Alright everyone, I was inspired to write a fanfiction for The Gifted since season 2 comes back in September. I know in season 2 they are doing Hellfire Club, but, the way I am setting this up is after the Hellfire Club . . . think of this story taking place a year or so after that. I feel that a character that would be perfect for The Gifted would be Rachel Summers because she's the daughter of Scott Summers and Jean Grey from an alternate reality in which she is their first and only daughter. We were teased an image of the character during season one when we saw the Hound program and there was a redheaded girl sitting in a cell that happened to look very much like Rachel's comic counterpart. I wanted to write this because I love giving characters a tortured backstory, so, here we go with Leave Out All The Rest. If you like what you see, then by all means, favorite, follow and review for more chapters to come.

'This right here means psychic communication and thoughts'

Rated M for themes of violence, explicit language and sexual content. Discretion is advised!


She could feel herself breaking down, physically, emotionally and mentally.

The tears soaked her face as she felt the heavy amount of sea water pouring over her head as she let out a violent sob. She was still wearing the collar that she had worn as a Hound mutant, but at this point, she was left in a filthy, torn gown and her underwear. She was tied down to her chair with plastic zip-ties around her wrists, which were embedded deeply into her flesh and cutting into her skin, the blood around her wrists soaking her hands as well.

No seventeen-year-old should ever have to be put through something like this.

This girl's name was Rachel Summers. And she knew why she was here . . . she was the daughter of Scott Summers – Cyclops, and Dr. Jean Grey, two of the founding members of the X-Men. Of course, that was why she was here. She was here because she was the daughter of a woman who was viewed as a weapon of mass destruction.

For Rachel Summers, the Phoenix Force was in her blood. Her mother had been a host for the Phoenix, and it got passed down to Rachel as a result of Rachel being her daughter. The raw, unlimited power pumped in her veins, granting her power of matter manipulation, energy absorption, space and time control, pyro-kinesis, advanced telekinesis and telepathy and a variety of other cosmic powers that were on a God-like scale beyond anyone's wildest dreams.

It had all started with 7/15, the day that everything for mutants went to shit.

Rachel had been in the Xavier Institute, training in the Danger Room with the other children of the institute and Professor X supervising their training. She had wanted to go to the protest that day, the peaceful protest, but, her mom and dad insisted that she stay home with Uncle Xavier, because the last time she had been to one of the counter-protests standing up for mutant rights, a bullet had nearly shot at her right through Auntie Ororo. That was why her father and mother had insisted she stay home the day of 7/15, because they didn't want to see anything bad happen to their only daughter.

That was when things turned for the worse.

Something had gone wrong at the protest, and as a result, almost all the mutants there disappeared. After those events, that was when the Xavier Institute had gotten attacked by federal troops, who had bombed the mansion. When they had gone inside to collect all the burned, bloody dead bodies, they had gone inside to see that Rachel had been the sole survivor there, coughing from the smoke with blood running down the side of her face as she laid beside the dead body of Professor Charles Xavier.

As a result, the troops had collared her and injected her with the Kick drug. She had gotten dragged to the Hound Program HQ where she had been tortured brutally, being forced to arrest and kill fellow mutants. However, ever since the Hound program discontinued, Rachel had been transferred to an HQ for the Friends of Humanity.

Friends of Humanity . . . the representation of everything that was so inhuman, Rachel couldn't see how they could have any humanity at all.

It was in this horrible place that she would have begged to have been a Hound again.

In this place, Rachel was treated with nothing but humiliation. Slurs and words like 'bitch', 'freak', 'mutie' and 'whore' were tossed at her constantly. She had been stripped of the clothing she had worn in the Hound program to a dirty, torn gown and only her underwear, being forced to stand against a wall and be whipped across her back, leaving her back covered in dirty, bloody, infected scratches. She was barely allowed to shower, and she was deprived of food and water, only being allowed to eat disgusting gruel that was cold and shoved down her throat, but, there was no point in that because she would just vomit it back up again. She was tortured every hour of every day with no one there to listen to the sound of her cries but the cruel and heartless guards from the Friends of Humanity. She was spat on, water boarded, beaten black and blue and sexually assaulted at least every hour. There were no breaks. At this point, she had several nasty, infected cuts on her forehead, and she had finger markings around her throat that had left her neck bruised due to her being choked so many times. She would have an electrical rod shoved against her stomach, torturing her with the shocks of electricity. As far as she knew, this has been going on for a full year.

Currently, she had a gag in her mouth, which was what the guards resulted to now because she wouldn't stop screaming. They got sick of hearing her screaming . . .

Rachel let out a violent sob as she felt the guards starting to beat her again, kicking her and punching her in the stomach and chest. Only one thought could run through her mind at this point.

'Mom . . . Daddy . . .'


Alright everyone, that's my prologue . . . let me know what you think and be sure to leave reviews here on the fanfiction website, or send them to me via PM-

Danielle.