CHAPTER TEN: I Came To Talk

Beca suddenly realized what she just did, as she looked at everyone's shocked faces. All of the guests who had attended, the host, the members of the Treblemakers, the Tone Hangers, DSM, and, of course the Bellas, stood in horror at the sight of Beca, with her one hand wrapped around the collar of Kommissar's shirt, and the other being grabbed by John Hancock's strong grip.

Beca looked at the Bellas, especially Emily and Chloe, and saw the horror in their faces. Beca had never seen Chloe look so… afraid. Afraid of her. Tears began to form in Beca's eyes, as she pulled Hancock's hand off of her arm, dropped the Bleeding leader of DSM to the ground, and staring at everyone in the room. And then, she ran. Ran, like Kommissar thought she did in a tough situation. She ran, even as Chloe, Fat Amy, Jesse, and Jessica and Emily called after her.

When she got upstairs, she ran outside, and jumped up onto the roof. She sat on the roof, and buried her head in her hands, beginning to sob. "Oh, my God. They were terrified, SHE was terrified, of me. All of them. How could I let myself lose control so easily? She was right. I do run away, from everything. From my problems, from my friends, from telling the truth! Hell, I even ran away from someone of my own kind." She thought to herself.

After crying for a few more minutes, she looked up, at the moon, its light shining in her tear-stained eyes, and she stood up, determined. "No. I need to tackle this one head on. I need to go back down there, and talk things out." She thought to herself, before jumping down, heading back into the house, and going down the pathway, back into the party room, where everyone stared at her, and tensed up, afraid of what she would do next. She went over to Kommissar, who was being treated by one of the members of DSM, and said, "I know I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless, and immature of me to do that. And it was unexpected. But I do not appreciate you calling me a coward, or my friends worthless. Please, just leave us alone."

Kommissar sneered, and said, "Your strength is impressive, Mouse. But you are still just a loser. Actually, I thought that was all you were, until a few minutes ago, where I realized that you're something worse: you're a freak. A time bomb waiting to go off." Beca's frown turned into an angry expression. "Yeah, fuck you, too."

As she turned around to walk off, she looked back. "Also, if you ever talk that way about my friends again, I will personally put you in a hospital, and do twice the damage to your body that I did to your face." She smirked, and walked off.

Beca went over to the other Bellas, who, with the exception of Jessica and Emily, looked frightened of her. She began to speak. "I know that you are most likely scared of me, right now. And, I just want to say, I'm sorry for doing that. If I scared you, which I most likely did, you have every right to feel that way. I just hope you don't look at me the way you did a few minutes ago the same way you look at me for the rest of the time that we know each other. Okay?" She said, awkwardly. Emily, surprisingly, pulled her in for a hug, which Beca returned. She then saw the other Bellas nod their heads, a sign of approval for Beca.

After that, Beca went over to Hancock, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Well, if it isn't the bruiser." He said, sarcastically. "Beca. My name is Beca, and, I came to talk. To you."

Hancock's eyes raised, and he smiled. "Okay. I'll bite. So, what is it you want to talk to me about?" He asked. Beca breathed in, and said, "I'm Mary's daughter."

His smile began to falter, and turned into a look of confusion. "What?" He asked, his eye twitching. "I'm Mary's daughter." Beca repeated, a bit louder.

Hancock turned away from her, and, after sighing, he asked, "Do you have… our abilities?" Beca nodded her head. "Yeah. You might have seen me on the news." Hancock turned back to look at Beca when she said this. "You're the… the girl?" He managed to stutter out.

Beca nodded her head again, and said, "Yeah. And I was planning on flying to New York to come and find you, and talk to you about my Mother. I want to get to know the other two remaining members of my kind."

Hancock shook his head, and put his hand over his eyes. "It's not possible. Mary said we were the last of our kind." He muttered, under his breath. However, Beca still heard this, and asked, "WHAT? What did you say?"

Hancock took his hand off of his eyes, and said, "When I found out that Mary was like me, she said we were the only ones left of our kind."

Beca was shocked to learn that her Mother had blatantly lied to the man who, according to her Father, she loved and married for many years. "Why? Why would she lie to you?" She asked. "Kid, I have no idea why. But I'm gonna find out."

He began to head for the exit, only for Beca to grab his arm. "Wait a day or two. I want to get some answers, also." She said. "Kid, this doesn't concern you." He responded, as he tried to pry her off of him. "No, this does concern me! Hancock, I'm a part of this now. I have so many questions, and it would help if a few of them were answered." She told him.

Hancock, surprised by her stubbornness, and her strength, sighed. "Alright. You're right, kid. Talk to your friends about going on a little road trip to Los Angeles, and call me if you get their approval." He took a pen out of his coat pocket, grabbed a napkin from an hors d'oeuvre tray, and wrote his number on said napkin. He handed it to Beca, and left.

"Damn, I need a drink." Beca thought to herself. She went over to the bar, and ordered a glass of Miller Lite. As she waited for the beverage to arrive in front of her, Chloe sat down next to her. "Hey." She said. "Hi, Chlo." Beca said to her, as she tapped her toes on the ground, waiting for her drink.

"So, um, what was that all about?" Chloe asked. Beca turned her attention to the redhead. "What are you talking about?" Beca asked. "You know… the whole flipping over Kommissar thing." Chloe said.

Beca groaned, wishing that Chloe would go away. "I don't want to talk about it, really." She said, making Chloe frown. "Oh."

Seeing Chloe frown, especially after how sad she seemed after learning about Tom, made Beca instantly feel bad, and begin to reevaluate her choice of not talking about what Chloe asked.

"Okay. I flipped her over and beat the crap out of her because she essentially called me a coward. She said that I abandoned you guys at the car show. That I can't stand being humiliated by you guys. Which I'm not, but, still, it hurt when she said that." She admitted to Chloe, who looked sympathetically at Beca.

Then, her drink came, and she gulped some of it down. "Becs, we know you're not ashamed of us. And I should have thanked you for calling the police at the car show. Don't let what that bitch said to you get to your head, okay?" Chloe said, making Beca smile.

Beca sighed, and asked the question on her mind for quite some time. "Hey, Chloe. Um, I was wondering if I could go to LA for a couple of days? It's an important family matter, and I really would like to deal with it as soon as possible." She said. Chloe smiled, and said, "Of course. Just be prepared to train hard when you get back. We've got a lot of work to put into our performance at the World's."

Beca nodded her head. "Thanks, Chlo. I gotta leave tomorrow, so, when I get back, I gotta pack up." Chloe simply said, "Okay."

After the party, the Bellas went home, and all of them, minus Beca, crawled into bed. Beca, however, had to pack, she had to call her boss at Residual Heat, and tell him that she wouldn't be there for a couple of days, and she needed to talk to her Father about her trip to LA.

She decided to deal with talking to her Father, first. She pulled out her phone, and began texting him. "Hey, Dad. Listen, I've got to go to Atlanta for a few days. I just got an opportunity to meet Mom."

She waited in anticipation for his long-winded, emotional speech about how she shouldn't be disappointed if she doesn't get all the answers she wants. Then, after five minutes of waiting, she got a message from her Father: "Okay."

Author's Note: And there's Chapter Ten! Sorry for the delay, I was really busy these past few days. Guest One, I'm glad you're rooting for my story, and I love your enthusiasm! Guest Two, glad you love it! I aim to try new things when writing a story. Also, I've been thinking about writing a Family Guy torture fic, starring Quagmire. Rated-M, obviously. What do you think? Anyway, thank you all for reading, please leave a review, and, as always, take care, and I'll see you next time!