The Superhero's Powers (The Superhero's Son Book 4) by Lucas Flint Page A

fly and shoot lasers from your orbs. I mean eyes.”
    The Pokacu sounded frustrated with his own lack of mastery and expertise over the English language, but I just found it amazing that he could speak English at all. If I had the time, I would have tried to remember if the Pokacu were said to have been able to speak English or any other Earth language, but I decided instead to focus on speaking with this guy. Maybe I could reason with him to let me and Mom go or at least take us to the nearest ship and drop us off there.
    So I said, “Yes, I'm a superhero, but I—”
    Without warning, the Pokacu kicked me in the face. The blow scrambled my senses for a moment before they recovered, but the pain was so intense that it felt like my skull had cracked. I groaned in pain, while Mom said, “Kevin!”
    “Silence, female human,” said the Pokacu, looking up at Mom with the scariest glare I had seen on another living being's face before. “Or else I will dump you into the liquid that covers seventy percent of your planet's face. I mean surface.”
    Mom closed her mouth, which was good because I didn't want her to get hurt by this alien.
    Still, I worried that the Pokacu might try to harm her anyway, so I said, “Why did you kick me? I didn't even know you existed until today.”
    “Superheroes like yourself slaughtered my people,” said the Pokacu. He leaned down closer to me, causing some of that strange blue sweat to drip off his face onto my own, which was disgusting, but I couldn't do anything about it. “And I suspect that you and the female are thieves who stole our technology. My ship's sensors picked up this pod going through the ocean, so I intercepted its path and took it aboard.”
    “Thieves?” I said. “My mom and I are not thieves. We're actually running away from people who want to kill us.”
    A look of surprise seemed to appear on the Pokacu's face. “Running away? As in, fleeing? From who? Was it my fellow Pokacu? Has the Mother World sent reinforcements at long last?”
    The Pokacu actually sounded excited, but I had no idea what he meant by 'Mother World,' so I just said, “No. Other superheroes. Bad ones.”
    The Pokacu's excitement vanished, replaced instead by obvious anger. “All superheroes are bad. Mass murderers and killers. That's what you are.”
    “Listen, man, I don't know what you're talking about, because I've never committed mass murder,” I said. “So why don't you let me and my mom go? We're not your enemy. We don't want to harm you.”
    The Pokacu shook his head and stood up. “No. I have spent a long time evading notice of your world's governments. If I let you go, you will just tell your fellow humans about me and everyone will try to capture or kill me. No, you and the female will stay here as my prisoners.”
    “Prisoners?” I repeated. “Hey, we never agreed to this.”
    “Of course,” said the Pokacu. “If you had, you would not be prisoners.”
    “That's not what I—never mind,” I said. “What are you going to do to us, exactly, now that we are your prisoners? Are you just going to hold us down here in this escape pod forever?”
    “No,” said the Pokacu. He stood up and looked around. “This escape pod is in remarked—I mean remarkable—condition, despite it having been many clicks since the invasion. It may be able to help me return to the Mother World, though I will have to remove the unnecessary additions that the humans made to it first.”
    “You want to return to your home world?” I said. “Why?”
    “Because the Mother World needs to know about the status of the invasion,” the Pokacu said. “She needs to know that we require back up and that the invasion was a failure. I have tried in vain to contact her before, but due to being so deep underneath the water—I mean underwater—I have not been able to contact her.”
    I assumed that his use of female pronouns to refer to his home world was just an odd translation quirk, so I said, “What