Hunted

A/N: After finishing season two of The Gifted, I tweaked Kylie's backstory a bit, and thus the first chapters needed to be revised. So the story has been re-uploaded with said revisions. I'll try to update as frequently as possible. Hope you guys enjoy. Reviews are appreciated, and please no flames.

XOXO~Cyber

The rain poured down over the streets of Atlanta, police sirens wailing in the distance. Two young women ran down the streets, their feet splashing in the puddles. One had dark hair with purple streaks and bright green eyes, the other had platinum hair and pale silver eyes. Both were wearing beige uniforms similar to scrubs with white long-sleeved shirts underneath.

They turned a corner with a lit up police car right on their heels. The girls skidded to a halt when they came to a dead end in their escape, the police cruiser speeding towards them.

"On the ground now!" one of the officers yelled over the car's loudspeaker. "Put your hands on your head."

The platinum blonde spun on her heels, watching as the cruiser came up on them. "We're not going back." she stated, her chest heaving. She flexed her fingers, an invisible ripple swirled up around her arms. Her eyes changed to a dark oceanic blue, "We're never going back!" she screamed, throwing her arms out in front of her as her hair changed to the same color as her eyes, a wave of water crashed over the police car.

Behind her, the other girl had created a swirling vortex, "Come on!" she yelled. Both girls jumped through it, landing in another part of the city, in another alleyway. "That was too close." the green-eyed mutant panted.

The other mutant, who's hair and eyes faded back to their original color, nodded in agreement. She got to her feet and held her hand out, "I promised you, didn't I?" she raised a brow, "We're never going back inside another cage. Not ever. Clarice, I swear."

Clarice nodded, taking her former cellmate's hand, "Yeah Ky." she caught her breath as she stood up.

The mutant, known as Kylie, gave a nod. "Come on, let's keep moving." she voted, picking up a leather knapsack and slung it across her chest, heading towards some warehouses. "Atlanta PD is all over looking for us, we need to find somewhere they can't get to us."

"Easier said than done." Clarice muttered, the two girls breaking into a sprint.

The two found an old building and broke inside, heading to a back office to try and find some new clothes, wanting to get out of their prison garments as soon as possible. After breaking open a large cabinet, they were in luck, stripping out of their soaked clothes and into some dry ones; some old jeans and loose fitting tank tops.

A rattling spooked them, causing them to look around frantically, "What was that?" Clarice asked, shrinking back into the darkness.

"I don't know." Kylie answered, throwing on a black sweater over her tank. "Just get ready to portal us out if needed." She raked her fingers through her damp hair, standing protectively in front of her cellmate.

A man, roughly twenty-five or so, carefully entered the room. When he spotted the two girls, he held his hands up defensively, "It's okay." he assured. "We're just gonna talk."

Kylie's eyes changed to a steel blue, as did her hair. She threw her hand out and a blast of ice shot from her palm, which the older mutant ducked to avoid. "Hey, hold up." he pleaded, another shot of ice fired, which he dodged. "Wait a minute!" Kylie's eyes narrowed as a light coat of frost began to cover her skin, "Whoa." he panted, "Calm down, all right?"

Clarice grabbed a stapler from the desk and was ready to throw it, still partially hiding behind Kylie, "You with the cops?" asked the green-eyed girl. "I can't go back."

"We're never going back!" spat Kylie, whose lips turned a light blue as the temperature in the room further decreased.

"We're not cops, okay?" assured the male, taking a step closer. "We heard the two of you broke out of prison and we came looking."

"I don't understand." Clarice swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Who the hell are you people?" Kylie adjusted her stance, preparing to fire another ice blast.

A dark haired girl with pale skin and hazel eyes appeared from behind the male. She held up her hand, which was surrounded by a dark green aura, and the stapler flew from Clarice's hand into hers. "Just a couple of freaks." she answered. "Same as you two."

"Look, I'm Marcos." the male mutant introduced. "This is Lorna." he motioned to the girl. "Now, trust me, we have all been where you are, or worse. We can help." Marcos reassured. Kylie lowered her hand from her prepped attack, the temperature in the room returning to normal, however her eyes and hair remained the same. "Now come with us." Marcos advised. "We can get you some place safe."

"Guys!" another male's voice called out. On reflex, Kylie held her hand out towards the door, her steel-blue eyes narrowed. The male in question was tall and muscular, with tanned skin, dark hair and matching eyes. "There's trouble."

