Hey Guys.
Sorry this chapter is so late but I've been busy.
Anyways here is Chapter 24
Beca walks back into her dorm room and turns on the light, pulling out her phone and calling Michael.
"Azrael, why are you calling so late?" Michael answers after the first ring.
"Sir, I've cut off all ties to the Bellas and Chloe Beale, I will continue with the mission to kill James Beale and his wife but their daughter has nothing to do with this anymore. I told you Michael I don't kill innocents. Chloe Beale and the rest of the Barden Bellas team are innocent." Beca replies with an urgent and direct tone. She listens as Michael lets out a deep sigh on the other end of the phone.
"Very well Azrael but how do you plan to get into the ball now?" He asks, focusing back on the mission and Beca realizes that Chloe was her ticket in.
"I'll find a way Sir but I promise that James Beale and his wife will be dead after tomorrow night. I never miss my targets, you know this Michael, that's why you sent me. High priority target. My loyalty still remains with you and the League. The target will be done." Beca assures and Michael agrees before they hang up. Beca looks down at the blank phone screen, hoping to see a message from Chloe but she remembers the look on Chloe's face when she said the horrible things to her. Chloe wasn't going to forgive her for this, none of the Bellas would. So she decides to study the hall that the Presidential Ball was going to be at and look for a weak point to get in.
The Bellas sit in the bus on their way home, after getting gas from the gas station and having the Treblemakers take them back to their bus. No one spoke the entire trip, not even the Trebles although they was happy that they had won again and advanced to the finals but they knew that the Bellas, especially the two captains were affected by Beca's outburst. Now the Bellas sit in their own bus, a couple of hours away from Barden University. Beca having a solid two hours on them after they stayed for the winner's announcement, the Bellas not getting through to finals then all the stuff with the bus. All the girls including Aubrey just looking forward to getting home and into bed where they could all cry to sleep. No one had spoken to Chloe and Chloe wasn't speaking to anyone. Occasionally one of the Bellas, mostly Stacie would try to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder but Chloe just shrugged it off which worried everyone. Chloe was the sun of the group, the brightest and happiest and Beca Mitchell had dimmed her light.
The Bellas go their different ways without a word as they get back to Barden. Chloe looks toward Baker Hall and notices Beca's room light is still on and figured she was working out like she always does, Stacie and Aubrey follow Chloe's glance and know what she is looking at. Aubrey moves up to her best friend and guides her away, back to their apartment. Stacie starts walking back to her dorm room hoping to find Beca in her room on the way so they could talk but she doubted it. She makes her way in Baker Hall and towards her room. She hears noises coming from Beca's room as she passes, Beca was working out, and Stacie had heard it all before. She drops her head thinking that either Beca was hopefully working out to work off her anger and sadness or Beca didn't care at all and was going on with her usual routine. The leggy brunette hoped it was not the latter of the two, she would like to think that Beca did actually care about her and the rest of the Bellas, Chloe in particular. She hoped Beca had not reverted back to her old, emotionless self and shut everyone out. So Stacie decides to test the theory and knocks on the door. She listens as the clanking stops and footsteps approach the door but Beca just stands on the other side, Beca knew it was Stacie from the cameras, she thought it would be best to place one on the outside of her room. Stacie listens again as Beca walks away from the door and the clanking of metal on metal starts again. Stacie had gotten her answer, Beca had stopped caring. She walks back to her room, her sadness increasing as she realizes Beca didn't care anymore but in truth Beca was crying as she worked out a few empty rooms down.
"Okay Miss Beale, the surgery went excellent. You can leave this afternoon, however you must rest your throat so limited talking and no singing for a few days. For a couple of weeks you will just feel like you have a sore throat when you talk or sing but it's perfectly normal. I'll go get the paperwork for your discharge sorted, and remember limited talking and no singing for at least three to four days." The surgeon explains to Chloe who sits in the hospital bed, beaming about the good news. She nods politely as he leaves. She looks at her phone and texts Aubrey.
Chloe: Surgery went well. Allowed to sing again in a few days. I'm on limited talking too which will be totes hard for me.
Aubrey: Good to hear, I still haven't been able to find Stacie to see if she is okay and work out what is going on?
Chloe: Well I tried checking on Beca yesterday after what happened with Stacie, maybe ask her what was going on but her dorm room was locked so she must have been out. I haven't seen Beca since Semis though, even in her classes, anyways I invited her to the Ball tomorrow night so I guess she isn't coming now, you want to come again?
Aubrey: I don't really care about Beca Chlo. She isn't a Bella anymore. She ruined our chance at Finals and then left. Stacie is still a Bella so I care about her wellbeing and knowing how upset she is breaks my heart. Yes, I'd love to come.
Chloe goes to respond, telling Aubrey off for saying the things she did about Beca. She knew that Beca was obviously going through something and it was weighing on her but as the small brunette pops into her mind, Chloe can't help but feel depressed after what Beca had said to them. Chloe's phone beeps again and she jumps to it, hoping it is Beca but the text is on the Bella's group message.
Aubrey: Bellas Meeting, Tuesday 3pm. We have finals to prepare for in a month.
Chloe: Wait what?! We are back in! How?
Aubrey: That kid from Footnotes wasn't in college, Benji found out he goes to JFK High School.
The group text blew up with messages from all the other Bella but Chloe notices Stacie hadn't said anything. She also notices that Beca isn't in the group message anymore by Aubrey's doing so Chloe decides to send her a quick text, hoping to get Beca to talk. Chloe wasn't mad at the brunette, she knew Beca didn't mean to take it out on her and the Bellas.
