So, I don't really like this chapter and I rewrote it several times. It doesn't flow well enough for me. Anyways, this might contain a trigger warning for assault and almost sexual assault. So there's your warning.
The two days after the Activities Fair were uneventful. Beca spent pretty much all that time cooped up in her little fort of Djing with the occasional trip to the cafe beside the Quad. Finally deciding she'd had enough of the great indoors, Beca stood up from her desk, made sure Kimmi Jin wasn't in the dorm and grabbed her black duffel bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she strode from the dorm and down towards the Quad.
The place really was beautiful. It sported the greenest grass Beca had seen in a long time, tall majestic oak and fig trees that looked as though they had stood there for thousands of years and the sun shone down in just the right way, capturing the place in all it's beauty. Of course no one Beca ever made friends with knew she liked beautiful things. They thought she sat around in dark alleys with her gothic friends complaining about drug prices. Friends Beca didn't have. In reality, what she really did every night after school was stalk the alleys and rooftops of Boston slugging every man or women who committed an offence to the innocence of the city. The Police Department hated her because they were corrupt and she was taking out criminals who they supplied weapons too. She was doing the job they were supposed to be doing.
The small brunette entered the cafe and walked to the counter before ordering a coffee to go. She didn't have to work at the Radio Station tonight so she was going to patrol Atlanta and see who needed their ass kicked. After the Activities Fair, Beca went to the Radio Station to start her internship. There she met Luke, the station manager, and officially met Jesse after he serenaded her with Kansas from his parent's car that morning. Immediately the Dj and Jesse were put to work stacking CDs and immediately the brown haired boy started flirting with her. Beca decided she would put him straight and avoid him getting a broken heart. She told him she didn't roll his way and he took it well, claiming they would be Lesbros and check out chicks together. The small brunette decided she could live with that and they chatted throughout afternoon at the station.
After receiving her coffee, Beca thanked the cashier, left the cafe and started to head towards the edge of Campus. She was going to spend her night around a club/bar area, that was about fifteen minutes away from Barden, and hope to catch a drug dealer or two. The stroll down the street towards Beca's new prowling area was uneventful and by the time she reached an alley where she could change it was already dusk. Checking her watch, it read 5:56pm, the small brunette needed to change quickly. She tossed the flannel shirt she was wearing that day into her duffel bag and pulled out a black tank top. Sliding it on, she quickly kicked off her shoes and shrugged her jeans off. Pulling a pair of black, almost Spandex, pants out, she pulled them on and slid on a pair of black boots. Finally she grabbed the black hoodie from the bag and tossed it over her tank top while flipping the hood over her head. Glancing down at herself, she made sure everything was correct before pulling the Bo-staff from the bag alongside four smoke pellets. She didn't think she needed the pellets tonight, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Checking the time again, it read 6pm and Beca decided now was as good a time as any to start prowling. The Dj turned vigilante looking above her to see a fire escape. Using a garbage can, she climbed her way onto the escape and started making her way to the roof of the building. When she reached the top, she got a grand view of the street below her. Bar to her left, night clubs to her right. A restaurant or two in between. Perfect. Tonight Beca was going to vent her anger while protecting others, one way or another.
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Chloe had been having an awful night. It started out great, she suggested to Aubrey that they should go out and relax. Aubrey, finally, agreed and the two dressed for comfort and left Barden to have dinner at a local Bar/Restaurant. They'd managed to get a four person table and sat opposite each other, discussing things from the Bella's to graduation. Chloe liked to do this once in a while. Take Bree out and let her vent, either through alcohol or through just plain old chatting. The blonde's father was always hard on her when she was little and after her mother died he just kept getting worse. Though Chloe didn't understand what it was like to have one less parent, she tried to understand how her friend felt and would constantly get her to open up. They'd started doing this dinner thing when they were at junior year in high school. There friendship was much older though. They'd been friends ever since middle school, when Aubrey threatened to shove lasagne down Chloe's top because the redhead had sat at her cafeteria table at lunch first day of term and wouldn't stop talking about the cute boys three tables away.
