SuperVillains

Chapter 5.


The mystery person showed himself. He was a tall man around Edward's age. He wore a long, black trenchcoat and had dirty hair. Both he and Edward, who was growing impatient, looked at me looked at me as if he wanted to punch me in the face. I looked around for an opportunity of escape, but due to the size of the area, and how well the gangs I was involved with now knew Chicago, the chances of freedom and a normal life were slim. I'd remembered back when I lived a normal life, back in Winnetka with my friends and family. Living there wasn't easy, but at least I wasn't a criminal on the streets of Chicago. I began to feel sorry for Edward and the others who had lived this way all their lives.

"So anyway Eddie, you just gotta go down to the garage, the truck will be there, it's a real beautiful machine." How much of the conversation had I missed? I wondered as they were finishing up the bargain.

"Yeah, but I need it now! The garage is miles away from here, Max! How am I gonna get a huge truck and bring it back here in less than an hour?" That gave me an idea.

"I could get the truck for you and bring it back in less than 20 minutes." I wanted to get on Max's good side, especially because we had only just met. I badly wanted to escape with the truck, though that would mean six different gangs would be after me.

"Yeah, right. Like we'd trust you with a high-tech truck?"

"Give him a chance, Eddie. Maybe he'll be good and follow orders. He seems like a good boy."

"Oh, all right! Mark, if you don't come back here I'll come after you, so don't try anything stupid. " I was nervous about my escape plan, but for a while, I thought it would work.

As I made my way through various walls, I got excited about finally being able to be normal again. I almost ran the rest of the way, with my thoughts of a regular, peaceful life. I would later find this to be untrue, but for the time being, I though I was free. I wasn't looking, and before I knew it, I fell flat on the sewer floor. I looked up, and there was a huge man, with more muscles than Edward. He grabbed me by my collar and shook me hard.

"You're under arrest. I know what you're up to, trying to get into this garage?" Well I'll tell you something, punk, I'm gonna kick your ass!" He was a hero. One of those kids who tries to save people for some kind of profit. I could tell because I could see a loaded wallet in his pocket. Maybe this so-called "hero" could save me from Edward and his gang, I thought.


"Hey, Could you help me? You see Edward and his gang had kidnapped me, so could you take me back to my apartment? It's not too far from here, I think."

"Punk, if you think you can trick me with that lame-ass story, you can think again! I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, and your gang!" He socked me hard in the chest, and I fell back on the floor, but this time, I tasted blood. I tried to get up, but he threw me back down, hard. I landed against a wall, and I could hear his sick laughter. I decided to take advantage of this opportunity, and ran right through the wall. I ran like hell, no matter how badly I was hurting. I could hear the "hero" cursing in the distance. What kind of hero laughs when someone is being beaten? I wondered.

After a while, I could see the garage. I raced toward the rusted doors and slipped through as if they weren't dirty metal. I ran as fast as I could through the rest of the doors in the garage, and then I saw it. The car. It looked shiny, as if it were new, which it probably was. It was huge, and had a label on the back reading "TastyBread," which was the cover-up for what the car really was. I looked at it in admiration for a while, but knew I had to drive it back to Edward, but, well...I could always escape in it...

That's what would've occurred, if not for a thunder of footsteps coming my way, and a deep voice that was getting closer and closer.

"You bastard! There you are, and boy, I'm gonna make sure the judge, jury and executioner throw the book at you!" I just narrowly dodged a punch, but was knocked onto the floor with a powerful swipe.

"Mark! Look out!" I saw a powerful beam of ice hit the hero in the back, and he fell flat on his face. I quickly scrambled up to my feet.

Melissa emerged. She then froze the area around the guy, and stamped on it. The ice broke, and he fell through the garage floor. Apparently there was another layer underneath the garage that was basically dirt and sludge water.

"You can thank me later." Melissa said as she got in another car in the garage and drove away. "If Edward finds out what happened, you're dead!"

Without another word, I got into the huge truck and drove out onto the Chicago streets from the filthy sewers. I was shaking, and I was bleeding as well, but I had to keep driving, no matter what.

Edward and Max were in the vacant, dirty alleyway I'd walked through with Edward earlier. I tried to wipe up the blood as best I could, but I don't think I was very successful. Edward was the first to spot me.

"Hey, Rich kid, did you have any trouble getting to the car? The authorities spot you?"

"No. I had no trouble at all." Was all I could say. Edward probably saw through this lie, because as soon as we got back, he handed me a bandage soaked in water and told me to stay away from heroes next time, though he never accused me of lying or anything.