Super Heroes NOW! (standard:humor, 3364 words)
Author: Robert G Moons	Added: Jun 26 2012	Views/Reads: 2580/1756	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Three local costumed heroes will meet their biggest fan – an overly enthusiastic nine-year-old boy, who thinks they really have super powers.

"Cody, did you tidy up your room?" his mother called out from the
hallway, just outside his room. 

"Yeah, mom!" the red-haired boy yelled back through the closed door that
had the biggest, coolest poster of Spiderman, EVER, taped to it. 
Wouldn't it be great to be him, he thought? 

"OK then," she replied, walking back down the stairs to the living room.


He had lots of time before bed, so tonight he decided to take a closer
look at a website he recently discovered. He clicked on the bookmarked 
site: superheroesnow.com. 

Cody was nine years old; like most boys his age, super heroes,
dinosaurs, magic, and stories of adventure fascinated him immensely. 
They sparked his imagination, and often found their way into his 
daydreams; sometimes even his sleeping dreams. Tonight he would imagine 
that he was one of the super heroes on this website. He clicked on the 
"homepage" icon and read the introductory copy to the site: "SUPER 
HEROES NOW!" "Is there such a thing as a super hero? Do you believe 
there are men and women that walk among us with abilities to effect 
positive change, and reduce the crime rates in our communities? If your 
answer is YES, then you've come to the right place. If the answer is 
NO, then leave now, oh non-believer." 

Right next to the "homepage" icon was a "heroes'" icon. He clicked it
and a list of super heroes from all over America were displayed. There 
must have been at least thirty of them – more than he could have 
possibly imagined. There was a full colour photo of each super hero, 
his or her name, and a background story on each that popped up when 
their picture was clicked on. Wow, how cool was that! He scrolled down 
to look at all the pictures first. Most looked good in their costumes, 
five or six looked fantastic; as good as anything he had seen in a 
movie or comic book, but a couple, he thought, not so much. 

Still, real super heroes, and three of them were right here in his very
own city! There was Captain Flak – he was this guy all in blue body 
armour and pads; he had a blue football helmet too. Then there was 
Mezmo – he looked like a creepy wizard or something; he was all dressed 
in black, wore a cloak, a very wide brimmed hat, and a scarf that 
covered his mouth. The coolest costume award would have to go to this 
guy. And finally, there was RetroBution – he was one of the guys with 
the worst looking costume, ever. He sort of looked like a jockey; all 
in bright, canary yellow, and wearing purple goggles. Maybe it was a 
good thing this guy did his crime fighting at night, he thought. 

Cody read every background story for each and every super hero on the
entire site, but couldn't find what he was the most interested in 
knowing. What were their super powers? Talk about a major oversight. 
How disappointing. Wait, maybe, just maybe, they didn't want to reveal 
them to just anyone. If a super villain or evil mastermind knew what 
their powers were, then they could invent or find something to defeat 
the super heroes with, like a green rock or something. Yes, that must 
be it. 

"Cody, what are you doing in there?" That was the warden, a.k.a. his
mother with the light check – it was time for bed. 

"Nothing, mom." He turned off the computer, then went over and opened
the door. "I'm going to bed." 

"OK then. Do you want me to tuck you in?" 

"No thanks." He wondered if Spiderman's mother tucked him in when he was
nine. No way. 

The next day at school, he didn't hear a thing any of his teachers were
saying. Well, he heard them, but they might as well have been speaking 
Klingon or something. He was daydreaming again. He was thinking about 
all the super heroes on that website, and imagining what their secret, 
super powers were. Captain Flak? Now, he looked like he could take some 
damage; bet he was super strong too – probably picked up cars and 
stuff. Mezmo? He likely had magic powers; maybe he hypnotized bad guys 
too. Crap! Maybe he could even conjure up demons from the underworld! 


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