A/N: Hello, everyone. So, I'm gonna take a break from my other story, Ricochet. I kind of realized that a lot of people have the same kind of plot, so I wanted to come up with something different. I recently finished the old Heroes and I really wanted to do something with superpowers or something like that. I hope you guys like this story. Please leave reviews! Thank you, everyone!

Chapter One

Beca Mitchell was an outcast. She kept to herself, mostly. The only person she let into her life so far was her best friend, Fat Amy. She was still confused as to why the girl called herself that, but she learned not to question the Austrailian. The blonde moved to her neighborhood when Beca was still in middle school. They were the same age and happened to be in most of the same classes. They eventually bonded, Amy's eccentric personality becoming increasingly amusing to the shorter girl. Now they were practically inseparable.

The brunette usually sat at home, going to Amy's house on occasion. However, there was this little problem called college that her father was forcing her to go to. She wanted nothing more than to get out of Atlanta and go to somewhere more spontaneous like L.A. or New York. Beca had lived in Atlanta for a long time and quite frankly, she was getting bored. She argued with her father countless times about how she wouldn't be happy with this and it was just a waste of money. Her father wouldn't listen, though. Beca was in her room, talking to Fat Amy on the phone.

"This is complete bullshit," Beca huffed, plopping herself on her bed. She looked around her room full of posters of older bands like Green Day and Sum 41, "Like, it would probably be cheaper to ship me off to L.A. than going to college. I mean, last time I checked, it isn't free."

"Well, your father being a professor there probably cuts down on the price, Beca," Fat Amy sighed. This was probably about the ten-thousandth time they'd had this conversation. Mr. Mitchell wasn't going to change his mind about it and Beca was pissed. Unfortunately, Amy was the one to get an earful, "It's only one year. You could even find the perfect guy," she laughed.

Beca chuckled, thinking about how she hadn't come out to her friend as gay yet. Oh well, it'd come up eventually, "I don't see that happening, trust me." She stared at the ceiling, "I really hate this, though."

"Hey, at least you're not going alone. Yours truly is coming with you and luckily your dad pulled some strings and got us a dorm together," the Austrailian smiled. She was trying anything to cheer Beca up now. It made her a little upset that the brunette wanted to up and leave after being friends for so long, but she knew it was bound to happen at some point. That's just how life was. After high school, people forget who they grew up with, move away, and start their own lives.

"Yeah, I'm glad about that. This is just really fucking dumb. God, at least I'll be away from him and the step-monster," she muttered.

Fat Amy laughed. She'd always found the nickname Beca had given the woman amusing. It really suited her, "There you go, looking on the bright side!"

Beca shook her head, "Yeah, whatever. This is all just stressing me out. You want to go hang out or something today? I need to get out of this house. The atmosphere is literally killing me."

"It's literally killing you? Like you're about to drop dead," the blonde chuckled.

"Yes, I'm going to die if I don't get out now," Beca retorted, "Just meet me at Jenny's, okay?"

"Aye-aye, Cap'n," Amy shouted.

Beca pulled the phone away from her ear, wincing, "Jesus, do you gotta yell?"

"Actually, my name's Fat Amy, but close enough. And yes, I gotta yell," she grinned.

"Shut up, loser. I'll see you in a few," the brunette laughed, hanging up before Amy had a chance respond.

It was starting to get dark outside and Beca knew she wasn't supposed to be out of the house right now as her father told her to go up to her room and think about how she was speaking to him and his wife. She really hated the step-monster. She didn't know why she even had any say in it. The woman wasn't her mother and shouldn't have had any say in anything in Beca's life. She was a family ruiner. She took her father away from her at a young age, only to be reunited married and forced into living with them when her mother was declared unfit to raise her.

Her mother had started drinking heavily when her father left. Eventually, one of the neighbors got concerned and called the police. Much to Beca's disappointment, she was forced to move in with her father, a man she blamed for her mother's addiction and her own trust issues, and a woman she didn't even know.

But Beca was eighteen now, and she thought she could do what she wanted. A man who abandoned her, only taking her back when forced to, shouldn't be the one telling her what to do. Especially not when she was her age. The only reason she had to listen to him about going to college was the fact that she needed help getting to L.A. or New York or wherever she was going when she was finally free.

She sighed, placing pillows under her blankets and locking her door. She turned on her stereo, blaring music and changed her clothes into something less noticeable in the dark. She wore black pants, a gray shirt, and a black jacket over it. As she opened the window, she grabbed her beanie and pulled her hood up. Even though it was summer, she wore it all to stay unnoticed. She didn't need her dad on her case about sneaking out too.

