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Chapter 1: A New Life

Hawk was sitting on a stone wall in what she thought was a park. She watched the birds fly around and listened to their songs. She was deep in her thoughts wondering if she did the right thing running from the orphanage. Her parents died when she was very little. She went to live in an orphanage. She never learned sign language and therefore never learned to communicate properly with the rest of the world. As she got older she found she could sort hear peoples thoughts. It was either that or she just was a very perceptive person given the fact that she could hear and see every little thing. A gift that was often a curse to her, because hearing everything is not something you wish to have when you hear what people say about you. she focused her attention on the birds again, feeling the light breeze blow her reddish blonde hair, wishing she could fly like them.

She heard someone coming up behind her. She was uninterested in who it was. The person behind her was curious as to what she was doing.

It was a woman older than her. She could tell that this woman was different like her. She had short, white hair. She sat down beside Hawk

"What are you doing there?" the women waited. Nothing happened.

Hawk said nothing and didn't move.

"Can't talk?" No response.

"Are you afraid?" No response. "

Is there any way that I can know your listening?"

Hawk looked up at the woman. She had gentleness in her eyes. Hawk could not understand it at first. She had never seen that there before.

"Good. I know your listening. What is your name?"

Hawk pointed to her neck and shook her head no.

"Oh I see. What are you doing here?'

Hawk looked down.

"Where did you come from?"

Hawk looked in the general direction.

"Do you have a home?"

Hawk shook her head no.

"Oh." She paused "Come with me." She held out her hand to help Hawk up. Hawk looked at it for a bit. "Come on. What do you have to loose?" the woman said. Hawk took her hand.

"My name is Storm. I'm one of the teachers here."

Hawk looked at her with a confused look on her face.

"This is a school."

Hawk went with Storm to the grand building behind her. When Hawk walked into the building she gasped at the elegance of it, arched ceilings and columns at the corners. Storm took her down a long hallway with a door at the end.

"Wait here." Storm went inside. Hawk heard two people breathing. One of them stood up when Storm walked in. He was called Scott. The other made no move to stand or shift his weight.

"I found a girl outside. I brought her here. She can't speak. I think we should at least give her a place to stay." