A/N So this is my first story, I think it's important to point out that I don't live in America nor have I ever been so I'm not 100% sure on the laws and geography of each state or the schooling system. I will try to get the information as correct as I can, using google of course, but I can't promise that there will be no mistakes. Apologies in advance.

Warnings: This story will contain violence as well as minor and OC character deaths. Be warned if your not into that. If anything else pops up that could act as a trigger I will be sure to put a warning at the beginning of the chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own pitch perfect.

The origin of Beca

Beca sighed as she pushed her way through the throngs of students bustling through the school exit, each one as eager to leave the building as the other. Little snippets of conversation drifted to her ears as she walked quickly through the crowds of teens.

'-I can't believe she would say yes to him when she knows that he's my ex! Why would she do that to me we were-' 'She totally wants it dude! I heard she's coming to Bens party tonight, I'm so gonna tap that!' 'There is no way I can get this assignment done by Monday! I swear man, Mr. Keller has had it out for me since-'.

She rolled her eyes at the typical teen drama around her and slipped on the large headphones that rested around her neck as she finally pushed her way out the doors. Idiots.

The sun was bright in the sky its warmth instantly washing over her. A smile tugged at her lips, partly at the surprising but appreciated change in weather and partly because spring break was finally here. Which meant a week free of the over dramatic students that roamed the halls and the tedious hours spent forcing her self to stay awake as the teacher at the front of whichever class she was in droned on and on.

She guessed the majority of students had plans to cram as many parties as they could in the one week they had before school started back up and others probably had holidays booked with their families. Beca wasn't either of those, she planned to spend her w

eek relaxing, possibly (hopefully) figuring out what to do after graduation since she was half way through her senior year with no future plans.

She walked the familiar path that led out from her school and down a long road, music pumping through her ears isolating her from the noise of the world around her. She walked for fifteen more miniutes before she arrived at the edge of a forest. She always came here after school, she would climb up a tree and listen to her music, if her mom were to ask she would say she was studying in the library. Her mom probably would find it weird that her eighteen year old daughter sat in a tree for an hour each day after school, wouldn't understand that Beca needed the solidarity, the silence, that she just needed a break from the world.

After several more miniutes of walking Beca came to a stop underneath her tree and began to climb sighing in relief as she sat on a high branch, the sun on her face and gentle music crooning in her ears. Her head rested on the trunk behind her and her eyes fluttered closed. The tension she wasn't even aware she was carrying slowly eased of her shoulders. The stress of school work and graduation, the worry of not having plans for the future all drifted from her mind as she amerced her self into the music. She needed this, it was her stress reliever. Some people got massages to relive stress, she sat in a tree. To each there own, right.

Without even realising she began to fall asleep.

Beca was pulled from unconsciousness hours later and she bolted up with a start at her unfamiliar surroundings, holding onto the branch beneath her for support as she frantically looked around. This is not my bedroom.. Oh shit, I fell asleep!

Night had fallen a while ago leaving the moon as the only source of light, the forest looked completely different at night time. It was unnerving. Beca quickly searched her pockets for her phone, I'm dead, my mom is going to kill me pulling it out of her pocket and pressing down the power button she cursed loudly, glaring at the low battery icon filling her screen indicating that her phone was completely useless.

"Just my fucking luck." She muttered leaning back against the trunk once more and shoving the device back into her jacket pocket.

In hindsight she probably shouldn't have been downloading music during class today, which was more than likely the reason for her phones current state, but that is neither here nor there. She looked at her surroundings once more before deciding that sitting around wasn't of much use and once she was on the ground she could probably navigate her way back out of the forest, she'd done it like a million times before, a little less light wouldn't make much of a difference. With that thought in mind she climbed down the trunk and hopped to the ground beneath her.

She stopped suddenly in her tracks her ears twitching, eyebrows furrowing in concentration What is that?

She could her a noise that seemed to be coming from deeper in the forest. A soft noise, melodic and enchanting. She stood silently for a minute more before her feet were moving towards it. She wasn't thinking, her body was moving on its own accord.

She should have been panicking now heart racing at this sudden turn of events but instead she felt completely calm, happy almost, warm. Her mind felt clouded like it was wrapped in thick fog, but in the best way kind of like that time she smoked a joint at her older cousins friends party a few years back.

The sound was slightly louder now the closer she got and she could see a luminous light shining through the rows of trees ahead of her. Her body winded through a path until it halted in a small clearing a few feet away from the source of the light.

