Night fell on the city of Blightsville in a soft hush. The usually bustling streets were now empty, save for torn newspaper tumbleweeds and sleek sewer rats, their beady eyes glinting in the pale lamp light.
No ordinary person dared to go outside after 9pm. The occurrence of nightly violent assaults, sexual attacks and murders had skyrocketed over the past few months. The mayor’s office had concluded that since criminal activity in the city was at an all time high, businesses were to shut down before sunset. Nobody argued with him.
A young boy, barely a day past his 9th birthday, stood on a water tower and surveyed the scene below. He let out a wicked laugh and flung his black cape back, the jagged blue accents glimmering in the moonlight.
With his newly found powers, he knew that he owned this city now. Without adult supervision at night, he was well aware that he could use his powers to really cause a mess.
He leaped from his vantage point, using his cape as a parachute to glide down gently. When his feet touched the ground he began running towards a small community garden.
Letting out a sly giggle, he reached his hands out and closed his eyes. He pictured a cool stream of water in his mind. His palms began to tingle and he could feel them beginning to perspire. Opening his eyes, he watched as jet streams shot out of his hands, soaking the daises and sunflowers. His heart racing with excitement, he ordered the water’s molecules to be still.
They obeyed him. In seconds, the water dripping from each flower’s petals solidified into icy stalactites. Each flower gained a sleek sheen as fractals of ice crept up their stalks.
He felt the scene was missing something. He sprayed a fine cool mist above the flowers until he had made a fairly heavy cloud. Then, using a steady stream of hot steam, he turned the cloud into soft, falling snow.
The young boy surveyed his wicked accomplishments. The once warm and inviting garden bed had become a winter paradise. Citizen would awaken and despair at their lost plant life.
He folded his arms and cackled to the heavens.
“HALT YOU VILE VILLAIN!”
The boy froze as he heard something heavy slam down behind him only metres away. The ground shook momentarily, as if an earthquake had just struck the sleepy city.
Steadying himself, the young villain turned to see a tower of muscles standing before him. He felt his heart leap. It couldn’t be, he thought to himself.
He was in the presence of famed superhero Hyper V. . This was the man who, using an instantaneous heat beam from his eyes, had stopped evil Dr. Brainstem from unleashing his mind control ray onto the Northern Hemisphere. This was legend who singlehandedly took on Emperor Borshek and saved the Virgo Supercluster from utter annihilation.
The kid was starstruck. His first night on the town and he was going to be sparring with the number one superhero in the galaxy.
The adult man glared at the small boy with a look of pure rage. It was unlike any emotion the boy had seen on the hero before. Usually the statues that stood around the city in his honour showed him with a heroic smile on his face as he stood upon a toppled foe. The same could be said for the posters that were plastered on every building in the city.
The hero spoke with a deep, rumbling voice that reminded the child of rolling thunder.
“HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE THIS PLACE OF BEAUTY. YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR TRESPASSES.”
The boy sneered as the giant man cracked his knuckles.
“Heh, I’d like to see you try Hyper PEE!”
He felt very proud of himself for his amazing comeback. He’d have to tell his friends about it later.
Closing his eyes, he prepared his next icy attack. As he conjured the water stream in his mind, he wondered what he’d do to inconvenience the big guy.
Maybe I’ll freeze his legs together with an icy blast! He’d topple over under his huge weight. No! I’ll send a shard of ice hurtling towards his head and give him the worst brain freeze he’s ever had!
So enthralled in his own thoughts, the boy didn’t hear the split second cracking sound that came in front of him. He felt the pain though. Oh boy, did he feel the pain.
Letting out a scream of agony, the boy snapped open his eyes. His hands, or what was left of them, dangled uselessly from his wrists.
He glanced up in horror and saw the beefy superhero was still standing in front of him, blood dripping from his green gloves. He opened his mouth and repeated his words from before in a loud, booming voice.
“YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR TRESPASSES.”
Sobbing in fear, the boy ran away from the garden and down a dirty alleyway. His head was getting dizzy from blood loss. As he dodged trash cans and piles of bones, he came to a wire fence that stood at least four storeys tall.
A small ‘no’ escaped his lips. He attempted to climb the fence but his hands had been rendered useless. He whipped around and saw Hyper V. slowly approaching him, a dark look in his small eyes.
Falling to his knees, the child let out a nervous giggle that echoed through the alleyway.
This is just a game! It has to be. Hyper V. is just testing me. He wants to see if I’m worthy of his rogue gallery! When he gets to me, he’s gonna use his god-like healing powers to fix my hands and he’ll scold me. The day will be saved by Hyper V. and I can go home to my parents.
But the closer Hyper V. got, the harder it got for the boy to keep up his charade. The muscles on the hero’s body were rippling. His mouth stretched open in a mockery of a triumphant smile. A slick tongue licked over his row of perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth.
It finally dawned on the boy why his mother had forbidden him from going out at night.
He prayed to God, the real God, that Hyper V. was in the mood to use his heat beam.
I was just watching a kid’s show about superheroes and I noticed there were also child villains. That got me wondering – what would happen if a child villain was matched against a psychopathic superhero? The answer – it really wouldn’t be pretty.