Heyy, I'm back and I'm giving you a mystery chapter. Don't worry, all will be revealed soon. If you haven't read Flight of Fire then I suggest you do or none of this will make sense. Please review so I can know what needs improving or more explaining.

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~Chapter 1. Kill me tomorrow, please~

Convict XC021 POV

I woke up and felt blood on my bed. I sat up immediately and then wished I hadn't. Pain spread across my stomach—so that's what going into labour felt like.

My clothes were all neatly arranged on my desk so I changed quickly and looked back at the bloodstains on my bed. Hopefully I'd remember a spell to clean that up later. Rushing down the stairs, I yanked open my front door and then groaned.

"Please, people if you have to kill me, do it tomorrow."

I was surrounded by ten people, all ministry workers with their wands pointed at my face. None of them showed any signs of moving.

"No? Ok people I am going into labour and I know you're only supposed to be killing me and not my baby…although I'm still not sure why you're killing me either."

I shoved my hand into my jacket pocket, pulled out my gun and fired the bullets at them. The bullets didn't kill them, only stunned them, as well as any stunning spell. I was glad that I had bothered to go to Nocturne Alley before I was too pregnant to move everywhere.

Picking my way through the bodies, I walked to the end of the street and apparated into St. Mungos. Healers were moving in and out of the hospital too busy to notice me—a wanted criminal—standing outside their front doors. I walked in and stopped by the front desk.

"I'm having a baby."

The woman at the desk smiled at me like I was a stupid little child. "Of course."

"No I'm having my baby now! Do you people not understand that time is of the essence here?"

"I assure you madam that you're not having your baby right this instance."

"Well I assure you I am. I woke up covered in blood. Blood for goodness sake!"

"Ok madam let me get you the forms and then we can get you to a room."

A wave of pain hit me. "Please get this baby out of me. Do you have any idea who I am? What I'm capable of?"

I didn't like playing the criminal card but it seemed to be the only thing that got people to listen to me.

"Oh umm right this way."

~XC021~

I screamed out in agony. Sweat was dripping down my face and the loss of blood was starting to make me dizzy. I pushed again though, thinking of how much better life would once this was over. I only needed one more effort—I could feel it.

"Well done, the baby is crowning, just one more push, one more."

If I wasn't in the middle of giving birth then I would probably punch that woman in the face. I could probably kick her though. CONCENTRATE! My mind yelled at me.

I forced all my energy into getting that thing out of me and finally with a lot of blood, I felt some sort of relief.

The baby, my baby, cried out. It wasn't a normal baby scream though—there was something quite unnerving there.

"Oh dear. Nancy! Nancy come quickly." The healer yelled for one of her support staff, still cradling the crying baby.

"What's wrong?" I asked, slightly hysterical. "What's wrong with my baby?"

~XC021~

Freya POV

I slammed an imaginary wall into him and it worked as well as a real one. He flew backwards across the ground, pinned down by an invisible force. I jumped over the banister and envisioned the landing being soft—it was. I shoulder-rolled onto my knees and paused for a second as the chandelier came crashing down onto the spot where I had just stood.

The glass shattered around me, cutting a huge gash in my arm. Anger surged through me and I picked up a shard and threw it at a point just below his left shoulder.

A baby wailed in the next room and I knew she must have been woken up by the sound of her parents arguing.

I ran in and skidded to a halt by the cot. I stroked down the side of her face and smiled, you beautiful little thing, I thought.

I yanked the necklace from around my neck and exploded it with my mind. Then I saw him rounding the corner and hunched over the cot. The thought that crossed my mind then was the single most powerful thing I had ever thought in my life. Protect the child.

The ceiling began to crumble and the ground shook. More and more of the furnishings seemed to fall around me but it never touched her, never.

I pushed out further than I had ever dared before, locating Joreth and pulling him back into the collapsing building. The last thing I remember was his scream of anger and a shard of glass, whistling towards me and impaling itself into my back.

Well, a lot of drama for the first chapter. Who do you think the convict is? Well only I know mwahahaha!

Hopefully the second will be up soon, as well as new links on my profile.

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