The Super 4 : Dark Death by Harrison Wallace Page A

hands!” I told him. “Because otherwise we’ll all
end up as lab rats in some dank laboratory in Antarctica or like
some other really secluded place.”
    Jake looked confused.
    “ Quiz time!” He said. “Define the
definition of ‘secluded’!”
    “ It means...” I said, thinking of
a fake definition that would fit into my sentence. “...It means
laboratory!”
    “ Correct!” He exclaimed. “And your
winner is….” Like a TV. host he did a drum roll. “...HARRISON
WHITE!!”
    I choked back a laugh as Jake looked at me
with a smug look of satisfaction.
    He was so dumb.
    But then I remembered what I was there
for.
    “ Jake,” I asked, as least
suspiciously as possible. “What time did you go to bed last
night?”
    “ Oh man!” He informed me. “I was
so tired last night! I went to bed at like...eight
o’clock!”
    Carly would’ve been on Mt. Baker at midnight,
so there was no way Jake could’ve rescued her.
    “ Oh...Okay,” I told
him.
    “ Why’d you ask?” He asked
me.
    “ No reason.” I replied.
     
    I left his house ten minutes later, still no
closer to figuring out this mystery.
    Carly obviously hadn’t saved herself, nor had
Jake or I.
    The last person would be Darryl, but somehow I
didn’t imagine him getting up at midnight to swing to the top of a
mountain.
    So the mystery continued.
    I went over and over my theories in my head
until I got to my room.
    I sat down on my bed.
    My phone rang and I picked it up.
    “ Hello?” I asked.
    “ Hey Harrison! It’s Carly!” She
sounded nervous, as if someone was watching her. “I remembered
something else from last night.”
“What was it?” I asked, wondering where the conversation was
going.
    “ Just before I lost consciousness,
I felt a presence. Something that seemed to suck the light and
warmth out of everything.”
    “ WHAT!” I said loudly, shocked to
my core.
    “ It couldn’t be you,” She informed
me. “You radiate light and heat. But this person was devoid of
it.”
    I couldn’t respond. My dry throat made it hard
to talk.
    I had an idea who this mysterious person might
be.
    “ Do you have any clue as to who
this person might be?” Carly asked.
    “ Nope! Not a clue!”
    “ Alright I’ll keep
looking!”
    “ Oh and it wasn’t Jake either!” I
remembered. “He went to bed at the same time as me.”
    “ That’s weird.” Carly
said.
    “ Um. If you say so!” I told
her.
    “ Bye.” She cut the
call.
    “ Bye.” I spoke into the echoes of
our conversation.
    Talk about weird!
    There was only one person in the town who was
so completely devoid of light and warmth.
    But what would he gain by saving
Carly?
    Perhaps he likes her?
    What was his ulterior move in rescuing
Carly?
    I wish I knew what he wanted.
    Why the Shadow wanted to save Carly’s
life.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Jake
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    Why would Harrison want to know about my
sleeping habits?
    I wonder if he had considered the uselessness
and weirdness of his questions.
    I could expect that from Darryl, because
Darryl tells me multiple times that the amount of sleep you get is
crucial to how awake and focused your brain is and all that useless
information.
    But useless information from Harrison? What
happened to all the basketball scores and fights over whether
Michael Jordan was better than LeBron James?
    What happened to that?
    I walked upstairs to Jane’s room.
    But just as I was placing my hand on the
doorknob, I heard some giggling coming from inside.
    “I’m so happy I made it to the swimming
finals!” It wasn’t the voice of Rachel. It wasn’t squeaky enough.
So who was it?
    “I know right!” Came Jane’s voice, “It’s going
to be so awesome Miranda!”
    I bit back a gasp of shock.
    Miranda Boxer was a snobby fourteen-year-old,
who had repeated. I hated her so much because of what she did to
Jane and me.
    Before she repeated she had bullied me
consistently.
    After she repeated she took to 22ing Jane,
claiming