The Ministry of SUITs (13 page)

This was one of the saddest things Jack had ever heard.

“The Ministry is semisecret. But … you trust David, right?”

Jack nodded. “He can be a bit useless, but I do trust him.”

“Then tell him.”

“Really?”

“I don't think that the Ministry is really top secret. I think that we just don't talk about it because people wouldn't believe us.”

This made sense; up until two days ago Jack wouldn't have believed in any of the things he now knew.

Trudy continued. “I mean, a Ministry to deal with zombies and vampires, to cover up the Loch Ness Monster? It probably isn't the kind of thing you should mention to your next-door neighbor over tea. But I think you're safe enough in telling David. Who knows if he'll even believe you?”

“Thanks, Trudy.” Jack felt better knowing that he could tell his best friend about what was happening.

They got up and walked into the entrance of the school. Jack was careful not to trip on the thick shag carpet.

In the middle of the entrance hall three older children were throwing a schoolbag through the air. It belonged to Edwyn Jones, a small, weedy kid from Jack's class.

“Guys, this isn't funny,” squeaked Edwyn as the bag sailed over his head again, despite his best attempt to catch it.

The three bullies seemed to think it was very funny and continued throwing the bag. Edwyn got bored of the whole process and moved to the side of the corridor to lean against the wall. One of the bullies went over to Edwyn and made a fist right in his face. “Listen, you little squirt: You jump, you pretend you want your bag back, or I'll get my fun by pummeling you.”

The argument was a persuasive one and Edwyn started jumping again as they threw the bag back and forth. However, his cries of “Give it back” and his leaps in the air seemed rather unenthusiastic.

Jack turned to Trudy. “We should do something about this. And when I say
we
should do something about this, I mean
you
should do something about this.”

“What?” asked Trudy.

“Edwyn's in my class. He isn't a bad guy. I've seen you in action, Trudy. If you can take out a room of Porcupods, those bullies shouldn't be a problem for you.”

Trudy sized up the bullies. “They wouldn't be a problem. But that isn't what the Ministry does. We deal with people who are plotting against the country. Kidnappers, murderers, thieves…”

“Which are all just types of bullies. Look, what's the point of being able to do what you can do, if you walk away from situations like this?”

“Jack, if I start destroying bullies in the middle of the corridor, then it won't be long before everyone knows about the Ministry. Telling David is one thing, but the whole school finding out? That's different.”

Jack knew that Trudy was right. “I just wish we could do something. I hate bullies.”

Trudy let out a long sigh before speaking. “I've hit bullies before, but without using any of the Ministry skills.”

Jack shook his head. “Without the Ministry skills you'd never be able to take out three bullies. And they all look like they're from fourth year.”

One of the bullies had grabbed Edwyn by the collar and pushed him up against the wall.

“We have to do something,” Jack sighed. “Maybe together both of us could…”

Before Jack finished his sentence something happened that surprised him. Considering everything that had happened the other night at the Ministry, Jack thought that he was pretty much surprise-proof at this stage. He was wrong. Quite badly wrong.

Just as one of the bullies looked as though he was going to punch Edwyn in the face a figure appeared out of nowhere.

“Stop and desist your nefarious activities, bullies!”

Standing on the window ledge, with bright light streaming in from behind him, was what looked like a superhero. A bona fide superhero.

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OF
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VAMPIRES

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LOTHING
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Many people wonder why Vampires wear black all the time. They wonder if it is a question of style.

The real reason, of course, is simply that wearing black is a good tactical decision to make if you spend your life drinking blood from someone's neck. Black doesn't show the bloodstains. Additionally, since vampires don't have reflections, it's very hard for them to put together a really cool modern outfit. This is why in movies you see them wearing dinner suits so frequently. It's a classic look that anyone can pull off.

