Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever own any and all characters from Mutant X. they belong to Tribune Entertainment. (Lucky them). I do however own my characters, and locations that come from my weirdo imagination.

A/N: Yeah for some reason while coming up with a penname for a site I was on I got what a friend called Brain Freeze! And this little idea just rolled out of me. So here's to Street Magick and strange pennames.

Geez I really got my plate filled here, anyone think I should just stop putting these things up?

CHAPTER 1:

15-year-old Brianna Gage stood in the corner of her room listening to the adults of the house argue with one another for the millionth time. She twirled her long dark hair on one finger until it had turned purple, releasing her trapped finger she sighed. The yelling had grown increasing loud over the last hour and a half. Her dark brown eyes were hidden by silver shades that she had taken from the neighbors cute as hell son, Vince.

Gage --as she liked to be called-- shook her head, they were arguing about her again. The adults or George and Annie --for she refused to call her foster parents anything else-- had been arguing constantly these past couple of weeks, and the general words thrown around the halls were almost always about her.

Gage walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt. She had to get out of here and fast. Glancing at herself in the mirror she pulled off the shades, revealing a dark bruise under her left eye. She pulled off the bloodstained undershirt and checked her stomach out. The old ones were fading faster than before, she supposed it was a good thing.

Yanking off the shorts and replacing them with the jeans she winced, the pain in her side was still there from the beating she had received the night before. "Well I might not feel it, but I guess I could pass for normal." she mumbled pulling back her dark hair into a ponytail that hung down her back. Gage carefully pulled on the black shirt with the blue dragon print on the back, at least he hadn't caused her to bruise her arms.

George had always been careful about the way he beat her, always sticking to her abdomen and legs, upper back area. It was a good thing she was shy about her own body, otherwise she would have probably missed wearing the form fitting clothing her twin wore. Gage wasn't exactly a beauty queen, nor was she ugly.

By all means she was anything but. At 15 years old she stood at 5'4 --and still getting taller-- had a curvy figure, which she constantly hid behind loose fitting clothing. These jeans however hugged her lower half; the t-shirt was a bit loose but not enough to hide her breast. She swore under her breath.

As she hunted for her boots she thought back to the days when she had been with her real parents. It hadn't been much better, but hell it hadn't been worst than this hell whole they had placed her in. At least back than she had her older brother to protect her. Too add insult to injury they had separated Gage from her twin sister. They were identical, if you discounted the bruises that covered Gage's middle.

Once the boots were laced up she grabbed her leather jacket and walked over to the door, taking a deep breath and changed her body density. Gage phased through the door. They were still arguing, she carefully walked out into the hall and crept towards the staircase. Leaning over the railing she could make out clearly what they were saying.

"She's going to turn out us like the other one, a street rat, I tell yah Annie the girl needs to be locked away with the rest of those freaks!"

That would be the arrogant bastard George. Annie was just yelling at him to stop with the yelling, that the brat would hear him.

"Let her hear me, fucking street rat herself just like her brother, a dam thief at that. No wonder they threw him out of the dam mouse hole they called a house. Their mother couldn't even control her dam kids."

Gage's eyes glazed over with anger, she knew exactly whom they were talking about, and she hated being referred to as a street rat. It angered her further to have those two morons refer to her older brother as a street rat, she wasn't too sure about the thief part. But to talk about her mother like that… Gage wanted to tear the guy apart for bad mouthing her only mother.

Her fingers sizzled and in the palm of her hand there was a small electrical energy ball. The temptation to throw it at him was great, but an old familiar voice told her not too. Her fingers closed around it, and it dissipated. She stepped backwards and walked silently to the other end of the dark hall to the open window. Gage climbed outside and scaled down the drainpipe. Making her way across the back yard she changed her body density once more and phased right through the gate…

~*~*~*~*~

Brenda Abigail was in a similar situation at her apartment or rather the Johnson's apartment. Gina and Aaron Johnson had taken her in a little over a month before. Abby --as she liked to be called-- was apparently a problem child to them, their idea of dealing with the 15 year old delinquent was to ship her off to every known shrink in the area. And when that didn't work Gina would install in her the only punishment she knew… tying the girl up and leaving her alone in the storage room for days at a time. This was fine with Abby, but every once in a while the rope would bite into her wrist leaving burn marks. She had figured a way out of them a few days before.

Now here she was in the one window basement pacing the floor, dressed in black shorts, and blue tank top with the black dragon print on the backside. Her dark hair had been pulled back into a thick braid that hung down her back.

