Hey guys, I am a proud Pitch Perfect supporter and horror movie lover so I loved this idea for a story. This isn't my first writing endeavor but my first time posting on FanFiction. Anyway, I hope you like it.
The house phone rings in the kitchen. Beca wakes from her slumber with a groan. It is far too early for her to be awake. Her eyes will barely open. She turns to her side and looks at her clock, 7:00 am. Yes defiantly too early. The ringing is persistent. She pulls her pillow over her ears hoping it will drown out the sound but when I doesn't she decides to shut up whoever is calling at this ungodly hour.
"Hello?" Beca grumbled barley audible
"Is this Rebeca Mithcell?" The voice on the other end of the line asked.
"Yeah, who are you?" Beca's attitude as harsh as ever
"My identity is not important, but you will want what I have to offer."
All Beca could desifer from the voice is that it was male, but not one shes heard before. "What is the offer?" Beca asked still keeping her guard up.
"I can make all your problems go away. You're debts, youre enemies, and the warrant for your arrest." Beca was speechless. She didn't understand how someone she has never met before, to her knowledge, knew all of her secrets.
"Hello, Ms Mitchell." Beca snapped out of her state of shock.
"Yes, yes I'm here." Beca said taking a seat at her breakfast table that was placed near the old wall phone.
"Like I said Ms. Mitchell, I can help you. I am having a dinner party at my house on Friday night. If you attend we can get your life back on track." The man on the other line said; his voice emotionless but far from harsh.
"Why…why are you doing this for me?"
No one has ever cared enough about Beca to try to help her or do anything for her period. She didn't know how to respond to such kindness.
"Ms Mitchell, I do things of this nature for people who haven't gotten a fair shake in life. For people who don't deserve the type of life they live."
His voice became softer and earnest. Beca believed he meant what he said.
"What is your address?" Beca asked.
"Great. I'm so glad you will be attending. The address is 26 Timber Drive. Dinner starts at seven be there for refreshments and introductions at six thirty. See you then."
And with that the line went dead. Beca couldn't believe what just happened. Yesterday Beca spent the last of her saving on this months rent and ate her last TV dinner. And now she gets a random call at seven in the morning telling her all this can be fixed. She didn't know if it was true but anything is better than what she has now. Also it's a free meal and she can't afford to pass up anything free nowadays. Beca placed the phone back on the receiver. She looked around her tiny, dated apartment. The floors haven't been updated since the seventies and have a visible layer of dirty covering them. She has only two sources of natural light in her apartment, two windows. One of them was broken early and was never fixed so it is bordered up. The other has a set of shambled blinds covering it. She has a small fridge in which the freezer no longer keeps cold. An oven that is used as closet, and a microwave that requires a light punch to kick on. She bedroom adjacent to the kitchen/ dinning area is barely large enough for her full size bed. She closed her eyes. How'd did she get here? She's better than this, or she thought she was. She doesn't want to live in a cheap, sleazy apartment that has a constant soundtrack of gunshots and shouting. But this wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the fear, the paranoia. The paralyzing thought that one-day her past will catch up to her. But in the back of her mind she knew it would.
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Chloe wakes up to the sound of her sister coughing up blood in bathroom next to her room. Chloe's sister has a rare cancer that is difficult and very expensive to cure. Chloe has been looking for second and third jobs but hasn't had any luck. They can barely live off her salary from her waitressing job at the local diner, let alone support the medical bills that keep piling up.
Chloe gets out of bed and goes to check on her sister. Katie is standing over the sink splashing her face with water. When she wipes the water of her face and looks in the mirror she turns to face Chloe.
"Did I wake you again?" She asks guiltily.
Chloe pulls Katie into a gentle hug, "No, sweetie. I was just coming to use the bathroom."
Chloe lied not wanting Katie to feel guilty about something she can't control. When they break apart the phone rings in the other room. Chloe looks Katie in the eyes silently asking if she's all right.
"I'm fine Chlo, go get the phone. It's probably one of your many suitors." Katie joked trying to easy the tension she always felt like her illness caused.
Chloe laughed and walked into the kitchen to answer the phone. Chloe flicks on the lights seeing as it's still early and the sun hasn't risen above the trees. She shuffles lazily over to the receiver and lifts the phone to her ear.
"Hello, Ms Beale?" A male voice askes as she quiets a yawn with her the back of her hand.
"Yes, this is she." Her voice isn't nearly as cheery as usual but it does take her a little while to wake up fully in the morning, normally with the aide of a coffee or two.
" I would like to help you." The voice on the other end of the line stated vaguely; Chloe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Help me with what?" Chloe heard Katie start the shower as she waited for the mystery callers answer.
