Superpower AU
Chapter 1
Beca was helplessly in love.
No, as a matter of fact, that was probably an understatement. The amount of love possible within her heart is beyond definable. She had tried numerous times to push her feelings away, to claw at the useless memories but failed, with no avail. Chloe will never be hers and there is nothing she can do about it.
So she does what she always does. She sits at the corner of the club, quietly sipping her drink. While staring blankly at Chloe with a dazed smirk, knowing that the echoes of the bellas' laugh and her smiling features will be the last thing on her mind before she goes to sleep; and the first thing that pops up when she awakes.
The image of the tall, stronger man who has his lips leeched onto Chloe and sucking the plain air out of the girl as well. Tom will be engraved into his hypothalamus, refusing to leave, never leaving. Not as a memory, but merely as an evil, inescapable spell, a reminder that Chloe will never love her.
Morning has come.
"I am simply suggesting that you stop goofing around and get some actual work done, our next competition is less than 3 days away and you need to stop that over our last competition.
Emily's words came out cold and heartless against Beca's drumming ears, She quickly snakes a look at the clock. It's 2:35 pm in the afternoon. Groaning, She rolled over to her other side and tried to ignore her.
"Get up lazy ass, I don't have time for this." Emily screeched once again.
"Okay okay! I'm up, I'm up. Where are the others?" Beca outstretched her arms, rubbing over her eyes tiredly as she stifles a yawn; all the while falling back into the covers.
Emily rolled her eyes as she stuffed some bread into her mouth. "I don't really know, the rest of the world woke up six hours ago, what would Stacie and Amy be doing at this point on?"
"I'm assuming they're already out to practice then." Beca shrugged as she took a swig of strawberry milk.
Emily made an ick face, "No shit bad(ass)ice."
Beca frowned at the nickname, her power may be frost, but she would like to think that she's the warmest person of their group. Leaving the frost title to Emily would be more inappropriate.
"Whatever, listen I'm heading down now."
Emily snorted, "Well that's a surprise."
The rehearsal equipments is drastically different compared to the last time Beca's been here. She takes out her phone and tries to scroll through the calendar, how long has it been since she actually stepped foot in and trained instead of, drooling over Chloe?
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a very excited and scary looking Amy which was not a good combination.
"Shorty where have you been? Haven't seen you around in ages, medicine treating you well?"
the Dj frowned, medicine? What medicine?
"Amy shut up! She doesn't know yet." Another voice emerged from the shadows; Beca naturally assumed that it was probably Stacie.
Amy giggled, her excitedness seeping through as she pounced back and forth. Kicking down plastic microphones and rolling towards the other side of the room.
Beca raised her eyebrows; do I really want to know?
Stacie pulled out a small packet of white substance, shoving it all up in Beca's face and laughing. "Calming the nerves baby! Best possible medicine around, can't get better than this. Makes you feel so amazingly lightheaded and free, with her by our side, the other fucking group won't know what hit them."
Of course, what Stacie pulled out was no other than, hormone overdose drugs.
Beca looked appalled, although deep inside, she wasn't surprised at all. She really didn't care to be quite honest; if her groupmates wanted to get fucked up before a big competition by the so-called "Trebles" and get kicked off the group, so be it. It's a good thing that she's not emotionally attached to anyone on her group so that no feelings will spring up if anyone did get kicked off.
So all she said was, "Does Tom know?"
Stacie laughed, a warm laugh that resonated the place, bouncing off the walls. "Hell to the no bro, if he knew, we'd be fucked up. That guy is so uptight about every little thing, such a little piece of pussy shit. He'd get all caught up in the technicality issues and the legal issues and what not. I don't even understand how he made it to be Chloe's. He's no better than the other group's prissy leader."
Beca chuckled lowly, Stacie was such an idiot. Jesse may look small, but his strength and powers are not to be joked around with. Considering that he beholds the power to possibly blow up this whole entire planet.
"Hey I know that we all underestimate Bumper because he's short and all, but give the patch-kid some credit, their group always manages to kick our asses at everything."
And when Stacie glared at Beca, she took a step back and shot up her arms defensively. "I'm just saying, maybe we should focus on rehearsals harder instead of getting high on those shit."
Stacie snorted, "Well, they're not going to be beating us much longer, their new leader is such a weakling. I heard that his powers are water and the ability to make waves flow. We're gonna beat them in no time. Besides, he only became leader because Bumper apparently has a soft side for his pathetic little fucks."
Beca nearly dropped the entire bag of white substance on his shoe when she heard the words that came out of Stacie's mouth. "Wait, did you say that he is Bumper's little fuck?"
Stacie glanced dazedly at Beca. She didn't really know if Beca had an angry or concerned expression on her face, so she merely muttered "Yeah,"
Beca ran faster when Cynthia unleashes her wind, all the way downstairs.