It looked to be a ball of light, no bigger than a soccer ball, a strong blue/white light emitting from its centre. Beca should have been freaking out by now or at the *least* she should have felt curious, fascinated perhaps. However only the calm feeling remained, if anything it intensified. The soothing sound that filled her ears was now accompanied by a soft buzzing. Beca's feet moved closer slowly, inch by inch, her right arm elevated, reaching out.

She was completely enchanted.

The buzzing got louder almost drowning out the soft sound that held the girl in a trance Beca's finger tips were mere centimetres away now, the light shone bright almost blinding. She should have been squeezing her eyes shut, forcefully turning her head away, instead she embraced it the corners of her lips pulling up slightly. It is so beautiful. She stared in awe.

Then her fingers came into contact.

The buzzing ceased immediately, the once soft sound turning into an ear piercing shriek. The light engulfed her hands travelling up her arms leaving a white hot burning sensation in its wake. Beca wanted to scream in pain as she watched the light lick at her skin like scalding white flames. She wanted to desperately cover her head at the high pitched screeching that was still ringing achingly in her ears. Explosions of pain burst behind her eyes. She wanted to scream but she couldn't, her body felt as though it was out of her control. She could only watch in agony as the torture continued.

Then the light started to dim, seeming to slowly dissolve into her skin until it disappeared completely. The noise stopped immediately after the light. Then everything went black.

The first thing Beca noticed when she woke was the pounding in her head that seemed to travel from the base of her skull to behind her eyes. Holy shit ow, did I drink last night? she racked her foggy brain to think of last nights events ok so I left school, came to the forest as usual-THE FOREST! suddenly as if a switch had been flicked all of last nights memories came flooding back.

Her eyes burst open taking in the tall trees surrounding her as her hands pushed at the forest floor lifting her up. no way did I fall asleep in the woods. On the ground? I don't remember lying on the ground she flitted through last nights memories from falling asleep up the tree, to waking up at night, to the sound that captured her complete attention. The beauty that was the glowing orb to the pain, that is seared into her mind, when she touched it.

Her eyes scanned the area around her for any indication that, that part of the night actually happened. She looked down at her hands and found nothing, no trace of injury from the pain she remembers enduring. *Must've been a dream...an extremely vivid dream* her hands came up to rub at her temples the ache in her head having not faded. God I just want to go home and take some Advil.

Home.

She scrabbled for her phone, finding just like last night that it was dead. "Shit, shit, shit." She swore loudly cutting through the silence of the forest . By now her mom would definitely have called the police, probably go as far as to get the whole town out looking for her. fuck. I am in so much trouble. Despite the dull ache running through her body and the pain pulsing through her head she broke of into a full sprint in the direction of her house.

She was right.

Of course she was right, it was her mother after all, Beca probably knew the woman more than she knew herself.

She slowed down her jog into a walk as she reached her street. Eyes rolling predictably at the police car parked in front of her house. I hadn't even been gone a whole twenty four hours.

As she neared her eyes searched the vehicle noting the empty seats, she sighed. Great, guess their inside. The more the merrier.

She reached her front door and made her way in to the house, it was only as she closed the door behind her that she realised she had no idea what she was going to say. Oh yeah mom, I spent the night on the ground in the middle of the woods. Not really sure how I got there other than this fucked up dream I had but come to think of it I'm still not fully convinced it was actually a dream...,she shook her head, that would not go down well. Unless her goal was to be strapped into a straight jacket of course.

Before she had time to come up with a decent alternative her mother was rounding the corner from the kitchen a police officer flanking both her sides.

"Beca? Oh my goodness, I was so worried!"

Her mother rushed towards her embracing her tightly tears of relief in her eyes. Beca let out a breath she didn't know she was holding hey maybe I was wrong and she just so relived that it out weighs her being mad, that could happen.

The embrace however didn't last long as her mother pulled back sharply, fire in her eyes.

...Or maybe not.

"Rebecca Mitchell where have you been!?"

Beca cringed at the use of her full name, squirming under her mothers gaze eyes darting between the two officers who stood looking quite bored as if they had watched this scene a thousand times before. They probably had. Beca searched her brain for a good enough lie.

"I-I was studying at a- at a friends, it got late and I crashed there..My phone died so I would've missed your calls." She pulled out her phone showing it to her mom as evidence for her story.

Her mother however wasn't convinced.

"What friend? And what were you studying? it's spring break Beca you don't have school for another week, and couldn't you have at least called or text me from this friends phone?"

Damn it, she hadn't thought her lie through this much it was a spur of the moment thing, she was starting to feel like she was being interrogated. As she looked back up at her mothers angry eyes she summed up that interrogation was probably at better option right now. She took a deep breath, when in doubt improvise, right?

