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dirty, that he was contagious. He was afraid that they would start to think this, too.
Of course his mom got it out of him. She noticed all the unsold comics, his increasing fear about going to school. He finally told her what was happening. She talked to his teacher and the principal of his school, but that only made things worse, really, only made the other kids angry about being lectured to. He pleaded with her not to say anything else, just to leave it alone, let it go away on its own.
But it didn’t go away. It had only gotten worse since his mom had been gone.
Matthew didn’t want to work on a new issue of the comic before dinner. He didn’t see the point. No one would buy it anyway. He said that instead he had a superhero scene he’d been thinking about, that he’d come up with a good idea, but he’d have to tell it to The Kid and The Kid would have to draw it because he wasn’t allowed to draw superheroes anymore. The Kid adjusted the Captain America comics in his waistband, made sure they were still covered by his shirt. Got a blank sheet of the big paper, a couple of colored pencils, started drawing the scene as Matthew told it.
There was a giant robot that was trying to destroy Los Angeles. It was a robot the government had made to pick up trash, but it had gone haywire when all the computers went berserk on New Year’s Eve, and now it was trying to destroy the city. The robot had big metal jaws with broken-glass teeth that it was supposed to use to eat garbage but now used to eat people. Matthew had The Kid draw a panel where the robot was walking through the downtown buildings, scooping up businessmen in its iron fist and biting them in half as other businessmen ran around screaming and waving their arms.
In the second panel, a superhero team arrived. This was the team’s last fight. They would have to give up their powers once they defeated the robot, because they’d found out that their powers were a gift from the Devil and not a gift from God, as they’d originally thought. They were pretty sad about giving up their powers, but they’d all banded together one last time to try to save the city.
The Kid drew a panel where the robot had reached their middle school. Kids poured from the doors, screaming as the robot crushed the building with its giant metal boots. The Kid gave each classmate an exaggerated distinguishing feature that made Matthew laugh and nod with approval. Brian Bromwell was flexing bulging muscles, Razz was wearing baggy pants ten sizes too big, Michelle Mustache had a real mustache, a dark brick of hair on her upper lip.
Matthew had the idea that he and The Kid should be two of the superheroes, that they should each have their own costume and power. The Kid drew Matthew flying into the scene, drew his oval head, his big round eyes. Drew him wearing gloves and boots and a long blue cape.
“What superpower do you think I’m going to pick?” Matthew said.
The Kid shrugged.
“Guess.”
The Kid found a blank corner of the page. Super strength , he wrote.
“Heat vision,” Matthew said. “And cold vision. One in each eye. That way I can melt things or freeze them in a block of ice.”
The Kid colored one of Matthew’s superhero eyes red, colored the other one blue. He finished drawing Matthew’s costume, decorated half with flames, half with icicles.
“But before I attack the robot,” Matthew said. “I shoot my beams at some of the other kids. The kids we don’t hate so much are getting frozen with my cold vision, but the kids we really hate are getting melted with my heat vision.”
The Kid drew cold beams shooting out of Matthew’s blue eye, ending in an icy cube around some of the kids who didn’t give them such a hard time. He drew shiver lines wiggling out from their bodies, tiny puffs of frozen breath coming from their mouths.
“Now draw the others,” Matthew said. He was sitting on his heels, starting to rock with excitement. “Draw the others
Of course his mom got it out of him. She noticed all the unsold comics, his increasing fear about going to school. He finally told her what was happening. She talked to his teacher and the principal of his school, but that only made things worse, really, only made the other kids angry about being lectured to. He pleaded with her not to say anything else, just to leave it alone, let it go away on its own.
But it didn’t go away. It had only gotten worse since his mom had been gone.
Matthew didn’t want to work on a new issue of the comic before dinner. He didn’t see the point. No one would buy it anyway. He said that instead he had a superhero scene he’d been thinking about, that he’d come up with a good idea, but he’d have to tell it to The Kid and The Kid would have to draw it because he wasn’t allowed to draw superheroes anymore. The Kid adjusted the Captain America comics in his waistband, made sure they were still covered by his shirt. Got a blank sheet of the big paper, a couple of colored pencils, started drawing the scene as Matthew told it.
There was a giant robot that was trying to destroy Los Angeles. It was a robot the government had made to pick up trash, but it had gone haywire when all the computers went berserk on New Year’s Eve, and now it was trying to destroy the city. The robot had big metal jaws with broken-glass teeth that it was supposed to use to eat garbage but now used to eat people. Matthew had The Kid draw a panel where the robot was walking through the downtown buildings, scooping up businessmen in its iron fist and biting them in half as other businessmen ran around screaming and waving their arms.
In the second panel, a superhero team arrived. This was the team’s last fight. They would have to give up their powers once they defeated the robot, because they’d found out that their powers were a gift from the Devil and not a gift from God, as they’d originally thought. They were pretty sad about giving up their powers, but they’d all banded together one last time to try to save the city.
The Kid drew a panel where the robot had reached their middle school. Kids poured from the doors, screaming as the robot crushed the building with its giant metal boots. The Kid gave each classmate an exaggerated distinguishing feature that made Matthew laugh and nod with approval. Brian Bromwell was flexing bulging muscles, Razz was wearing baggy pants ten sizes too big, Michelle Mustache had a real mustache, a dark brick of hair on her upper lip.
Matthew had the idea that he and The Kid should be two of the superheroes, that they should each have their own costume and power. The Kid drew Matthew flying into the scene, drew his oval head, his big round eyes. Drew him wearing gloves and boots and a long blue cape.
“What superpower do you think I’m going to pick?” Matthew said.
The Kid shrugged.
“Guess.”
The Kid found a blank corner of the page. Super strength , he wrote.
“Heat vision,” Matthew said. “And cold vision. One in each eye. That way I can melt things or freeze them in a block of ice.”
The Kid colored one of Matthew’s superhero eyes red, colored the other one blue. He finished drawing Matthew’s costume, decorated half with flames, half with icicles.
“But before I attack the robot,” Matthew said. “I shoot my beams at some of the other kids. The kids we don’t hate so much are getting frozen with my cold vision, but the kids we really hate are getting melted with my heat vision.”
The Kid drew cold beams shooting out of Matthew’s blue eye, ending in an icy cube around some of the kids who didn’t give them such a hard time. He drew shiver lines wiggling out from their bodies, tiny puffs of frozen breath coming from their mouths.
“Now draw the others,” Matthew said. He was sitting on his heels, starting to rock with excitement. “Draw the others
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