The Superhero's Son Omnibus Volume 2

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

This was the first time I had ever actually seen a Pokacu alien in real life. I mean, a live one. Back on Hero Island, in the Neohero Alliance Museum, there was a stuffed Pokacu on display, and I had of course seen the pictures and videos from the Pokacu invasion of 2002.

The reason I hadn't seen a live one before was because all of the Pokacu were supposed to have died during the invasion. Or at least, the Pokacu sent to invade Earth had all been killed off by the G-Men, NHA, and INJ. Some scientists theorized that there were still Pokacu somewhere out in space, probably somewhere out on their home world, but I had always been told that there had been no survivors on the enemy side of the conflict and that no other Pokacu had visited or invaded Earth since then.

But there was no mistaking the creature standing in the doorway of the escape pod as anything but a genuine Pokacu alien. It was tall and humanoid, with large, insectoid eyes that were impossible to read. The surface of its blue skin glistened, secreting some kind of foul-smelling goop that made it look awful. It wore a suit of metallic armor that I recognized as the space suits that Pokacu soldiers were always shown wearing in the pictures I saw, although its armor looked hastily repaired and cobbled together in certain areas, particularly around the arms and legs.

The Pokacu was aiming its organic hand cannon at me and Mom. I recognized it from the pictures. The articles I had read on the Internet about the Pokacu had told me that the aliens were capable of firing a weird, sticky smelly substance out of their hands that could pin someone to its surface, which basically worked as organic cannons. Its other hand, however, looked normal aside from the fact that it had only three long, spindly fingers instead of five normal ones.

Speaking of the 'weird, sticky smelly substance,' I am pretty sure that that was what the Pokacu had hit me with. It pinned me to the floor and was rapidly solidifying even as I lay there. I tried to sit up, but it was too thick for me to fight. I tried to remember what the Internet had told me about this stuff and then I remembered that it was what the aliens had used to capture people to hold as prisoner on their ships. It was also supposed to be poisonous to consume, or at least that was the dominant theory.

But I didn't care about that right now, because I was too busy staring at the Pokacu in shock. I thought my eyes had to be playing tricks on me or that this was some kind of illusion, but the alien standing before us looked every bit as real as Mom and me.

I looked over at Mom. She was backed up into the corner of her seat, like she was trying to make herself unnoticeable to the alien, but the Pokacu didn't even seem to notice her. It was looking at me, maybe because it thought I was the biggest threat or something, but I wasn't sure because it was impossible to know what it was thinking.

“K-Kevin?” Mom said. Her voice was very low and very afraid. “What … what is that?”

The Pokacu finally seemed to notice Mom was there, because it looked up at her. It took one step forward into the pod, but as soon as it did that, Mom screamed and threw her purse at it.

The purse hit the Pokacu square in the face, but that didn't seem to hurt it so much as annoyed it. It aimed its cannon at Mom and fired more of that sticky blue substance.

Mom tried to dodge it, but the substance struck Mom and stuck her to her seat. She tried to get up anyway, but the blue glue (which I remembered was what it was called) was solidifying even faster than mine was.

“Mom!” I shouted. “No!”

I heard movement in front of me and looked at the Pokacu again. It had bent over and picked up Mom's purse, which it was now examining as if it had never seen such a thing before. It opened the purse and examined its contents, but then made a weird grunting noise.

Then the Pokacu tapped a button on its armor. A compartment opened in its chest plate, into which it tossed the purse, which clanged from somewhere inside the compartment before the Pokacu tapped the button again and closed the compartment.

Huh. I didn't know that Pokacu liked purses.

But then I shook my head. I had to focus on the situation at hand, not think about this alien's weird habits. I tried to get up, but the blue glue was as solid as steel now. Maybe if I had had my super strength, I would have been able to break it, but because I was just an ordinary teen now, all I could do was uselessly struggle against it, and I gave up on that soon enough.

The Pokacu walked over to me, ignoring Mom, who looked like she was about to have a heart attack. The Pokacu stopped before me and pointed its organic hand cannon at my face, which I thought meant that it was going to shoot some of that blue glue into my face.

Suddenly, however, the Pokacu spoke. Its voice sounded gargled and strained, as if it was not used to speaking in English or even just speaking at all. And that was the weirdest part; real English words came from its mouth, though its pronunciation was slightly off.

“Are you a masked human?” said the Pokacu. Its voice sounded masculine, but I had no idea if Pokacu even had male and female sexes, but I decided to think of it as male anyway because that was easier than just thinking of it as an it all the time. “What powers do you have? And where did you get this Pokacu escape pod?”

“Masked human?” I repeated. “What do you mean?”

The Pokacu looked like he was searching for the right words. “Super person. Super … superhero. Yes, I think that is the word you humans use to describe humans like you, who wear strange costumes and can do things like fly and shoot lasers from your orbs. I mean eyes.”

The Pokacu sounded frustrated with his own lack of mastery and expertise over the English language, but I just found it amazing that he could speak English at all. If I had the time, I would have tried to remember if the Pokacu were said to have been able to speak English or any other Earth language, but I decided instead to focus on speaking with this guy. Maybe I could reason with him to let me and Mom go or at least take us to the nearest ship and drop us off there.

So I said, “Yes, I'm a superhero, but I—”

Without warning, the Pokacu kicked me in the face. The blow scrambled my senses for a moment before they recovered, but the pain was so intense that it felt like my skull had cracked. I groaned in pain, while Mom said, “Kevin!”

“Silence, female human,” said the Pokacu, looking up at Mom with the scariest glare I had seen on another living being's face before. “Or else I will dump you into the liquid that covers seventy percent of your planet's face. I mean surface.”