"Chole, I know how odd this can sound. I am a friend of Mr Whitman, your doctor. He told me of your finical problems and of your sisters condition." Chloe wanted whomever this was to get to the point.
"I am having a dinner party on Friday, I would like you to come. If you do we can discuss my assistance in helping your sister." Chloe was desperately hoping this wasn't a dream.
"I don't mean to sound rude, Sir, but are you serious when you say that you're willing to help us? Because if this is some form of joke.." Chloe was cut off by the voice on the other end.
" I am completely honest here Ms Beale. Please join me on Friday so we can discuss this further. My address is 26 Timber Drive. Dinner will start at seven but please be there early for refreshments and introductions. Looking forward to meeting you soon."
And before Chloe could respond she heard the click of the line going dead.
Katie came into the kitchen wrapped in a towel drying off her hair.
"Who was that on the Phone? Amanda, Jessica or Tiffany?" Katie asked grabbing a banana and joining her sister at the breakfast table.
Chloe shook her head, chuckling to herself. "No, none of them. It was an old friend from high school asking me if I want to join them and a few others for drinks on Friday."
Chloe doesn't like lying to Katie but she also doesn't want to worry her or even worse get her hopes up. What if this guy is a fake? Katie will feel even more guilty. No this will just have to remain a secret.. for now. Katie takes a large bite from her banana before looking at Chloe and answering
"You should totally go. Have fun. Break shit."
Chloe laughed at her sisters antics. Her and her sister were six years apart, meaning Katie was the ripe age of sixteen. "I'm not going to go break shit, you goofball. But if you really think it's a good idea, I think I'll go."
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Chloe had just finished getting ready when she heard the honk of a car horn. She walked up to the front door and looked through the window beside it to see who I was. She saw a man in a suit step put of the car. The car was a long black limo. She stepped back away from the window as the man approached the door. He rang the doorbell. She waited a beat so he wouldn't know she had been at the door. She opened the door. The man must have been six foot tall; he towered over Chloe's five foot four frame. He had a hard face and a stern expression.
"Good evening, are you Ms Beale?" The man's voice was low and gruff.
"Yes, are you driving me to the dinner?" She had assumed she would be driving to the dinner.
If she was to be show furred why was she given the address?
"Yes ma'am. Mr Hillington wanted all of his guest to be driven tonight for there was unforeseen construction on the road leading to the estate. He didn't want any of you getting lost or damaging your vehicles."
He held out his arm to escort her the limo. "Are you ready to go?"
Chloe looked back into the house. Her sister was on the couch in the living room watching old re-runs. Katie waved to her and smiled.
"Yes, ready." Chloe's face was stoic, not sure of her own emotions.
" This should be interesting," thought Chloe.
The sky started to match the dark appearance of the limo as turned onto a small drive, to which Chole assumed lead to the estate. The grave under the tire made a popping sound. The make shift road was lined with thick woods were little light penetrated. Down the road Chloe could see a faint glow of light that was rapidly getting closer. Suddenly the woods stopped and the estate came into view. The house, if one could call it that, was massive. It was obviously not built in this era. It was adorned with all the fixture's and style of a time long forgotten. The popping under the tires had stopped, indicating that the vehicle was now on some proper form of road. The house had a circle drive that lead up to the front steps of the porch. The limo pulled to a stop. The driver turned the key in the ignition stopping the motor. He turned in his seat and looked back at Chloe.
He looked at her for awhile, long enough for her to start to feel uneasy.
"Are you sure you want to do this Ms Beale?"
Chloe's expression was riddled with confusion. What did he mean? Before she could ask the car door next to her was opened. Another man in a tuxedo held out his white-gloved hand.
"We have been expecting you Ms Beale."
She took his hand but gave the driver one last look before moving to get out of the vehicle. The driver gave her a sad smile and turned his back to her. Stepping out of the car Chloe was hit with the brisk winter winds. She shivered as her arms gained goose bumps.
"Right this way Ms Beale. We have a fire burning in the card room that I think you might enjoy."
The man with the gloves escorted Chloe into the house and to the card room. The two heavy wood doors were opened to reveal a large room decorated in shades of deep red and gold. There were several places to lounge or sit and a bar against the far wall.
"Wait here with the other's until dinner is served."
With that the man closed the doors behind Chloe and left.
