My name is Mick Rory. You all call me the Sovereign of Singe, the Highness of Heat, the one and only Heatwave! Well, at least you did. Only today, people call me (unfortunately) Captain Cold.
All the superheroes are trading identities, so our leader Cold thought that we should too, for some reason. I traded places with him, and I got to wear his blue parka and use his cold gun. He meanwhile, got my heat gun. I also learned why Cold is always so slow. The parka weighs a metric ton and is unbearably hot. Even for me, the guy that sets things on fire for fun. No wonder he's so obsessed with cold things.
Anyway, today, me, him, and his hot sister were asked to do a job in the streets. Count Vertigo was transporting a load of drugs, and needed us to protect them. Apparently, some people wanted them too.
Vertigo was in the truck, and was driving along the street. The three of us were on motorcycles, following him. That's when the lightning came. I looked behind us, and at the end of the street were some of the people that wanted the drugs.
Mark Mardon, also called Weather Wizard, was flying in his own personal hurricane, chasing after us and the truck. Next to him, riding a green motorcycle, was Hartley Rathaway, the Pied Piper.
We stopped our motorcycles, and waited in the middle of the street for our competition. Wizard and Piper came to a stop, Mardon's hurricane dissipating as he came to a stop on the ground.
"We were hired to protect this cargo." Snart said.
Mardon laughed. "Funny. We were hired to steal this cargo. I guess that makes us enemies."
"Sadly for you brainless ignoramuses, you don't stand a chance against Mardon's powers and my intellect." Piper smirked. "You dullards don't stand a chance."
"Sis, protect the cargo!" Snart yelled. His sister started her motorcycle up again and went after the truck.
Mardon sneered. "Piper, go after the cargo. I'll handle Beach Weather and Colonel Creamsicle."
Oh, it was on! Rathaway hopped on his motorcycle and chased the truck, while Mardon clenched his fist, making storm clouds roll in. Soon, rain came down, and Mardon made a giant flood come down the street straight at us.
No one attacks Heatwave. "Come on!" I yelled. "Burn to ashes in hell, Wizard!" I aimed my gun and blasted the burst of water.
About half a second later, I remembered I was holding the cold gun. The cold beam hit the water, and I was hit in the face with a block of ice. It knocked me on the ground. Snart blasted my heat gun at him, but a gust of wind made it dissipate.
"I am god!" Mardon yelled. "You're two humans with fancy guns. You think you can defeat God?!"
"We don't have to." Snart growled. "We just have to keep God away from the cargo. Mick, let's go!"
I yelled to him, "Um, today, I'm Captain Cold, and I'm the boss today."
"MICK!"
"I'm listening to you because I want to, not because I have to." I got up and hopped on my motorcycle. Snart drove down the street and to the left, and since he's always the boss, I had to too. I felt the wind behind me, and knew Mardon was whipping up another hurricane to fly in.
The truck was turning down the port. Snart and I raced down, even seeing Snart's hot sister and Pied Piper fighting it out on the street. Then, the ground just opened up beneath us. There was a huge crack in the road, and I went flying off my motorcycle. I fell on the ground next to Snart.
"Okay, Mick." Snart growled. "We need to flank him. On three, get on-"
I had enough of his attitude. "I'm Captain Cold today, and that means I'm the boss!"
"Really, Mick? Now?!"
A fog rolled in over the street. Mardon clenched his fist, and thunder shook the ground. Snart and I rolled away from each other fast enough to avoid being struck by lightning.
"I am a god!" Mardon yelled, a forest fire beginning to erupt around him.
Snart growled, "Why the hell is God stealing drugs?!" A blast of fire shot at Mardon from Snart's gun, but a wall of mist formed around Mardon. It absorbed the fire, and Mardon walked out of it. A guest of wind threw Snart backwards and into a building. He crashed through the wall and landed on the top floor of some loser's house.
That was it. I was getting mad. I charged in, blasting Mardon with the cold gun. He effortlessly made fires erupt from the ground to defend himself. The mist around me started to freeze into ice shards whenever I shot the cold gun, and that's when I got the idea.
Snart limped out of the house he fell through, a hand on his bleeding forehead.
"Snart, I have an idea!" I yelled, keeping Mardon busy with cold blasts.
Snart looked at me confused. "Since when do you get ideas?!"
"Just aim your gun at that tree and wait for my signal!" I pointed to a tree behind us.
"Why?"
"I'm the leader!"
Snart sighed and pointed the gun at the tree. I ran backwards so that Mardon would chase me. He did. The fog in the air followed him, growing so thick that I almost couldn't see, and a hurricane formed around him, lifting him into the air.
It was my moment! I blasted my cold gun at him, a giant wave of blue fire engulfing him. The cold made the air droplets in the fog freeze up, and wrapped around the hurricane. When the fog disappeared, I was staring at a huge, hurricane-shaped block of ice in the middle of the street, a furious Mardon frozen inside.
"Do it now, Snart!" I yelled. Snart blasted the heat gun at the base of the tree, making it topple over right on top of the ice block and Mardon. The ice smashed, water spilling everywhere and Mardon sliding across the street, landing unconscious on the sidewalk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Snart's hot sister dragging the Piper's unconscious body.
"Wow." Snart said. "That was actually a pretty good idea."
I glared, "Thanks. Does that mean I can be the leader?"
"No, I'm still the leader. But... good job, Mick."
