Earth. He has figured out that the spell can be broken as long as the Earth is destroyed, and has been trying to destroy the world ever since.
It was after 2 AM, and my sister then led me to the window in the dark. Katrina then did something to a wire that was around the window pane. She then used her powers to create a ladder on the outside wall. I wasn’t afraid to go down, as it was only a two-story fall. My power practice drills had made me not scared of heights. I didn’t ask her if this was the first time she had gone out in the middle of the night. It sure seemed like she had done this before.
I thought we were going to take the car, but she let us toward the Compound, the place where all of our great enemies are. I never liked the idea of living next door to people to a prison, but Dad told me that where we live is Top Secret, and our house is designed to “blend in” to the neighborhood. In short, if there was a breakout, the criminals would simply not go here.
I occasionally went in there with my parents to ask questions of the prisoners. Dad told me never to go to the Compound alone. Of course, Dad wasn’t home anymore, and I wasn’t alone.
When we came to the door, Katrina told me that we needed to be invisible.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” It was only recently that I discovered that I could turn invisible. I got the idea at school, when we learned about chameleons. I figured that if I could change the color of my skin and clothes, I could blend into the walls. It does work, but if someone knows I’m doing it, they can find me easily, especially when I am moving.
When I explained this to her, she said: “No one is going to be looking for us. They don’t know that we are here.”
“What exactly are we trying to do here?”
She then took me behind one of the bushes, one that had been formed into a perfect square. She sat down, and I didn’t like it at all. I felt like I was in counseling again. I didn’t like the counseling. The counselors would tell me to say how I feel, but I always felt that I would give them the wrong answer. I dreaded the appointment every week.
“I think that Dad might be controlled by one of our enemies.”
That was everything that I wanted to hear. It would explain so much, and maybe Dad left us because he was being controlled. We are a family of superheroes, we have had villains that invaded us with mind-control before.
“How could one of these guys control Dad?”
“Don’t you remember Rage?”
There was one villain who was some sort of spirit or demon, or something. He, she, or it had the power to take over someone’s mind and body. We were concerned that he, she, or it would take control over someone in our family. However, we stopped Rage before that happened, and we now have detectors at the headquarters that can detect something like that.
This is what really made the divorce with Dad terrible. It would be so much easier to find the super-villain who is controlling him and beat him up, but the only person I can beat up now is someone I don’t want to beat up, and can’t beat up.
“How could someone control Dad from here?”
“What kind of world do we live in? Our enemies can do all kinds of crap. They probably do crap that we don’t even know about. I’m sure someone here knows something. You know how our villains are. They always have to brag.”
“So that’s what we’re trying to do? Talk to them? We could just go during visiting hours.”
“Mom won’t let me, and the agency would tell her if I did. I guess we really are going solo. I need you to get us in there. Can you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you can. They shut most of the lights off, so all you need to do is just color us both black and we’ll blend into the shadows at the cell block.”
“But there is a hallway to that cell block, and they always keep the lights on there.” I pointed to it, and I could see the lights were on through the barred windows.
“I’ve already thought of that. Just use your power to create an illusion of a wall on one side and one on the other. We move in the space in between the real wall and the invisible one.”
“Won’t that make the hallway smaller? They’re going to notice them.”
“Have you learned nothing in the past few months? People will ignore anything that isn’t a gun in the face.”
I knew exactly what she was talking about. The past few months, everyone in the agency looked at Katrina and I differently, like we were the ones who were leaving our family. Not even my father or mother were bringing up the divorce if they could avoid it, and my sister had only just brought it up.
“What about the cameras?”
“Use your powers to turn the lenses black. Not the really dark black, but the kind of black that looks like it’s on TV. Better yet, use that snow that shows up whenever we go past our cable TV stations. They will think it is interference or something. That will buy us some time while they try and fix it on their end.”
“What about getting through the door?”
As it turned out, it wasn’t difficult. Blending in the shadows was great cover, and we just entered in as the guards exited. We did get down the halls like Katrina thought. If anyone did notice that the halls were more narrow, they didn’t look like they were about to do anything about it.
It was lights out in the cells, and I made certain that our clothes and skin were pitch black. Most of the prisoners were asleep, and they weren’t even looking in our direction.
We then got to the D-block, which had the worst of the worst. There were no bars on these cells, but very thick glass. I got to see all of our old enemies, without their costumes. There was the Surgeon, and some of his Healers were around him in other cells. The leader of the ToyMasters was here, playing with an ordinary Frisbee and yo-yo instead of the one of alien technology. Then there was X-ray, Electron, The Inventor, Luminous Lass, Body Heat, Ring-bearer, Voodoo Master, and everyone else that our family, or just Mom and Dad, put away.
We then came to one room at the end of the hall that had the thickest door that I had ever seen. Katrina used her power and shaped it so it was a tunnel while I put a screen of snow in front of the cameras. I also made certain to create an illusion so none of the prisoners saw this. All I did was make it so an illusionary door was a few feet away from where Katrina was. I saw a smile on my sister’s face, and she seemed quite pleased with what I was doing.
She told me to get in quickly, and she then restored the door. She then pointed to some cameras in the room, and there were four of them that were all filming this 15 foot concrete cube. I blacked the cameras out, and looked around a room that was the size of a gymnasium.
She then walked up to the cube, and the concrete flowed into one hand and out of the other. I was impressed with the statue of our mother and father that she was making. I then saw the block was being made into something of a throne, and there was a man in it. She made it so only his face was visible, and the rest of his body was in the concrete.
I recognized him right away. He name was Eli, but no one knew his last name, he was otherwise known as Massacre. He was our greatest enemy. He was the one that the toy companies never made an action figure of, because he had the highest body count of any of our enemies. His goal was always to simply destroy the world. His power was that he could not die, and no one knew for how long he had been this way.
Dad told me that Eli had dreamed of being immortal, and he found this spell that could do it. It worked too well. After a few hundred years of not being able to die, he wanted to. Unfortunately, he could not. After several failed attempts to take his own life, he re-read the spell that he cast. He discovered that there was a line about how “as long as the Earth is, so he will be”. Since then, his goal has been trying to destroy the Earth so that he could die.
“No!” I said to Katrina. “I don’t want to talk to him.”
“He’s the only one that we need to talk to. If anyone is behind our parents separating, it is him.”