At that moment, in the restaurant, Aubrey was telling Chloe about how her father was disappointed because she'd gotten 96% on her one of her law essays instead of 100. This was the part when Aubrey would choke back vomit and start to shudder silently in her chair. The chirpy redhead always hated this part of their dinners and clasped Aubrey's hands that were placed firmly on the table. That was when the three men came by. They clearly weren't from Barden and looked to be in their late twenties. They were also clearly drunk.
"Hey beautiful, what's with the down face?" The buffest looking guy out of the three of them asked, while sliding into the chair beside Aubrey.
"I am fine and you need to leave." The blonde senior answered stoically and pushed away the drunk's hand that was slowly creeping towards her face.
"Dude, rejected!" The shortest of the three men howled in laughter at his friend, causing the one standing beside to do the same. The buff one sitting beside Aubrey blushed and then scowled at his entourage.
"Shut it dude! Go smack lips with the ginger!" He scoffed in return and faced Aubrey again. Chloe's friend once again slapped away his approaching hand and mouthed, 'what do we do?' to the redhead.
"Sure thing," the shorter man replied and went to slide in beside Chloe. Standing up immediately, the ginger walked around to Aubrey's side of the table and clasped her hand. She tugged her friend up and they started to walk away from the table.
"It was a pleasure gentlemen, but my friend and I have to get home." Chloe said to the drunks and kept her hand locked firmly in Aubrey's. She didn't want to start anything with the men and the least she could do was stop Aubrey from puking on them. "You okay?" She quietly asked her blonde friend who suddenly struck a rigid pose and nodded.
"You?" Aubrey asked the ginger while paying for their food.
"Fine, let's just get home before they discover their drunk courage." At that Aubrey nodded and placed her card back in her purse. They both walked towards the door hand in hand and stepped outside. It was dark out and Chloe guessed it was about 9pm. The walk back to Barden took around fifteen minutes and there were no taxis around. Cursing under her breath, the redhead led Aubrey back towards Barden.
"They're following us." Aubrey calmly announced to Chloe as they rounded a corner. Chloe could see Barden up the road, but it would still take about ten minutes to get there.
"How close?" The ginger nearly squeaked as she squeezed the blonde senior's hand.
"About ten metres. They don't look happy." The Captain of the Bellas replied and started to pick up the pace, pulling Chloe along. That's when the thumping started. Three sets of shoes smashing across the tarmac towards the two Bellas. "We need to run." Aubrey said, tugging Chloe harder. They had only just broken into a sprint when the first body smashed into Chloe. She was ripped from Aubrey's grasp and smashed into the wall of the building beside them. Chloe barely had time to register what was happening before a mouth full of alcohol started pressing against hers. Keeping her mouth closed, the redhead could hear Aubrey's shouting protests and the sharp resonating sound of slap echoing down the street. The man kissing Chloe paused and broke away to assess who had slapped who. Seeing her chance, the ginger kneed the man in his nether regions and looked towards Aubrey who was being hugged from behind by the shortest drunk.
The buff one stepped towards her blonde friend and grabbed her by the jaw with one hand. He roughly shook Aubrey about before slamming her into the wall beside them.
"Bree!" Chloe screamed but was pushed roughly against the wall again by the man she had kneed. How the hell had this happened? Chloe asked herself while struggling against the drunk man's grip.
