CHAPTER FIVE: A Field Trip Gone Horribly Wrong
Five days later, which were, for Beca, at least, full of crime-fighting and rehearsal for the World's, as well as her secret job and her getting to know Emily a little bit, the Bellas went to a car show to check out a German acapella group called Das Sound Machine, who apparently served as competition for them in the World's. "Yep, can't get any more stereotypically German than that." Beca thought to herself, during the car ride. But she mostly kept glancing at Jessica, worried that the girl wouldn't keep her word.
So, she took out her phone, and began texting her. She said, "Hey. I know you're a nice person and all, but you're not going to tell anyone, right?" She sent the message. When Jessica got it, she automatically began texting back. Thirty seconds later, Beca received the text. "I gave you my word. I won't tell anyone. Also, is the only notable thing about me that I'm nice?" Beca grinned at the blonde, and automatically began texting back. "Well, your smile is pretty, and I love your hair." When Jessica got this text, she grinned back, and said, "Very funny, Bruce Wayne. Why don't you try flirting with your boyfriend?" As a response, Beca texted, "Ex-boyfriend, my dear Watson. Ex. Like Charles Xavier."
However, if Beca was being completely honest with herself, she did feel a little bad that her relationship with Jesse had ended. The problem was that they didn't have much in common, and neither one saw how it would work. Still, both agreed to remain friends.
When the group arrived at the car show, they saw the competition, and most of them, especially Chloe, grew worried. Das Sound Machine was like a militia, completely synchronized, well choreographed, and they were beautiful people, too. All of the Bellas were impressed, with the exception of Beca and Emily.
"Looks don't last forever. Pretty soon, they're gonna look like Kirstie Alley did in 2010." Beca said to a nervous Chloe. "Beca's got a point. What happens when they do start to become out of shape and older looking? Besides, their initials are 'DSM', like 'BDSM'. Who the Hell wants to see that?" Emily added. "It doesn't matter. What matters is how they are, now. And right now, they're impressing the Hell out of me." Chloe said to the two. "They don't even sing well. The whole performance is just a bunch of special effects and pretty faces, and that's not enough of a selling point." Beca responded.
When the performance ended, Kommissar, the leader of Das Sound Machine, noticed the Bella's attendance, and called her 'army' over to them. "Barden Bellas. What a pleasant surprise. Have you come to watch out of jealousy, perhaps?" The tall, blonde, German woman said, clearly mocking the group, which caused the other members of DSM to laugh. "No, we came to scope out the competition." Chloe said, honestly. Kommissar snickered, and said, "Right, and my Father is named Hans Schmidt."
"Time to intervene, because there is no way that Chloe is gonna win this battle." Beca thought to herself. "Alright, listen Blondie, we didn't come here to start a war. We came to see the competition, and from what I've seen, I can say, with the utmost confidence, that we're gonna kick your asses." Beca said. This caused a few of the DSM members to murmur amongst themselves, and Kommissar to step forward towards Beca, in an attempt to intimidate her because of her size. "And you are the kicker of ass? How? You're just a little pretty girl, most likely with no upper body strength." Kommissar said, smirking.
"Actually, I've got upper body strength, a lot more than I could ask for, and if you even knew what I did in my spare time, you'd know I kick a lot more ass than you've ever done in your miserable life." Beca challenged. "Well, one person can't always make a difference. Just because you may kick ass doesn't mean the rest of these pathetic, talentless little girls do." Kommissar said, as she and her army laughed.
"Look who's talking." Beca said. This automatically caused DSM to stop laughing, especially Kommissar. "Excuse me?" She asked. "We might not be as pretty as you, but at least we have some damn talent. At least we don't mask our singing voices using special effects and good looks. Besides, if you listen closely, you'll find that about half of the people in your little army can sing." Beca said, standing her ground. Because of Beca's hearing being much more enhanced than others', she was able to tell who could actually sing and who couldn't.
"Hell, taking those few weak links out of the equation, you still sound terrible. We may not be perfect, but at least we actually put some damn effort into who we choose, and base it off talent, not just looks." Beca said, despite the fact that Aubrey did say she wanted, in her words, 'girls with bikini-ready bodies', but still, what she was saying in defense of the Bellas was mostly true.
Hearing what Beca had to say made Kommissar very, very angry. "Listen to me, Mouse. You have no idea what kind of trouble you're getting yourself into, saying things like that. Who do you think you're talking to?" She questioned. "Not a performing artist, and who do you think you're talking to?"
As Beca and Kommissar glared at one another, somebody screamed, "Gunmen!" The person said, as armed men brandishing military-esque uniforms and weapons barged in, and began shooting up the place. Many of the gunman yelled, "Everyone, get on the ground!" Or some variant of that command, as they forced nearly everyone onto the ground, with the exception of Beca, who managed to sneak away and get into her signature hoodie and glasses, and to call the police.
After the last person in the room was brought down to their knees, a heavily militarized man walked through the doors, brandishing an assault rifle. He chuckled upon seeing the good work of his men, and began to speak. "Good afternoon, everyone. Allow me to introduce my colleagues and myself. I have no name. I had a name given to me at birth, but I abandoned it for a more appropriate name: Fear. That is what I am, and who I am. And these are my employees, who share the same belief that I do, and it's the most important belief that you could ever have. It is the belief that fear is what drives us over the edge, fear is what becomes our downfall, fear is a prime motivator. But most importantly, it's what makes us… more human. And that is my end goal. To instill fear. And it starts with me killing one of, if not more, of you."
He looked at the people on their knees, and began to ponder who he would kill first, until he came across a little girl. "You. You're first. Bring her up." Two of his men did as they were told, and grabbed the kid, whose parents protested, and who had to be tackled to the ground. As the young girl was brought before the militarized man, he began to speak again. "You know, it's okay to be afraid, kid. You can cry, if you want." But the little girl looked the man directly in the eyes, and said, "I'm not afraid of you. All you are is somebody who's trying to be scary." This made the man laugh, and say to his captive audience, "We have someone who's not afraid. Let's give her something to be afraid of."
As he aimed his shotgun, and fired the trigger, the little girl's short life flashed before her very eyes, and, as she accepted her fate, and as time seemed to slow down, she finally heard the bullet hit something, but not her body. She opened her eyes, and found that someone had wrapped her arms around her. A woman, wearing a gray, shot-up hoodie, and sunglasses.
Author's Note: Here is our antagonist, ladies and germs. What do you think? If there's any way I can improve on him, tell me, and I'll take it into consideration! Ikrebs990, thank you for being the first person to review! I may have Bechloe be in this story, but I want it to be integrated naturally, and not just forced in, because I really do want this story to be about the start of Beca's career as a superhero, and the things that will come into play later, such as her relationship with Hancock and Mary. As always, thank you for reading, please leave a review, and I will see you next time! Take care! Goodbye!