CHAPTER TWO: Who Am I?
Beca had a long, tiring day. She started her secret job at Residual Heat, a record company, where her job included getting coffee and chips for her coworkers, learning that Snoop Dogg himself would be showing up to record a Christmas album, for some odd reason, and the picture on her work card, while not exactly terrible, wasn't exactly what you would call a picture you'd want to hang up on your wall anytime in the future. Not only that, but she also discovered that the Bellas' tour had been cancelled because of Fat Amy's 'incident', and that they'd regain some form of respectability if they participated in The World's, an Acapella competition featuring groups from all around the world, which made Chloe panic and stress out even more than usual.
But the one thing that really kept Beca distracted all day was the dream she had the previous few nights. For some reason, all of her dreams revolved around that one day, where she was given somewhat of an explanation as to what she was. She was told about the abilities she had, but not about the one thing that kept tugging at her interest all these years: the truth about her parents.
For whatever reason, her Father kept that one bit about her a secret. So, as soon as she was done with work, she pulled out her phone, and texted her Father. "Hey. Can I come over? I want to talk." She sent the message, and waited for a response. Two minutes later, she got a response. "Sure. I'll make some coffee, and we can sit in the living room." She texted back, saying, "Sounds good. Be there in about 15 minutes."
She walked to his house, since it wasn't too far away, and she needed the exercise. When she got there, Dr. Mitchell was waiting at the door. When he saw her walking up the road, he opened the door, went up to her, and spoke to her. "Hey, Beca." He said. "Hi, Dad." She said, before she hugged him. After the hug, they went inside, sat at the table in the living room, and began to drink the coffee that Dr. Mitchell made. "So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked, as he stirred the sugar and cream that he had put into his coffee. Beca sighed, and said, "I want to know where I come from."
Hearing this made Dr. Mitchell swallow the sip of his coffee a little too hard, and he coughed afterwards. When he was done coughing, he looked at Beca. "Why do you ask?" He asked, clearly worried. "I've been having dreams lately. Actually, a dream. About the day where you told me what I am. And it's got me thinking more and more about how you never told me who my parents are, or where I come from." She said, looking at his face. "So, where do I come from? Where, and who, are my parents?" She asked.
Her Father set his cup of coffee down. "I always knew you'd be interested, and that one day you'd ask me those questions. Well, you have as much right to know as anyone else. Beca, your Mother was, well, she was a goddess, basically." He said. Beca's eyes raised. "Technically, now the people of her kind are called 'superheroes', or at least one of them is. You might have heard about him." He pulled a newspaper off the table, and handed it to Beca, pointing out the picture of the man on page one. Beca's eyes widened when she saw who it was. "Hancock. I'm like him?" She asked. Dr. Mitchell nodded his head. "But, who's my Mom?"
Dr. Mitchell got up. "Give me a second." He said, before going into his office. When he came out, he had a picture of a woman with blonde hair, fighting in World War II. He handed the picture to Beca, who examined it. "I can't pronounce her real name, but she calls herself 'Mary', nowadays." Dr. Mitchell said, before Beca set down the picture.
"What happened between you and her?" She asked. "Well, when you were a year old, she left. Our marriage wasn't working out, because she told me what she was, and I didn't understand. We argued often, which resulted in her wanting a divorce. That meant that one of us had to take care of you, and I won the custody battle. So, she left. You were too young to remember. And I still regret divorcing her, and not telling you the truth sooner. But I was afraid that you wouldn't see me as your Father anymore, because of…" He paused, biting his lip. "Because of Hancock?" Beca asked. Dr. Mitchell nodded his head.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he returned the gesture. "Thank you for finally telling me. And I will always see you as my Father, no matter what my people are like." She told him.
After a few more minutes of talking about what was currently going on in their lives, Beca left Dr. Mitchell's house. As she walked home, she saw a group of hoodlums jacking a car. She began to walk over, but stopped when she realized that she didn't have anything to cover her face, in case things went wrong, and they reported a woman with unbreakable skin to the police. So, she dialed 911, and waited until the police arrested the young men.
As she continued walked home, she thought to herself, "I can't just stand by and let jackasses be jackasses. I'm so tired of that happening. Someone needs to help, and, well, I think I'm more than capable for the job."
Author's Note: And there's Chapter Two! I guess that publishing may not be so inconsistent after all. By the way, if you're confused, Hancock is not Beca's father. Mary had Beca with Dr. Mitchell, and the rest you know. More will be explained in upcoming chapters. Anyway, you know what to do: read, review, and take care!