Barden's Jumper
"Not all heroes wear capes."
Superheroes.
We've all dreamed of being one. Don't lie, you totally wanted to be part of The Avengers when you left that theatre. Whether you want to be a genius billionaire playboy, a captain, or heck even a hulk, you want to save the day, you want to get the girl and you want to hold the key to the city. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really. Superheroes inspire us to do bigger and better things in our lives even if they are created by the imagination of others, that's one of the amazing thing with superheroes, their inhuman like strength, speed and powers are not real. They are created to let us fall into a world of fighting evil gods, skull faced villain's and even the odd goblin here and there. Superheroes created to face the 'bad guys' are made from the mind because they couldn't possibly become real in our world.
But did you know, out there within the billions that live on this earth, among you, there is a very small population – nearly extinct – that are different, they may not even know it themselves yet, you could be one and not even know, but don't worry, you all find out soon enough. These unique individuals look and are just like the rest of the world. They're human… but with a little twist in their DNA.
Call them a superhero if you like…
…but they prefer to be known as the Jumpers.
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The brunette girl in the back seat sighed as she glanced out the front window of the cab only to see the gates of one Barden University. Great. Looking away, she took out her phone after hearing it buzz.
Dad: Bec! I'm so glad you came through and made the right decision of coming to Barden. You won't regret it. Also, stop by, I want to see you when you get here.
Locking her phone, she decided not to respond. For one, she did not decide to join Barden, she made her decision to go far from here. And two, she totally wasn't going to see her father. He could wait. Will wait.
As she turned her head to look out the window, the cab was entering through the gates. She rolled her eyes at all the freshman being hugged to death by parents as they said their goodbyes to their son or daughter. When the vehicle came to a halt, the girl jumped out as quickly as possible to grab her belongings. Walking around the cab, she watched as a young man already had the back open and was about to take the black messenger bag that was safely placed on top. "I got it." She spoke without looking at him, instead hauling the bag over her shoulder. As the man started piling her suitcases onto a carrier, she pulled her headphones off her ears to rest on her neck and took a moment to breath in what was Barden U.
People. Lots of people. People meant socializing, and that was not her list of favorite things.
"Hi, there!" Speak of socializing. Her head snapped to the right at the voice. "Welcome to Barden University. What dorm?" The blond girl greets with a creepy smile that looks way too forced. Come to think of it, she resembles a serial killer that your ex would turn out to be.
"Baker Hall, I think." The freshman replied with zero enthusiasm, much to the greeters dismay.
"Okay, so what you're gonna do is…" The girl zoned out as music caught her attention from a car that stalled in front of her. Dark eyebrows rose in amusement as some goofy boy in the back turned his attention to her and started singing along to Kansas' Carry on Wayward Son while rocking some air guitar. Before she knew it, he was gone as the car took off, leaving him to slam into the passenger seat.
"…and that is how you reach Baker Hall." The blonde girl finishes, drawing her head back. She holds out her hand towards the freshman. "Here is you're official B.U rape whistle." It's handed over, she studied it and noticed Barden's logo printed onto the metal. "Don't blow it, unless it's actually happening!" The blonde all but screams, causing the other girl to wince. Locking eyes with the greeter, she pulled the whistle up and into her mouth, a smirk set in place as she walked away.
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After making her way up three flights of stairs because god forbid Barden fix a broken elevator, she made it her dorm, room 123 that sat to the right at the end of the hallway. Bringing a hand up to knock, she halts, this is her dorm as well as the other person. The door itself is already unlocked so when she struts inside she is greeted with an Australian flag that takes up the entire left side wall while the right side lays bare.
"Yo, you Beca?" Came a peculiar voice with an accent, Australian if the flag is anything to go by.
"Yeah…" Beca trailed off as a large blonde girl stands in her view, reading over the sheet in her left hand, Beca glanced back up. "You must be Patricia Williams?"
"What?!" The girl shrieks grabbing the page out of Beca's grip and glaring at it as if it was Satan himself. "I prefer Fat Amy." She corrected after tearing the page apart, holding a hand out she looks at her new roommate. "Fat Amy, best singer in Tasmania, nice to meet ya." This so called, 'Fat Amy' greeted with a wide grin, flashing all teeth. The brunette warily stared at the hand before actually shaking it.
"Beca Mitchell." She forced a smile. Turning, Beca set her messenger bag onto the bed that was now loaded with the rest of her belongings.
"So, I guess we're gonna be roomies this year." Fat Amy spoke while watching the brunette unbox. "Yep." Came an unamused reply.
