Jace Turner's Pov
There seems to have been a mutant incident at a munitions factory. I was at the site with a team to try to figure out what happened.
"Agent Turner, we found a body with one stab wound. It seems as if he was stabbed through the back with a knife. We haven't found the weapon yet." Agent Carter said.
"Any sign of the Mutant Underground's involvement?" I asked.
"We are unsure but we found multiple pools of blood. They are testing it now to see if there is a match on record." He said handing me the file he was putting together.
I looked over the file as Agent Carter talked to one of the forensic teams. The file had all kinds of notes on everything that they had been looking at.
Agent Carter walked back over, "The blood matched with both of the Strucker kids."
I looked up, "We found them?"
"It seems that they were both seriously injured based on the amount of blood, possibly even dead but yes, we did," Agent Carter said.
"There mutants, Sentinel Services thought they were dead after Atlanta and they weren't. They are dead when I see bodies. We need to keep tracking them." I said handing him the file back.
He nodded, "Of course sir. Any specific direction you want to head in?"
"I have a couple of leads to look into," I said smiling wider than I had in months. Finally, we were getting somewhere.
Agent Carter nodded and headed back to the site to finish his assessment of the site. I was getting close. I could feel it. Another couple of weeks or months and I would find them. I was so close. I smiled and headed back to the car, I had some reports to write.
Thank you so much for reading this wacky fanfiction for a dead fandom that I decided to write. I'm currently editing it to make it better and more coherent. I am also currently working on Part 2 to this so in a couple of weeks I'll start posting that! I love the world of The Gifted and halfway through writing this I realized that I had more stories to tell so I started planing Part 2. Part 2 is posted!
Here is the summary of Part 2. It is called The Darkness Overwhelms
Andy and Lauren left The Mutant Underground to look for answers three months ago. They went to New Orleans to find answers about their family and their powers. Mia has been looking for them, following leads for months. John's been helping her to keep distracting himself from his grief. He was still mourning Clarise but he was getting through it, slowly. Esme found happiness with Leah, she was still trying to find her place in the Underground but she was getting through it. Lorna and Marcos missed their daughter, they wanted to be with her but they couldn't, not yet.
Jace Turner was still looking for The Mutant Underground. He was so close to finding them. He was on Andy and Lauren's trail. It was only a matter of time before he found them. The Inner Circle was quiet, too quiet. They were up to something, The Underground just couldn't figure out what.
Here is a short outtake from the first chapter.
Lauren's Pov
I was sitting in the car waiting for Andy to get the rest of our stuff. I was still not totally healed from getting stabbed so Andy didn't let me do much.
We needed to move on. The cops were slowly figuring out where we were but we were here for a reason. We were trying to find answers about our family, our powers, everything. We were so close, but the cops were too close to figuring out where we were. So we were getting our stuff in the car and checking out one more lead then getting out of here.
Andy threw the few bags of stuff we had in the back then climbed into the driver's seat. He still wasn't letting me drive.
"You know you could just let me drive, right," I said.
"No, you're still recovering from getting stabbed. You're not driving until you can walk longer than thirty minutes at a time." Andy said.
I rolled my eyes, "You got stabbed too."
"And my injuries weren't nearly as bad and they are mostly healed," he said.
"You can still only drive with one hand. It's not safe." I said.
Andy laughed, "Oh, and driving when you can't use your core muscles is safe?"
"I hate you," I said crossing my arms.
"Yup, I'm your little brother, you're supposed to," he said poking me in the arm. "Besides we're almost there so it doesn't matter."
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. We were in New Orleans. As we drove past one of the aboveground cemeteries that were scattered throughout the city I thought about how beautiful they were in a strange, creepy way.
