Please Read and Review!! Thankyou!!
Kyra sniffed and placed her packed bag at the foot of the stairs, her heart was thumping madly once again in her chest.
Her mother had returned home just an hour ago, right after she had emptied her piggy bank. Kyra also heard more unfamiliar voices, there were more people here. She wiped her eyes, from sobbing once more whilst she packed away photographs of herself and Andy, and rubbed her temples, she had a stupidly killer headache...
"Kyra?" The teen jumped in surprise at her stepfather's stern voice from the living room. "In here. Now." Kyra took a deep breath and pushed open the wooden door to the living room.
Kyra's mother was sat on the sofa her head in her heads, sobbing quietly. Two policemen were stood by the window, their faces grave as Kyra's wide terrified eyes swept the room. Jason was sat on his chair, as he turned slowly to look at his stepdaughter.
"Kyra, would you care to explain to the officers here what you did today?" Jason asked, his voice trembled with suppressed anger. Kyra's eyes welled up with tears once more. What was going to happen to her? Why – why were the police here? Did Ashleen press charges? Her stomach flipped.
"Well, this dinnertime, at school, a girl – Ashleen Bigg – was being nasty to my friend Andy. I was just defending him, I mean I stood up and I told her to back off because she tipped my drink over his head and then she moved to hit me and I felt this power, then it happened -"
One of the officers, a woman, raised her left hand, silencing the blurting teenager. "Okay Miss Mayton that will do. But Miss Bigg has decided to press charges, you do realise she sprained her ankle when she – she was attacked?"
Her ankle... "But she seemed fine! I mean she was helped to her feet okay, I think -"
"Look!" Jason yelled, jumping to his feet, "the point is you stupid brat you hurt somebody with your freak powers and you could be sent to a juvenile prison for it! Don't you understand?"
The female officer took a step forward, her right hand cautiously edging to her bottle of pepper spray to the back of her belt. "Alright Mister King please calm down."
But Jason made for Kyra, his right hand raised as the teen recoiled into the corner her arms raised. The officer leapt forward but Kyra's mother reached her husband first. She grabbed Jason's raised arm and pulled it back viciously screaming in rage as she did so. With an excruciating sound like a gun shot, Jason's arm broke making him yell in agony. Within the split second before Edie King was apprehended by the second officer she glanced to her sobbing daughter.
"Go, Kyra, go!" Edie yelled, her eyes alight, tears streaking her face. Kyra shook her head in denial yet fled to her left and bolted from the room.
The teen slammed the living room door shut and listened in horror as her mother yelled in frustration and battled furiously with the officers and her husband all of whom grunted and exclaimed. Kyra rapidly swiped up her bag and ran for the door. She wrenched it open and fled down the street, heads turned in her direction as the teen ran in the humid New York night.
Kyra shuddered. It had been two hours since she fled home and the events replayed themselves like a horrific film over and over in her mind. And she still had that killer headache...
It was nightfall now and she had ran toward downtown, near her Aunt Ruth's apartment, although she had doubts any member of her family would want to see her. Luckily she wasn't apprehended by the law, although now an official fugitive her mother must have put up a fight to let her get away like she did. Kyra then suddenly saw her mother's face flash within her mind. Her desperate expression and her anger to hurt her husband...
A man approached Kyra, she looked up, alerted, but it was just a stranger passing by on the street. The young teen would flick her head up at the bright headlights of a passing car or twitch when any sudden movement happened close by. Had her deranged stepfather done this to her? A flood of anger washed down the teen, making her scowl at the thought of Jason King.
"Excuse me Miss."
Kyra whirled around and dropped her bag in surprise, her arms instinctively raised above her head. A kind faced woman stared back, her face creased in worry.
"I'm sorry to alert you miss but I've seen you wander down this street for half an hour now. I live just across the road there, above the electronics shop and I thought you looked a little lost." The woman said, a bush of tight blonde curls enveloped her round rosy face.
"I'm not," Kyra lowered her arms cautiously, "lost. I'm fine, my Aunt Ruth's is two blocks away."
The woman's face seemed slightly crestfallen. "But, aren't you the girl from the news? The one who has run away from home after exposing herself?"
Kyra felt her stomach plummet. She was on the news? For how long? It had only been – well, Kyra didn't know she had wandered the streets of New York in such a state she hadn't even noticed the time or what had happened in her absence since fleeing her home.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about." Kyra lied, grabbing her bag and turning on her heel. The woman started after her.
"Wait, Kyra, isn't it? I know what -"
"I don't know what you're talking about and how you know my name -"
"I know what's happened to you. I know what it feels like trust me, I know you're a mutant!" The woman cried.
Kyra stopped dead in her tracks and slowly revolved on the spot, thunder struck. "What, did you just say?"
"I said," the woman took a few steps forward so only the terrified teen could hear her words, "I know you're a mutant. I can help." The woman's eyes glittered in the light from the overhead lamppost. They were of a beautiful sea blue colour, a colour which made Kyra believe, for just a fraction of a second, that all of her problems were extinct.
Kyra shiftily moved her eyes away from the woman's and she turned, without word, and started down the street. The woman yelled in objection and cried something Kyra couldn't hear over the screaming wails of the three police cruisers speeding toward the oblivious teen. It wasn't until Kyra stopped once more in her tracks to the gruff commands of the officers did she realised just how much trouble she was in.
"You, girl! Turn around slowly with your hands above your head! Don't try anything as we're armed and shall shoot upon imminent signs of threat, okay?" One officer shouted, his words reverberating in Kyra's head as she began to shake in fear.
"Kyra! Kyra!"
"Get back ma'am whilst we deal with this! Now!" Another officer commanded, to a struggle. Kyra closed her eyes for a fraction of a second then turned, opening them after she took a deep long breath. Stood just off the pavement, were five police officers, their guns raised in the classic ready to fire pose. The sixth was wrestling with the woman, whom shrieked and struggled to get to Kyra. The teen didn't understand, why was she trying to protect her -?
"Put your hands above your head, now!" The officer commanded, his eyes narrowed, a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. They hadn't ever encountered a mutant before, and this officer had no idea what the girl was capable of...
"Kyra! Whatever you do, do not go with them, please! Resist, save yourself!" The woman yelled, as the officer successfully managed to cuff her and slam her to the ground.
Kyra couldn't move. She was paralysed with fear, five handguns pointed to you wasn't the norm for a sixteen year old to encounter every day. If she did conform, where would she be taken? Was the woman right? Should she resist?
The officer took a threatening step forward to which Kyra moved a step back to. The officer replaced his gun back into its holster and moved quickly forward, sighing then rolling his eyes.
"Alright Miss. You seem harmless okay? I'm just gonna take you gently and place you in the cruiser okay? Jeez, and the Chief was pissed off about some blonde haired little girl," the officer sighed. But as the officer reached for Kyra's arm, she felt a sudden burst of fear and her power manifested once more.
The rose coloured shield emitted rapidly from her entire body as she raised her arms in defence. The shield burst around her body and shattered the window loudly behind her then expanded forward and sent the bewildered officer flying backwards into him comrades. He screamed in fury as the five officers collapsed in a heap on the road.
The shield burst further and further until it sent the wrestling officer and the woman rolling painfully down the pavement, colliding into fleeing passengers. The shield smashed into six nearby parked cars and sent the vehicles skidding across the road, causing passing cars and buses to screech to a halt.
Kyra gasped. She could feel the energy drain out of her fraction by fraction, second after second, until her head began to spin. The last thing Kyra visually registered was the rose coloured shield shimmering under the crippled lampposts then she collapsed, her vision completely failing...