 

19

STATIC

 

Jack squinted at the light shining in through the window and realized that it wasn't really that much of a superhero at all. In fact, it was Dawkins from his class, standing on a window ledge, wearing two new school uniforms. The first he wore in a conventional way, blazer on his back, tie around his neck, both arms in the armholes of his shirt. But the second he had fashioned into a superhero costume. A very bad superhero costume, but a superhero costume nonetheless.

A second white shirt was tied around his neck to give the impression of a cape. He'd also cut eye-holes in a second tie and tied it around his head like a mask to protect his secret identity. Like almost all superheroes ever, the mask did nothing to protect his identity whatsoever. He just looked like himself, but wearing a very small mask.

The bullies stood amazed for a few moments before they spoke. Dawkins waited silently, posed heroically on the window ledge, hands on his hips.

Eventually one of the bullies broke the silence. “What are you doing, you mentalist?”

“Mentalist?” sneered Dawkins from his windowsill. “Supermentalist, you mean. No—wait a minute, not supermentalist. Superhero! Look upon me, bullies, and quake, for I am STATIC!”

“He is very static—do you think he's just going to stand posing on that windowsill all day?” Trudy whispered to Jack.

Jack had no idea what Dawkins was going to do. At this stage Jack had very little idea what anyone was going to do anymore. It was as if the world had got up this morning and decided to go insane without telling anyone.

The bully who had pinned Edwyn up against the wall decided that it would be more fun to bully the strangely dressed Dawkins. He pushed Edwyn to the ground. “We'll be back to bully you some more later,” he told Edwyn. “So just stay there, but in the meantime we're going to have some fun with the nutcase.”

The three bullies closed in on the windowsill where Dawkins stood. Jack thought that now would be an ideal time for Dawkins to run, but he just stood there looking majestic. Or at least as majestic as you can look with a white shirt tied around your neck and looking out from behind a school tie with two ragged holes in it.

Jack felt sorry for Dawkins. Apart from his slightly unusual dress sense he really wasn't a bad guy.

“We are going to kick you to bits,” one of the bullies said as they closed in.

“HA!” yelled Dawkins. “Static laughs at bullies.”

The bullies stopped. “Who is Static?”

“I am Static,” yelled Dawkins.

Jack whispered to Trudy, “Apparently Dawkins thinks he's called Static now.”

Trudy whispered back to Jack, “Yes, I also picked that up.”

Static/Dawkins suddenly leapt from the windowsill. Jack thought he had probably meant to land heroically on the ground, but unfortunately Dawkins wasn't the most agile of kids. He gave out a slight “Ouch” as he hit the carpet, stumbled, and then stood up.

Static/Dawkins limped toward the bullies, still trying to look heroic. “This is your last chance, bullies. Cease your evildoing and run. Or face the wrath of Static.”

The lead bully sneered. “Go on, then, let's see your wrath.”

Dawkins seemed to do a dance, shuffling his feet back and forth on the carpet. “You are going to regret this,” he said.

The lead bully just laughed.

Dawkins/Static finished his strange feet-shuffling dance and reached out with a hand. The bully watched Dawkins's hand, thinking that it wasn't moving fast enough to do any damage.

Dawkins's outstretched finger lined up with the bully's nose. Unexpectedly a blue-electric flash jumped from Dawkins's finger and cracked the bully on the nose. The bully jumped back with pain and let out a frightened yelp.

“Feel the power of Static!” yelled Dawkins/Static. He was shuffling his feet back and forth again.

“What was that?” yelped the bully.

“Had enough?” asked Dawkins, his feet still moving.

One of the bullies went to grab Dawkins by the front of his shirt. There was another small blue crack as he touched Dawkins. The bully fell backward, clutching his hand.

Dawkins's feet were still shuffling. “That's the beauty of Static's powers. I touch you and it hurts you. You touch me? It still hurts you. I am invulnerable!”

“You're insane!” said the third bully.

Dawkins held out a hand. “Shake my hand and say that!”

The bully recoiled from Dawkins's outstretched hand in fear. Dawkins's feet were still shuffling and scuffling on the carpet.