"I didn't have your number memorised and plus I was really tired, you know I have a one track mind when I'm tired and that track was focused solely on sleep. As for the studying, our ass of an English teacher gave us an assignment for over spring break and I wanted to get it out of the way, Kelly agreed so we thought it'd be easier to do it together." Beca let out a breath praying her mother bought it.

"Who's Kelly? I've never heard you mention a Kelly."

"What? Mom I mention her all the time. Kelly. We have English together." Beca stated incredulously.

There was no Kelly.

"Honestly, it's like you don't even listen when I talk." Beca huffed throwing her hands in the air for good measure. She hoped her mom bought it, she was actually pretty pleased with her acting skills so far.

Her mother looked affronted at the mere suggestion she didn't listen to her daughter and opened her mouth to retort, however she was cut off by one of the police officers she forgot was even there. Beca sent him a silent thanks.

"Ma'am, if this is all cleared up we'll have to be on our way." He said in a dull tone his eyes dragging lazily over to the duo.

"Right, yes, of course officers. Thank you so much for your help, I apologise for my daughter wasting your time." She said kindly rushing to open the door to let the men out.

Beca raised her eye brows and scoffed, Excuse you, who's the one who called them.

As soon as the door was closed her mother spun around looking at her daughter.

"Don't you ever to that to me again. God I was so worried about you. I thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere!-" Beca had to stop herself rolling her eyes at her mothers dramatics though she had to admit it wasn't far from the truth. "-sure your phone is charged when you next go out or take a charger with you, because I swear if that happens again young lady I will ground you for life! And you are not leaving the house until you have my number memorised I can't even-"

"-Ok mom. Jeez I get it. Phone charged, memorise number, report my co ordinates at all times. Yes sir." She saluted mockingly. " Can I go now, I'm pretty sure I'm dehydrating. I ran here by the way and yes you should be in shock right now. You know how much I loath cardio."

Before Beca could blink her mother rushed forward hugging her tight once more. She hugged back just as tightly, she was never good with apologies. She hoped her mom got the message that she was sorry. If the small squeeze she got in return was any indication, she had.

Spring break passed relatively quickly and uneventfully and before she knew it school was starting up once more. Beca still remembered that night in the woods and had avoided going there since, she's not really sure why because of course she's not scared of a dream, instead choosing to walk around town for a while or more often than not just go straight home.

Something was different, she couldn't quite name what it was but even her mom had noticed throwing the odd comment of ' You look very energised today, how much coffee did you have!' 'Your looking awfully radiant, have you been using that moisturiser I got you?' she didn't even drink coffee anymore, didn't need it, she suddenly had so much more energy. She might not have found this all that weird normally except she wasn't sleeping more than 2 hours a night. She had no idea where it was all coming from, even in the past when she had, had a full eight hours sleep she still was never this energised.

She had tried everything from sleeping tablets to soothing music to get to sleep but nothing worked. She just wasn't tired. She couldn't help but feel that the subtle change had something to do with that night.

Right now it was Tuesday and Beca sat on her bed staring at the geometry sheet in front of her. I do not remember being taught this. Maybe I was off that day?

There was a knock on her door interrupting her thoughts and before she had a chance to reply her mother popped her head in.

"Hey Bec I'm going to the store to get some milk, you need anything?"

"You do realise that the whole point of knocking is to wait for somebody to tell you if its ok to come in, right? If your just going to come in anyway, there really is no point in doing it."

Her mother ignored her, use to her daughters snark and made her way into the room. "I take it you don't want anything then?"

"Why are you going so late anyway it's-" she glanced at her clock "- 10:45. It's dark out and I know for a fact that your car is still in the shop. So unless your planning on calling a cab how are you getting there?"

"Calling a cab? The store is not even a whole ten miniutes away Bec. I walk there even when I have my car. Also yes I am aware of the time sheesh starting to feel like your the mother in the relationship." Beca rolled her eyes in response. " I've been busy and only just saw we didn't have any milk I'm out extra early for work tomorrow and I can't function without my caffeine fix! as you well know, so yes this is an emergency situation that needs rectifying as soon as possible."

"Mom you walk there in the day, night time is different. There are barely any people out and the people who are out are out not people you want to socialise with." Beca was well aware of the neighbourhood she lived in being known best for its high crime rates, all the time her mom and her had lived there they had never been on the reviving end of any criminal activity solely because they kept to themselves and didn't wander the streets at night. Common sense really. Tonight was not the night to break that clean streak.

"Bec it's less than ten minutes away I will be there and back before you know it. Besides I have my pepper spray remember, anyone tries anything I'll be ready." Her mom winked.