Aubrey's office was always dark, 'the way of being productive' as Aubrey called it. Despite the fact that Amy assumes she's probably just locked up in her office all day listening to rock songs, no one disturbs her anyways.
As Beca made her way downstairs, she jumped over the low gate and glanced around. Old, ripped posters of 80/90 American rock bands with tattoo designs and heavy metal band equipment hung up all around the walls, rock music resonating through the heavy bass speakers to the right side of the tiny office. Aubrey nowhere to be found.
She sighed, why is Aubrey's office located almost 10 stories below the studio and better yet, how is this environment even properly equipped to be an office? Beca was starting to think that maybe Stacie was right, Aubrey was a terrible leader. She may not be "prissy ass pussy shit" as Stacie had described. But she definitely does not fit to be the role of 'leader', considering that she never even 'leaded' lucidly.
Shuffling noises echoed from the left side of the small office, as Beca stepped towards it, she suddenly remembered why Aubrey was the leader.
That arrogant bitch had a stare that could literally melt every single glacier that Beca had formed for fun back in her hometown, all 100,000 of them.
The element of Aubrey's stare that was terrifying, or as some observers called it, mesmerizing; was that it never failed to pierce through your soul. Aubrey had the power to literally beat all of the trebles with her heart-piercing gaze. It's both terrifying and agonizing to stare at, especially when Aubrey feels like transforming into her other form privately and those dark green scales rise up in her chest. Even if she never shows it in public, Beca had seen it enough times to know that the simplest of gestures can make his alter-ego arise.
"What do you want." The dry crackling screams that was initially suppose to be Aubrey's voice wrenched its way to the brunette's ears. She cringed, talking to Aubrey when she's like this is possibly the worst punishment ever for your inner cochlea.
"Whens the next time that you gotta go to one of those stupid trebles convention meetings? Is it soon?"
Aubrey's golden eyes narrowed into slits as she brushed at her tail with sharp claws. "Why do you ask? You know that no one is allowed to go with me."
"Yes, I know that." Beca started as she look down, was she really going to give up on something this easily? No she couldn't, she had to at least try. "But that's not the point, the point is that you're taking me, and I'm not taking no for an answer."
Aubrey strolled to the other side of the room, deep in thought. Beca was actually quite composed and silent most of the time, there must be a good reason why she would want to go so badly. Besides, she is the only member on their group that hasn't cracked under Aubrey in the past or spilled any secretive information, this was the perfect chance. And Aubrey wasn't going to let it slip.
"Yes is your answer, meet me here at 10."
And with that, Aubrey vanished into thin smoke and an open glaze of fire. Leaving little cracks of heat dancing on Beca's cheeks. Reminding her of the warm, tingly feeling on her skin whenever Chloe was around.
The 8 hours of waiting was absolutely agonizing for Beca. When the time finally rolled around, she found herself to be extremely apprehensive and giddy. Or maybe, just a mixture of both.
Aubrey had transformed back to her human self before they exited the studio garage. Knowing her, Beca estimates that it probably took her about 3 hours to just calm down and get herself composed before heading out to the general public.
The drove silently in the car. Aubrey's shiny black f430 Ferrari leading its way through the dark night, zooming across the city escape. Beca slouched down further into her hoodie and stared outside, with absolutely no thoughts in her mind except images of bubbly Chloe's smiling face and angelic laugh.
"I know that saying this is pretty much useless since you probably already know but, Chloe has Tom."
Beca torn her face away from the city lights and stared at Aubrey, "What's your point?"
Aubrey snorted, a puff of smoke coming out of her nostril as she leaned back into her seat. "All I'm saying is that you'll have better luck chasing after Emily, even if Cynthia has her tied up in a dreadful headlock."
Beca winced, Cynthia's protectiveness of Emily has been the talk of the fight between the group trebles and bellas ever since they came out last spring. Two rivals being in a secretive relationship, well, not anymore. Wasn't exactly rare since most of the guys on the other team probably just need a good fuck after so much sexual tension. But Emily and Cynthia's case was special; so special to a point that it shall only be bought up when the right circumstances arise.
"You really think I got no chance?" She muttered quietly.
Aubrey snorted again, "I never said that, but I do praise you for your continuous efforts. Someone on this team bound to figure out why you've been so depressed lately."
Beca just gawked at Aubrey. She mentally told herself to make a list after she gets back to the studio of reasons why Aubrey fits to be leader for future references, and how she might as well just steal Cynthia's power since she seems to be telepathic.
Ten minutes has passed, and they're still driving; until a shocking realization came to Beca.
"Wait, how do you know about Chloe and me?"
Aubrey shrugged. "Wasn't too hard to figure out, power attraction I guess. They say that if your powers are similar to someone else's, you'll probably be attracted to them right away with no ability to fight back. If your powers are exceptionally strong, the attraction will just be exceptionally strong. That's why you're such a valid member of our group, Beca."
