Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sunday Serial~ The Kuehl Kids Part 10

"But we don't have time now," Dillwin said.  In the light, he looked pale white, with brushed-back, well-groomed brown hair.  Model material, Ally thought.  He'd be a good choice for Almira if he hadn't abandoned her.

Ally and Tyler couldn't argue.  And besides, there was something about Charles Dillwin that they trusted.  They didn't completely trust him, of course.  But they didn't fully distrust him. 

Dillwin led the two down a hallway.  Blinking in the brightness, Ally and Tyler noted that the passage was completely white, with dirty white linoleum.  A single lightbulb seemed to light up the entire hallway.

"Here," he said, turning into a door marked "Servants' Quarters."

"Servant?" Ally said incredulously as Dillwin pushed the two of them into the room.

It was dark and dirty.  The single lightbulb didn't entirely light up the room.  The bed was a cornhusk mattress, partly rotted away.  A table with a dented spoon and a couple of cans of Spam was pushed in the corner.

"You live here?" Tyler said, looking around him.

"Of course not," Dillwin said, not unkindly.  He pressed a white button on his watch, and the bed suddenly disappeared, as if something sucked it underneath.  He looked up.  "Hurry."

"Can't I just teleport somewhere?" Tyler asked.

"If you so much as teleport half an inch, alarms will ring and Jalling and his band of rude mindless proteges will be here in an instant.  And where will Ally be then?" Dillwin said.  He jumped down the dark hole that had replaced the bed.  "Get in here.  Quick."

With a slight hesitation, Tyler dove into the hole.  Ally jumped a little more primly.

They appeared in three separate glass cylinders that went down tubes.  Tyler and Ally could see a huge network of tubes twisting and turning, and other people riding in more of them.  Where did the tubes lead?  To a seemingly endless, dark bottomless pit. 

"What on earth?" Tyler said to himself.  "Where is Dillwin taking us?"


*     *     *
 
"Jalling was one of my closest friends."  The Professor put his hand on the warm, chipped yellow mug that Almira had just handed him.  He swallowed a sip of warm Swiss Miss hot chocolate.  "I trusted him with my life."
 
Walter stared at his own mug, a cheesy hand-painted and hand-glazed one that he recognized as Ally's handiwork, from two years ago.  He couldn't bring himself to drink it.
 
Electra, however, was inadvertently sipping her drink (pumpkin spice tea) and following the Professor, her green eyes seriously catching every expression, every muscle, every word that the Professor said.
 
Walter wished he could bring himself to have Electra's concentration, but the knot of worry was turning over and over in his stomach.  Who are my parents?  What do my powers have to do with the PowerCloak?  I NEED ANSWERS.
 
Almira was nodding at every word the Professor was saying.  The four were sitting at the kitchen table, by the room that they trained in.  The ceiling had a gaping hole, revealing the stars.  Bits of dirt and soil had sprinkled on the table.
 
"Then I realized he wasn't playing for the Superhero Club," the Professor said.  "We were dedicated to solving the world's problems with superheroes.  Wars would be replaced by battles between the countries' head superheroes.  But Jasper wasn't going for that.  He was going for world domination: himself as dictator, us as his minions.  He wasn't satisfied with being the head scientist at the Superhero Club."
 
There was a short pause.  Then the Professor went on.  "We were so naive, young.  We were all wrong.  Superheroes can't save the world, Almira, Walter, Electra.  Neither will Jasper Jalling as his own boss.  No being with a wicked human nature can ever save the world.  Faith, grace, hope.  Those save the world.  Not us."
 
He took another sip, then said, "But people with pure motives can help do that by showing faith, grace, and hope.  We know faith, grace, and hope.  We have to share it with others.  That's where the superheroes come in."
 
Walter thought, Yeah, Professor.  But how do we get Ally and Tyler back?  And defeat Jasper Jalling? 
 
The Professor concluded, "We, as superheroes, can show the world what faith, grace, and hope are all about.  When we capture Jasper Jalling and rescue Ally and Tyler--"
 
"That's just it, Professor."  Electra leaned in.  "How do we capture Jasper Jalling and rescue Ally and Tyler?  We need a plan of attack.  I've been thinking and--"
 
"Hold on, Electra."  The Professor suddenly grinned good-naturedly.  "I'm one step ahead of you.  For once."
 
"But--" Electra said.
 
"Hold on."  The Professor put his hand up to silence her.  "We already have Ally and Tyler secured.  And Jasper Jalling is sure to be on his way to jail time.  In fact, we're executing the plan Almira and I have set up right now."
 
"How?!" Electra and Walter both exclaimed at the exact same time.
 
Almira jabbed a button on her watch.  A hologram popped out of it and lit up the wall, showing a man's face. 
 
"Al, I've got them," he said. 
 
Electra squinted.  Walter cocked his head.  "Who is that?" he asked.  "He seems familiar, but..."
 
Electra interrupted him.  "Wait!  I know who that is!  That's...that's Charles Dillwin!  Almira, your dead husband's...alive?"

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