DISCLAIMER: The "Pitch Perfect" screenplay was written by Kay Cannon and the movie franchise is owned by Gold Circle Films. The song "Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough" was written by Patty Smyth and Glen Burtnik. The author of this fanfiction does not profit, in any way, from the story. All creative rights to the characters and titles belong to their original creator(s).
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I apologize for the long chapter. My muse and I had a big disagreement and she won…she always wins.
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a non-explicit rape flashback, so please skip from ** to ** if you are sensitive. It also contains gore.
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." – Kahlil Gibran
In order to keep his inquisitive daughter from getting into any trouble, Aubrey's father posted a guard outside the small room. At first, she sat and pouted about being confined, but soon realized she needed to get back to her friends and warn them about Chicago. She began to formulate her escape plan. Luckily for her, she still had the keys to the light armored vehicle. Her biggest obstacle was the guard outside the small room, then she remembered the sedative still in her pocket.
Aubrey opened the door and as expected, was stopped by the soldier outside.
"Can I help you Miss Posen?" the soldier asked.
"Excuse me…," Aubrey checked the rank on the soldier's jacket, "…airman. I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some?"
"Thanks," the airman smiled and stepped inside the room.
After she brewed a pot of coffee, Aubrey kept her back to the airman while she poured him a special cup.
Even though Beca knew the back gate was locked and the fence was electrified, she still felt panicked…for good reason. Chloe was frozen in place. Beca feared it was due to intense fear. She quickly joined her girlfriend.
"Chlo? Are you okay?" Beca asked.
Chloe blinked a few times, furrowed her eyebrows, and raised the sniper rifle.
**
"Trust me…I'll make this really good for you," Chicago said as he pushed Chloe onto her back.
Chloe struggled against him. He grabbed both her wrists with one hand and held them down. The frightened redhead struggled harder, but he was too strong.
"Stop struggling," Chicago demanded as he pawed at Chloe's clothes.
"NO!" Chloe yelled and tried to knee him.
Chicago raised a clenched fist at Chloe and barked, "STOP!"
Chloe suddenly stopped struggling and went limp.
"That's a good girl," Chicago praised.
He lightly straddled her and released her wrists. As he struggled to unbuckle his belt, Chloe slammed her knee up into his groin. He grabbed his crotch in pain and fell over sideways. Chloe got out from underneath him and quickly got to her feet. Before she could run, he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back down. He held her down by the throat and squeezed, causing her to pass out.
When she came to, he was pulling up his pants. **
Chloe took aim and pulled the trigger. Beca's eyes widened as she watched Chicago fly backward and land a few feet away. She looked at an expressionless Chloe.
"Chlo?" Beca softly called.
"It's finally over," Chloe softly stated and released her iron grip.
Beca took the sniper rifle from Chloe, leaned it against a hay bale, and wrapped her arms around the now shaking redhead.
"It's okay," Beca murmured and kissed Chloe's temple, "It's okay."
After several minutes, Chloe asked, "Is he really dead?"
Beca wrapped her arm around Chloe's shoulder and walked her to the fence.
Down in the basement, Stacie was blissfully unaware of what just transpired in the yard. She put the finishing touches on "Greased Lightning," cleaned up, and walked upstairs. As she stepped into the house, she glanced at the front door and noticed it was wide open. Without a second thought, Stacie bolted towards the open door. When she got outside, she saw Beca and Chloe standing by the fence, so she walked over to them.
"Wha…," Stacie began and stopped when she saw Chicago lying on his back with a single gunshot in his forehead.
"He came back for Chloe," Beca stated.
"Did you shoot him?" Stacie asked Beca.
"No, Chloe did," Beca answered.
Chloe's emotional dam broke and she screamed at Chicago's corpse through the fence, "YOU RAPED ME! EVERY SINGLE TIME WE STOPPED, YOU RAPED ME! NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD YOU "NO!"
The furious redhead turned and ran into the house. A minute later, she returned with "Lucy" and told Beca to unlock the gate. Beca quickly looked at Stacie for permission. She quickly scanned the area, flipped off only the gate's switch, and nodded.
Chloe stormed over to Chicago's corpse, raised "Lucy" over her head and slammed the weapon down on his face, chest, and crotch…over and over, yelling, "You kept telling me it was my fault I needed your loving every single day!"
Blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere. Beca and Stacie kept an eye out for zombies while they let Chloe vent. By the time Chloe finished, there was not much left of the corpse. Stacie told Beca to take Chloe inside and she headed to the basement to get the wagon. She hauled the remains to the industrial incinerator and burned them.
Stacie made dinner and took her dinner plate upstairs, so the emotionally exhausted couple could eat together in peace. In bed, Beca held and comforted Chloe throughout the anguish-filled night.
The next morning, Stacie made breakfast and ate alone. Afterward, she placed two breakfast plates in the oven, left a note for her friends who were still asleep, and went down to the basement to prepare for a ride.
A few weeks ago, after Aubrey left with her father, Stacie wondered what military facility he and Major Smith came from, so she checked the maps in the security room. She found out there was a fairly large military base in the direction Mr. Posen left with Aubrey. Stacie wanted to go to the military base earlier but shelved the idea after Beca and Chloe talked her out of launching a search party.
