The Super Morpher, Chapter 12: Shots in the Night Part 2

Ryan ran out of the police station toward the alley on the side of the building before making his way up the fire escape to the roof. He looked over the city in dismay as he saw the glow of several fires blazing. Should those be his priority? Or should he search for something closer? This would be so much easier if he had one of those police radios and knew where the closest fight was.

Ryan jumped when he heard a robotic voice come over his radio. “Ryan, it’s me, Jordan. I’m listening to the police scanner and an alarm is going off at Crystal’s Jewelry store, and there aren’t any officers there to deal with it. Once you are finished there, I will guide you to the next fight.”

Ryan started to run toward Crystal’s, and he said, “Jordan? What’s up with your voice? Should you really be talking like this when there are so many police officers around?”

Silence answered for a few moments, and finally the robotic voice replied, “Not to worry. I’m using a text to voice software to communicate with you, so I’m not actually saying anything. Even if I was, the police are so occupied with all the reports coming in that they don’t have time to notice anything I’m doing.”

Ryan stopped at the edge of the roof across the street from Crystal’s Jewelry store. This is where it all started for him, the place where he had faced the first robot. He reached down and grabbed the morphing cap sitting over his right hip. He squeezed it and a small ball of Jordanium popped out into his waiting hand, and he absorbed it. He jumped off of the roof and was surprised when he jumped fifteen feet higher into the air than he expected to. He dropped down onto the sidewalk, sending small cracks out from his feet. “What is going on? I feel super light.”

One of the gang members left outside to watch for any police interference shouted inside of the store, “We have company!” He pulled out his pistol and started to fire at Ryan.

The bullets harmlessly bounced off of Ryan, and he charged across the street at the thug. The gangster gasped in surprise at Ryan’s speed, and dropped to the ground after Ryan’s fist slammed into his stomach. Ryan’s eyes opened wide in shock when he realized how fast he had just moved. “I think I should have practiced a little more with Jordanium before now. I feel faster and stronger than I ever have before!”

The robotic voice in his ear responded, “That must be because of how lightweight the alloy is. I can’t wait to run some tests once this is all over to see just how much it improves your performance.”

A grenade rolled to a stop at Ryan’s feet and he gasped in surprise when it exploded, sending a car that was parked behind him sliding ten feet across the street. Ryan was sent flying into the car, but marveled when he noticed that he wasn’t damaged at all from either the explosion or slamming into the car. “Oh, I have a new favorite transformation.” He looked over at the front of Crystal’s Jewelry and saw that it had been replaced with a large hole. He shook his head. “I’ve let this go on for far too long. Time to finish this.” Ryan darted into the store amidst shocked shouts from the gang about his survival.

Ryan darted from gangster to gangster under a hail of bullets, beating each of them unconscious. Once he had them all out cold, he tossed them out onto the sidewalk in a pile of moaning bodies. He pulled one of Jordan’s sticky grenades off of his belt, pushed the button, and dropped it onto the top of the pile. The grenade opened up and a green liquid shot out of it, covering the gang members and sticking them to each other and the sidewalk. The grenade closed once more, and Ryan picked it from the sticky mass and put it back onto his belt.

Ryan dusted his hands off and started down the sidewalk. “That’s one attack taken care off. They won’t be getting back into the fight anytime soon either. I left them in a sticky pile from one of your sticky grenades. Where’s the next closest fight?”

Jordan replied, “That was quick. There is a group of officers under heavy fire four blocks over on Ninth street. Go and give them a hand.”

Ryan sprinted down the sidewalk toward Ninth street until he saw the police officers pinned down behind their cars and the gangsters with pistols, machine guns, and shotguns firing relentlessly at them. Ryan rushed at the closest gangster and slammed his fist into the man’s face. The man’s eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto a man wielding a shotgun that was standing next to him. The man was thrown off balance and fell over onto the pavement. Ryan appeared at his side a second later and sent him to join his friend in sleep with a blow to the head.

The gang members took notice of Ryan’s arrival and focused their assault onto him. Ryan ignored their attacks and continued to move from person to person, leaving them out cold with blows to the head or gasping for air with blows to the stomach. Ryan piled them up once more and dropped a sticky grenade onto them. “Where to next?”


Things were looking bad for Lieutenant Jacob and the officers ducking for cover from the gang members’ constant attacks. He would have thought that they would have run out of ammo by now, but they must have brought enough to wipe out the town. He and his men had taken a few of them down, but not enough to make a difference. Sweat trickled down his face because of the intense heat of the flames of the building burning behind him. Where was the firefighters he had called for?

The officers gathered with him began to cheer and he looked to see what they were so excited for. Had the gang members started to surrender? Had back up finally arrived? He was disappointed when he saw the Super Morpher sprinting toward him. He had heard reports about the aid that he had given other officers at the fights scattered around town, but he still wasn’t happy to see him. A grenade sailed through the air and bounced to a halt in front of Lieutenant Jacob, and tears began to trickle down his face. They had held out for so long, and now that they finally had backup, even if it was that Super Morpher punk, it was all going to end like this?

Lieutenant Jacob gasped when he saw the Super Morpher leap onto the grenade so that he was covering it with his body. The hollow thud of the grenade going off sounded in the night, and the Super Morpher was sent flying into the sky. Lieutenant Jacob sighed and shook his head. That was just like him; he arrived to give him and his men some hope, but took it all away by dieing as soon as he got there. At least he had managed to help keep them alive, but how long until they threw another grenade to finish them off?

