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Josh looks away from his computer screen and over to his friend, Travis. "Oh hey man, what's going on?" Behind Travis, Josh eyes another guy wearing typical "skater" duds. Josh doesn't know him but has seen him around his high school.
"This is Ben," says Travis.
"Hey Ben."
"Hey man," says Ben in raspy voice. Ben finds a chair and sits back, eyeing Josh's room.
"What'cha working on there man?" asks Travis.
Josh turns back to his screen. "Woodworks is having a contest to build a superhero. I'm trying to come up with something and send it in before the deadline tomorrow."
"Oh kewl. What'cha got so far?"
"Oh not much, I am just going through all my comic books and coming up with some basic abilities for this guy. I have to explain all his traits, how he got them, and then his weaknesses too."
"Weaknesses?" asks Ben. "Real superheroes don't have weaknesses."
"Travis turns back to Ben. "What are you talking about man? What about kryptonite?"
Ben shrugs, "Yeah I guess, but I still think a superhero needs to be invincible."
"Well," says Josh, already prepared to explain to someone who is obviously not a comic book reader, "A real superhero has faults. You see, if there were nothing that could defeat him, he wouldn't really be a superhero. Without danger or the possibility of failure, how are we to test the hero's worth?"
Ben shrugs again. "I guess."
"So, what'cha got?" asks Travis again.
"Okay," says Josh, spinning back to his computer. "I have in my head a list of cool powers, but first I have been writing down the basics. For example, for stuff like Superman's super strength, I wrote down strong."
"Okay...list them off."
"All right, I've got, strong, fast, smart--"
"Dude," says Travis, "You need like real super powers, like invisibility."
"Yeah I know, but I just started. I want to get a base to build up from." Josh types invisibility into the computer. "What else do I need?"
"Hmmm," Thinks Travis, "How about super hearing, or telepathy?"
"Yeah that's cool I guess." Replies Josh. "What do you think, Ben?"
When Ben doesn't answer, the two turn to see that he is preoccupied with a girl walking down the hall. "Dude, is that your sister?" Ben asks.
"Uh...yeah," replies Josh.
"Well, then I'd go for x-ray vision."
Travis busts out laughing, and Josh replies, "Dude, stop checking out my sister, it's not cool."
"For you, sure, but for me she's fair game. Besides, I can't help it man, she's kinda hot."
"She's not hot man--"
"Hey he's on to something!" exclaims Travis.
Josh turns to him in disbelief. "You think my sister's hot too?"
"No, man...we'll yeah I have to agree with Ben, she's kinda hot," Ben nods in agreement, "But I realized you gotta put down hot as one of her powers."
"What? Wait a sec, what do you mean by her?"
"Yeah man," adds Ben, "All superheroes are hot, and she's got to be a babe."
"Guys!" declares Josh. "Who says he is a she?"
"C'mon, man," explains Ben, "girls are hot. I mean, look at Laura Croft, she's a girl and she's a superhero and she's hot."
"Laura Croft is not a superhero, she's just got equipment and knows how to use it."
Travis laughs. "That she does!"
"Shuddap, you know what I meant," retorts Josh.
"But Ben's right, though. I mean, look at Batman; he's just got stuff and he knows how to use it and he's still a superhero."
Josh sits back in his chair, contemplating the argument. "Yeah I guess so."
"See, I told ya," says Ben. "Now all we have to do is figure out what sort of super powers your sister has."
"Dude! My sister isn't going to be my superhero, all right? Now knock it off."
"Josh!" comes a holler from down the hall. The three look to see Josh's mom, Mrs. Neary, walking to Josh's room and holding a plate of steaming bagel bites. "Josh, I made these for you and your friends," she says.
"Oh thanks mom!" says Josh, getting up to grab a bunch.
"Now offer them to your friends first, Josh."
"Yes mom," he replies and hands the plate to the other two who scoop up all they can hold.
"Thanks Mrs. Neary," says Travis quickly before scarfing down the pizza-like snack.
"Yeah thanks," adds Ben, doing the same.
"I don't think I know you," says Mrs. Neary, looking to Ben.
"I'm Ben," he says with a mouthful. "Ben Kinapky."
"Pat's boy?"
"Yeah."
"Oh so you're little Benny Kinapky."