"You're going to pay for that you soulless bitch." The man's breath was sharp and ragged as if he couldn't breathe properly. He must have still been recovering from the groin attack. Serves him right that asshole. Before the drunk could harm Chloe further, a crack sounded just beside Chloe and the man in front of her fell to his knees. A black figure stood behind him wielding a long staff. The figure looked at Chloe and then at the other two men, who had left Aubrey nursing her shoulder against the wall, and stalked towards them. The figure spun the staff around and smashed the shortest man's legs out from underneath him. He crumpled to the floor and his buff friend swung a fist at the figure. The figure ducked around him and kicked the man in the back, sending him tumbling into the wall. Despite the black figure's small frame, they were surprising strong and knocked the buff man out with one kick to the head. Noticing her chance, Chloe ran towards Aubrey and clutched her hand while checking her once over and only finding a dislocated thumb. The redhead thanked whatever being told her to study for a degree in EMT and carefully put the thumb back into place. Aubrey gasped in pain, which drew the attention of the black figure, and shoved her face into Chloe's shoulder. Standing together, Chloe clutched Aubrey tightly and looked at the figure. While the ginger was tending to her friend, the figure had rounded up the three men and leant them on a lamp post together. There was yellow Post-it note sitting on the buff man's forehead which read:
Don't try to assault people again. It really isn't nice. Next time I'll bring the police into it. - The Vigilante.
"You're letting them go?" Chloe asked 'The Vigilante' who looked towards her and shrugged. "They tried to rape my friend and I! You can't just let them go." Infuriated the ginger scowled at the figure and clutched Aubrey even tighter.
"They were drunk." The Vigilante was a women? Well of course that explains the small frame and how agile they were. Something about the voice sounded familiar though. Chloe was sure that if it was a pitch or two higher she would recognise the person before her. "They have hopefully learned from this lesson and won't do it again." At that The Vigilante turned away. "Get home safe." Then she disappeared down the dark alley to Chloe's left.
"Chloe, they were right. We need to get home." Aubrey said, grabbing the ginger's hand and breaking free of her embrace. "Let's just go home and decide what to do about this tomorrow." Nodding slightly, Chloe gripped Aubrey's hand tighter than needed and they jogged back to Barden. She just couldn't get the voice of The Vigilante from her head. Who was it?
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Beca quietly entered her dorm room, surprised to see Kimmi Jin absent, and tossed her duffel bag full of her Vigilante gear into her wardrobe. That redheaded girl and her friend Aubrey from the Activities Fair didn't know how lucky they were that Beca was around. The things those drunk men could have done to them. The Dj shook her head and sat herself down at her desk. They were lucky the small brunette was patrolling that area. She still remembers it so clearly. Decking the guy holding the ginger to wall, smashing the one holding Aubrey's feet out from underneath him and kicking the last one straight in the temple. The look on the ginger's face when she realised Beca was letting them go. Then the look of slight recognition. She recognised Beca's voice. The Dj tried to lower it to mask herself. She hoped it worked. At least the ginger didn't call her out straight away. Beca shook her head again and pulled her headphones over her ears and started to mix.
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Aubrey closed the door to her and Chloe's dorm and watched intently as Chloe slumped onto the couch. They were both trying to catch their breath after the long sprint back to Barden. Aubrey slid down the doorframe and pulled her knees up to her chest. The Captain of the Bellas couldn't erase the image of the three drunk men from her mind. She absentmindedly rubbed her still pained thumb and continued to watch her friend.
"What do we do?" Chloe finally asked, "Do we call the Police or forget it ever happened?"
"I guess we just forget it ever happened. It's not like they really did anything, so going to the police is going to achieve nothing." Aubrey sighed and watched the redhead fiddle with her hair. "You're going to have a bruise where he slammed you into the wall." She told her friend.
"I know, your finger is going to hurt for awhile as well." Chloe replied and looked up at her friend. "Are you okay?"
"For now, yes. What about you? Are you okay?" Aubrey rose to her feet and walked towards the couch Chloe was slumped on. Sitting down beside her, she enveloped the ginger in a bone crushing hug.
"I'll be fine. I'm just tired." Chloe said, answering Aubrey's question. Together they sat there for the rest of the night tangled together and listening to each other's slow steady breaths.