#HW203

[mirkwoodse]

PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK: day 3, ↳ final girl

When you’re the latest victim of a serial killer but manage to escape, how do you live with that?

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

my phone has no signal

[unholyhelbig]

ISS Immortal | #HW203

Summary:  Beca is sent on the mission of a lifetime when an odd signal is received from a ship that was meant to come home but never did.

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The air was cold in the cabin of the ship. Beca Mitchell had always expected space to be cold. There was an undeniable lack of oxygen and an even more undeniable lack of human life. She would place her nose as close to the glass as it could go and watch it fog up before using her finger to trace little designs onto the darkness.

She had read through every single book in her stash during these stretching three months. Each moment of her day was spent crossing tasks off of a checklist; make sure the windows are sealed. Refill the fuel used the night before, eat breakfast (She found that one odd until she nearly missed it a few nights in).

Beca started to reread the first novel that she picked up, her eyes wandering from the words to the vast emptiness outside. It wouldn’t be long before the shuttle made initial contact with the station on Jupiter.

It was a large and beautiful planet. Unpopulated for the most part. Her company had sent another ship before hers before they lost contact entirely. Beca’s main task, not the little ones that she put check-marks by each day, was to make contact, to swallow back her fear, and forget the static-filled final communication they had all heard.

The conference room was cold too; its walls were gray and the table that rested in the center was a dark mahogany. There was a tape recorder, its last button being pushed down as if to hold the black film in place. Aubrey Posen had her fingers pressed against one another. Her cuticles leaked crimson, which they had never done before.

Beca hated the way the chair squeaked when she sat down next to the woman. She hated the Chanel perfume that she wore and the way a charm bracelet with a little star jingled each time Aubrey shifted. Even more, she hated the way the woman stared at her, almost through her. She didn’t’ say anything, she hit the button.

1200 [10-31] Rodger. Clock.

1221 [10-31] Rodger. roll.

1222 [10-31] Rolls complete. Pitch is programed.

1223 [10-31] One bravo.

Beca clenched her jaw hard enough for it to ache. She imagined her teeth shattering. Aubrey had a stony look on her face and part of her wanted to mouth the words. She hadn’t slept. This was all standard protocol. What was Beca missing? She could run these codes in her sleep.

It burned her to hear Chloe’s voice on the tape. She sounded elated, her whole crew had been. Beca remembers the way, just five months ago, she melted into the woman’s touch. She had breathed in the licorice scent and pressed her nose into a fiery mane of hair. It was hard to let go then and hard to listen now.

Aubrey leaned forward and pushed another button on the recorder. Despite herself, Beca strained to listen to the words. They were too fast. When it finally stopped, her head pounded and her mouth was dry. Still- she sat quietly.

0900 [11-04] Houston to ISS Immortal.

0901 [11-04] Copy.

0901[11-04] Was wondering if you had AUTO optics selected. Over.

0902 [11-04] That’s Affirmative.

0903 [11-04] Roger. Looks like to us we need a PROCEED, Jessica, to get the sextant pointed at the star. Over.

They were taking pictures, marking every single star that the team before them hadn’t gotten to. Chloe had an eye for the probes and the lenses while Emily kept an amazing aim. Anyone would be proud of the team. Anyone would be proud to be there. Aubrey fast-forwarded the tape again.

0600 [11-22] ISS Immortal to Houston.

0600 [11-22] Copy.

0601 [11-22] Breach in line, hull point of ship took some damage. Over.

0602 [11-22] Stand by one.

0607 [11-22] intrusion breached. All good on our end. Over.

0608 [11-23] Nice work, Beale. Debris?

0612 [11-23] Bet you a cup of coffee on it.

0613 [11-23] Copy.

Aubrey drew in a shuddered breath. It made Beca’s lungs ache. She had forgotten about the cold of the room. The little strip of skin by her thumb had been effectively peeled away and the frigid atmosphere made it sting something fierce. Her superior reached to fast-forward the tape once more, but Beca found herself stopping her.

“wait,” she rasped. Her fingers were wrapped around Aubrey’s and they squeezed tight. “It wasn’t debris, was it?”