Luckily, her room faced the side of the house so she could easily get out unnoticed. She grabbed her skateboard, which she kept right outside her window on the roof, and slid down a beam to get safely to the ground. After glancing around to make sure she hadn't been caught, she slipped through a broken part in the fence and took off.

Beca loved the rush of adrenaline she got when she snuck out. Almost as much as when she was riding her skateboard. She loved the feeling of the wind blowing past her as she glided across the concrete effortlessly. People always seemed to look at her as she passed by, which she didn't like as much, but she learned to tolerate it when she started to skate. Skating usually brought attention and was one of the only things that Beca purposely did that drew that much attention. The only other thing she did was music.

No one had heard her stuff yet, other than Amy, but she wanted to be a DJ one day. She loved mashing up songs and she was decent at it. That's why she wanted to go to someplace like L.A. to get more experience. Fat Amy supported her in her dreams and she was glad for that, but she really wished her family was as supportive as her best friend.

As Beca was nearing Jenny's, a friend of Amy's who always had some sort of party going on, she slowed and eventually stopped riding the skateboard, picking it up and stashing it in some bushes once she got there. She knocked on the door, barely surprised when Amy answered the door, "What took you so long, short stack?"

"Had to sneak out. Parental figures aren't too happy with me right now," she winked.

"Are they ever happy with you?" Fat Amy asked.

"No, they're not," Beca laughed, "Where are the drinks at?"

"Follow me," the blonde grinned, leading her to the keg and red plastic cups.

The aspiring DJ quickly downed a cup, "I plan to get hammered. I wonder how much grief I can cause my father and the step-monster."

"Stay comprehensive enough to get home," Amy laughed, getting another cup herself.

Beca nodded, filling her glass up again, "Yes, mom."

Fat Amy laughed again, "Now go have fun, squirt." she sent her off with a slap on the ass, turning to go find some of her other friends.

Beca shook her head and chuckled. The Austrailian had all sorts of nicknames for her. She didn't mind most of them, but a couple bugged her, such as the one she'd just used. Usually, Fat Amy didn't use them, but she knew her friend was drinking so she must have forgotten. Eventually, she went to go mingle with people, a thing she only did when she'd had a couple drinks already.

Some guy walked up to her later that night, "Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," she replied. She'd been drunk, but not drunk enough to fall for what the boy said next.

"You're really pretty, we should go somewhere," he grinned, trying to put an arm around him.

She shoved him away, "No, thanks."

He tried again, "Come on, don't be that way."

Beca pushed him harder this time, "Not interested, dude!"

This time, he stumbled back, running into a shelf and knocking off what looked to be a very expensive...something. Beca couldn't tell because it was shattered.

"Dude!" she heard a voice shriek. It was Jenny, "That was like $4,000! My mom is gonna kill me!"

"I'm sorry, this jerk here was hitting on me and not getting the point that I wasn't interested," Beca crossed her arms.

Jenny stared at him for a moment, "Greg, is this true?"

"O-of course not, babe. This bitch is just making it up to save her ass," Greg quickly replied.

"I think you should leave, Beca," Jenny frowned.

Beca scoffed, "You're really gonna leave that bullshit? Whatever, this party sucked anyways," she downed the rest of her drink and walked out the door, grabbing her skateboard. The brunette decided to go for a trip around the city, walking because she knew she wouldn't have enough balance to ride the skateboard. She didn't want to embarrass herself.

As she walked around the city, she made her way to a somewhat busy street. It was odd that it was busy this late at night, but Beca paid no mind to it. She just wanted to clear her mind. She wanted to come up with a plan to get through her freshman year in college and then make her way out of Atlanta.

She wasn't paying attention while she was thinking and bumped into someone. She was about to mumble an insult when her eyes met with bright blue ones and hair red enough it looked like it was on fire, "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered.

"It's okay," the redhead smiled, walking past her. However, the girl tripped, stumbling into the road.

Beca saw a car coming that clearly couldn't see her, "Watch out!" she yelled, reaching out to grab her. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut, fearing she wouldn't reach the girl in time. She didn't know what happened, but she felt a body slam against her own. She stumbled backward, slamming into a wall of a building. She heard a loud horn going past and opened her eyes. The redhead's body was the one that sent her flying into the wall. The girl was staring at her, eyes wide.

What the hell?