Young Billy Batson desperately raced his way to the park. He darted along the roadside passing people as he made his way there. He raced across the busy road just missing several cars.
He reached the parks entrance and sprinted down the path until he reached the old decrepit part. The swings and see-saws were rotten. He checked carefully to see if he was alone and out of sight. When he was certain, he looked up into the sky and razed his hand, stretching up to the sky.
“SHAZAM!”
Billy Shouted into the sky. The white clouds above combined together and turned a slight grey. The park swings began to shake from side to side violently. From out the dim clouds a lightening bolt shot down and struck the young boy.
Billy was gone…the boy had become a man. Captain Marvel arose from the ground, he held his hand in front of his eyes and clenched fist tight.
“No time to wait” he said to himself. His feet dragged up from the ground and he floated just above the floor slightly. He lowered his hand and darted up into the sky.
Captain Marvel shot though the clouds above. The birds that flew in his path scattered as he past them at supersonic speed. He lowered himself below the clouds and paused for a moment searching for something. He eyes then fixed on something, a radio stations mast. He darted towards it.
He landed in the woods near the radio station. He checked to see if he was alone first, then softly whispered "Shazam". From out the sky a lightening bolt stuck Captain Marvel and from out the grey smoke Billy appeared once more. He ran inside the station and up the stairs but was stopped by a man’s voices.
“What are you doing to me here Billy? Your ten minutes late.” He asked angerly.
Billy turned and saw a untidy man an in a suit in his late 20’s holding a coffee mug in one hand and sheets of paper clipped to a board in another. It was WHIZ radio’s mogul Sterling Morris.
“Well you see Mr Morris, there was a bank robbery and…” Billy was abruptly stopped.
“And what does this have to do with you, what could you have done? He breathed in and shook his head. “Look Billy, heres tonights bulletins you’ve got to fit 20 mintutes of news in 10." He handed Billy the board with the papers and sipped his tea. “Well go!” he ordered.
“And that’s all for tonight thanks for listening” Billy finished up the news bullets on the radio. Morris tapped on the plastic between the studio and the hallway and opened the door as Billy turned off the microphone.
“Billy since you were late, you can lock up tonight” He yawed. “Make sure you’re here on time tomorrow.” Before Billy could answer he had gone.
Billy looked at his watch it was almost 9.30, by the time he finished it was 11:00. He set the stations alarm and locked the door.
Seconds after leaving it begun to rain “Oh, great” Billy muttered to himself. As he made his way down the street three large thugs jumped Billy. They dragged him down the nearby alley one pushed him against the wall the other put a knife to his throat, while the third smiling lent against the wall.
The third thug, who seemed older than the others, perhaps that meant he had more experience spoke “Look kid, you’ve got two choices, you can give us the key to the radio station or we can take it from you.”
“How about no to both!” The older man nodded to one that held Billy against the wall, he then punched Billy in the stomach.
“Look kid…what the hell, Carl just get the keys.” Billy struggled franticly, and then it came to him.
“SHAZ...” the older brute punched Billy straight in the face and he went out cold, and then stole the keys from his pocket. The three thugs left Billy lying in a puddle on the floor. The blood from his lip, washed away by the pouring rain.
And I don't want to disrupt that.
