Water Boy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


I don’t remember when or how I got my powers. Maybe I was born with a mutation. Maybe I had an accident in a water lab when I was little. Maybe a wizard gave me a blessing when I was a baby (I find that one the most unlikely). All I know is that I somehow gained power over water. My abilities include hydrokinesis (the ability to control water with the mind), water transformation (the ability to turn the body into water), and water blasts (the ability to shoot water out of my hands). My real name is Adrian Beckham, but most people refer to me by my superhero/supervillain name, Water Boy.

The only reason I am writing this is because my friend Henry Wayne (no relation to the DC character Bruce Wayne) told me to--something about clearing my name after all those horrible things that I did and explaining to the public how I went from infamous villain to everyone’s hero.

It started a few months ago, right after I discovered that I have powers. I was in my room doing homework. Getting thirsty, I reached for my water bottle. I jumped back in surprise when the bottle fell off the desk, as if it didn’t want me to drink from it. Bewildered, I decided to try a little experiment: I made a grabbing motion with my hand, like how a child would pick up slime when playing with it. Sure enough, the bottle slowly moved upward. I wasn’t sure if I was controlling my bottle or the water inside it with my mind, so I tried another experiment: I poured all the water on the desk and made a pushing motion toward the water. The water moved as if the desk had been tilted backwards. Unfortunately, the water went all over my homework when that happened.

“Darn it!” I shouted.

I decided to try and see if I could use my newly discovered power to dry the paper. I did the same grabbing motion, and the water that went onto my homework flew back up, leaving my homework badly smudged but still dry. I closed my hand into a fist; the water gathered into a ball.

The floating ball of water gave me the idea for a prank. I walked over to my twin sister’s room - which was down the hall - with my water ball. (My sister’s name is Brooklyn “Brooke” Beckham, by the way.) Then, staying outside her room, I made the water ball fly over her head. She was so focused on her work that she didn’t see what was coming. I put my hand down. The water ball flew down and splashed on her head.

Caught by surprise, she screamed, then shouted, “Hey! Who did that? I was doing my homework! Now I have to print it and start all over again!”

I got a good laugh at that.

I was bullied a lot at school, so I decided to get vengeance by using my powers over water to almost drown those bullies when it was time for the swimming segment of Physical Education. I drowned them by creating a whirlpool around them so that they were swallowed by the water. I would also control the water to make sure they stayed down long enough. But to show that I’m not a bad guy, I didn’t let them completely drown. I just left them submerged long enough to render them unconscious. Several people had to get CPR after those events.

“He’s like the master of water,” I heard some girl mutter to her friend while Kurtis Litz was getting CPR from the lifeguard. I paid her no attention.

I don’t really like the swimming segment in general, even though my water powers make it easier. Fortunately, I am able to breathe underwater, so when no one’s looking, I like to dive to the bottom and meditate there until the end of class.

“How long has he been down there?” The same girl asked, while everyone was getting out of the pool.

“Since the beginning of class,” her friend replied.

But underwater, their voices sounded muffled, like someone with a pillow over their face.

I always feel guilty after drowning a bully, even if they totally deserved it. I find that going to my backyard pool and doing Water Tai Chi always calms me down.

“What is Water Tai Chi?” You might be asking. It’s just like ordinary Tai Chi (slow, wavy motions with the entire body), except whatever motions I do, the water does with me. It’s very much like dancing.

Then one day, during summer vacation, my mom called up to me from downstairs: “Adrian? There’s someone who wants to see you!”

So I walked downstairs and found an old man at the door, a man whom I’ve never seen before. He looked like an older version of some cowboy from a Wild West movie with his cowboy hat, boots, plaid shirt, jeans, and belt with a shiny gold buckle. He also had quite a few wrinkles and a white beard. He introduced himself as Dallas Bascom, son of Earl W. Bascom.

“Your mother has told me a bit about your powers and what you do with them,” he said. “She wants me to send you on a quest to … make better use of your powers.”

I looked at my mom, who nodded encouragingly. I then turned to Dallas and said, “Ok, Mr. Bascom. Let’s go.”

He led me over to his wagon, which was parked in front of the curb by the driveway. When I say “wagon,” I don’t mean as in “You can’t ride in my little red wagon!” I mean it as in the kind you typically see in a Wild West movie, complete with a brown horse. I’ll admit that it was a strange sight in the middle of a suburban neighborhood.

As soon as we got on, Mr. Bascom sat at the front of the wagon, grabbed the reins, and got the horse moving.

In the middle of the 6-hour ride to our destination (which Mr. Bascom told me was a surprise), Mr. Bascom gave me a short lecture on that common Uncle Ben quote, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

“You have a lot of power, Adrian,” he told me. “You just need to know what to do with it. Instead of almost drowning innocent children, you can try using it for a more noble purpose, like stopping and reversing floods, or stopping criminals.”

Innocent. Pfft. Yeah right, I thought to myself. Those guys bully me all day at school. But I said nothing.

This lecture continued for some time but finally stopped at the 2 hour mark. At that point, he pointed me to a small glass bowl of water on the back of the wagon and told me to play with the water inside it.

I decided that I might as well practice Water Tai Chi. I had a lot of fun doing that.

Well, it looks like the old saying “Time flies when you’re having fun” is true, because in what felt like 10 minutes, we arrived at our final destination: a town somewhere in Death Valley.

We were parked in front of what looked like an ordinary pub. Why we were there, I wasn’t sure. I’m 16, not 21.

When we entered, one guy recognized me right away. He went, “Hey! That’s the guy we saw on the news, the guy who almost killed a few innocent kids with his water Hocus Pocus!”

