Chapter Eleven: Mary

The next day, Beca, after she had finished packing, went downstairs, and prepared to say goodbye to her friends. "See you guys later. I'll be back by Friday." She said, before walking out the door, and taking a cab to the airport where Hancock would be meeting her.

When she arrived at the place where she was told to meet Hancock, which was an abandoned building on the deserted side of town, she saw the superhero waiting for her outside of said building, sitting on a bench. When he saw her walking toward him, he stood up, and greeted her. "You ready to fly?" He asked. "Hell yeah." She responded, slinging her backpack on, and preparing for takeoff.

The two jumped into the sky, and flew nonstop, for at least four hours, until, finally, they arrived in Los Angeles. When they flew down to an area that they made sure no one was around, Hancock took a deep breath, and sighed with relief. "Haven't smelled the air here since at least seven years ago." He said to a confused Beca, who smiled at him.

Beca took a bus to where Hancock said that Mary and her husband, Ray, lived. Hancock flew there, but Beca, not wanting anyone else to figure out that she was Thunderbird, especially if she was flying without her costume, took a bus to the house.

When she arrived, she found that her Mother lived in a nice neighborhood, where kids played outside, the neighbors were politely conversing on their patios, and that Hancock was already there, sitting on Mary's front step.

"What took you so long?" He asked, sarcastically. "I had to take the bus. That's what." Beca retorted, making Hancock smile. Then, the superhero stood up, and knocked on the door.

Beca waited with a bated breath. "This is it. I'm finally gonna see my Mother again, after all these years." She thought to herself. Then, the door opened, and a woman, blonde-haired, probably in her late thirties, stood in the doorway, her eyes raised.

"Oh. Hi." She said. "Hey, Mary." Hancock responded. "Who's the girl?" Mary asked. "Could we come in? We all need to talk." Hancock asked, looking back and forth at both Mary and Beca. After a long silence, Mary opened her mouth, and said, "Okay."

Beca and Hancock walked into the home. It was as nice on the inside as it was on the outside, with a clean dining room, a living room with a couch and wide-screen TV, and a staircase leading to the upstairs.

"Where are Aaron and Ray?" Hancock asked. "Ray's at a meeting, and Aaron's hanging out with his friends." Mary replied. "You guys can sit on the couch, you know." She continued.

Hancock and Beca sat down on the couch. Mary sat on a chair. "So, what's up? Who's the girl?" She asked. Beca sighed deeply, and said, as quickly as possible, "I'm Beca Mitchell. The daughter of Brian Mitchell. Your daughter."

Mary's heart sank, and she closed her eyes. "Oh. Is he… how is Brian?" She asked. "He's okay." Beca responded to Mary. "Has he told you what you are, yet?" Mary continued with her questions. Beca nodded. "Have you heard the name 'Thunderbird' in the news, recently?" She asked. "I knew it." Mary said, opening her eyes, which now had tears in them, and smiling.

"I have so many questions, Mom." Beca said. "I know you do, Beca." Mary said, the tears running down her face. "Why did you leave? And I want the real reason, not what Dad told me."

Mary sighed, and spoke. "What did he tell you?" Beca looked into Mary's eyes, and said, "That he didn't understand what we are. That he was intimidated by the fact that he wasn't like Hancock." Mary chuckled. "That part was true. And the part about him not understanding what we are was also true. But I didn't leave because of that. I left because I wanted to tell you what you were, but your Father didn't want you to know about it. He wanted you to lead something similar to a normal life. We fought a lot, and we couldn't agree on how to raise you."

She looked down at the ground, and then back at Beca. "When did you find out?" She asked. "When I was nine." Beca responded, her mind immediately going back to the day that Mira attempted to slap her in the face, and instead ended up breaking her arm.

"What exactly are we?" Beca asked. "We're Gods, Beca. Angels, superheroes. Different cultures call us by different names. But the point is, we go back thousands and thousands of years. We've been around since the dawn of time. There used to be more of us." Mary responded. "What happened to them?" Beca continued asking questions. "They died."

"Wait a minute, you told me it was just the two of us!" Hancock interrupted. Mary then realized what she had told Hancock in the past, and understood her mistake. "Mary, did you lie to me?" Hancock asked Mary, who sat on the couch with her mouth wide open, unable to speak. "Did. You. Lie?" He asked, slowly.

Mary pursed her lips, and remained silent for a few moments, until she opened her mouth, and said, "No." Hancock's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean 'no'?" He asked. "When I left, I wasn't sure if Beca was superpowered or not. Sometimes, when a person like us mates with a mortal, the offspring doesn't always have the powers we have." Mary responded.

"Well, I got lucky. I have all of Hancock's powers, except for one of them: I can slow down time, but only for a little while. That, and I'm going to eventually stop aging. What's that about?" She asked. "Unless we're together for too long, our powers begin to fade away, and we start to become mortal. And, on the time-stopping power, all females of our kind get a special power. I guess that's yours."

"How did the others die?" Beca asked. Mary breathed in. She didn't like to think about what had happened to the rest of her kind, but the time had come for her to remember what had happened. "We had all stayed together for too long. Our powers died out, and made us mortal. The village we lived in was attacked by soldiers, and we weren't strong enough to fight them. The others were killed, easily. Only he and I escaped." She said, pointing at Hancock, who was visibly shocked.

"Now you know pretty much everything. Is there anything else on your mind?" Mary asked, looking down at the ground. Hancock shook his head, and Beca said, "No. That's all I wanted to know. Thank you for telling me. And Hancock, thank you for coming with me."

Then, at that moment, Beca heard her phone ding. She took it from her pocket, and saw a message from Emily. "Have you seen the news? Channel Five. If you're near a TV, turn it on."

"Can I turn on the TV? It's urgent." Beca asked Mary. "Go ahead." She responded. Beca grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and changed the channel to Channel Five, where a reporter was standing in front of a prison. Brandwell Facility, in Georgia. "According to Warden Williams, Thomas 'Tom' Matthews, now calling himself 'the Anarchist', escaped from Brandwell roughly three hours ago, along with seventeen other prisoners."

Author's Note: And there's Chapter Eleven! Sorry for the long wait, I've been kinda lazy, but I promise to update more often in the coming days! Shit's gonna go down, especially in the next chapter! Anyway, thank you all for reading, leave a review, and, as always, take care, and I'll see you next time!