“No, it was. That’s what our team believes anyway.”

“Then what? They all… They all perished because of a natural thing. Something that we were all warned about when we signed up for this program. I don’t understand.”

“Something got in,” Aubrey whispered.

She hit the little button and Beca found herself withdrawing her touch. She placed her hands in her lap like she was sitting in the last pew in a church instead of in a stuffy board room with a woman who could barely keep her sweet emotions in check.

0614 [11-24] Houston to ISS Immortal

0614 [11-24] ISS Immortal, do you copy?

0614 [11-24] Copy. We copy. Medic standby.

0614 [11-24] Stacie? Over.

0614 [11-24] Negative, she’s indisposed. Over.

0615 [11-24] ISS Immortal, what is the issue?

0616 [11-24] Emily is sick. Stacie soon after.

“It started with a fever. That soon progressed to chills and vomiting. It was bile at first, whatever they could keep down. And then it was blood. Chloe said it was more than she had ever seen.” Aubrey leaned back in her chair. That stoic, medical side of her started to shine through again. But it was quickly outweighed by sadness. “They were the two who repaired the damage the day before.”

“It could have been anything,” Beca cupped the back of her neck and dug her nails into the soft skin until it burned.

“But it wasn’t, Beca. It was something none of us could explain. We heard it all.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You have to.”

“No.” She slammed the edge of her fist into the table. It shook that retched tape recorder and the chairs that remained unoccupied around them. Aubrey didn’t flinch, though her vacant stare made her regret the action. The side of her hand was numb and then it tingled with feeling. “You want me to listen to all of them die? My team? You think that’s easy for me?”

“It’s not supposed to be easy Beca. It’s going to prepare you.” She didn’t’ wait for another objection before starting the tape again. Beca wanted to plug her ears and scream until everything was drowned out. But instead, she rubbed the side of her hand and cursed herself for injuring it in the first place.

1245 [11-24] ISS Immortal to Houston

1245 [11-24] Copy

1246 [11-24] Emily is dead. Do you copy?

1249 [11-24] We copy.

1250 [11-24] What do we do now?

1253 [11-24] Standby. Over.

Beca felt as if she wanted to get sick herself. She regretted the big lunch. Chloe’s sullen words sunk to the bottom of her stomach like a ton of bricks. They had prepared them for everything, it seemed; the hull busting, running out of oxygen, every single machine aboard the ship failing them in a single moment. But not this; not some unknown illness.

“They put her,” Aubrey swallowed roughly “They put the body in the storage compartment and kept an eye on Stacie. That’s what Chloe said. It was the last thing… it was the last thing she said before what I’m about to play you next, and Beca?”

“Bree,”

“What you are about to hear does not leave this room. It doesn’t. And if it does I will not hesitate to put you in the ground myself. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

It seemed like an eternity before Aubrey finally hit the button. Once she did, there was nothing but static and distress. The formalities were gone and the screaming had stared. Beca wanted to move her fingers up to her throat because she knew theirs would be raw and torn and filling slowly with the taste of blood.

0467 [11-26] Houston… Fuck. Houston respond.

0469 [11-26] ISS Immortal, we’re here. You’ve been dark for two days. Over.

0470 [11-26] Bree? Bree is that you. God damn it, I’m so happy to hear your voice.

0471 [11-26] What’s happening up there, Chloe? Signal not clear.

0471 [11-26] She wasn’t dead, or maybe she was, and then whatever made her sick brought her back.

0471 [11-26] Emily?

0473 [11-27] Shit… yeah, yes. Emily. She was fine and then she wasn’t. And then there was blood. So much fucking blood.

0473 [11-27] Copy. Where are you now?

0476 [11-27] Houston to ISS Immortal, do you copy?

0478 [11-27] Chloe, do you copy?

0479 [11-27] I copy. I’m in the bottom brig. I can hear her walking above me. She can hear me too, I’m betting. I’m sorry, Aubrey. I knew you were counting on this to go well.

0479 [11-27] No, Chloe. It’s alright. Stay quiet.

0480 [11-27] You still owe me that cup of coffee.

