Jamie, the new Superboy, helps residents of a community that is stricken by a hurricane. |
Greg point up to the sky. âWell, hey, you can see the air masses clear as a bell, even at night, how they look like two fluids mixing together. Like if you poured milk into a glass of water without mixing the solution, how the two fluids interact. Canât you see what Iâm talking about?â Jamie and Wes exchanged glances. Wes answered, âWell, Greggy, we can see the clouds but I donât see what youâre talking about, do you Jamie?â Jamie shook his head. âNot me. I donât understand Greggy. Whatâre you saying? You mean you can SEE the air?â Greggy, with just a trace of frustration answered, âYes! I can see it clear as a bell! Itâs transparent, but, still, itâs just as clear as can be, you can see how the air masses have different temperatures and pressure and how when they mix together the clouds mushroom out. I never saw that before; or at least I never noticed it until I got hit by that lightening strike but Iâd just assumed you guys could see it to. I just thought it was just something that comes with these new powers.â Wes shook his head. âNo, Greggy. Itâs not. It must be something different. Here, let me link my mind to yours if thatâs OK. Then I can see what youâre seeing. And, if itâs OK, Iâll bring Jamie into the psychic link and he can see, too.â Wesley did so and both he and Jamie were ogle-eyed. âWhoa!â Jamie exclaimed, âI see what you mean. Itâs kind of transparent, almost like a clear jelly but, well, I guess itâs like this all the time for you, huh, Greggy.â Greg nodded. âYeah, Jamie, pretty much. Itâs almost like you can reach out and touch it. Not actually REACH out, but, well, you know what I mean.â Unintentionally, but in perfect unison, both Jamie and Wes exclaimed, âNo, Greggy, I DONâT know what you mean.â All three boys laughed at that. Greggy said, well here, Iâll SHOW you want I mean. And then, with his mind, Greggy reached out and began to âherdâ the air masses, separating them and channeling them away from each other and, by nothing more than his force of will, he equalized the temperature and pressure within the to colliding air masses. Gradually, the heavy clouds dissipated and again the skies were clear. Thanks to Wesleyâs psychic mind link with Greg, both he and Jamie saw it all. They stood transfixed. It was Wesley who said to Greg in awe, âDude, this is unbelievable! Waitâll Dad hears about this. You can control the WEATHER, man. Nobody can do that⌠Nobody! But YOU, Greggy⌠You⌠just⌠DID!â Jamie sniffed, âDarn it! Wes, youâre psychic and now Greggy, youâve got the power to control the weather. Me? Whatâve I got? Iâm just the weak, little sister here.â Although heâd tried to sound miffed, the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. Wesley laughed. âWeak little sister? I donât think so, yah big dumb lug!â Greg laughed too. âWell, Wes, âlugâ Iâll grant you and maybe âdumb.â But âbig?â Naw. Jaimeâs a little sawed off dumb lug!â All three boys laughed as Jamie mock punched Greggyâs right shoulder. Greg laughed again. âEasy on the shoulder there, Mister Muscle Man! You might be a sawed off little runt, but thatâs quite a wallop you got there! Youâre the strongest kid in the Universe! Nobody can touch you, Jamie!â The three boys laughed again. Wesley was thinking but keeping his thoughts to himself momentarily. Jamie picked up on it and asked. âA penny for your thoughts, Wes?â Wes snapped out of his reverie. âWe need a name for Greg and a costume to match; something about the weather, naturally. Iâm thinking maybe, no, why not âWeather Boy,â that sounds like heâs the weather announcer on a kid radio or TV station.â âHow `bout âRain-Boyâ? Naw, thatâs hokey, not that either.â Jamie pondered. And then Wesleyâs eyes lit up. âIâve got it, âStorm Boy!â And weâll call you âStormyâ for short. Like when we call Jamie âSupesâ or when yâall call me âSpeedy.ââ Jamie cheered, âThatâs great, Wes! Awesome!â He looked at Greg expectantly. âWell, Stormy, what do you think? Yah like it?â Greg smiled at Jamie and Wes. âYeah, I think I DO! I really think I do. âStorm Boyâ it is.â The next morning, the three boys went to Lois. Jamie made the pitch. Flashing his soft, baby blues looking up at here through his long eyelashes he asked, âMom, could you make Greggy a super hero costume?â Lois wasnât in the least be surprised by the request. She had been expecting it. Sheâd made both Jamieâs and Wesâ and had fully expected to be asked to step up to the plate yet again. Before she left for work, she took all of Gregâs measurements. She would appropriate some Kryptonian materials from the Fortress of Solitude to fashion a super hero costume for Greg. Greggy had requested that the suit be like a jumpsuit, similar to Wesleyâs. His suit would be blue, with brown gloves, boots, and a mask. It would be form fitting, like Gregâs costume, but not skin tight like Jamieâs. Lois promised Greg she would have his costume ready by the time he returned from the Fortress after his first course of training with Clark, Jamie and Wesley. The suit, fashioned from Kryptonian high tech super cloth would be virtually indestructible and would âgrowâ along with Greg. The hi-tech Kryptonian logic circuits, woven into the fabric would ensure a wrinkle free, spot free perfect fit all the time. And no one but Greg would ever be able to don his âStorm Boyâ costume. The logic circuits in the super fabric would easily defeat anyone elseâs attempt to do so. * * * To be continued My website contains my works of science fiction and fantasy. Check out my website at http://www.superfantasystories.com |