A/N: Here we have some info on Beca's past, and why she is just so damn badass and cut off from most people :J
Warnings: mentions of child abuse sorry if that offends anyone.
Disclaimer: Don't own Pitch Perfect, only my plot.
"… So… how did you find this guy?" Donald rubbed the back of his head, nervously glancing to the two girls stood a little to the left of him.
"He was creeping around outside the barn, so we brought him here." Chloe muttered.
"Was it necessary for you to knock him out?" Aubrey asked quietly.
"Perhaps not, but he pissed me off."
"Geeze, how'd he do that?" Jesse frowned.
Beca furrowed her brow. She was in fact going to let the man walk to the barn at gun point, but then she caught the way he was leering at Chloe. Thus, he now had a reasonably sized dent in his skull.
The man started to stir from the chair he was tied to. He shook his head and groaned a little, pulling at the rope which bound his wrists and ankles to the metal chair. He looked up and his eyes locked onto Chloe, a strange look entering his eyes. Beca growled low in her throat and stepped in front of the ginger, slapping the man across the face to get his attention.
"Ohhh, now I get it…" Jesse mumbled.
"What the fuck?!" Michal yelled, thrashing against his bonds and baring his teeth like a rabid dog.
Beca ignored him and pulled up his shirt sleeve, once again revealing the black tribal looking tattoo on the man's arm.
"You're a Phoenix?" she asked again.
The man huffed and glared at Beca before answering.
"Ex Phoenix. They kicked me out."
"I'm sorry, but can someone please explain what the fuck a Phoenix is?" Unicycle burst out, Beca didn't reply, keeping a glare on the tied down man. Michal held her gaze and answered the boy.
"The Phoenix, they are a group of rebels who disagree with the military's way of doing things. We rise from the ashes of the human race and bring back our former glory. We have our own way of doing things."
"Yes you do. The Phoenix is also known for their messed up ways along with their messed up members. The leaders however, they are smart, don't forget that. Some of their members are geniuses, doctors, scientists, professors and such. But as I said before, the lower classed grunts can be quite messed up in the head. Yet they are still allowed to stay in the Phoenix camps," here she lent forwards so she was eye level with the man, "so I wonder, what must have you done that was so bad that even the Phoenix kicked you out?"
Michal leaned forwards also and hissed at her.
"Fuck. You."
Beca huffed and stepped back.
"What were you doing so close to our camp?"
"Camp? This is little more than a barn."
"Yes, I can see that this is a barn. But what were you doing outside of it?"
Michal looked over to one of the Trebelmakers and nodded towards Donald.
"I saw that one go out for a piss, wasn't hard to figure out that there would be more of you here."
Beca cast a disgruntled glance towards the boy who looked guilty, rubbing the back of his head apologetically.
"And you were going to steal our stuff am I correct? And kill us while we were sleeping?"
"Well… not all of you…" he trailed his eyes over what he could see of Chloe's figure and Beca lunged forwards, only barely being restrained by the disgusted redhead herself who hugged the brunet to her chest.
Michal snorted at the small girl's actions.
"Calm down dear, its not like you could do much with me, even when I'm tied down like I am."
"Want to bet on that?" Beca growled.
Michal's gaze hardened and he glared back at the girl.
"Like you could beat me in a fight, I've had nine months of Phoenix training so there is little you could do."
"Sweetie, calm down okay? C'mon Becs, you know he's just trying to get you all riled up." Chloe whispered into Beca's ear, slowly the shorter girl calmed down and Chloe sighed gently in relief.
"Sure I am, see if I decided to take that lovely redhead away from you there would be nothing you could do to stop me."
This time Chloe was not quick enough to grab onto the brunette, she lunged for the sickly looking man and kicked him to the ground; he landed roughly on his side. Beca shoved the chair so he was on his back and punched him in the face; his nose started bleeding due to the abuse. She grabbed onto his shirt and bunched it up in her fists and lifted the man up, pushing him against the wooden barn wall roughly, with a sneer on her face.
