You are Madam Witch (Maria Storm), a thirty five year old woman, with long, flowing brown hair and bright hazel, almost yellow eyes. Physically, you are near perfection with a figure that models would kill for and strong attributes. You were a legend among super heroines with the ability to manipulate magic. Your only weakness, you could never work potions as you were allergic to even the most basic of ingredients. Your mother, a witch of an unknown coven, disapproved of your heroic activities and constantly tried to convince you to 'disappear'.
Twelve years ago, you faced the the most notorious villain ever, he called himself Scilock. This super villain was a mad genius with an inert talent for magic, he used high tech gadgetry and magical artifacts to steal money and magical items to increase both his wealth and power. Only the more he obtained, the more he wanted. You and Scilock had crossed swords a number of times, each ending in a stalemate. He always managed to escape justice and you always managed to stop him from obtaining his goal. With each encounter over next two years, the dialog between the two of you became more intimate. Unknown to you, it was Scilock's way of manipulating women but, unknown to him, he was actually falling in love with you.
Then, tragedy struck, forcing you and him to work together. A massive, man made storm from an unknown super villain threatened the entire city. You convinced Scilock, who had secretly fallen for you, to help save the city. Together, with your combined talents, found and deactivated the weather machine responsible for the storm. However, the machine was detonated before either of you could get out of range. Those who knew you, mourned their loss. Few mourned over Scilock, though they knew, in his final hours, he turned good. Unknown to the world at large, you and Scilock both survived, though you were badly injured. He slowly nursed you back to health and the two of you married shortly after, leaving the world to believe you were both dead.
Ten years later, you, Maria Strong, and your husband, Max, returned home from a night out to discover that your home had been ransacked. Stephanie, the teenage girl you had hired to watch over your nine year old daughter, Megan was unconscious on the floor and the door to Megan's bedroom had been ripped off its hinges. Fearing the worst, you ran for Megan's room while Max tended to the baby sitter.
"Megan!?" you called, rushing into her room. "Honey, are you in here!?"
No answer came but you found a note on her bed, held there by a knife, trusted into the mattress. It read...
'Scilock... If you wish to ever see your daughter alive again you will return to us and reclaim your proper place in the Council of Chaos.... You have seven days to comply or your daughter will face our wrath.'
"The Council of Chaos?" you muttered. "Max never mentioned this to me."
You took the note and marched downstairs to the living room where Max was giving Stephanie an ice pack her her head and roughly pulled him out of ear shot before handing him the note.
"Would you care to explain this?" you whispered, angrily. "You never told me you were a member of this group!"
Max read the note and turned red with anger himself. "I never was a member." he whispered back. "My father was and he was a bitter enemy of your mother, they just assumed that I would take my father's place but I was more of a solo act and refused them."
Hearing this caused you to turn pale, now understanding your mothers protests against you marrying Max. You still loved him with all of your heart and you were not about to let him face this alone.
"Take care of Stephanie, Maria." he said suddenly. "I'll be in the basement."
"Oh no you don't, Max!" you whispered, stopping him. "Megan is my daughter!"
"And you are my wife!" Max fired back. "I can not, will not allow you to place yourself into danger, this is my hunt!"
With that, he pushed passed you and ran for the basement stairs, to entrance of his secret lair. You sighed, shaking your head and walked over to Stephanie. Twenty minutes later, Stephanie was well paid and sent home, magically influenced to believe that she, you, and Max had made their reports to the police. Once she was gone, you moved down stairs to find Max. Only you discovered that his old costume was missing from its display, along with a large number of his new gadgets and magical items.
"Oh, God!" you thought. "He's gone after them!" you started to shiver. "We've been out of practice for ten years, he won't stand a chance unless I can get some help!"
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