Chapter Eleven: Hoax

"How much longer are we going to be out here?" asked Alfonso. He shielded his eyes as he looked across the desert. "I can't see anything for miles. Why do we even think they're still out here?"

"Just because we can't see anything doesn't mean it's not there," said the Super. "Mirages can still stop us from actually seeing the truth."

Actually seeing the truth? thought Alfonso. Is this guy for real? Alfonso kept thinking as he dragged his feet across the dry, cracked ground. He had a hard time believing that The Super had become such a big hero. Then again, the media will believe anything these days... It could just be a hoax. A really good hoax, but still. The Super just didn't have the same glow a real hero would have. He wasn't very courageous, and was totally oblivious to everything that wasn't centered around him. But it felt a little forced, so maybe he wasn't all bad. Still, Alfonso didn't like it.

And that Cassandra girl? He didn't think it was just coincidence that she had the same "powers" as The Super. She probably didn't have any powers at all, and was just fantasizing. I mean, come on, thought Alfonso, what are the odds of it just being coincidence?

"Wait..." said The Super. "Hang on... what is that?" In the distance, but not quite at the horizon, a hazy spot seemed to be moving very, very slowly toward them. Alfonso tried to squint through the haze, but his eyesight wasn't quite good enough to figure out what it was. The Super's probably would be, if all the rumors were true.

"Is that...?" started The Super, squinting hard. He seemed to be double-checking.

"What? 'Is that' what?" asked Alfonso, following The Super's line of sight. He hoped the "hero" wasn't playing tricks. He had seemed pretty jumpy on the Jeep ride out here. He'd looked everywhere at once, his legs restlessly bouncing up and down. Alfonso found his behavior rather erratic, and hard to predict.

The Super stopped squinting, his face contorting into an angry frown.

"I am going to kill that octopus," he growled between clenched teeth.

"An octo–" started Alfonso, but he was interrupted by the huge torrent of wind created by The Super's flight. Alfonso stood alone, watching the blob of the flying hero turn into a dot, and then a speck, as The Super caught up to whoever it was that he had to kill.

"Huh," said Alfonso. "So it's not an elaborate lie. Cool."

 He started walking again. Gotta catch up somehow, he thought. A good lie is maintained consistently, after all. Can't have them catching on, now can we?



Hi! This one's a bit short 'cause I need to change perspectives.  I'm trying to keep it less confusing by keeping it down to one perspective per chapter, and so far it's worked pretty well. So I'm going to keep doing it.

So yeah. School is school. I have homework. Deal with it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another post to write as fast as possible.

                     PolarFarina