"Give it a week, shortstack." Beca faced her with an eyebrow rose. "We'll be best friend's in no time."
"Doubt it." Beca muttered while going back to unboxing.
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"Did you know that Kangaroos have three vaginas?"
The girl at the desk turned to look at her blonde roommate who was currently eating a packet of Oreo's with an indecisive look. She shook her head with a chuckle as she continued to set up her music equipment. "I did not know that."
"Well, that's school for ya in Tasmania. They teach all kinds of stuff. I saw it with my own eyes, ya know? A Kangaroo was brought in-."
Knock, knock.
"Please, do not finish that sentence." Beca scrunched her face up as she went to the door. Opening it, she came face to face with her father.
"Hide your wine coolers!" The middle-aged man joked as he followed her into the dorm. "Just your old man making a funny."
"Chris Rock, everybody." He heard Beca mumble, he rolled his eyes at her and turned to Fat Amy. "Hi. I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad." He stated. "I teach Science here and study-."
"Dude, no one cares." Beca shot back, interrupting him.
"Amy, Fat Amy." The Tasmanian replied, shoving an Oreo in her mouth. His eyes widened comically as he faced his daughter. "Just… Ignore her." Beca advised him with a shake of her head.
"You didn't come to see me, so I thought I'd come surprise you," He started. "When did you get here? How did you get here?"
"Took a cab," Beca responded while playing around her on her laptop. "didn't want to inconvenience you and Sheila. How is the step-monster, anyway?"
"She's great. She's on her way to Vegas. Never been there before. I gave her my-."
"Oh, dad I don't actually care. I just wanted to say step-monster." She smirked as she looked at him.
"Well, can I at least get a hug? It's been a while since I've seen you." He grinned and pulled Beca into a forced hug without letting her answer. She didn't hug back.
"Well, that's what happens when you leave your wife and daughter and move 3000 miles away for some hooker."
A cough could be heard from the far side of the room, Dr. Mitchell glances at Fat Amy and clarifies, "Sheila's a pharmaceutical sales rep." He glares at Beca. "That's very different from a hooker," He states, walking to the window he gestures outside. "So, have you been on the quad yet-" "Nope." "-in the Springtime, students study on the grass."
"I don't want to be on the grass, dad. I want to move to L.A, get a job at a record label and start paying my dues!" Beca rushed in all but one breath.
Dr. Mitchell exhaled loudly. "Here we go again. Beca, DJ'ing is not a profession. It's a hobby. Unless you're Rick Dees or someone awesome like that-."
"I don't want to just deejay. I want to produce music. Make music-."
"You're getting a college education. For free, I might add. End of story."
"Great. So instead of getting a real-world experience in what I actually want to do with my life, I'll spend four years studying on the grass."
An awkward silence takes over as they stare at one another for a few beats. Movement could be heard from the other side of the room before shuffling, "Well, that was a nice family reunion, but Shortstack and I are gonna hit up the activities fair." Fat Amy announced, grabbing onto Beca's shoulder. "Come on, little one."
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"Don't get used to this."
"What?"
"This." Beca said to Fat Amy, pointing her finger between the two of them. "We are not friends and never will be." She reassured but it came out sounding somewhat of a promise... probably to herself.
Disregarding the short brunette's personal space, the Tasmanian flung her arm around the girl's shoulder, "Aw, I knew you'd come around!" She gleefully stated as they passed the multiple and crazy booths of the activity fair.
"What- I didn't… Ugh." Beca sighed, I give up, she thought.
"How about we check out that RIAC club?" Amy suggested.
"The what?"
"RIAC. The 'Run in A Circle' club."
"I'll pass."
"Quidditch club?"
"No."
"The Swimming club has some hot guys? We could get some man candy?"
"Dude, no."
"How about-."
"How about we don't go to any of these stupid clubs, yeah?"
"Okay, I guess we can give a pass on that DJ booth, then."
"What, where?" Beca glanced around multiple times, her eyes wandering from booth to booth. Fat Amy chuckled as she steered them into the direction of a green and yellow banner that read 'DJ' in bold brick lettering, "I figured you'd like this stuff judging by all that mimbo jimbo stuff you got in our dorm."
"Mimbo jimbo?" The brunette queried with the raise of an eyebrow, visibly insulted. "You mean the DJ controller, midi keyboard, trackpad-."
"Yeah, that mimbo jimbo stuff." The large blonde interrupted, Beca rolled her eyes and shrugged the arm off from around her shoulder as the duo came to a stop in front of the 'Barden DJ' booth.