Chloe: Hey Becs, I don't know where you are but I thought you should know that Bellas are back in for Finals. There's a meeting on Tuesday at 3pm, you should come. I'm not mad by the way about what happened. Please just talk to me, I miss you :)
Chloe waits for a reply but nothing comes through.
Beca stands in the abandoned warehouse, blindfolded with her knives in hand and posts set up with old sandbags she found. Beca manoeuvres herself around and throws a knife, hitting the sandbag directly before spinning around and doing the same. As she finishes all the knives in her belt, she stops, removing the blindfold and finding all the sandbags have knives stuck right in the middle of them. Her phone beeps and she pulls it out, hoping it's Michael confirming her plans for the next night one more time but the last time they spoke earlier that morning, he seemed pretty happy. Beca notices it is a text from Chloe.
Hey Becs, I don't know where you are but I thought you should know that Bellas are back in for Finals. There's a meeting on Tuesday at 3pm, you should come. I'm not mad by the way about what happened. Please just talk to me, I miss you :)
"How can you not be mad?" Beca asks herself, wondering what Chloe could possibly be spinning around in her head to still have the balls to talk to Beca. She closes her phone and goes back to her workout.
Beca walks back into her room to be met with Stacie.
"What do you want Stacie?" Beca asks as she steps into the room and puts down her stuff.
"Why did you do it? You screwed us up, but you're lucky we are still in." Stacie asks, a hint of anger in her voice. Beca sits down in her desk chair and turns to Stacie.
"I already said. I was trying to help." Beca responds and Stacie throws her hands up.
"Not the performance! Beca you broke Chloe's heart and you're acting like you don't even care. You've gone back to your "assassin" mode." Stacie yells out, using finger quotes to emphasize the assassin part. Beca slams her fist down on her desk.
"You honestly don't think I didn't care! Of course I cared. The problem is I cared too much, about you, about the Bellas, Jesus Christ even Aubrey! I cared too much about Aubrey fucking Posen and Chloe…" Beca's voice drifts off at the thought of the redhead.
"I haven't cared about anyone more than I care about Chloe but she deserves better than someone like me, she deserves to be with someone whom is as nauseatingly selfless as her, someone who is as kind, caring and nurturing as her. Someone who knows and appreciates her annoyingly bland middle name, Marie. Someone who knows that watching all the crime and evil in the world breaks her heart. Stacie I am that evil, Chloe deserves someone worth her grace, not an assassin who kills people hoping to change the world when really she is just making it worse." Beca adds, standing up and holding her wrist, smashing her broken one sent shooting pains through to her shoulder. Stacie watches as Beca closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, opening her closing her hand over and over. Stacie realises that Beca feels pain again, remembering back to watching Beca lift weights with a shattered wrist now holding it in pain.
"Beca, what do you feel for Chloe?" Stacie slowly asks and Beca's face turns to sadness which Stacie notices. Thinking about Chloe made Beca regret everything she said to the redhead at the Semi Finals.
"You're in love with her aren't you? But you can't be, you're not allowed to be." Stacie asks and Beca doesn't need to say anything for Stacie to know the answer. Beca settles down and sits down again, this time next to Stacie. Their eyes meet and Stacie watches as tears start to pool in Beca's eyes but she blinks them away.
"You feel pain? You're on the verge of tears. Beca, why haven't you gone back into your robot assassin mode where you don't care about anything?" Stacie asks and Beca doesn't reply. She just holds her wrist and takes a couple of painkillers, blinking back the tears that were begging to escape.
"Becs, please I know I haven't been the best friend lately but I really care about you so please talk to me. Don't shut everyone out again." Stacie suggests and Beca drops her head, blinking away more tears from falling. She knew that she would be leaving after the kill was done the next night, she couldn't have any more attachments to Barden, whether it be Chloe, Stacie or the rest of the Bellas.
"I think you should go Stacie." Beca finally murmurs and Stacie's eyes fill with tears as Beca moves to the door, opening it as a sign for Stacie to leave. Stacie stands and walks to the door before turning back to Beca.
"She's miserable now you know? She won't eat, she won't sleep. Chloe is so in love with you that you can hear her heart break at the mention of your name at the moment, just like I watch your face when I mention her name. I know you have feelings for her too so for once in your life Beca, do something for you and not the League of Angels." Stacie says and Beca's head shoots up, realising Stacie actually listened during that class.
"You're Azrael right? Deadliest assassin of them all as the myths say. I did a little bit of extra research after being in your class. Look, the League may have taken you in but they didn't raise you to be a person, they raised you to be a weapon and when you are with Chloe, I actually see a human being not who I'm looking at right now. It's up to you Azrael." Stacie adds before shutting the door leaving Beca's mind to just reel through everything that was just said, most importantly, was she in love with Chloe? Beca thinks as she paces around the room, her head hurting from the stress of the current situation she was in. Out of anger, she flips her side table creating a loud crash in the room.
"I'm not in love with Chloe. I can't be. Michael will kill me. You're Azrael of the League of Angels and you can't fall in love." Beca whispers to herself, holding onto her temples. She drops to her knees a flashes of Chloe flow through her mind, her smile, her hair. Beca hears her voice ringing through her ears. When Beca snaps out of the flashbacks, she has an epiphany, something she did not want to recognise but can now.
"I'm in love with Chloe Beale." Beca smiles gently as she pulls her hands away from her head, slowly standing up again.
"I'm in love with Chloe." She says again to reassure herself before sitting on her bed, looking at her hands, the hands that carried the blood of over 100 human beings.
"I'm in love with Chloe Beale but she won't love me back when she knows what I truly am." Beca whispers, lying back on her bed. She had a big day ahead of her tomorrow, a big kill but an even harder choice. Beca dozes off to sleep, unaware that a plan was unfolding in the background of all of this.