Sheepishly, Ben swallows and nods. "You know my mom?"
Mrs. Neary grins, "Oh we used to know each other well. She and I and a group of friends used to go out dancing--"
"Mom, please!"
Mrs. Neary cuts herself short, shooting a smirk back to Josh. "Well, I have to get going anyway, I have to take your sister to practice. Let your dad know that after that I will be heading to the market and that dinner is in the oven and will be ready when the buzzer rings. Okay?"
"Yeah mom."
"When it rings turn the oven off, okay?"
"Yes mom."
"All right. You boys are welcome to have some dinner when it is ready but only after Mr. Neary comes home, all right?"
Both Ben and Travis ring out, "Thanks Mrs. Neary,"
Mrs. Neary smiles and leaves the room. Once she has left the house with Josh's sister, Ben remarks, "Whoa man, your mom is hot too!"
"What?" asks Josh, astounded.
"Man, if I were her age I'd--"
Josh jumps up from his chair and grabs Ben by the collar. "You'd what, huh? You'd what?"
Surprised, Ben rethinks his train of thought. "Um...I'd...take her out to a nice dinner...and a movie...and escort her to the door and say goodnight-"
"Dude!" hollers Josh in disgust, as Travis just sits back laughing.
"I mean I mean...if she weren't your mom...and not, you know, married and stuff," offers Ben.
"Dude, don't be talking about my mom like that."
"I'm sorry man, but your mom is kinda hot." Josh tightens his fist and motions to make a punch. "Okay, okay man...I don't mean anything bad by it. You just have a cool mom."
"She can be cool but not hot, you got that?"
"Ya know, Josh," says Travis. Josh lets go of Ben and sits back down. "Your mom is hot enough to be a superhero."
Ben busts out laughing and Josh stands once again to defend his mother's dignity, stating, "Dude I'm gonna belt you one--"
"No wait man, think about it. She is attractive, right?"
"Okay, I'll go for that. My mom is pretty."
"And she like...does everything around here, right?"
Josh sits. "She may do everything around the house but that doesn't make her a superhero."
"Why not?" asks Ben. "She's...she's quick right? I mean, I don't about your mom, but my mom was quick enough to catch me whenever I was misbehaving and stuff."
"Yeah, maybe when I was two," replies Josh.
"Yeah that's right!" says Travis. "And she's strong, right? She was able to whoop your butt right?"
"My mom sure could whoop my hide," says Ben, "She even broke a wooden spoon on me once."
Josh retorts, "Dude, when I was little, sure, but I could whoop her now if I wanted to."
"All right tough guy," responds Ben, "when your mom comes back home, go whoop her butt."
"Yeah." adds Travis.
"What? No! I mean I could if I had to but I won't because she's my mom."
"Well I think that means she's stronger than him," says Ben, "Since there is no proof to the contrary."
"That's right," says Travis, pacing around the room and thinking some more. "And she has x-ray eyes too."
"What, are you guys nuts? My mom doesn't have x-ray vision!"
"Of course she does," says Ben, "All moms have x-ray eyes. How else would they know when we were hiding frogs and stuff in our pockets when we were coming inside for dinner?"
"That's not x-ray vision," retorts Josh, "That's intuition."
"Ah ha! So she has telepathy," says Travis. "All right this is good. Write this down, Josh; your mom is strong, fast, has x-rays eyes and telepathy!"
"What? No! Let's be serious here. If she had telepathy then being her child, I would have it too. She doesn't, I don't, so then my mom is just my mom, that's it!"
"You, telepathic?" chuckles Travis. "More like tele-pathetic!"
Ben laughs along. "Too funny. Now, what else could she be able to do?"
"I got it!" exclaims Travis.
"What?" asks Josh.
"She can teleport!"
"No she can't!" states Josh. "She has to drive just like everyone else."
"No no," retorts Travis, "She can teleport! How else can your mom be everywhere and do everything at the same time! Band practice, cheerleader squad, grocery shopping and all that. Just because she uses a mini-van doesn't mean it is not teleportation! No one said it had to be instantaneous."
"That's right!" says Ben. "She can teleport...and cook! She has the equipment to cook with and knows how to use it, just like Laura Croft!"
