A/N: A basic introduction to Raz's powers...

She control waves of light and sound, such as creating red light from white light or defeaning a person with a snap of her fingers. She can also hear everything in a ten-mile radius.

A basic introduction to Raz's looks...

Find out in the story! You will also find parts of her back-backstory in here. As in, her growing up and such.

Written from my OC's PoV...

My ponytail flaps in the breeze. It's a beautiful day, but I don't have the time to enjoy it. My bike's wheels whir as I push the pedals as fast as I can. Sam, my brother, pedals next to me. His breath is raspy; loud, even. No, I tell myself. Don't think about the power. Ignore it. I can hear the man's pounding feet behind us.
"You won't escape me!" He shouts. I glance back; the man is still several yards behind us, but gaining quickly. Suddenly an idea comes to my head. I slam on my rear-wheel brakes, my bike squealing in protest. Sam stops too.
"What are you doing?" He demands.
"Cover your ears," I reply. My voice sounds amazingly loud. I point at the man and open my hand.

One week earlier...

I tapped my pencil on my desk. My room was otherwise noiseless. Well, not completely. I could still hear the talking and laughing of the TV voices, Mom's nails clicking on her keyboard, Sam's breathing in his basement bedroom. My hearing had improved immensely sincee the days before. When everything was still slightly normal...I shook the thought away. I scribbled some on my sheet of paper, then turned back to the sounds. Mom's heartbeat, Sam's pencil scratching, Dad's little snores as he slept. They were impossible for me to ignore. Dad's feet twitching, the dog's tail wagging, the gentle whoosh of water in the pipes. The swish of the wind through the leaves, the tap of a branch on the back door, the creak of a tree trunk. They were driving me nuts. I fought to return to my homework. My long black bangs fell in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see my math. I brushed them aside, setting down my pencil in the process.
"Forget this," I sighed. The wheels of my chairs squealed as I pushed the chair backwards. My shoes squeaked on the hardwood floors. Then I heard it. The steady slick-thump of a car's pistons and the zip of tires on the pavement as it drove down the road. I heard the quiet drone of a businesswoman's voice come from the car's interior. She sounded vaguely familiar, and I struggled to place her with the millions of different voices in my head. Then I realized it-that was the CPS woman! I nearly threw my door off its hinges in my mad scramble downstairs. Mom didn't even glance up from her computer as I raced past. My feet pounded on the basement steps as I clambered down.
"Sam!" I gasped as I flung his door open. "The CPS lady is coming! I think she's going to take us away!"
Immediately my brother was up and out of his chair, his huge hands resting on my shoulders like mittens. "How do you know?"
"I...I..." I searched for a way to explain to my brother how I found out. "I heard her."
"How? Is she outside?"
"She's about three miles out, I would say. Stuck as a stoplight now."
"Then how could you hear her?"
"Sam...I think...I think I'm a mutant." My last words came out in a burst. Sam let out what seemed to be a sigh of relief.
"Sam?" I asked.
"Watch." He replied. One hand came of my shoulder. In his palm a ball of something blue and sparking formed.
"What is that?" I questioned him.
"Energy. Electricity. I don't know. I do know how I got it."
"How?"
"Do you know Gambit?"
"What kind of question is that? Everyone knows Gambit!"
"Raz..." Sam looked deep into my eyes. "We're his children."

Present Day

I think about Sam's words as I wait for our pursuer to get closer. If Gambit is our father, is our mother really our mother? Who is our real mother if she isn't? The man is only three yards away. He needs to be closer...

Two days ago...

My father was shouting something unintelligable. He was on another drunken rampage, but this was far worse. I could hear every organ inside of him working as he screamed and threw his way through the house, looking for our absent mother. I lay curled on the floor, my head in my hands. Excrutiating pain became my overwhelming sensation as Dad grew nearer. Sam was huddled over me, protective older brother that he was. If only Sam didn't have to do this...my thoughts were cut off by a tremenous crash. Our father was standing in the doorway. I heard his words like they had been shouted in a bullhorn and run through speakers that were turned up to max, then doubled in volumn. The pain was horrible. Suddenly Sam got up, stalking over to our father. They exchanged choice words. One of Sam's fists connected with Dad's shoulder, then Dad caught Sam with a punch to the gut. Furious I leapt to my feet and shouted, "ENOUGH!"
A clap of thunder made our house tremble. Dad fell one way, and Sam fell the other. I ran to my brother, who was coughing silently. My hands wrapped around to one of his thick upper arms and I was tugging him up. We ran out of the house, never looking back.

Present Day

My palm snaps outward and a bolt of sound booms forth, slamming into our pursuer's chest. He skims backward on the sidewalk. His shoes make a light scraping noise. I fight the urge to grind my teeth. Suddenly a heavy hand lands on my shoulder. I spin around, my hair smacking my nose. Then Sam is shouting, grabbing my hand, and we're running. I hear frantic footsteps behind us. Sam tugs me one way, but I stop.
"Not there! Up!" I say. At first it seems like he is going to argue, but then he nods. Just as his fingers unweave from mine someone appears in front of us. My palms slam over my ears.
"Leave…us…alone!" My voice is a scream. Sound and light roll away from me, knocking over everyone within twenty yards. Sam lay on the cement next to me, gasping for breath. The appearing person—boy—is face down next to a brick wall. I stagger backwards, straight into someone's torso. Thick arms wrap around my chest.
"Sam!" I squeal.
"Raz!" He roars. A ball of sparkling blue light appears in his hand, flying forwards. The man lets go as he dove out of the way. I catch a glimpse of his uniform as I scramble away. MRD. Mutant Response Division. Great. We're doomed. I dart away, slam into a cement wall. At least, that's what he felt like. I clamber backwards, close my eyes. Sounds pound me from all directions. Someone moves slowly off to my right. Not Sam. I drop to the ground as a dart whistles over my head. My hands scrape across a metal bar, and I swing it outward. Someone yelps in pain. Again, not Sam. Then I'm on my feet and running, running, always running…