Summary: AU. Beca is a top CIA agent that gets captured by a psychopathic villain named 'The Doctor'. Beca would've killed her enemy on the spot if it wasn't for how gorgeous she was. Bechloe, Beca/Chloe. Jaubrey, Jesse/Aubrey.

A/N: First multi-chaptered Pitch Perfect fic. This one's quite heavy, with a few character deaths (one being in this chapter now) so if it's too distressing for you, don't read ahead. Also, most of the characters are EXTREMELY OOC in the beginning but slowly come into their shells as the story goes on. Though, do tell me if you guys think it's too much, and I'll tweak certain parts of the story to make it less upsetting. Either way, enjoy!

Falling for the Enemy

Prologue

"Do you know why they call me 'The Doctor', Bumper?" The world's most wanted psychopath, The Doctor, gave a sadistic and sickly-sweet smirk to a double-crossing apprentice; none other than Bumper Allen, an arrogant young man who was giving valuable information to the CIA.

Bumper shook his head, his ego having dispersed many hours ago; since the evil genius had discovered the agent communicating with The Doctor's enemy, Bumper had been hand (and foot) cuffed to a dentist chair. Which, of course, he found amusing, and still managed to sneak one last wisecrack about the irony of a doctor owning a dentist's chair. Since his insignificant comment, The Doctor had gagged Bumper with a bandage to shut him up.

"Would you like to know why?" A glint in The Doctor's eyes was noticeable, "Because I'd love to show you what I've got planned for this pathetic little world we live in."

Bumper successfully shook the gag off, the material now loosely hung around his neck, "You won't get away with this…" Beads of sweat trickled down his skin, "I know…I know about this hideout…I know where you keep your 'toys'…and I know your name…I've already told the CIA everything I've found out. So go ahead, fucking kill me, I haven't got anything left to live for! But when the CIA track you down, you'll be the one lying in the electric chair!"

"Tell me, Bumper. Tell me…what's my name?"

"Chloe Beale," He spat the name out with pure hated, "Knowing your true name makes the CIA's mission so much simpler-"

"It's all about that fucking CIA with you, isn't it?!" Chloe snapped, striking him across the face with her stethoscope. Bumper winced, moving his head back ever-so-slightly, "'CIA this, CIA that'! SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Bumper grew silent; he literally had nothing left to say to The Doctor.

"Good, now stay like that," Chloe snarled, grabbing a metallic briefcase from one of the many shelves that lined the hospital-like room. She opened it, broadcasting a collection of syringes. All had various lengths, widths and capacities, "Do you know what these are used for, Bumper?" Her terrifying sneer was back.

"Blood transfusions and tests." Was all Bumper could utter out.

"Correct, but you're also missing out one other usage," Chloe took out the sleekest syringe from the briefcase, sterilizing its needle with a clean cloth, "Vaccinations, Bumper. Vaccinations. Remember when you'd have mumps or measles and mommy would take you to the doctors?" Bumper nodded, "Well you'd get vaccinated. A needle like this would pierce through your skin, leaving the tiniest prick on your arm. A liquid, such as this," She held up a turquoise-coloured solution, contained in a glass beaker, "Would be injected into your skin. And then you'd say 'mommy, look, I'm all better' because that one vaccination potentially saved your life. Only…this vaccination is special; it doesn't do that sort of thing, saving people's lives and whatnot. It ends it."

"E-ends?" Bumper gulped aloud.

Chloe smirked at the misery she was putting the deceiver through during his last moments, putting on a pair of plastic blue gloves, "Yes, Bumper. Ends. I can take over the world with this serum, even the president will be bowing down to me. Nobody will be able to stop me, not even the 'great CIA'." The redhead poured the smallest drop of 'death liquid' into the syringe.

"That's where you're wrong," Bumper knew he was going to die anyway, he needed a chance to fire back at the evil genius, "It's you against them. A team of professionals, determined to take down scum such as yourself. You'll never succeed, you'll never-"

All of a sudden, Chloe jammed the needle into Bumper's arm, a pool of saliva dripping down her mouth as she gritted her teeth together. The serum quickly reduced, escaping through the prick and into Bumper's bloodstream. Bumper ceased his speech, his eyes widening, tears threatening to escape his eyes. Chloe laughed menacingly, thrusting it in further. Bumper threw up all down his chest and legs, the last of his bodily fluids seeping out, before he grew frozen to the touch, his eyes still stuck in their state of shock. And fear. And distress.

"Nobody can stop me," Chloe spat in Bumper's lifeless face, the familiar devilish grin spreading across her features, "I am The Doctor, RULER OF HUMANITY!"