Beca felt a warm feeling fill up in her chest, even if her power is frost. Aubrey had praised her for the first time in years. And it made sense she supposed, her and Chloe.
"Her power is water, and yours is frost. An almost perfect combination." Aubrey quipped.
Beca snapped out of her thoughts and glared at Aubrey, "Dude, you gotta stop reading my mind, quit pulling like Emily."
Aubrey smirked, "At least I'm not as annoying."
They drove another 5 minutes in silence.
"How strong is it?" Aubrey whispered.
Beca cranked her neck back to the blonde's face, "Come again?"
Aubrey cleared her throat. "I mean like, how strong is this attraction to Chloe? Seems pretty serious."
Beca wracked her brain for thoughts, "I'm not sure." She started, "It started 2 months ago at our last competition, I was on the sidelines getting ready to go against Cynthia when Chloe stepped out with Tom. I had never seen her before and she was just so delicate, and just a pure in my eyes. I kind of stalked her at the aca-initiation night over the past few weeks, and yeah it's pretty strong I would say, she's all that's in my mind."
Aubrey stared straight ahead, the deadening silence filling up the car again.
"Would you say that it's love?"
Beca looked away again, a slight blush was forming on her cheeks. "I-I don't know, I mean I like her and all, but I hardly think I understand what love means, and liking her in general is pretty dangerous to begin with since she's with Tom. So no, I don't think I love her."
Aubrey simply nodded, and continued driving without a word.
Beca gazed out the window, serious thoughts running through her mind. Do I love Chloe? Was I even capable of loving someone? After all these years of joining the fight with the other group, love was the last thing anyone needed. Some people say that love can be experienced after having a good fuck or what not; but gang members and porn stars fling themselves at the group members all the time. Love after a good fuck was just out of the question. So no, I decided that I'm not in love with her. At least, not yet.
But the important question is, will Chloe be at the leader's meeting? Or is Tom just using her as an object of his affection like Stacie said? Did Tom truly give up his position to Chloe? All for love?
The leader's meeting is just as boring as all the previous meetings Aubrey has been to. She sits in the front row. Right across from the trebles team leaders, with Justin standing in the middle of the auditorium, shushing everyone for the meeting to begin.
Beca squirmed beside Aubrey, her peripheral vision focused right on Chloe. Sitting directly across from her across the large auditorium floor, wearing gorgeous dress and with Tom by her side. Beca's fists tightened at the thought.
"Welcome, welcome! All leaders, friends, and groups enthusiasts! Thank you for joining us today." Justin roared into the microphone.
Rambunctious applause echoed throughout the room.
"Our next international competition is less than 3 days away. And this time, it's going to be a fight that will make history!" Justin shouted. Even more enthusiastically, if possible.
"We have our friends from over 45 different planets join us today for this meeting. In order for us to accommodate everyone, this meeting will span over the course of the next 5 hours. Yes, it will end at approximately 5am, and you're all expected to be here once again in less than 48 hours for the actual competition, are you readddddyyyyy?"
More applause.
Beca wrinkled her nose in disgust, what kind of a leader's meeting is this; She snuck a look at Aubrey.
Aubrey however, stared straight ahead, not a single bit of movement or emotion.
"I'm going to the restroom," Beca muttered.
The leader's meeting ended around 5am as promised. Beca was feeling so sleepy and tired that she literally fell into Aubrey's arms when they started walking back to the car. Aubrey, being the cold-hearted, stoned person she is; suggested that Beca wash her face with ice water so she can at least make the trip home without falling all over Aubrey's lap.
Beca mumbled "Selfish-bastard" before she made her way to the restroom for the second time of that evening.
When she first stepped in, she was so concentrated on washing her face and getting the fuck out of this boring building that she didn't notice another woman, hovering over the toilet. Possibly puking her guts out.
When she did notice, however, she tried to make a dash for the door, but it was too late.
Chloe was now standing in front of her, looking at her curiously with some left over vomit still staining her lips.
Beca gulped.
Aubrey crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against her car in the cold night air. Where the fuck was Beca? How long does it take to wash a fucking face for god sakes?
She waited for another 20 minutes before she really started to get impatient, What the hell is that idiot doing in the washroom? She better not be doing sexual stuffs.
Aubrey seriously considered just driving off and ditching her teammate when a loud explosion discharged about 50 meters from where she was standing.
She sharply turned around, cocking her head above the tall trees that was now beginning to fall down, bursting into flames. Aubrey quickly jumped over the large trees with her arms, almost falling as her wings were comforted behind her long sleeve shirt. She jogged up closer to the explosion and looked around.
A girl, or maybe a woman. Only a little bit shorter than her, walked out from a pile of smoke and crackling fire bits, face only meters away from Aubrey's.
Her eyes were on fire.