Word girl was having a bad day. The weight of being a single mother was getting to her. First her child was expelled from school for fighting; next her car was towed, then she had to leave work again to save the town form her rouge gallery of villains.
As she walked home with her son in hand, she had a large scowl on her face. She looked at her son, he just looked down. "Why, where you fighting this time?" she asked. The boy looked up at his mother, "the other kids made fun of me because my dad's in jail." Becky let out a heavy sigh.
Her son was so much like his father the infamous Toby Macalister. "Toby Macalister, jr," the enraged mother yelled her hands on her hips, "you can't keep doing this." This was the third time this year he got in trouble.
She was at her wits end. She was only 18 when she got pregnant. Her family all but disowned her and toby mother called her everything but a lady. Toby was in jail because he tried the straight and narrow but it didn't work out.
Becky's' life was not how she planed it, her husband's in jail, she had a delinquent son, and she lived in a rat trap apartment. Becky was always angry these days. "Can't you stay out of trouble? " She asked hoping her son would at least try for her. "Yes mom.'' The youth replied not looking at her.
"No I mean it this time Toby." Becky stopped and looked down at her sons face. "I can try to get you back in school but you have to work at this," Toby still didn't look at her. "Or you'll end up like your father."
The young Macalister had his mother's powers and his father's attitude. She grabbed hold of his hand and continued down the street. Meanwhile in Fair city maximum security prison… Toby Macalister sat in his cell made of bullet proof Plexiglas. He was reading a book called the perfect cocktail.
"Well Toby it's been five months and your still in your cell." The warden remarked with a smug look on his face. "That's a new record, I told you we're prepared for you this time." Toby's cell was a glass cube set in steel reinforced concrete.
He wasn't allowed anything he could use to escape. When he left his cell it was checked twice. If he got too close to the glass he was sprayed with knock out gas. "You should be so happy." Toby said not looking up from his book. "Is there a reason why you're here?" "Yes, your wife's here." "Oh, goody" Toby said with a roll of his eyes. "Good to see you too." Stated Becky as she walked up, the look on her face a death glare with her permanent scowl.
Becky always visited her husband, as much she hated to say it she still loved him. "How's my girl today," Toby said in a playful sarcastic voice. He enjoyed playing with people's emotions, His wife's in particular. "Don't you ever get tired of being an evil little prick?" Becky snapped. "Honestly no I don't, it's too much fun." Toby added with a wicked chuckle. "It's no wonder our son's the way he is." Becky let out a sigh.
"Wait, what's wrong with our son," toby spoke up moving for the glass than stepping back remembering the gas waiting for him. "What's wrong with my boy?" One thing you have to give the crazy maniac he loved his son. "He's fighting again." "Ah, I love that boy he's a chip off the ol' block." Toby added sitting back in his seat.
"Damn it toby, that's what's wrong with him now, you don't give a dam." Becky yelled. Her super powered voice cracked the glass. Toby shot back up meeting her glare with his own "don't screw with me I'm crazy," look. "Get one thing straight woman," Toby said being as intimidating as he could without getting too close to the glass. "I Love my son."
"You sure as hell don't act like it." Becky's voice got louder as she began to levitate off the ground. The star on her chest began to glow. "What are you going to do word witch?" Toby balled his fist and took a fighting stance.
Toby learned to fight in high school, when they started sending him to jail instead of giving him to his mother. He knew he couldn't win but he had a couple tricks up his sleeve. "Go head word up right here." Becky just lowered her head then turned and left. "Hump, that's what I thought." Toby sneered.
"How come I can't see dad?" the younger Toby asked "Because your dad's a sadistic asshole." Becky replied. As she walked on with her son in hand a strange man in a suite came up to her. Hello, Becky Macalister, or do you prefer Botsford?" He asked.
"Mrs., Macalister will do." She replied holding her son behind her. "Don't worry I'm here to help," he pulled out a badge that red O.S.I. "I'm with a secret intelligence agency, my name is agent Howe." Becky looked him up and down before asking "what do you want with me?"
"To hire you Mrs., Macalister, we have need of some one with your powers." Howe replied coolly. Beckys look turned to one of surprise. "I don't know what you're talking about" "I'm talkinng about a team I'm putting together, when you're interested give me a call."
He slipped her his card and turned to leave. "Oh, yeah here." He tossed her the keys to her car." We got it out the impound lot for you." "Wait, how did you know about my car, how do you know about me?" "I work for the government, we've been watching you since you came to earth." As Howe walked off Becky was left to wonder what the hell.