Josh just sits back in his chair. "Guys are you going to help me or are you just going to goof around, huh?" <font face="Times New Roman,Times">"That's right, equipment!" repeats Travis. "She can cook, she can teleport, she can whoop Josh's butt..."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Hey man, don't say that."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"But, as I was just told, in order to be a superhero, she needs a fault, a weakness," says Ben. "What could it be?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Guys, lay off my mom, all right?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Josh!" exclaims Travis.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"What?" asks Josh, thoroughly annoyed.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Josh, you are her weakness!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Dude, now you are just insulting me!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"No no," says Ben. "It is just like Fannie Mae!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Josh and Travis throw Ben a confused look. "What?" they both ask.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"You know, Fannie Mae? Spiderman's grandmother?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"No, dummy," corrects Josh, "Aunt Mae. Fannie Mae makes candies."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Well whatever. You knew what I meant. You are your mom's weakness because she cares about you and has to protect you."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Yeah I guess," says Josh.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"No, even better," adds Travis. "Josh is his mom's weakness <i>and</i> strength! Just like Batman's dead parents are his motiviation to fight crime but at the same time he can't get over his loss! Josh is his mom's motivation to do the superhero things she does but at the same time his weakness because she cares for him!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Man, you guys are nuts. I am going to write up a real superhero."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"No no," says Ben, "this is so perfect. Your mom <i>is</i> a real superhero. I mean, just imagine all the things she does."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Like what?" asks Josh.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Well," says Travis, "She cooks."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Fights hunger</i>," states Ben like a television program voice over.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"She picks up around the house," continues Travis.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Cleans the environment!</i>" states Ben.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"No, she tells me to clean up after myself!" retorts Josh.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Fights littering!</i>" adds Ben again.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Allows us to stay for dinner," says Travis.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Helps the less fortunate!</i>"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"What else" says Travis, and then with a snap of his fingers he adds, "She didn't tell your dad when you got detention last month too."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Opponent to unnecessary violence!</i>"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"She does keep me and my sister in line," offers Josh.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"<i>Promotes peace!</i>"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"See, Dude? Your mom really is a superhero. All our moms are!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Man...I guess you are right. But I still need to explain how she became one."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Simple man," explains Ben, "She's a mom."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"That's right," says Travis. "The very act of child birth made her a superhero."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Hey that's kinda cool man!" says Ben. "It is like a transformation, kinda like Spiderman!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Yeah!" says Travis. "A metamorphosis!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Yeah but that involved a radioactive spider, guys," responds Josh, "That is a freak one-in-a-bajillion thing. Babies being born happens everyday, nothing all that special about that."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"What?" asks Ben. "Are you saying that pushing a watermelon through your butt wouldn't count for an extraordinary day?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Travis laughs. "Yeah man, can you give birth? What if you needed a cesarean, would you think it wasn't any big deal then?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Ben asks, "What's a cesarean exactly?"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Josh looks at him in disbelief and motions along his anatomy as if he were a woman and responds, "It is when they cut you from here up to here to get the baby out."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Ben grabs himself and winces, "Oh man, it would really take a superhero to go through that!"</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"You know, I never really looked at it like that," says Josh. "My mom really is a superhero."</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"You got that right more than you know son," booms a voice throughout the room. The boys all turn to see Mr. Neary standing at their door.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">"Oh hey dad," says Josh, and then the oven buzzer goes off. "Time for dinner." His dad smiles and heads down the hall along with the rest, to eat what mom cooked for them.</font><font face="Times New Roman,Times"></font> <p><font face="Times New Roman,Times">Later that night, Mrs. Neary chuckles as Mr. Neary explains what little he heard earlier that day, and she kisses him goodnight as he dozes off to sleep. She heads upstairs to check on her children and finds her daughter up, still doing homework and listening to music on her headphones. When she peeks in to Josh's room, she finds he has fallen asleep in his clothes again, reading another one of his comic books. She smiles at her precious son and then wiggles her nose. Slowly the comic book rises out of Josh's sleeping grasp and floats to his desk, setting itself down without putting a wrinkle in the pages. Then the bed sheets slowly rise up over him and he rolls over and snuggles himself in. Wiggling her nose once again, the lamp by the bed turns itself out, and then she slowly closes the door and heads to bed herself.</font>
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