0480 [11-27] Sure. We’ll go to that little shop on 9th. Stay quiet now, okay?

0497 [11-27] Houston to ISS Immortal.

0520 [11-27] ISS Immortal, do you copy?

Beca had been going through the motions, keeping her mind focused on those little tasks that she was given. She didn’t’ know the difference between day and night, fine and far from it. When her eyelids did grow heavy enough to close, she would hear Chloe’s voice. The screaming and the static, and she would jolt awake.

Aubrey had called this a rescue mission, but it felt more like suicide to the young pilot. They held onto false hope that Chloe had somehow made it, that the thing… whatever it was, that took all of them, moved on and left them to their own devices.

Chloe was strong, she was determined, and she scared the hell out of Beca on a good day. But it wasn’t a good day, it was a bad one. It was the worst one that Beca could remember. The rest had blurred into games of chess with herself, that horrible crackling static of the radio, and her own foolish hope.

She was awoken one night, or maybe it was day, to the sound of an easy alarm and the flashing red light of the controls on the right panel. A foreign object had struck the side of the craft and the radio was crackling with noise. She was sweating despite the cold.

“Houston to ISS Condemnation, do you copy? Beca do you copy?”

Aubrey’s voice was frantic. She groaned as she pulled herself out of the uncomfortable position that she had landed in. Her neck was aching, a pinch moving down her arm and to the base of her skull each time she quirked it a certain way.

“Yes, I copy.”

“Our sensors are going haywire, is everything okay up there?”

Beca looked around at the packaged meals that were strewn about and the black and white chess pieces that threatened to float through the air had they not been secured. She traced her fingers over the patch on her breast and the other on her wrist.

She pressed the small button on the side of the radio “I bet you a cup of coffee it was debris.”

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

THIS IS A DAY LATE I’M REALLY SORRY!! The first of a two parter fic for @pitchhorrorweek, based on Day 3′s Final Girls prompt (I’m hoping to get part two done today as well but y’know life). 

This is the third installment of the Vampire Hunters Incorporated universe that I accidently created, here is Part One and Part Two

Enjoy!

May The Best Woman Win

PART ONE - The Monster and the Witch

Rating: T

Pairings: Bechloe, Staubrey (pining idiots version)

Summary: Whilst hunting for vampires, the VH Inc stumble across an old enemy of Beca's. Could this be the end of Vampire Hunters Incorporated before it's even really begun?

[bechloeislegit]

PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2020

DAY THREE (#HW203) Final Girls

WARNING: Mention of rape.

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"STOP!" A voice screamed out in the night, waking Chloe and several of the Bellas.

"What the Hell?" Chloe mumbled, sitting up in her bed.

"NO! Please stop!" The voice screamed out again. "Help!"

"Beca!" Chloe yelled and jumped from her bed.

Chloe ran out of her room and toward the attic door. Stacie and CR were close behind her.

"Beca!" Chloe called out as she opened the door and started up the stairs.

Chloe got to the top of the stairs and saw Beca thrashing about in her bed. Stacie and CR stood back as Chloe hurried over to the bed.

"Beca, wake up," Chloe said as she sat on the side of the bed and grabbed Beca's flailing arms. "You're okay. It's okay. You're having a bad dream. Wake up. I'm here. You're safe. I'm here."

Beca stopped flailing about. Chloe pulled Beca to her and held her tight. She murmured soothing words in Beca's ear as she ran a comforting hand up and down Beca's back.

"Is she okay?" Stacie asked.

CR started to say something but stopped herself when she realized Beca was crying.

"Beca, could you look at me, please?" Chloe said softly, pulling back to look at Beca. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so-sorry," Beca stuttered while wiping at her tears. "I didn't mean to wake you. Any of you."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chloe asked.

"It's okay, Beca," Stacie said. "We're here for you."

"Yeah, Beca," CR said. "Whatever you need, we're here."

Beca nodded at Chloe and Chloe looked over her shoulder at Stacie and CR. "Do you guys mind leaving us alone?"

"No!" Beca said quickly. "They can stay. It's okay. I feel safer with the three of you here."

Stacie nodded and she and CR sat on Amy's bed, looking over at Beca.

