The transformation is almost complete

It was a hot summer day, and Joel and Dane were cruising around Rocky. The black ‘83 Chevette was hot, the AM radio cranked out the sounds of the oldies, and the sweat stains were appearing in the armpit regions of their superhero costumes. It was almost time for a free slurpee from Rolf’s.

They took a final tour down main street, the hub of the action in the small town. If there was crime prevention needed, it was on main street. Dane was looking for villainous activity, while Joel’s eyes were perusing, peering, probing the area for scantily clad women. Joel was in heat and on the prowl. Watch out ladies.

The pair had already saved one kid from the perils of J-walking. A new daily record would be established if they foiled two more crimes.

“If only the cops would do their job,” Joel muttered. He was pissed because he didn’t get to go to Sylvan Lake to admire all the uncovered flesh. “I wouldn’t have to be in this hot car, in this skin-tight suit, patrolling a boring town.”

“We have powers that have to be used for the good of the world,” Dane said trying to calm the easily irritable Joel. “You know you need to use your editing skills to further mankind, not to destroy the already fragile planet.” Dane had become very concerned about Earth once he heard about the atrocities in Iraq and the Liberals winning the federal election. He still couldn’t believe they were true.

Joel on the other hand didn’t know what to think. He knew his powers could help eradicate evil, but he also knew the world was weak and his for the taking. It was then that his dream girl walked down the street. Silky, brown hair flowed over her tanned shoulders. Long legs jutted out of a pair of cutoff shorts and her low-cut shirt was too much. Joel got out of the car and strutted over to her. The kind of strut only a superhero wearing a mask could execute. Dane had never seen Joel do anything this perposterous sincehe puked on some guy’s shoes in the old Republic.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t quite planned out the scenario. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t. His voice froze; he couldn’t force out a word. He just stuttered. It was an incomprehensible mumble. His face went red and a puddle formed at the bottom of his right leg. Joel ran in horror. He flipped a manhole cover and fled into the sewer.

In the background the only sound was laughter. Dane fell out of the driver’s side door and couldn’t stop laughing. Tears steamed down his face, and his sides burst. The pain and misery of his friends made his life worth living. A car quickly turned in beside the Chevette and cranked Dane in the head. Everything went black.

The girl didn’t know what to think and continued on her way. Her thoughts were on the bald clerk from Rolf’s who sold her a Hershey bar the night prior.