"You want to talk about fighting? You want to talk about experience, huh? Well let me tell you something. Your measly nine months of so called 'training' isn't worth shit. You want to hear what real training is? Try eleven years in a military testing camp. Eight hours a day training with two hours of being tested on. Once you have gone through such suffering, once you have endured what I have endured, then you can talk about your fucking training." She dropped him to the ground and he stared at her in some form of frozen shock.
"Oh and one more thing. Don't even try going anywhere near my girlfriend, because I will kill you."
Before Michal had a chance to reply, Beca kicked him on the head, and once again he was unconscious in the chair.
~Ax~
The rest of the day was awkward to say the least. Beca was in a noticeable mood and no one really wanted to be on the receiving end of her aggression. She had climbed up to the top of the roof and kept watch whilst the other teenagers quietly started to clean away any evidence of them having been there.
Halfway through the day Chloe had sighed and looked up to the ceiling for what seemed like the millionth time; finally she turned on her heel and started to climb up the barn to the roof.
Two hours later, when night had started to fall, the two came down. Beca was still obviously a little bit angry, but no where near her burning rage that she had been in for the better part of the day.
The two girls walked with their hands interlocked towards the big group huddled for warmth around a fire they had made. The nights had become colder as November moved into December, they would have to find someway of getting warmer clothes soon.
The two sat on a log left for them, Beca put her arm around Chloe's shoulders and Chloe put hers around Beca's waist, leaning into the brunette and sighing softly in content.
Beca was staring at the still unconscious man over the other side of the barn, but face the red head with a smile at the adorable sound, kissing her forehead gently.
It was then she noticed the silence. Beca sighed and looked to the teenagers around the fire, all of whom were looking at her.
She knew what they wanted to hear, and why not tell them? It would have come out at some point anyway.
"I take it you guys want to know, huh?"
They nodded their heads, some hesitantly, whilst some did it enthusiastically, Beca let out a humourless chuckle and stared into the fire.
Chloe frowned at what she heard and sat up, taking Beca's spare hand and running her fingers over her knuckles comfortingly, she remembered when Beca had told her of her past before; she really didn't want to see her in that sort of state again.
"I guess I should start where it all began. With my parents."
Beca was silent for a second, she looked pained, like she was re-living something horrid, then she started to speak again.
"My Mother and Father never loved me. They blamed me for their failings in life such as being fired, loosing money, alcoholism, their dying marriage, things like that. At first they would only shout, and verbally abuse me. Then when I was seven years old, my Father hit me for the first time."
She stopped again and took a deep breath through her nose, Chloe noticed how all the others had wide eyes, some even with their mouths hung open.
"It was a drunken accident. He meant to scare me, I think, but instead he hit me square in the face. I was too shocked to cry. Because of that, they thought I was old enough for them to, continue the beating. Often they would slap, punch, kick or sometimes even hit me with one of my Father's old leather belts. In fact I think I still have…" she trailed off and pulled up her long sleeved shirt, the Bellas gasped whilst the Trebles sat still in shock at the sight of white scars in the shapes of belt buckles littering the top half of her arm, moving up and out of their sight.
"When I was eight I had gotten sick of it. I had no other friends or family to talk to, I was alone." She rubbed her eyes, only Chloe was able to notice the solitary tear she swiped away.
"So I ran away from home."
"At eight?" Stacie asked.
"It's not as hard as you would think when your so called parents are drunk and unconscious on the couch. I packed some clothes and tinned food and water, I snuck out and I ran for as long as I could. For the first week I was in a forest, I was lost, and I had no home, but I loved it. Never had I had a choice before, I could chose where to go, what to do, anything." A small smile had worked its way onto her face as she remembered that feeling. The feeling of freedom.
"I found myself in some city a couple of weeks later. I was cold and hungry, I was begging on the street. Then this man approached me, said he could help me. He said he could give me food, water, a roof over my head, and even a bed. So, I went with him."
"A stranger?" Aubrey asked horrified.