"Go ahead, Beca," Stacie said. "Tell us what caused your nightmare."

(^_^) Pitch Perfect Halloween Week 2020 - Day Three (^_^)

Beca wiped her eyes and stared down at her hands.

"Do you remember the Bigfoot Killings that happened about five years ago?" Beca asked. "It happened in Falmouth Town Forest near Portland, Maine, and made nationwide news."

"I remember that," Stacie said. "It happened around this time of year. It wasn't really Bigfoot that killed those people but some guy dressed like Bigfoot, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," Beca said, leaning into Chloe more. "Do you know what the term Last Girl means?"

"Isn't that something from horror movies?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," CR said. "And it's usually a white girl virgin who kills the killer and escapes."

Beca let out a teary laugh and said, "I didn't know what it meant until a cop used the term for me."

Beca sat for a moment not saying anything; Chloe's arms tightened around her.

"Wait," Stacie said, sitting up to stare at Beca. "Are you saying you're the Last Girl from the Bigfoot Killings?"

Chloe's eyes widened as she looked expectantly at Beca.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Beca mumbled. "And, I had to kill a man to save myself."

The three other Bellas looked at each other before returning their gaze to Beca.

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" CR asked.

"Beca, you don't have to tell us anything," Chloe said quickly.

"I need to tell someone," Beca said. "I keep having nightmares where I relive the whole night over and over again. Maybe if I tell you guys the whole story, the nightmares will stop."

"Didn't you tell the cops what happened?" Stacie asked.

"Not all of it," Beca whispered.

"What do you mean by not all of it?" Chloe asked.

"I left out a few things," Beca said. "I couldn't stand the idea of having to repeat some of the things that were done to me before I was found."

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said, hugging her tightly. "Just tell us what you want to tell us. You can leave the rest out."

"I'm not even sure where to start," Beca said.

"The beginning is always a good place to start," CR said.

Beca nodded. "Okay. So, um, some friends and I had heard that Bigfoot was seen in the Falmouth Town Forest just outside Portland, Maine, where I lived at the time with my mom. So, a small group of us decided to camp out in the Forest to look for Bigfoot. We were all just sixteen and thought it would be so cool to find and photograph Bigfoot. We wanted to be on the news; instead, we became the news."

"How many of you went?" Stacie asked.

"Counting me, there were five of us," Beca answered. "There was Jeanie, my best friend at the time, and her boyfriend, Derek, along with Bo and Stephen; they were Derek's cousins. We drove to the forest in Bo's truck that we loaded with camping gear, cameras, and food."

Beca took a deep breath and let it out; she got a faraway look in her eye and started talking in a monotone voice.

It was a Friday night and we got to the park just before dark and set up camp. The three boys started horsing around and ran off. It was dark and we couldn't see where they went. Jeanie and I yelled for them to stop being assholes and come back. We were getting scared because it was quiet. Really quiet. Suddenly, Bo came out of the darkness and grabbed me; Derek grabbed Jeanie. We both screamed and I punched Bo. The guys laughed at us and decided it was time to settle down for the night, so we did.

Stacie, CR, and Chloe looked at each other and waited for Beca to continue.

The next morning we woke up and Stephen was missing. We yelled for him, but he never answered us, so Derek said we should start looking for Bigfoot and maybe we'd find Stephen while we were searching.

After about half an hour, Jeanie asked, "What's that?" She was pointing at a group of men off in the distance.

"Looks like the military," Derek said.

"Or hunters," Bo said. "Their outfits are more camouflage than military issue."

"I don't like this," I said. "We should head in the opposite direction from them."

"I agree," Bo said. "Let's get the Hell out of here."

Derek and Jeanie agreed and so we used the trees to block us from their view and we made our way in a different direction. We had only gone about thirty yards when Jeanie let out a blood-curdling scream. Bo and I ran to see why she was screaming and we saw a body. It looked bad, really bad. Bo turned his head and vomited. I was close to doing the same.

"Is that Stephen?" I asked, swallowing to keep from losing my breakfast.

"I'm afraid so," Derek said.