Today, she was bound and determined to go out there, so after her extensive pre-trip preparations Stacie fired up her solar-powered global positioning device and headed towards the military base.
As Stacie road, she found the area eerily devoid of people and zombies. According to her solar-powered GPS, she was heading in the correct direction. After about an hour, she came across a military vehicle haphazardly parked on the side of the road. She instantly recognized it and slowly pulled up to the driver's side. When she saw Major Smith's remains in the driver's seat, she finally understood how Chicago escaped custody. This confirmed she was headed in the correct direction and she drove on.
When she reached the military base, she discovered why the area was unusually devoid of zombies. Inside the extremely tall high-security fence, the ground was littered with corpses. She pulled down her filtered face mask and was struck by an unbelievable stench, so she quickly pulled it back up. As she surveyed the area, she noticed a light armored vehicle slowly heading towards her, so she swiftly pulled "Greased Lightning" off to the side and waited. The light armored vehicle pulled up in front of the closed gate and the driver hopped out.
"AUBREY!" Stacie exclaimed.
In her excitement, Aubrey fumbled opening the gate. After finally getting it open, she ran into Stacie's arms, almost knocking over the brunette and "Greased Lightning."
"What are you doing here?" Aubrey asked.
"No time for questions, let's get out of here!" Stacie commanded.
Aubrey started to straddle the backseat, but stopped and ran back to the light armored vehicle. She pulled out the medical backpack, put it on, and ran towards Stacie. Aubrey hopped on the back of the electric motorbike and wrapped her arms around Stacie's waist. They started to move when Stacie felt Aubrey's arms sliding off her waist. She turned and realized a zombie had pulled Aubrey off the back by her backpack.
Stacie laid down the electric motorbike, pulled her trusty machete from the sheath strapped to the side of it, and flew towards Aubrey who was keeping the zombie at bay with the backpack. She swung her machete and the zombie's head flew off into the brush. Stacie bent down, offered her hand to Aubrey, and pulled her girlfriend up off the ground. The grateful blonde wrapped her arms around the stunned brunette's neck and kissed her. Stacie reluctantly broke the kiss, citing the urgent need to make their escape before any more zombies showed up. While she righted "Greased Lightning," Aubrey retrieved the medical backpack and they made their escape.
On the trip home, Stacie constantly monitored the electric motorbike's battery level. It was dangerously low and she worried they would not make it back to the compound. Luckily for them, "Greased Lightning" got them to the front gate. After securing the front gate, Aubrey followed Stacie as she pushed the electric motorbike down the ramp into the basement. She immediately plugged it in and hoped it would not tax the solar panels too much. Stacie wrapped her arm around Aubrey's waist and they headed upstairs. When they stepped into the house, they were greeted by two very upset faces.
"What the hell Conrad?" Beca demanded with her arms crossed.
"You had us worried," Chloe added.
"After yesterday, you two needed some alone time, so I gave it to you," Stacie stated.
"What happened yesterday?" Aubrey asked.
Beca and Chloe, who were distracted with lecturing Stacie, failed to notice Aubrey in the room…until now.
"AUBREY!" Chloe squealed and excitedly hugged her best friend.
"So…you went and rescued Posen," Beca growled, "…without backup."
"Sorry," Stacie apologized.
Beca responded by rolling her eyes.
"What's in the backpack?' Beca asked.
Aubrey walked to the kitchen and placed the medical backpack on the table.
"Mostly medical supplies I knew we could use and this," Aubrey pulled out Chloe's file.
After Stacie and Beca agreed to look at Chloe's file after dinner, the tall brunette went to take a shower.
Aubrey resumed her meal preparation duties and started dinner. A freshly showered and dressed Stacie sat at the kitchen table to watch Aubrey prepare dinner.
"I apologize if anything is out of place," Stacie said.
Aubrey shot her a quizzical look.
"I took over your cooking duties while you were gone," Stacie answered.
After cleaning up after dinner, the foursome retired to the living room for the first time in a while. While Stacie and Beca studied the contents of Chloe's file, the changed redhead brought Aubrey up to speed on everything that happened since the blonde left with her father.
"WOW! A lot happened while I was gone," Aubrey exclaimed.
Stacie and Beca returned from the den, where they added the contents of Chloe's file to the journal. The tall brunette sat next to Aubrey and the short one next to Chloe.
"What'd we miss?" Beca asked.
"Nothing you didn't already know," Chloe answered and snuggled against Beca.
Stacie intently watched Aubrey's reaction.
"Did you tell her about me walking in on you two?" Stacie laughed, still gauging Aubrey's reactions.
"No, dude! That's fucking embarrassing," Beca protested.
Aubrey laughed and smiled, "Congratulations."
Stacie was surprised to see a genuine smile on Aubrey's face.
"I guess it's our turn next," Aubrey teased and grabbed Stacie's arm.
Stacie cleared her throat and stood up, "Well, it's getting late, so we'd better turn in."
Her three friends laughed. Beca and Chloe bid their friends good night, then headed to their bedroom. Aubrey told Stacie she would be up after she showered. After the water reached her desired temperature, Aubrey stepped under the spray and immediately felt pain on her scalp. She stepped out of the shower and looked at the top of her head in the mirror. At first, she did not see anything, until she moved her hair and saw the bite mark underneath.