When the cop wasn't paying attention, I threw open the door and jumped out of a moving car.

"Blood on the road indicates that she's wounded and a car only a few blocks from the incident was stolen, meaning we can track it. Whatever you do, do not attempt to approach her on your own. She's dangerous. Now, find her so we can get her back in Binghamton where she belongs."

Looking back on it, hotwiring the car at the store had probably been where I first went wrong. Keeping the car was my next mistake. My third and final mistake had been stopping on the side of the road for the night. I really can be stupid sometimes. I've been arrested. Again. This time, by Clay's team. There's no real possible way for me to get out of this without hurting myself. They know my ability is focused through my hands and mind and that the rest of me isn't as fireproof as my hands. In other words, they chained my hands to my chest and tied me to a chair.

Clay glared at me as I sat in the office and didn't pay attention to me yelling at him to let me out. I was starting to lose it. I cannot stand being tied up. It's just something I can't deal with, but Clay didn't listen, just glared and eventually made a tactical member gag me. I muttered foul words through the cloth they put in my mouth and glared a hole in the wall. Figuratively, of course.

The door to the room I was in was relatively thin and I could hear Clay talking to someone. I sounded like to woman that she hadn't seen the need to tranquilize me. "I just don't see why you have to take her back there. She's just someone that needs some guidance. We can help her here."

"She almost killed someone, Ms. Pirzad. We can't tolerate that. Dr. Rosen doesn't run this team anymore. I do."

'Ms. Pirzad' led out a sigh and I started panicking in earnest on the inside. They were taking me back to the facility. I couldn't go back there. Not now, not ever. I mentally tallied my bumps and bruises. One gash on my leg, a couple scrapes on my face, and my wrist and a few of my fingers were aching like nobody's business. There was no way I would make it out unscathed. Or more hurt, anyway.

I took a peek at the door. There was no one there that I could see and I couldn't hear anybody. Plus, a little voice in my head was telling me that I needed to act now. The voice hadn't steered me wrong before.

Gritting my teeth through the cloth, I forced the metal tying me to the chair to melt, despite the pain this brought. My hands burned me, but I forced the pain away and concentrated on the metal melting. When it was finally a puddle on the floor, I fought back tears and yanked the cloth from my mouth. I stood on shaky legs as I pushed myself out of the chair and pulled open the door to the room I was in.

Sneaking down the hallway, I saw the elevator that led to freedom. I had pushed the call button and was waiting for the elevator when I saw Ms. Pirzad coming down the hall. The elevator door opened and I hurried inside and the woman ran towards me, making me panic more. She made it in right before the doors closed and the elevator started moving.

Sobs racked my body. I wouldn't be able to get away. For all I had done and all I know, I was going back to that hellhole. Ms. Pirzad looked upset. "Calm down, Kira, everything will be fine."

"It's not going to be fine. You're going to make me go back to that facility and they're going to force my ability out of me again. They're going to hurt me more and I won't be able to do a thing about it."

"What are you talking about? They're just trying to help you."

I glared at her. "You don't believe that. You can't help people with electroshock therapy. It doesn't work like that. It just scrambles your brain."

She looked shocked. "What? They did that to you?"

"They wanted me to use my ability and I couldn't so they hook me up to a machine and tied me to the chair. They said if I burned the ropes off of the chair they would stop the machine."

Ms. Pirzad frowned and led me out of the elevator when we got to the lobby of the building. "They didn't tell us that they were going to do that."

"Well they did."

The woman nodded. "Okay, I'm not going to let you go to Binghamton again. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did. You need to push me down in front of the camera and run. Run as far away as you can as fast as you can."

I nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Pirzad."

"Call me Rachel."

I gave a small smiled and Rachel wrinkled her nose with a worried frown. "And do something about those burns. That is not okay."

I nodded again and in front of the camera, gave Rachel a gentle push that sent her to the ground. I glanced at the camera and ran from the building.

Clay balled his fists. The kid had gotten away again! How was she doing this? There was only one choice. He had to give Dr. Rosen the case folder in the loony bin. Clay had no idea how to move forward with the case, but he would bet his bottom dollar that the doctor did.

A/N: Whoo hoo! Two chapters in two days! Please, please, please review or follow or favorite. Sorry if Rachel's a little OOC though. I just needed her to be a little tougher for this chapter.