It's a difficult time for mutants, being hunted and killed as we are believed to be dangerous. We live in fear of death everyday; hiding our differences and making sure we are not noticed in everyday society. Oh and by the way, all your worst nightmares are real.

Chapter 1

The pair had been following a man for days, they were sure he was a mutant, a freak, a killer. Now they decided it was time to go in. The taller of the two pulled his gun; ready for violence. Signing, they set their plan into movement. They were hunters and they were out for blood.

Sam stood up slowly, still pointing his gun at the unconscious mutant. He wiped his brow and searched for any sign of mutation. "I think he's out cold" he said staring up at his brother. "I see no physical changes must be another mental one." Dean sighed "I hate those. Makes it harder to prove. Hey look alive, it's coming round. "

He was right; the 'mutant' had woken up and was looking around groggily. "Don't try anything I'll shot at anything right now" Dean said with a typical bored tone to his voice, his gun pointed at his head.

"Wh...Who are you, why are you pointing that at me?" he said hurriedly, Dean noticed he was shaking; actually shaking. "Are you a mutant?" Sam asked in a slightly louder than normal tone. The guy just sat there; dazed. "Are you a mutant or not?" Sam yelled right in his face. "No, of course not, why do you think I'm one?" Sounding shocked he tried to get up.

"Forget this lets just kill this one and move on to our next tip" Sam angrily states as he steps forward to line his gun up to the man cowering on the floors head. Feeling he could get more out of the latest in a long line of aliens, his big brother intervened on his conquest. "Now now, let's give him five minutes to see if he is useful."

The mutant, Tom, looked confused. "Wh...What are you wanting from me? I don't know anything."

Sam took the safety off his gun. "That's what I thought." BANG! Tom slumped to the floor and the look of disgust on the hunters face showed his expression.

"You idiot, he may have been bluffing us" Dean yelled in his younger brothers face, scratching his head with the butt of his gun. "Come on we have another one to find today. This one's a girl."

He was right; the next one was a girl. A fifteen year old girl.