Mom closed her mouth, which was good because I didn't want her to get hurt by this alien.

Still, I worried that the Pokacu might try to harm her anyway, so I said, “Why did you kick me? I didn't even know you existed until today.”

“Superheroes like yourself slaughtered my people,” said the Pokacu. He leaned down closer to me, causing some of that strange blue sweat to drip off his face onto my own, which was disgusting, but I couldn't do anything about it. “And I suspect that you and the female are thieves who stole our technology. My ship's sensors picked up this pod going through the ocean, so I intercepted its path and took it aboard.”

“Thieves?” I said. “My mom and I are not thieves. We're actually running away from people who want to kill us.”

A look of surprise seemed to appear on the Pokacu's face. “Running away? As in, fleeing? From who? Was it my fellow Pokacu? Has the Mother World sent reinforcements at long last?”

The Pokacu actually sounded excited, but I had no idea what he meant by 'Mother World,' so I just said, “No. Other superheroes. Bad ones.”

The Pokacu's excitement vanished, replaced instead by obvious anger. “All superheroes are bad. Mass murderers and killers. That's what you are.”

“Listen, man, I don't know what you're talking about, because I've never committed mass murder,” I said. “So why don't you let me and my mom go? We're not your enemy. We don't want to harm you.”

The Pokacu shook his head and stood up. “No. I have spent a long time evading notice of your world's governments. If I let you go, you will just tell your fellow humans about me and everyone will try to capture or kill me. No, you and the female will stay here as my prisoners.”

“Prisoners?” I repeated. “Hey, we never agreed to this.”

“Of course,” said the Pokacu. “If you had, you would not be prisoners.”

“That's not what I—never mind,” I said. “What are you going to do to us, exactly, now that we are your prisoners? Are you just going to hold us down here in this escape pod forever?”

“No,” said the Pokacu. He stood up and looked around. “This escape pod is in remarked—I mean remarkable—condition, despite it having been many clicks since the invasion. It may be able to help me return to the Mother World, though I will have to remove the unnecessary additions that the humans made to it first.”

“You want to return to your home world?” I said. “Why?”

“Because the Mother World needs to know about the status of the invasion,” the Pokacu said. “She needs to know that we require back up and that the invasion was a failure. I have tried in vain to contact her before, but due to being so deep underneath the water—I mean underwater—I have not been able to contact her.”

I assumed that his use of female pronouns to refer to his home world was just an odd translation quirk, so I said, “What about us? Are you just going to leave us here to drown?”

The Pokacu shook his head. “No. The Mother World will need to see exactly what kind of forces that the planet Earth has defending it. You remind me of the superheroes my people fought, so I imagine that by studying you, the Mother World will be able to design a new army that can combat you superheroes.”

“But I don't have my powers anymore,” I protested. “They were stolen from me by another human.”

“Is that so?” said the Pokacu. He aimed his organic hand cannon at me again. “Then I will just kill you and throw your body out into the ocean. After all, I have sufficient memories of the invasion to provide the Mother World with the information she will need to devise a counter strategy to resume the invasion.”

“Hold it!” I said suddenly, before the Pokacu could shoot at me. “Just because I'm powerless doesn't mean it would be a good idea to kill me.”

“Why wouldn't it?” said the Pokacu. “You have nothing to offer me if you are powerless.”

“But I work with the Neohero Alliance,” I said. “Do you remember them? They were one of the organizations that fought against your people.”

The Pokacu paused, as if he was doing a Google search in his own memories. “That name … it sounds familiar. Yes, I recall many of my brothers and sisters being slaughtered by an organization that went by that name. One in particular stands out to me, who wore a helmet and used advanced Earth technology to kill many of my siblings. If he were here today, I would kill him without thinking about it.”

I bit my lower lip. I didn't know for sure which neohero this guy was thinking of, but the description certainly sounded like Dad. I wondered what the Pokacu would do if he found out that I was Dad's son and Mom was his wife. It probably wouldn't be very pleasant.

So I said, “Glad you remember them. Did you know that I know a lot about them? Like who their leaders are, what kind of powers they have, their base's defenses, and so on. You know, the kind of information that your, uh, 'Mother World' might find useful during the next phase of the invasion.”

“You know all of that?” said the Pokacu curiously.

“Of course,” I said. “And I am perfectly willing to tell it to you, but only if you promise to spare my mom and me. If you kill me, after all, then you will never be able to get this information from, information that could mean the difference between victory and defeat for the next invasion.”

The Pokacu looked like he was thinking about my offer. I hoped it would work, because it was the only chance Mom and I had of surviving this crazy alien who had apparently been living on the bottom of the ocean for fifteen years.

Finally, the Pokacu nodded and said, “Very well. If what you say is true, then I will spare your life. And the life of the female, as well, at least for now, unless she also happens to know some important facts.”

“Yes, yes, she does,” I said, nodding quickly and eagerly. “She knows how to make the best damned mashed potatoes in the world.”

“Mashed … potatoes?” the Pokacu repeated. “What is that?”

“I'm not going to tell you until you let me and my mother free,” I said. “So why don't you let me go, and I can tell you all about the NHA and everything else on Earth your Mother World might need to know in order to succeed next time.”

“Tell me?” said the Pokacu. “Why do I need to convince you tell me anything? I can simply get what I need to know directly from your head, which decreases the chances that you will give me misinformation.”

“Get it directly from my head?” I said. “What do you mean?”

“You will see soon enough, once I take you out of here,” said the Pokacu. “All you need to know is that the information gathering process will be quick … though not painless.”