Water Hocus Pocus? I thought to myself. Who does this guy think he is? I was so angry that I didn’t really think about what I was going to do next. I thrust out my hand at him, like some Jedi using the Force (so I’m a Star Wars fan. Sue me). Immediately, water came out of every sweat gland in his body, as well as his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. Water pretty much came out of every opening in his body. In a matter of seconds, he fell on the ground in a heap, completely dehydrated.

“You’ve forgotten one thing,” I whispered in his ear. “The human body is 70% water.”

Then I realized what I did and glanced over at Mr. Bascom nervously, but he just smiled and said, “This is whatI was talking about on our way here. Whenever someone says or does something you don’t like, you get revenge on them by using your water powers in a very … sinister way. I am going to help you fix that. Now come with me before somebody else angers you.”

We exited the pub and entered the wagon again. While Mr. Bascom took the reins again, he told me to sit to his left. So I did. As soon as I sat down, we were off to our next destination (also a surprise).

Mr. Bascom told me, “You use your powers in an evil fashion, making you a kind of supervillain. But I can help you change that title to anti-hero after this. You can use your powers to fight crime or stop floods. In fact, a flood is about to happen in a nearby town. We can start your training by using your powers to do a good deed. That flood is going to happen any minute now, so we should hurry.”

When we got there, the town looked almost completely deserted. I suppose that’s because everyone was preparing for the flood to strike. We parked our wagon at the end of the street, right at where the flood would come.Mr. Bascom assured me that if I successfully stopped the flood, the wagon would be completely unharmed.

While Mr. Bascom stayed in the wagon, I slowly approached the area from where the flood would come. I knew I had to stay alert, as the flood could approach at any moment.

Then water came flowing down a slope towards the town like a waterfall. I could hear waves crashing. Panicking, I closed my eyes tight and thrust out my hands in front of my face the same way someone would block a ball during a dodgeball game. I waited for the water to hit.

Then everything went quiet. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw that the water suddenly froze. I don’t mean as in the ice kind of froze. I don’t have ice powers. I mean as in it stopped moving. I couldn’t see any movement in the water whatsoever. The waves looked as if they were made of realistic-looking plastic.

I decided to have some fun with the water. I drew my hands back, like a riptide drawing water back out to sea. The water slithered around my arms and curled around my body. Then I turned my body into water and became one with the flood. In that form, I looked like a giant made entirely of water, mostly because I was.

Then I turned back into a normal-sized human, walked out of the water (completely dry), and pushed my hands outward. Instantly, the water retreated as if I was looking through a camera with a video playing in reverse. I looked back and smiled at Mr. Bascom. He smiled back, looking like a proud father. My mission was successful. The residents of the town looked out their windows and saw what I had done. They cheered. I knew right away that this would be the happiest moment of my life.

It also looked like my training was over. Mr. Bascom explained that he simply wanted to send me somewhere to do a good deed and realize that I would enjoy being loved and praised even more than I enjoy being feared. And that lesson was hard to teach considering that I like being feared a lot.

We both went back into the wagon to return home, my new fans now surrounding the wagon to bid us farewell and to thank me (for like the hundredth time) for saving their town. I simply smiled and waved, then announced, “I am Water Boy, a new anti-hero of this age!”

I could already see my superhero costume in my mind’s eye: a black top and blue pants. My water powers work on clothes as well, so this costume would turn into water whenever I do.

When we returned home that night, I got off the wagon and thanked Mr. Bascom for teaching me that very valuable lesson. Smiling, he replied, “If you need me, just give me a call. My grandson taught me how to use an iPhone, and I can give you my number. I am hoping to see you soon, Adrian.”

He wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. As he rode away, I stared at the paper for a while. I knew I might call him pretty soon.

It turned out that I did call him afterward. After I finished making my supersuit (I simply used my own black shirt and blue pants), I gave him a call and told him that I wanted to start a crime-fighting operation, where he would be in my basement, looking through my desktop for any current crimes that were happening in the area. When he found one, he would give me a call and I’d change into my supersuit and save the day. He was always sure to call me during the weekends or non-school days, since he knows that many unwise superheroes try to balance crime-fighting with school work without success. Whenever I was on a mission, I had an earpiece in my ear so that I could communicate with Mr. Bascom, who would tell me what the best possible move to defeat my opponent would be. He would also give me a bit of advice here and there, like “There is a way to defeat all ten at once. You just need to think outside the box,” or something like that. I made “You’ve forgotten one thing: the human body is made of seventy percent water” a common catchphrase, as the criminals often remarked that I hardly have any water to bend. Then I would almost dehydrate them with my iconic move that ended up being called “The Dehydration Drain,” which is where I make almost all the water in the criminals escape their bodies, like what I did with that guy in the pub a few months earlier. But I make sure not to completely dehydrate them, as I swore to Mr. Bascom that I would never use my powers to kill.

I did, however, have another prank planned for Brooke. I knew I shouldn’t do the water-ball-over-head prank from a few months ago, since nobody falls for the same prank twice. So I decided to let Henry Wayne, the friend mentioned earlier, “participate” in this prank.

Brooke and I were taking a walk through our local park. She thought we were just taking a walk, having some brother-sister bonding time. She was oblivious to the fact that Henry was standing behind a bush, getting ready to ambush her with a trash can full of water. Right when we turned the corner, Henry let loose a huge wave of water. Having been the one who planned the prank, I knew what to do. I stopped the wave, the same way I stopped the flood back in Death Valley, and pushed it back at Henry. I saw his expression change from amusement to surprise. Faster than you can say “Water Boy tricked me,” he was covered head-to-toe with water.

He shouted, “Hey, what the?! Adrian, I’m drenched!”

I got a good laugh at that. Even Brooke let out a small giggle.

 

THE END

 


Submitted: May 14, 2022

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