“I have ten shocking fingers here,” Dawkins said, stretching them out toward the bullies. “Who wishes to feel my power first?”

The bullies looked at Dawkins for a second. “Let's leave him be. It's not worth it.”

Jack and Trudy turned to look at each other, both of their mouths hanging open in astonishment. Realizing how stupid they must have looked, they clamped their jaws shut and turned back to Dawkins.

“More enemies vanquished by the power of Static!” Dawkins/Static yelled triumphantly, punching the air as the bullies slunk away down the corridor.

Dawkins held out his hand to help Edwyn up. When Edwyn touched it he flinched back in pain.

“Whoops. Sorry about that, must still have a bit of a charge left over. It'll wear off eventually.”

Trudy and Jack walked over to Dawkins. Jack could tell that Trudy felt a bit put out. She'd finally decided to use her skills to help someone, and at the last moment had been upstaged by a nerd with a tie wrapped around his head.

“What are you doing, you nutcase?” she asked.

“Vanquishing evil. For I am the superhero Static.”

Jack shook his head. “You are not the superhero Static. You're Dawkins. Putting a tie around your eyes and using a shirt for a cape isn't going to fool anyone.”

“Oh. Well, yes, by day I am the mild-mannered Dawkins, popular classroom clown.…”

“You aren't that popular,” interjected Jack, but Dawkins ignored him and continued.

“… But when I see injustice I transform into STATIC! The superhero with the power to control static electricity.”

“Is that really all that was?” asked Trudy. “Static electricity?”

Dawkins/Static nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, it's amazing. There's something about these new uniforms. I mean I know polyester creates a static charge, but this stuff seems to create a huge static charge. And the carpet seems to be made of polyester as well.” Dawkins rubbed his feet furiously on the carpet. “So it's really easy to build up a painful charge.”

Dawkins demonstrated by putting a finger next to a door handle. A tiny blue electrical spark jumped from the tip of Dawkins's finger.

“The brilliant thing about it is that bullies can't touch me even if they want to.”

“Well they can't touch you directly,” said Trudy, “but they could use wooden sticks to beat you. Wood doesn't conduct electricity.”

Dawkins clearly hadn't thought of this. He looked worried, but after a few seconds he put on his best superhero face. “Static will still be triumphant. Watch for me in the
skies
.”

“Are you claiming that you can fly now?” asked Jack.

“Well, no … Okay then, watch for me in the
corridors
.”

Jack and Trudy watched Dawkins limp down the corridor, his leg sore from when he had jumped off the windowsill. “Where are you going, Dawkins?”

“Gym lockers,” said Dawkins. “I'm going to hide the cricket bats.”

Dawkins walked out the door and at the moment he did so, the lights flickered briefly.

Trudy looked astonished. “Now, if Dawkins did that, he is impressive!”

Edwyn had recovered from his unfortunate shock. “Who was that masked man?” he asked.

“Weren't you listening? That was Dawkins. He's a nutcase.”

“He's a hero!” exclaimed Edwyn. “He saved my life.”

“At no stage was your life in danger. He is not a hero. Please don't start going around and telling everyone that…”

Edwyn cut Trudy off. “I'm going to tell everyone in the school that I was saved by Static. People will sing songs and write poems about him.”

Edwyn ran off.

“I really hope no one starts singing songs about this,” said Trudy.

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SUPERHERO COSTUMES

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ECRET
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DENTITIES

Many superheroes protect their identities by wearing costumes under their everyday clothes. That means if they need to burst into action and save a life they have only to shed their regular clothes to be ready.

However, this means that in the height of summer they will be forced to swelter with a layer of Lycra under their regular clothes. Therefore, if you're sitting next to someone on the bus and they smell really, really sweaty there's a fairly good chance they're a superhero.

If supervillains realized this, they would be able to track down their superhero enemies by hanging round the toiletries section of supermarkets and watching to see who bought the most antiperspirant.