Beca wasn't smiling, she knew however that this was a battle she would loose. After all she didn't get her stubborn streak from her father. "Fine, if your so insistent. But I am coming with you. I've had enough of staring at these triangles as it is anyway." She threw a glare to her still unfinished geometry homework.

Her mother sighed theatrically " If you must."

As soon as Beca stepped out the door a bad feeling settled in her stomach. She stopped to look around. Her street was empty, the dull orange glow of the street lamps making her path visible in the darkness of the night. She quickened her pace to catch up to her mother who was a few feet ahead. Nothing was out of the ordinary but she couldn't shake the feeling, she chalked it up to her not use to being out at night.

They made it to the shop in eight and a half miniutes. Yes she counted. It helped distract her from the feeling that continued to weigh heavily on her stomach.

Her mom bought the milk and extra coffee, just in case. The store was empty just like the street, other than the shop owner slumped behind the register eyeing the duo wearily as if he wasn't expecting customers at this time much less two young women. Beca knew why. In any other town it would be considered strange, the deserted streets after the sun went down, but Beca knew the unspoken rule here that said if you are out after sun down whatever happens is your own fault. Beca's mom clearly wasn't aware of this rule, either that or she didn't care much for it.

She was aware however that they neighbourhood they lived in was awfully she knew this because her mom had been working two jobs in attempt save up in order to move to a nicer area. So pretty much any other town.

They paid the man who continued to eye them strangely, he had seen them shop here plenty of times before so he knew they were not new here. He was simply confused as to why they were purchasing milk at this hour in a town like this. However he didn't comment on it. He knew the rules of surviving in this place one of the reasons his store hadn't been robbed in the twenty plus years he's worked there. Keep you mouth shut, keep your head down and mind your own business. You see something suspicious going down you continue on your way, act like you never saw a thing. If you valued your life.

They left the shop and made there way back home. Beca's mom tried to make conversation but her daughters mind was focused elsewhere. Partly on counting the miniutes 'til they were safely home and partly on quashing down the growing uneasy feeling insider her.

Three miniutes left.

"Any jus' what're you ladies doin' out 'ere all alone at this hour?"

Beca froze stopping in the middle of the side walk she felt her mother do the same beside her.

"Surely you're aware that in a town like this two defenceless women should stay indoors at night, other wise they're just askin' for trouble. Right Dave?"

A man, presumably Dave, grunted in response.

She felt her mom spin left to face the alleyway where the voice was coming from, Beca moved to follow suit.

She could make out three figures covered partly by the dark, there faces where hard to make out masked by shadows but judging from there clothing, and smell, they were homeless. This wasn't uncommon about a third of there towns population was made up of the homeless.

"Defenceless? Haven't you heard how it's rude to make assumptions?" Her mom retorted her voice calm and confidant.

Beca wondered how that was possible because she was sure that if she tried to speak now she would be a stuttering mess. However no matter how confident her mother appeared Beca silently begged her to leave it, to just run, they were three miniutes from home they could out run these guys easily. Another glance at the men told her they were not in the least bit athletic. However if she and her mom missed there chance to run and became surrounded without a way of escape and it came down to strength Beca knew for a fact they would be screwed.

She felt a slight throbbing start up at the base of her skull.

The guy laughed in response. "Hm feisty, I like that in a women. Most already start cryin' right 'bout now."

Her mother glared back defiantly "As much fun as standing around chit chatting is fellas, we really must be going." She stated and started making a move to walk away but before she could take a step a heavyset figure blocked her path. The guy who responded to the name Dave.

"Now now, what's the rush darlin'? We were jus' gettin' to know each other." The first guy laughed.

Beca turned frantically looking for a path to get past however she now noticed that the three men had moved positions with practiced ease in to a triangle shape around the pair. It was easy to see they had done this before.

They had missed their chance to run, they were surrounded. Beca felt the feeling in her stomach claw its way up to her chest. The pounding in her head increased.

"What do you want from us?" Her mother asked a sharp edge lacing her words Beca watch from the corner of her eye as her mother reached down slowly to grip her purse. The pepper spray. She felt a slight flick of hope at this reminder, it would buy them time maybe only seconds but enough to where they could escape and run the three miniutes home.

"Well ya see, some of us aren't all that privileged like others. Money is a hard thing t' come by. So t' put it simply sweetheart, you and ya girl 'ere hand us everythin' ya got. Right down to the coats and shoes as well." He smirked. " An' jus' for a lil bit of extra motivation." He reached into his pocked and pulled something out. The metal blade shone under the moon light. A knife.