"Aw, yeah DJ's!" Amy said with a gesture of pretending to spin a deck with a high-pitched 'chikachikawow'. Beca ignored her insane roommate by picking up a leaflet and scanning through. She let out a loud groan moments later, "Amy, I don't think this anything to do with musi-."
"SHALOM!" A loud yell came from behind the table, two young men appeared in front of Beca and Fat Amy, with wide smiles showing their slightly yellowing teeth and was that a… hearing aid in their ear?
"Aw, man," Fat Amy pointed to the sign to their right, and directed her hand across the writing. "Deaf Jews." Then decided to reenact the deck spinning but with a duller tone.
"Are you serious?" Beca breathed out.
"SHALOM!" One of the two men all but screamed again, the Tasmanian moved to stand at the middle of the table, "THAT'S NOT A REAL WORD, BUT KEEP TRYIN'! YOU'LL GET IT!"
"Not a lot of Jewish people from where you're from, huh?" Beca questioned, lightly chuckling at the girl's antics.
"Naw, but I once did play Fiddler on the Roof in high school." She stated sounding somewhat proud.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
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After making their way through the activities fair, the DJ and blonde were stopped by a cheerful, "Hi!" Making their way over to the voice, Beca and her roommate came to a stop outside a makeshift booth, holding a blue and white banner reading, 'Barden Bellas'.
"Any interest in joining our acapella group?" Although the question was offered to them both, the redheaded girl with blazing light blue eyes directed her attention towards the brunette. Beca quickly looked to the tall uptight looking blonde standing to the redhead's right that was looking visibly distressed. The smiling girl handed both Beca and Fat Amy a flier, "Oh, this is like a thing now?" The DJ placed a smirk on her face, clearly amused.
"Oh, totes!" Blue eyes sparkle as she beams and sticks out her hand. Taking the offered handshake Beca felt a tingle run up her spine but internally shrugged it off. "I'm Chloe and this is Aubrey," The redhead gestures to the uptight blonde who is watching the them interact. "We sing covers of songs without any instruments, it's all from our mouths." The redhead, Chloe, points to her mouth, emphasizing her point and then even sends a wink Beca's way.
"Yikes. Well, I'm Beca and this is my roommate Fa-."
"Fat Amy." The girl in question speaks up.
"You call yourself, 'Fat Amy'?" Aubrey chimed in.
"Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back." The Tasmanian clarifies. The two blondes go into conversation about the Barden Bellas and then Amy is on the ground mumbling about mermaid dancing so Beca took that as her cue to face the bubbly redhead.
"All from your mouths, huh?" An amused smile planted on her features.
"Yep. There are four groups on campus. The Bellas; that's us. We're the tits. The BU Harmonics; they sing a lot of Madonna. The High Notes; they're, um, not particularly motivated. And then there's..." Chloe trailed off as she glanced over to a group of singing boys, Beca's eyes following before glancing back down to the flier.
"Hey! We match!" Chloe suddenly announced, when Beca rose her eyebrow, she pointed to the tattoo that was gracing Beca's right arm.
"Oh, yeah?"
"I sorta went through a punk phase." Chloe said, putting her wrist in front of Beca to show off her tattoo. "I was listening to a lot of 'Evanescence.'" The redhead admitted causing Beca to snort.
"Yeah, a ladybug really defines that." The DJ chuckled.
"And I see a grasshopper is really helping your image as well." She shoots back.
"Touché"
"So, are you interested?" Chloe goes back to the subject at hand.
"I don't know. Seems pretty lame if you ask me."
"Aca-scuse me?" Their attention is brought to Aubrey now joining in. "Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame."
"Mariah Carey is really helping you prove your point."
"Shut it, you little-."
"We sing all over the world and compete in National Championships," Chloe cuts in, attempting to persuade.
"On purpose?" The brunette fires at them.
"We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center you bitch!" Aubrey frustratingly bursts out.
"What Aubrey means to say is that we're a close-knit, talented group of ladies whose dream is to return to the national finals at Lincoln Center this year." The redhead pulls a puppy dog look. "Help us turn our dreams into reality?"
"Sorry, I don't even sing," Beca apologetically shrugs, "but it was really nice to meet you guys." Before Beca could make an exit, she is forcefully pulled back, "Dude!" She twists to complain to Fat Amy but is cut short by the giggles that she can here coming from Chloe. Rolling her eyes, Beca crossed her arms as she waited for the Tasmanian to scribble her name down on the signup sheet. Once done, Amy wrapped an arm around Beca, "Now we can leave shortstack."
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Beca had been at Barden for about a month, she could admit, it wasn't all bad. The classes she bothered to actually go to were somewhat interesting and didn't involve too much work, plus that internship at the Radio Station wasn't too shabby either.