The Super Morpher landed on the sidewalk with a thud and quickly got back on his feet. “Looks like I made it just in time. Let me take care of these flames quick before too much damage can be done to this building.” The Super Morpher stepped toward the burning building and his silvery skin turned back to the normal peach hue, or perhaps it was a trick of the fire light? He dropped down to the ground once more, his face contorted in pain. “What is this? Did that grenade do more to me than I thought it did?”

The officers watched the Super Morpher twitching on the sidewalk, and didn’t notice the gang members begin to swarm around the cars they were hiding behind. One of them, a large man with a sawed off shotgun chuckled. “Looks like the Super Morpher has had more than he can handle tonight.” He ejected an empty shell from his weapon and loaded the next one. “This is for what you did to Tyler’s gang!”

Lieutenant Jacob watched in horror as the Super Morpher gritted his teeth and reached out to the fire of the burning building. His horror turned into amazement as the flames that had encased the building flowed toward his outstretched hand and disappeared inside of him. His body was replaced with dancing flames and he struggled to get up to his feet once more, but collapsed back down onto the sidewalk. Flames burst from his body and engulfed several of the gang members standing closest to him. Lieutenant Jacob raised up his hands to try and block the sudden heatwave that overtook him.

When he looked again the gang members that had been closest to the Super Morpher were lying on the ground, twitching and moaning in pain. The gangsters looked down at their friends lying on the sidewalk, and then at the form of the Super Morpher struggling to get back up onto his feet. They rushed over toward him and started to kick him and beat on his body with their firearms.

Lieutenant Jacob jumped up to his feet. “We have to help him out! Take them down, men!” He began to fire his rubber bullets into the backs of the distracted delinquents. Other officers joined him in his efforts and soon the gangsters were lying on the ground moaning in pain.

The Super Morpher slowly made his way back to his feet and smiled appreciatively at Lieutenant Jacob. His body appeared to be made out of some black substance. Perhaps he had been burned by the flames he had somehow absorbed from the building. His skin turned back to a normal fleshy tone once more and a nearby pothole seemed to magically get filled in. “Thank you for your assistance.”

Lieutenant Jacob snorted. “It’s not like I could just sit back and watch someone get beaten up, especially not after he had just saved the lives of me and my men. What happened to you back there? It seemed like you suddenly lost all of your strength.”

The Super Morpher weakly replied, “I’m not entirely sure, but I’m feeling better now. I suppose I should take care of these guys and move on to the next group. Help me get them into a pile?”

Lieutenant Jacob and his officers helped the Super Morpher throw the gang members into a pile, except for the ones that were badly burned. They needed medical attention soon. The Super Morpher pulled something off of his belt and dropped it onto the pile of unconscious bodies, and a green liquid shot out and covered them. He picked something the size of a baseball off of the pile and put it back onto his belt. “Stay safe, we’ll make it through this night.” The Super Morpher turned and ran toward the street corner.

Lieutenant Jacob watched him weakly run off and shook his head. That kid should be heading for the closest medic after what he just endured, but instead he was going to continue his fight to keep the city safe. Perhaps he had misjudged the Super Morpher, but he would have time to consider that later. “Stop standing around and gawking like a bunch of schoolgirls at a pop-star’s house. We need to get medical attention here to these young men that were burned. Someone call this in and tell headquarters that we have a group ready for pickup and find out where we should head to next. There is a lot more to do yet before this night is over.”


Ryan jogged down the sidewalk slowly. “That last area is clear, where should I head to next?”

“The next closest group to you is five blocks over on Smith Avenue. Head over that way. Are you feeling okay? I’ve been hearing reports come in about you collapsing and taking quite a beating.”

Ryan flinched and started toward Smith Avenue. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling pretty beat up right now. I turned back to normal to absorb a fire, and it felt like I was a newborn. I lost pretty much all of my strength and the gang members took advantage of it and gave me a pretty bad beating. I’m starting to feel a little better though.”

Jordan was silent for a few moments, but finally replied, “Maybe you should take a break for a while and let the police handle the rest of this. You freed enough of them up that they should be able to take the rest down without too much damage to the city once they regroup.”

Ryan increased his pace. “No, I can’t just step aside and this city take any more damage than it has to. I’ll be fine, you just keep guiding me to where the fighting is the worst!”

“Very well, I’m going to run some tests on you later to see if something is wrong with you when this is all done though. I suggest not using the Jordanium until I can figure out if that was having some sort of effect on you.”

Ryan groaned. “That reminds me, I left it behind at that last fight! I dropped it when I changed back and forgot to pick it back up!”

“It’s fine, just focus on getting through the night and I’ll get you a new one.”

Ryan broke into a sprint when he heard the sounds of fighting in the distance. “I’ll be fine, it’s those gangsters you should be worried about.”


The Spider switched his radio off in frustration. “I’m really beginning to hate that draxxin Super Morpher! Saul! You passed on my order that our men were to leave the looting until after the city was destroyed, didn’t you?”

Saul approached the Spider’s side with a glass of scotch and ice in his hands. “Of course I did. It would seem that they were simply too inept to follow orders.”

The Spider took the glass from Saul and took a deep drink. He tapped his pointer finger on the desk and shook his head. “I suppose it’s of no consequence. If the city was destroyed I would have to relocate my operation. Send word to my scientists that they are to begin preparations for the next phase of my plan. If the Super Morpher won’t join us, I’ll simply have to destroy him.”

Thank you for checking out my story, if you liked this and want to see more of it, come back on Friday when I will publish part three, and check out the other stories I’m working on writing, here: Tales of the Imagination, check out my facebook page to connect with me and give me some feedback: Facebook, and follow me on Twitter here: @EJBorchardt. Please like, comment, and tell your friends if you like what you’ve read, and don’t forget to check out my new book! You can buy a copy of it here: The Kids on the Case: Our First Case.


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