Summary: When Nell is 15 she discovers she has mental powers after a fight with her mother. Deciding to keep them a secret she goes about normal everyday life until tings start to go wrong and she finds she can't control her powers. One night, when her parents are having and important colleague and politician over for dinner, Nell accidentally gives her self away when she causes a bowl of food fly across the table and into her hands. Her parents, finding out about her secret, try to sell her to the government so they can take her in for testing. Now Nell is homeless and on the run, what happens when she becomes the only witness to a theft and becomes wanted by more than just the government?

AN: Hi all! I know, i know the summary does sort of suck. But the plot IS good and it does develop more. Well I think so anyway, lol. So this is the what, for now I am only going to post the prologue to 'Flight of a Blackbird', if I get some good feedback from it then I will continue to post. So if you want more then let me know! Review! Now, if you ARE going to review while it's nice to hear that people 'love your story' and think it's 'progressing well' and 'can't wait for the net chapter', constructive criticism would be nice too!

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=Flight of a Blackbird=

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Prologue

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My lungs burned, they burned so badly. Every breath was as if I white hot knife was being sent into my chest. Yet I forced myself to keep going, to keep running, I had to. The sound of my thudding feet on the pavement, in a slightly uneven and hysteric pattern, was a story enough in itself, a story of the panic and terror residing inside me. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I looked back over my shoulder stumbling on an unseen rock in front of before sending me hurtling towards the ground. I winced and cried out slightly in pain and exhaustion as I felt the gravel tear at my skin and the cold rain begin to seep through my pants. My heavy rasping breaths pierced the air as I looked back over my shoulder once more, seeing my fate, in the form of a mans silhouette, gaining on me. With a rush of adrenaline I pushed myself off of the ground again and forced myself to keep running. Before I could get anywhere, I felt myself collide with something the spilt second before harsh arms grabbed me in a vice-like grip and hand descended over my mouth. Despite that fact I struggled and screamed against my captor. My energy was drained and I felt myself give the struggle up, my breaths coming in sobbing pants as I succumbed to what was going to be come of me. With a sharp, swift knock to the back of the head, I saw stars before I slumped forward unconscious.

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I flung the front door open, my mother close on my heels. Slamming the door I turned around to face her.

"You really don't care do you? Do you know how rude you just were, they were my FRIENDS and you talked to them as if they were no better than the dirt on your feet!" I watched her as she fumbled though her bag, ignoring me almost completely "You really don't care about the way you treat me do you? I'm just an inconvenience, something you never intended to happen" I grit my teeth my voice wavered and tears filled my eyes; I refused to let her see how upset I was. I would never cry in front of her "As long as you have money to spend and some stupid rich men to manipulate you're happy. You couldn't give a damn about me. Your own daughter" her search of the depths of her bag abandoned, I saw her draw herself up and her face go red, I felt myself mentally smirk with satisfaction that I had managed to get her so worked up. She had just undergone plastic surgery on her face and her plastic surgeon had told her to make sure she stayed cool for the next few weeks and to make sure not to pull and drastic expressions until everything had settled. I smirked again at the stretched look her face was taking on.

"I will not be spoken to like that" Smack! My head whipped to the side with the force of the blow she had dealt to my face, her multiple rings leaving scratch marks across my cheek "How dare you to be so selfish! You don't think *I* have my needs as well! You think that just because I became a mother instantly means I have to wait upon your every wants and needs, you selfish and ungrateful child. I can't believe I gave birth to such an unappreciative specimen as you. I have every right in the world to treat you the way I do. Get out of my sight and go fetch my cigarettes I'm feeling stressed"

I had had it. The woman was absolutely heinous. I stormed out of the room, ashamed of the tears that were welling up in my eyes. Forgetting about her cigarettes I went upstairs to my room, making sure I slammed the door loudly enough for it to be heard throughout the house. Leaning up against it I sank to the floor, bringing my hand to the cheek she had hit me across, I looked down as my hand came back sticky with blood. Upset I stood up and started pacing. I couldn't stand her, I could take living with her anymore, seizing the nearest object to me I threw it against the wall, watching the 'priceless' vase smash into tiny pieces and finding immense satisfaction in it, not caring about the repercussions it would bring. You would think by the age of 15 I would be used to the way my mother treated me. Used to her not loving me. I grit my teeth and felt my anger at her rise again. The dark beast contained within reared its ugly head and I felt something snap inside of me. I reached over to throw something else; I reached my hand out sharply towards the coffee mug sitting on my desk, wanting nothing more than for it to join the vase on the other side of the room. As I reached out for it, angry tears slipping down my face and I watched in a stunned awe as it exploded before I could touch it. I jumped back shocked as bits of china flew past my head, staring at the spot where it had been sitting. I couldn't have …? My thoughts were cut off as my bedroom door was ripped open and my mother stormed into the room. I watched her glance around the room before following the same path with my own eyes. Bits of china were stuck in the wall and the glass vase lay in broken pieces on the other side of the room. Surprisingly enough my mother turned on her heel and walked out of the room without saying a word.

"Mathilde! Mathilde! Clean my daughter's room. I'm going out, I expect it done before either my husband or myself get home again" with that she swept out of the house in a flurry of cigarette smoke. I looked back at the piece of china imbedded in the wall shaking my head. Impossible.