Even if that English senior didn't play her mixes and made her stack CD's. Whatever.
While working at the station the brunette also made friends with the goofy boy that serenaded her from the backseat of his parent's car. Jesse, his name was. An okay dude, kind of annoying at times but not the worst person she has ever met. He was funny and made her laugh at his stupid jokes. The only thing was, they were somewhat opposites, except their love for music. Jesse liked (loved) movies, Beca despised them. Jesse believed that endings were the best part, Beca laughed stating they were only real in fantasy land. Jesse flirted with Beca, Beca didn't flirt back. Jesse like liked Beca, Beca didn't like like him back.
Don't worry that was sorted out quick enough.
"Hey, Beca?" Jesse spoke up, his head looking down at the CD currently in his hand.
"What's up?"
"Would, you uh-." He paused, stacking the CD on the shelf. "Wanna, you know, go out sometime… with me?"
The brunette stopped what she was doing, "What do you mean?"
"As a date?" He asked, deciding to look at her.
Setting, the stack of CD's on the table, Beca gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, Jesse, it's nothing against you… But I'm not really interested."
"Oh," He looked away, "That's okay. It was stupid anyway."
"No, really, you're a great guy and any girl would be lucky to have you it's just I'm not really interested in you or any guy for that matter…" She rose her eyebrows trying to help him figure out. She saw him pause, thinking about what was just said. "Oh…" He trailed off.
"Yeah…" She breathed out a laugh. "Like I said man, nothing against you."
"Yeah, no shit." He chuckled, finally cheering up. "So, you prefer the ladies?"
"Yep." She clarified, "That doesn't bother you, does it?"
"Of course not, Beca." He made his way over to her. "We can help each other out now, be each other's wingman… or wingwoman in your case."
"You're a weirdo."
"And so are you," He grinned "good thing we're gonna be lesbros."
"Please don't say lesbros."
So yeah, Beca and Jesse were deemed 'Lesbros', and okay she didn't hate it that much… well she did but anyway, Beca had been going along with college life just fine until she realized something strange was happening with her. She couldn't pin point what it was but every now and then she would get a severe headache that would appear randomly out of the blue. And this was just the beginning of strange happenings within her. Every night, for the past few weeks, Beca would have a dream of being in a different country or place and she swears when she woke the next morning, she was in that exact place for a split second until she blinked and would be back in her shared dorm with Fat Amy.
A few days ago, for example, Beca had lay down in her bed after a shift at the Radio Station, tired and worn out and had dreamt of her childhood home back in Portland only to wake up the next morning to find herself laying in the street of her childhood home before she was suddenly back in Barden.
Knowing that it wasn't a thing that happened to anyone in the norm, the DJ researched about her strange happenings but came up short.
Guess Google doesn't hold the answer to everything.
So, in Beca Mitchell fashion, she ignored it and hoped that it would ease away eventually.
It did not. Nope, not in the slightest.
The dreams still occurred to the point of a month straight of them, maybe even longer.
As the dreams occurred and occurred and the sudden appearances in different areas of the world, Beca came to realize that she was teleporting. Yes, you heard me correctly. At first, she thought she was going insane but waking up in a new country every day without booking a plane ticket really made her begin to question the situation.
The brunette took a walk outside Barden one day to clear her mind and came across an abandoned warehouse. Curiosity got the best of her, so she crept her way to the back only to come face to face with a 30ft tall steel gate. Behind the gate lay shattered glass and an open window. Sighing in defeat, the brunette went to leave but stopped as she remembered about her weird dreams. Thinking back, she thought about how she would end up in the place as she dreamt about.
Looking to the open way behind the gate, Beca shut her eyes and took a deep breath, she imaged herself standing between the shattered window and gate. While continuing to breath in and out for what must have been thirty seconds, Beca felt a tingly buzz fly through her spine and her feet feel slightly levitated. Opening her eyes, a cracked laugh came out and a large grin appeared as she stood between the gate and broken window.
"Wow."
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Literally have no idea where this idea came from, actually that's a lie, I was listening to a movie soundtrack and had a thought of writing a new story. I'm currently writing the next chapter for this story so review if you'd like to see more. This chapter is somewhat following the actual PP movie but with some major changes at the end. I hope this made some sense and wasn't confusing. One more thing, I have no clue how long this will be or how many chapters so bear with me.
Let me know if you guys want to see more. Also, can you take a guess on what movie this story is based off? (If you figure it out, good for you, dude. I'm not copying the movie by any chance, it just gave me the idea for this.)
PS. Sorry for mistakes...