The arguments between the adults of the house were not hard to miss, considering Abby's hearing was sensitive. She had just learned how to block out sounds from all over, unfortunately it left her deaf for hours the first time she had tried it. Now though she was getting the hang of it. Abby cleared her head and concentrated on the adults in the room above her. What she heard shocked her.

"Gina we've tried everything to get her under control, if this facility is the only way to do it so be it. Don't tell me you're going soft on the slut."

"I'm not going soft Aaron, I'm just saying that she'd be better off here where we can keep an eye on her."

"Facility?" Gabs dark brown eyes went wide with fright. "No way, no freakin' way!"

She reached up and placed her hand over the tiny window and worked on trying to change its structure. The rectangular window shifted and grew a foot longer. Abby was able to slip through the window and snuck her way out the back of the building, and down the street.

~*~*~*~

Bakers Field…

It had taken her more than an hour but she had made it to the wide-open field space at the edge of town. Gage had settled down with her back against the tree, in the cover of the shade from the old oak branches. From here she was able to have the most beautiful view of Bakers Lake. She would often come here when she needed to think the most or just get away from the noise in the house. It was a peaceful place and she loved it here. She only wished that she hadn't left without taking something to eat.

Something dropped into her lap, looking down she found it was a Mc Donald's bag. It was still warm. Glancing up she saw her mirror image staring down at her. "Thought you could use a fill." Abby said smiling down at her twin.

"Thanks." she replied digging into the bag and pulling out milk shake and fries. "So what brings you out here in the middle of the day?" Gage asked between mouthfuls of fries. Her sister stared at her with much concern and a bit of anger.

"They didn't feed you this week did they?"

Gage had stopped stuffing her face long enough to answer in the same tone. "No." She continued eating but with a slightly slower pace.

"I've had it with these rejects they keep sticking us with." Abby said through clenched teeth. Anger evident in her every word. "They can not keep doing this same shit. I've been locked in that basement every afternoon this week."

"Why are you complaining, at least they don't beat on you."

"No but that bitch ties me up tighter than ever. These aren't love bites you know." she grumbles raising her wrist where the rope had cut into them. "I'm lucky enough to find my way out before I shed blood." It occurred to Abby that she couldn't read her sisters expression, not with those dam shades covering her eyes. So she crouched down next to her twin and lowered the shades from her face. "Aww Gage…"

"It's not as bad as it looks." she said pushing them back up.

"The hell it isn't." Abby retorted after a few minutes she continued. "Even Jack didn't hit you this hard." At the mention of their step father Gage tensed up. Abby changed the subject, but it wasn't a good change. "Did you know they're planning on sending me to some facility?"

A thought flashed across her mind as she watched Abby pacing in front of her. "Did they happen to mention the name of this Facility?"

"No…"

"Abby if they send you away…"

Abby stopped pacing and answered roughly. "It's not going to happen."

"What are you going to… you're not running."

"Yeah I am. Gage I can't be locked away in some white room and have people look in on me like some lab rat."

"You're leaving me." Gage had pushed the bag aside and wipes her face on the sleeve of her jacket. She jumped to her feet facing her twin, who had stopped pacing and now they were face to face.

"No, I would never leave you."

"You're leaving me." Gage's voice was filled with full-blown panic, which hit straight into Abby's heart. She knew where her sister would be taking this, and it pained her to be compared to him. Abby grabbed her by the shoulders ignoring the yelp that came from Gage's mouth. "I wouldn't do that to you, you know better!"

"Do I?."

"I'm not Brennan." Abby retorted.

"I never said you were, what the hell is that suppose to mean anyways?"

"It means I wouldn't just leave and not come back." Abby said letting her sister go.

"Abby, Brennan didn't abandon us…"

"Yes, he did." Abby said with an eerie tone to her voice. It made Gage kind of afraid for her sister. For she had given up on the thought of their older brother ever coming back for them. Although she never really told Abby about it Gage still held hopes for his return. "Where the hell are we supposed to go?" she asked.

"I don't know, but we can't stay here, they'll find us."

"Than we leave right now, and never look back."

"Yeah…"

After a few silent minutes Gage spoke up again. "Can I say good bye to Vince?"

"I knew you had a thing for that boy." Abby's smirked

"He's my friend."

"Hott friend."

"Hot friend." she echoed her sisters response as they walked away from the field.