Jeanie was screaming and crying. I heard voices yelling and turned to Jeanine, and whisper-yelled at her to shut the fuck up. Derek grabbed her and slapped her, which stunned her enough to make her stop screaming. Suddenly, Derek got this look on his face and just fell face-first into the dirt.

"Quit fucking around, Derek," Bo yelled.

I looked at Derek and said, "I don't think he's fucking around. I think he's dead."

"Shit, shit, shit," Bo said, turning in circles. "What the fuck is going on around here."

I looked closer at Derek and could see an arrowhead coming out of his back. "He's been shot with an arrow," I told Bo.

Jeanie screamed again and started crying. She dropped down next to Derek and tried to get him to wake up and get up.

Suddenly, a big hairy thing came out of the woods, holding a crossbow.

"Run!" Bo yelled as he pushed me in front of him, and grabbed Jeanie's arm.

We ran for all we were worth. The next thing I know, I hear something hit the ground and turn to see Bo writhing on the ground. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and told me to get the Hell out of there.

Jeanie ran past me, and I followed her. I looked back over my shoulder but didn't see anyone or anything chasing us.

"Jeanie, stop!" I cried out.

It took a few minutes but Jeanie finally stopped and I was able to catch up to her.

"We need to get back to camp," I told Jeanie, as I tried to get my breathing under control. "We can take the truck and get out of here."

"We don't have the keys," Jeanie said, breathing just as heavily as I was. "I saw Bo put them in his pocket before we left camp. He probably still has them."

"Shit!" was all I could think to say. "We have to go back and get the keys."

We both looked back to where we left Bo and Derek.

"Come on," I told Jeanie, taking her hand and walking back the way we had just come.

We move slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. I heard a sound like someone walking through the woods and pulled Jeanie down next to me, whispering, "Shhh!"

We remained motionless as we watched the big, hairy thing stalk off into the woods to our left.

"Let's go," I whispered as I stood, pulling Jeanie up with me.

It took a while but we finally found Bo's body. I turned him slightly and reached into his pocket and found the keys.

"Got 'em," I said, holding them up so Jeanie could see.

I saw Jeanie's eyes go wide and she looked panicked as she stared at something over my shoulder.

"What?" I whispered.

Jeanie didn't answer, she just kept staring, so I slowly turned around to see four guys in camouflage watching us.

"Well, well," one of the guys said. "Look what we have here. I think our night just got a lot less lonely."

I turned back to look at Jeanie and she had tears running down her face. I reached out to her but was grabbed from behind before my hand touched her. I was thrown on the ground and another guy threw Jeanie down next to me. I screamed and fought with everything I had in me, but they were bigger and stronger. They, um, they took . . ."

"We get it, Beca," Chloe said, wiping tears from her eyes. "You don't have to continue this part"

"Thanks," Beca said, wiping her own tears. "Anyway, after they were done, they pointed their guns at us. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball. I heard a shot and flinched from how close it was to me. I realized Jeanie was quiet and knew that she was dead. I expected to hear more shots at any second, but instead I heard bodies hitting the ground. I opened my eyes and the four guys were laying there with arrows in them. I heard a sound and when I looked up, there was Bigfoot pointing the crossbow at me. I noticed a gun near my hip where one of the guys fell, so I grabbed it and started shooting. After the first shot, I felt a pain in my side but kept shooting until the guy fell. I kept pulling the trigger even though the bullets were all gone. I dropped the gun and laid there crying for a while before I was able to get myself up. I wanted to pull the arrow out of my side but was afraid it would make things worse. It took a while, but I made it back to the camp and managed to get into Bo's truck where I passed out."

"Is that the end of it?" Stacie asked, tears running down her face.

"Not quite," Beca said.

"Jesus Christ," CR said muttered, wiping her hands down her face. "How much more could there be?"

"Not much more," Beca said. "I, uh, stayed in the truck until the police found me around dawn the next morning. I had remained unconscious until then. They had found the bodies of my friends, the hunters, and Bigfoot before they found me. I told them most of what happened, except my r-rape. I just told them I saw them rape Jeanie and lied and said no when they asked if I was raped as well. I don't think the cop believed me, but he didn't push me on it."