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Beca had been waiting for what seemed like forever in a roomed that smelled of cigars and cologne. She glanced at her surroundings. The ceiling was platted with gold fixtures while the walls and grand curtains were a deep red. Not her taste she noted, but it did have a certain classic look she respected. When she entered the room about an hour ago there had been three other persons seated. Two gentlemen who appeared to be around her age and one small girl that looked of Asian decent. The two gentlemen looked similar yet profoundly different. Their looks displayed that they probably weren't related but there interactions showed they knew each other. Since she has been seated, four other individuals entered the room, three other women and another man. The man was stout and had a round childlike face. Two of the women that entered were blonde. One was on the heavier side and the other was rather tall and thin. The last of the three women was a tall brunette in even taller high heels. She wasn't dressed appropriately for the time of year, wearing a short cocktail dress and nothing more. Things didn't start to get interesting till the last two guests arrived. The first of the two was a short African American woman with pink dye in her hair. The last person to join them in the card room was the one that caught Beca's eye. She hadn't really paid much attention to the others or their names but when the last guest entered the room, Beca's full attention was hers.
The man she assumed was some sort of butler announced that the woman's name was Chloe. When Chloe entered the room, it was like a fresh breath entered Beca's lunges. Beca straightened her back, trying to at least look somewhat approachable. Chloe looked around the room, trying to get her bearings. Her eyes glanced at every face in the room, she used to be quite social and deep down she longed to still be. She saw a blond woman sitting in a leather arm chair and a brunette seated adjacent to her on a maroon couch. They looked as friendly as any to Chloe so she made her way over. Beca braved herself to look back up in the red heads direction and saw that she was rapidly approaching her. The red head stopped in front of the blonde in the arm chair and extended her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Chloe."
The blonde smiled warmly, which shocked Beca, the woman had been sitting in that chair for the last hour with nothing but a stoic cold face and now she was smiling as if it was Christmas. The blonde took Chloe's hand in her and shock it briefly.
"Nice to meet you also, my name is Aubrey."
Aubrey motioned toward the empty space next to her, which was the other end of the couch Beca was seated on.
"Sit down here."
Chloe smiled and casted her eyes to the brunette, once their eyes connected her smile grew even larger. "Hello to you too, I'm Chloe." Once again Chloe stuck out her hand.
"I'm Beca."
Beca shook Chloe's hand and smiled at both her and Aubrey, trying to kill two birds with one stone. Beca hasn't smiled a genuine smile in a long time. Who was this girl and what was the doing to the stone cold Beca Mitchell? Before anyone of the three girls could start some form of conversation a man came into the room.
"Welcome everyone."
The man smiled. He had his dark hair combed back and was wearing a suit with overly polished dress shoes.
"I thought now was a good time to introduce all of you to each other. Please take a seat." He motioned to the several chairs and other couch in the room.
Once seated everyone saw that they were now facing each other. The man walked closer to the guest. He clapped once before joining the group but sitting in the wing back chair nearest the fire.
"Now, let us start. If you haven't figured it out by now, you all are here for very specific reason but you all have one thing in common. You all need something; something in which I am willing to provide, as long as you do what you are told. Now, I would like you all to tell each other the reason's you are here. I know most of you are here because of reasons you might be ashamed of, so to motivate you, I will give anyone who confesses two thousand dollars."
The main seated motioned to the butler and the butler placed two neatly bound sets of bills on the table. At the mention of the money being up for grabs the occupants in the room looked more attentive.
The African American woman with pink hair talked first. She shifted nervously in her seat as she introduced herself.
"My name is Cynthia Rose, and I'm here because I gamble." She paused. "But that's not the whole story,"
She looked up toward the main in the chair, whom everyone assumed was their host. He nodded at her encouraging her to continue.
"The main reason I'm here, is because the last game of poker I played, I was all in on a hand I was sure I couldn't lose off of. Well I did. But I didn't have enough money to pay off the debt. So I told the guys I was playing with that I'd go to an ATM and be right back."
Cynthia rose ran her hand through her hair taking a deep breath.
"I didn't go back. I couldn't I was broke. Like broke broke. So, so they decided to get their money back another way. See the men I was playing with aren't known for being upstanding citizens. Long story short, they took my sister. If I don't come up with ten grand in the next week, they'll"
She paused and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
"They will kill her."
A couple gasped were heard in the room but most occupants kept a straight face. Almost as if they were used to things of this nature. Unaffected by violence or death. The man in the chair clapped once more.
"Great job Ms Rose! Drake please give the woman her money."
The butler walked over and handed a set of bills to the woman who was visible uneasy about what she just revealed.
"Drake is my right hand man and your waiter for tonight and I am Mr Hastings. If you haven't already guessed I am the man who invited you all here and your host for tonight. Now who else wants to make the easiest money they'll make all night. ?"
