CHAPTER SIX: Because It Sounds Cool
Beca unwrapped her arms, and asked the girl, "Are you alright?" The little girl nodded her head. Then, Beca stood up, and said, in as deep a voice that she could muster, "Put your guns down!" The soldiers were unresponsive, and cocked their weapons, ready to fire on her. "Hold it! Hold your fire." The man ordered, and his militia, almost hesitantly, obeyed. "So, you're the girl I read about in the papers. It's good to finally meet you, for now I have someone else to-" He began. "Why don't you spare me the chit-chat about spreading fear, and ready your men for a severe ass-kicking?" Beca interrupted, using the gravelly voice she had practiced with.
"Ha. And how do you imagine that's going to happen?" The man challenged. "With me shoving that guy's head up that guy's ass." She threatened. The man could only smirk, despite clearly being afraid of her. "Lies. You can't possibly do that!" He said. Beca also smirked, and responded with, "Wanna bet?" Hearing this made the man especially angry. Then, he said, "Fire on these people."
As soon as the soldiers heard this, they raised their weapons, and prepared to squeeze the trigger, only for time to suddenly slow down, as Beca ran from gunman to gunman, and snatched the weapon from each hand.
Then, as time returned to its natural speed, Beca calmly put her headphones in, and began playing the song 'Bad Reputation', as she began to beat the soldiers up.
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
And after that lyric, pretty much every hostage in the room was freed, and the only man in the militia still standing was the man. "Impressive. Very impressive." He said. "Guess I lived up to my reputation. Now, all I have to do is worry about you." She responded, as she ran up to the man. "Well, me and the bomb." The man said, making Beca stop dead in her tracks. "What did you say?" Beca questioned. "The bomb. The one that I triggered thirty minutes ago. Which should be going off in about five minutes." He smirked.
Beca's heart began racing. "Good luck… freak." The man said, before dropping a smoke pellet, and disappearing. Beca would have gone after him, but the people's safety was much more important. So, she made her way to a window, seeing where all the freed hostages were. "Everyone, evacuate, immediately! There's a bomb inside that building, and we don't know how far the explosion will spread! Get as far away from here as you can! I'll deal with the bomb!" She yelled from the window.
As she got back to the situation at hand, she concentrated her hearing, and found that the bomb was inside a model car on the fifth floor. So, she took a staircase up, and, when she made it to the fifth floor, she saw where her hearing signaled her to. She opened the hood of the car, and discovered a rather large, and supposedly deadly explosive on top of the engine, rigged to explode in two minutes and forty-one seconds.
As she was trying to figure out how to stop it from going off, she got an incoming call from Jessica. She answered with, "Hello?" To which the blonde yelled, "WHERE ARE YOU?!" As Beca desperately tried to disable the bomb, she talked. "Uh, I'm inside the building. I'm trying to defuse the bomb." She said, scrambling to stop the explosive from going off. "WHAT?!" Jessica started yelling, again. "Actually, I have a better idea." Beca said, as she ripped the bomb off of the engine, and made her way to a nearby window, only to smash it. "What was that noise?" Jessica asked, still on the phone. "I'm gonna try flying." She calmly said. "WHAT?! But you've never tried to, before!" Jessica yelled. "I know." Beca responded.
"Aren't you even a little worried?" Jessica questioned, genuinely concerned. "Worried? I'm scared shitless, Jess. But, I gotta do what I gotta do." She responded, hanging up the call.
Then, she went back a distance, readied herself, and said, "You can do this. You got this, motherfucker." Then, she began running, and jumped out the window. And, for the first few seconds, nothing happened. Then, when she calmed down, and took things slowly, she felt ready to spread her wings. And then, she began to fly. And she flew as fast as she could, away from the building, and to the nearby lake, where she hoped the bomb would be destroyed.
When she got to the lake, with only ten seconds to spare, she threw the bomb in, and counted until the timer was supposed to go off. And, when that time came, fortunately, nothing happened. Beca sighed in relief, only to then hear the sound of clapping and cheering all around her. She turned around, and saw everyone looking in awe at her. She even saw a few of the Bellas cheering her on. She also noticed Jessica winking with a knowing smile on her face.
Then, a crowd of reporters ran up to her, and began asking her questions, ranging from, "Why are you doing this?" to "Where did you come from?" But Beca made a motion that basically told them to be quiet. And the air around her was mostly silent, until one reporter raised her hand. "You. What's your question?" Beca asked. "Felicity Bradford, WSB-TV. If you're trying to be a vigilante, do you have a codename? I mean, in the comics and movies, most of them have codenames. If so, what exactly is yours?" Felicity asked. At that moment, Beca pondered what to call herself. Most of the papers had simply called her 'the girl with the grey hoodie', but it wasn't exactly a catchy name. So, she thought for a moment, before thinking of a name that she thought could stick. "My name is Thunderbird."
"Thunderbird. And why specifically that name?" Felicity questioned. Beca smiled, and said, "Because it sounds cool."
After saying this, the crowd continued with their applause. Feeling proud of herself for what she had done, no matter how crazy as it was, Beca flew off to a dark alleyway, where she could slip into her regular clothing.
After she changed into her regular clothing, she casually walked over to the crowd, and, when she saw a familiar girl with fiery red hair, who had to be Chloe, she tapped on her back. When the redhead turned around to see who tapped her, she immediately looked angry.
"Where the Hell did you go?!" She yelled. Beca sighed, but mostly because she was tired of being yelled at. "Yeah, you've got some explaining to do, shortie." Fat Amy butted in. "I somehow managed to make my way out of the building, and called the police. So, what did I miss?" Beca said, nonchalantly, as Fat Amy began to explain. "You should've been there! There was this guy who was all like, 'I'm gonna kill you all', trying to act scary, and then BOOM! This crazy, superpowered chick with a hoodie on bursts in, gets everyone out, and she kicks the crap out of the guys who were with Mr. I-Wanna-Be-A-Supervillain. Then, she takes a bomb that the guy had inside the place all along, and she throws the thing into that lake over there!"
Beca smiled, and said, "Sounds like a real hero." Jessica smirked, and decided to throw her two cents in. "Or a crazy person with good intentions." Beca looked back at the blonde. "Or that." And they began to walk away, reeling from what they had just seen and, in Beca's case, experienced. "I guess I've got an archnemesis, now. Looking on the bright side, however, at least now I know that I can fly."
Author's Note: And there's Chapter Six! We finally got to see Beca put her powers to great use! Also, there were some references to other superhero related things. I dare you to find them and point them out! If you do, I will personally congratulate you, either via email or in the Author's Note section. Anyway, thank you all for reading, please leave a review, and take care!