Marcos turned to the two fugitives, "Come on, get dressed." he told them. "You're with us now." Him and Lorna left the room.

Clarice peeked through the blinds while Kylie stuffed slung her knapsack over her shoulder. "What do we do?" Clarice asked.

"Honestly, I'm taking my chances with those mutants over the Atlanta PD." Kylie breathed, brushing some hair from her face, which was now back to it's normal platinum color.

"This is the Atlanta Police Department." an officer called out. "We know the fugitives are in the building. Come out now, or we will open fire."

Kylie and Clarice hunched low in the office entryway, watching the other mutants. The woman known as Lorna stood at the window and gestured her hands in a downward motion, which sent out a wave of energy so powerful that it took out the police cruisers.

That's when the Atlanta PD opened fire. At the sound of gunshots, Kylie slid to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest, bracing her back against the wooden door-frame. Her chest heaved and she squeezed her eyes shut, the sounds of gunfire and shattering glass, along with her own rapid heartbeat is all she heard. Her hands covered her ears and she gripped her hair, her breathing getting more rapid.

The third mutant, known as John, ran through the gunfire to the two fugitive mutants. "Come on, the way out's through there." he motioned to the back of the building. There's a car in the east alley, that's where we gotta go."

Clarice nodded in understanding, turning to Kylie, "You heard him K, let's go!" When Kylie didn't even move, Clarice knelt down in front of her, "Kylie!" she shook her shoulders, "Did you get shot? What's wrong?"

John focused his hearing and picked up on Kylie's rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing. "No, she's having a panic attack." he answered, kneeling directly in front of the platinum haired mutant. "Listen, Kylie, right?" he spoke in a calm voice, getting the girl's attention, "It's Kylie?"

"Yeah." she answered through labored breaths.

"Alright, Kylie. I'm John." he moved his head to meet her eyes. "I'm here to help get you to safety. We have a car in the east alley. From there we'll take you and your friend where the police won't find you." Kylie nodded along, her breathing and heart rate leveling out. "You're among friends now. We take care of our own." John pulled her to her feet and away from the wall, keeping his hands on her forearms to steady her.

Lorna ran up to them, "Marcos is gonna buy us a getaway, we gotta get out now." she panted.

The four mutants ran for their exit, Lorna and John pulling the steel door open like it was nothing. "Go! Go!" Marcos yelled after them, the entire building suddenly becoming enveloped in light.

They ran out into the rain, a black panel van right where they left it. A few of the officers came around the side and alerted the others, drawing their weapons and firing. A bullet hit Kylie in the shoulder and she fell to the ground with a scream. She rolled to the side, her eyes and hair turning blue once more, but once she looked up, all she could see was the barrel of the officer's gun and her eyes faded back to silver. She waited for the next gunshot, and squeezed her eyes shut. All she heard was the officer grunting instead.

When she opened her eyes, Lorna was knelt beside her. "Us mutant chicks gotta stick together." she said with a smirk, her hand hovering over Kylie's shoulder. "Fair warning, this will hurt." She flexed her fingers and the bullet ripped through Kylie's skin and clothing, and hovered in Lorna's hand. Kylie let out a howl of pain and hunched over, Lorna yanking her to her feet. "Come on girl, let's go." She shoved her ahead to the open panel door.

Another gunshot rang out and Marcos groaned, falling to the ground. Lorna's head whipped in her boyfriend's direction and seeing the pained look on his face was enough to set her into a rage.

Clarice braced herself on the inside of the van, Kylie leaned against her arm, her own hand pressed to her shoulder. Blood trickled through her fingers, staining the front of the sweater.

"What happened to you back there?" Clarice asked, ripping off the other sleeve of Kylie's sweater to press against the wound.

"It's nothin." Kylie panted, her body shaking. "I just don't like guns. Too many-" she took deep, yet labored breaths, squeezing her shoulder tighter.

John and Marcos jumped into the front seats and the van sped away from the building. Marcos was bleeding from the wound on his arm and practically begging John to turn around so he could save Lorna, but John just kept driving.

"Hey, mind cluing us in on where you're taking us?" Clarice asked, hitting the passenger seat to get the guys' attention.

"Our headquarters." John answered, glancing in the rear view mirror. "It's safe, both from cops and Sentinel Services."

Clarice looked back to Kylie, who was growing paler due to blood loss. The platinum haired mutant took shallow breaths, her grip on her shoulder loosening before her hand fell to the side, blood staining her fingers.