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Superhero Separation, Chapter 7: Battle at the North Pole
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.
After many teleports, we found ourselves somewhere in the North Pole, and I thought I was looking at an actual pole. What it was a gigantic metal tower, and it had these legs that came out of it like a spider.
I was totally freezing, and a pair of thick gloves appeared on my hands.
I had almost forgotten about the rule about not calling my dad “dad” while we were “on the job”. It felt like we were on a hike rather than a mission. Dad quickly reminded me what was up.
“Kodachrome, change us so we are totally white. We need to blend in with the snow.”
In one second, I made us as white as the snow we were standing in.
I didn’t know if I needed to whisper, but I did. “What is it?”
Dad vanished, and then re-appeared with a pair of binoculars. Dad always told me that he has a lot of goods in some underground cave that only he can access. As far as I know, he didn’t keep a list of what was down there. I wondered if he was living in that underground shelter for the past few months. He’s never taken me there or my sister, as far as I know.
“What do you see?” said Mom.
Dad saw something that made him look very, very sad. I’ve never seen my Dad cry before, but it looked like he was going to now. Mom took the binoculars, but when she tried to look through them, Dad made them disappear.
“Why did you…”
Dad interrupted her. “It’s Massacre. He’s up at the top of the tower, with Katrina. He’s using her power to complete that thing.”
“Is she helping him?” I asked.
“Against her will, Kodachrome.”
I didn’t know if Dad knew that Katrina was helping Massacre because she wanted to, not against her will. I thought that maybe he knew that she wasn’t going against her will, and that he was telling me that to make me feel better. I wanted to tell Dad that I knew what Katrina had done, but I knew exactly how much trouble we would be in.
Mom gasped. “He knows that we are here, and he’s launching an army against us.”
I then saw that Mom was right. There was an army of Toymasters on their flying skateboards heading toward us. It had been a year since we had broken up the Frisbee and yo-yo gangs from tearing the world apart with their war games, and they seemed to be getting along now. Both the Frisbee and yo-yo groups were heading toward us, and they were hurling their energy Frisbees and high-voltage yo-yos at us. Mom stretched out her hand, and I could tell that she was using her power on them. They were daydreaming about something else other than this fight, and were not concentrating on aiming. They were missing us, but their shots were getting closer.
“We need to get out of here,” said Mom.
Only Dad disappeared. I couldn’t believe that he just left us here.
Mom pointed to the enemy. “Blind them.”
When I first discovered my power, I thought it was pretty useless until I figured out the many uses for it. One of the first things I learned was turning someone’s eyes black, which would effectively blind them.
I used it on any eyes that were looking at me, and they would often wipe their eyes, then would go out of control and crash, usually into one of their friends. Some stopped to try and refocus, and someone else would hit them.
Finally, the Toymaster leaders ordered that everyone stop and just aim to the ground on their signal.
Mom and I knew that we would be killed when they all opened fire. Then suddenly, the Toymasters all began to start falling. Since they were up very high, many of them fell and could not get up. They probably broke a few bones.
We were so busy avoiding the falling bodies that we didn’t see what happened. I then noticed that none of the Toymasters had their flying skateboards. I then saw that all the skateboards were attached to the giant tower.
I saw Dad was there, smiling, and standing atop a giant generator or something. He had it wired to the giant metal tower, and I realized what had happened. He had magnetized the tower, which attracted all the flying skateboards to it.
We quickly ran up to him, and I then remembered how mad at him I was. I thought that he had abandoned us back there. However, now that he was back, I wondered if maybe his leaving us a few months ago was going to be like the same thing. Like maybe he had to get away to do something more important, but now that he was back, he was better than ever.
“That takes care of them.” He was beginning to talk like the superhero that I remembered him to be.
“And look, it’s the replicants too.”
I don’t know why I didn’t see them at first, but there were hundreds of men attached to the metal tower. I saw that they were indeed the replicants. The replicants were just copies of REPLICA, that machine that once tried to take my father’s place.
“Now that’s two birds with one stone,” said Mom, sounding like she was in one of our comic books.
Unfortunately, the generator that Dad had brought started to break down.
“Uh-oh, I guess that wasn’t built for this cold.”
All the skateboards and replicants slowly fell off of the tower, and the vicious robots began to come at us. They were like zombies in movies that I’m not allowed to watch, except they were made of metal.
As they slowly walked toward us, we quickly backed away. Dad quickly came between us and the robots that were coming toward us.
Mom said something that I wished I had heard from her a few months ago. “Please don’t leave us.”
Mom and I had powers that work on the mind, and wouldn’t work on robots. I can’t blind them like I could the Toymasters.
“Never.” Dad then waved his hand, and a huge machine gun appeared before Mom. The gun was one of those that was so big, that had to be grabbed with both hands, and turned on a tripod. Mom grabbed it and squeezed the triggers, and I heard the many bullets fly. It was a lot louder than I thought, and I held my ears. I could see the replicants falling apart.
Dad grabbed my hands and yanked them from my ears.
“There’s one for you.” He yelled.
I turned around and saw a gun like my Mom’s. I couldn’t believe what he was offering me.
“Don’t be scared, son. Just aim and fire. Don’t worry about running out of ammo, Craig.”
It was the first time hat Dad had broken the rule of calling me by my first name. I felt great just to be fighting along side of him again. As I looked to him, I saw that Mom was in trouble. One of the replicants had leaped over the others, and grabbed her by the neck.
I thought that Mom was dead, but in one moment, Dad had an icicle in his hand. He then must have teleported it inside the robot’s head, as I could see one end of it sticking out. The robot must have short-circuited, and it let Mom go.
“Are you okay?”
It was the first time in months that I had seen my Dad care for my mother. The worst part was I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen it.
Dad transported a gun in front of himself, and shot up the rest of the robots coming toward us. When we were certain that the robot army was as dead as it could be, Dad motioned us all to come forward.
Dad teleported ahead to the tower, and I could tell he was analyzing it with his molecular powers.
Suddenly, the whole wall began to move, and the ground before it was thrown into the air. The ice below us began to crack, and I thought we were going to fall into whatever is underneath it.
Fortunately, Dad teleported us all about a mile away from the tower. I then saw that the tower was not a tower, but a giant drill, and the bottom part was spinning like a top. Those spider legs that I saw before were there to hold it up, but they slowly fell away as the drill was sinking into the Earth. When it had gone completely under, Dad teleported us to where it was, and it was nothing more than a hole the size of a football stadium that was getting deeper each second.
“What is it?” I asked my Dad.
“Massacre is trying to burrow into the Earth. He’s laced the walls of that thing with explosives. He’s going to detonate that thing that the Earth’s core.”
“Will that…” I began.
“Yes, son, it will destroy the world. I’ve going to have to teleport in that drill, and I’m not certain how thick the walls are. I could transport myself in there and lose a leg, and I could bear it if I did that to you. I can’t risk that. I’m going to send you home with your mother.”
“No you’re not,” said my Mom.
“We’re all going there, as a family. I don’t know what happened to Katrina, but I won’t let her go to the enemy.”
Mom grabbed Dad’s hand. I would appear that Katrina’s plan was going to work, if we could save her from Massacre. For some reason, I didn’t mind the risk we were going to take. We have done risks like this before, and they usually worked.
“Well, then we need to get going.”