Beca sniffed. "I spent two weeks in the hospital because the wound from the arrow got infected."

Stacie got up and jumped on the bed to pull Beca into a hug.

"If you need anything, just ask," Stacie told her. "I'll even stay up with you when you have a nightmare."

"Count me in, too," CR said, leaning all three girls in a hug.

"I think it goes without saying that I'm here for you, Beca," Chloe said.

"Thanks, you guys," Beca said. "Why don't you all go back to bed? I'm feeling much better having told the story. I promise I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?" CR asked. At Beca's nod, Stacie and CR left Beca's bedroom.

"Goodnight, girls," Chloe called out.

"You should get some rest, too, Chloe," Beca said.

"I'm not going anywhere," Chloe said and laid down next to Beca. "I'm staying here tonight."

"You don't have to," Beca said.

"I know I don't have to," Chloe said. "I want to. Now get comfy so I can cuddle you while you sleep."

Beca sighed and let Chloe spoon her. She looked over her shoulder at Chloe when Chloe let out a big sigh.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked.

"Would it be weird if I asked to see your scar?" Chloe asked.

"Why do you want to see it?"

"I want to know how I could have missed an arrow scar on your body when I saw all of you in the shower," Chloe said.

Beca chuckled and lifted her shirt. "It went through my body so I have two scars. The entry is here," Beca touched her front right side. "And the exit was here." Beca touched the back right side of her body.

Beca held her shirt up and Chloe lightly ran a hand over both scars, causing Beca to shiver slightly.

"I thought it would look bigger," Chloe said.

"It may look small," Beca said. "But, it hurt like a bitch."

"Thank you for sharing your story with us," Chloe said quietly. "I'm glad you lived through all that. I, uh, I love having you around."

"I love being around," Beca said, covering her mouth when she yawned. "Sorry. It's really late and we should try and get some sleep."

"Okay," Chloe said, snuggling close to Beca. She kissed the back of Beca's head and said, "Goodnight, Becs."

"Thanks for staying with me, Chlo," Beca mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

[emilyjunk]

Pitch Perfect Horror Week - Day 3: Final Girls

Day 3 Summary:  Beca and Emily give themselves a moviecation to learn how to kill vampires. The Bellas give Beca and Emily a shocking surprise.

Read on AO3: [Day1] [Day2] [Day3]

[acca-pitch]

My submission for Pitch Perfect Horror Week Day 3 - Final Girls 

Fandom: Pitch Perfect (movies) 

Rating: Teen and Up 

Warnings: Everyone dies... that's the prompt, sorry? Also, mention of blood and violence, but nothing too graphic.

Summary: The Bellas attend a party at a haunted college campus that leads to a night they didn’t expect. Each character goes through something different related to the prompt for that Horror Week day.

[pitchhorrorweek]

Don’t Freak Out, it’s Day #3

There is a ranking to every horror movie, a system that determines who exactly makes it to the end. Which Bella is your Final Girl?

Today’s super spooky theme is Final Girls!

Make sure to tag your posts #HW203 so we can locate your beautiful submissions and show them some much deserved love!

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[pitchhorrorweek]

Horror Week 2020 Themes!

Hi Freaks & Creeps! It’s officially time for Horror Week 2020! 

Please make sure to reblog & share to spread the spooky word.

DAY ONE (#HW201): Creature Feature/ Cryptids

DAY TWO (#HW202): Unusual Familiars

DAY THREE (#HW203): Final Girls

DAY FOUR (#HW204): Possession

 DAY FIVE (#HW205): Cursed objects

DAY SIX (#HW206): Summer Camp

DAY SEVEN (#HW207): Haunted Circus 

Remember to tag your entries with the hashtag right next to the day so we can check them out! We can’t wait to see what you guys have planned for October 19th- October 25th! At risk of sounding too much like a teacher, have fun with it!

You can submit fanfiction, fanart, mood boards, video edits, honestly whatever sparks your interest. As long as it has to do with the theme and Pitch Perfect than it’s okay in our book! 

Please make sure you use that handy dandy hashtag next to each day so we can actually locate your masterpieces 

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