Beca inhaled sharply a mixture of fear and anger coursing through her veins. All of sudden she felt like the air around her was getting hotter. She knew her mother had pride issues and was the most stubborn person she'd ever met. She knew that there is nothing that her mother hates than people thinking she is weak and defenceless, that her mother would do everything in her power to prove them wrong. Beca knew this because it was a trait they shared. She prayed though that tonight her mother would look past that, that tonight she would see that if they wanted to go home unharmed that they had to do as they were told. They were surrounded and outnumbered.

"I don't see that happening."

Beca closed her eyes tightly. On any other day she admired her mother strength and boldness, strived to be the same. Tonight was not any other day. She cursed silently praying that her mom would just for once back down.

The man holding the knife laughed disbelievingly. "Are ya stupid? Do ya not see what I'm holdin'?" He walked forward angrily until he was a foot away from her mothers face before clicked his fingers at he two friends. The two other men surged for word grasping an arm each of Beca's, their hold tight enough to leave a mark. "Ya wanna know what I see happenin'?" He didn't wait for an answer and her mom didn't try to give him one, her eyes locked on Beca a hint of panic rising beneath her cool façade, " I see you an ya girl 'ere doin' exactly as ya told or I see ya both lying in a puddle of ya own blood. You understand?"

Her moms eyes flickered from her daughter to the man in front of her and Beca begged to her silently for her to just do it.

"Fine." She stated finally and reached down to her purse.

The guy chuckled mockingly. "There ya go. Not so hard to do as ya told is it? Even a feisty bitch like you knows her place. I think-" his sentence was cut off into a scream and his hands flew to his eyes. "Arrrggghh, what the fuck?" Beca's mom continued to spray him for a second longer before she turned on the two holding her daughter.

Beca struggled against the men holding her, knowing that now as the time to act, they had seconds.

"Let her go." Her mom spoke sharply but there was a slight shake in her voice due to adrenalin pumping through her body.

The men looked at each other then to their leader who was still in pain and back to her mom. They hadn't been in this situation before, didn't know the protocol. Beca was still fighting against their restraint knowing every second counted. She was panting now her breath coming out as gasps the air around her feeling hotter than before, her hands where shaking.

"I mean it. Let. Her. Go. Unless you want to-" she halted her sentence in a sharp gasp the pepper spray falling from her hands and clanging to the ground.

Beca stopped struggling and looked towards the scene. The man had got back up the knife once help in his grasp now lodged between her mothers shoulder blades. His eyes were bloodshot and wild, he looked manic as he pulled the knife back out crimson liquid pouring out from the wound it left behind.

"I warned ya. Stupid bitch." He spat angrily.

Beca's eyes met her mothers whose had involuntarily started to fill with tears.

She felt something snap.

Like a lock finally breaking. The feeling in her stomach fanned out across her entire body, hot and burning, engulfing every cell. The pounding in her head ceased and was replaced by a roaring fire surrounding her brain. Her vision blurred around the edges, her palms itched painfully. Her whole body trembled.

She couldn't think overwhelmed by anger, fear, pain. Before she knew what was happened her arms came up toward the two men still holding her, palms facing them. The itching stopped and she watched as blinding white/blue light shot out of her hands and into the men.

She watched as they screamed in agony as the light shot through the skin tearing it apart. Seconds later they fell in a heap to the floor.

Beca didn't waste any time rounding on the the last man standing. The man who stabbed her mother. Just thinking that set of another completely different fire inside her.

The man stood frozen in front of her unable to comprehend exactly what he was seeing. His face was white in shock which contrasted starkly again his red rimmed eyes. The knife was held firmly in his grasp, blood covering the blade. He opened his mouth probably to speak. Beca didn't wait to find out.

Her hands shot out in front of her the light blasting out into the mans chest leaving a gaping hole in its wake. She didn't stop there. Scorching the brick wall behind his body and eventually burning through it. Only stopping when his body slumped to the floor.

She lowered her arms to her sides and gasping for air. The fire inside her had died and she was left feeling cold and more exhausted than she had been in weeks. *what the fuck just happened?*

Before she could answer however, a soft groan from a few feet away brought her back to reality.

She rushed quickly over to her mothers body dropping to her knees beside it. Not even noticing that she was kneeling in a pool of blood. Her mothers eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow.

"Mom?" Beca's voice came out timidly like a small child's. Her eyes raking over her mothers rapidly paling face.

Her mom didn't respond, didn't move. Beca watched in anguish as her she took a final shaking breath before her chest stopped rising and falling. no, no, no please no.

Her mother was dead.

A/N so there's that. Beca's powers will develop and I do have a plan for this story if you guys want me to continue? Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is also welcome. Have a nice day.