"I was desperate. And I was eight; I wasn't very, knowledgeable back then as I am now."
"So what happened?" Fat Amy interrupted, her eyes wide and waiting for more information. Beca shifted her eyes back to the fire and continued.
"He took me to his car, it was a nice one, a Mercedes, he sat me in the passenger seat with the heating on, he even had a Mac Donalds waiting, like he knew, like he knew I would say yes."
Beca sighed again and Chloe squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, Beca smiled and continued with the story.
"We drove for a few hours out into the countryside when we reached this big mansion type place, it was a mental hospital. By now I was getting frightened, why would this man want to take me here? What did I do wrong? But before I could ask any questions these men appeared at the door. The one in the car with me told me to stay put and he went out to talk with them. He was saying how he had 'bagged another one' and wanted his payment. They gave him this envelope and he kicked me out of the car and drove away. The man in a suit gave me a look over and said I would do, then they stuck a needle in my neck and I passed out."
"I woke up in a white room with a long black mirror opposite the bed. It had a bed and a table but that was about it, my clothes were different too, like white gym clothes or something. The same man from before had come into the room and explained to me where we were. He said that we were under a mental hospital, that the building was just a cover up. He said I was one of twenty kids chosen for some experimentation they would be doing. Over the next two months they injected me with different chemicals, did different tests, operations and mental training, teaching me this… well, basically it was propaganda. Teaching me things and drilling it into my brain until it was the norm for me. These tests were… agonising, to say the least. By the end of those two months I was the only child left of the previous twenty.
"It was then I was told my true purpose for being there. It turns out the military were working on a new sort of weapon. But it was powerful, so powerful they needed to have a certain kind of soldier to be able to fight back against it if it all goes wrong. So for the next few years they trained me in the ways of fighting, gun handling, swordsmanship, many different things. When I was fifteen they put me up against one of the weaker prototypes they had. They lead me to a big arena type room, with my trainers and some higher ups. I had to fight a Crawler. I defeated it quickly so they did the same with a Runner which I also defeated. Then they gave me a gun and a knife and set loose their next creation. A Juggernaut.
"As you could probably guess, I failed to defeat it. So they punished me harshly, whips and electrocution. You did not fail at that place, that was the rule."
"Holy shit…" one of the teenagers whispered, Beca flashed a false smile and continued to glare into the flames.
"You know that story the news told? About a spread from some country? Well, that was a lie too. There was a cargo ship filled with a bunch of these different zombies which was capsized, they sunk to the bottom and walked to land, soon they infected too many people to control it, that and they all went in different directions, so it spread pretty quickly."
"Holy shit." Fat Amy repeated again.
"So when that happened, in the havoc I managed to escape with the help of a friend of mine, the guard who stood outside of my door. I'm not sure of what happened to him.
"And then, two weeks later, I find this beauty here trapped under a Basilisk's gaze." She smirked at Chloe who swatter her shoulder.
"How was I supposed to know it was a rotting flesh eating corpse?"
"Um, I don't know, because it had rotting flesh hanging from its mouth- ow! I'm sorry geeze!"
The group seemed to relax then, the rough edge of the conversation slowly eroding as the night wore on.
"Hey Becs, how are we going to get food?" Chloe whispered in her ear. They had meant to re stock at the mall, but that all backfired for obvious reasons.
"I'll think of something." She kissed the girl's cheek and rested her head on her shoulder tiredly, they day catching up to her.
"Go to sleep baby, rest soundly for once."
"I'm not tired…"
"Sure not Sweetheart, just shut your eyes for a few minutes, 'kay?"
"I'm not gonna sleep…"
"Of course you aren't."
Chloe glanced down to her shoulder a few minutes later and smiled down at Beca's sleeping form. She kissed her on the forehead and on each of her face cuts, wrapping a strong arm around her for support.
Soon the others had all drifted off. All but one man tied tightly to a chair, glaring at the two girls curled together on the hay floor, his hatred focusing mainly on a certain brunette.
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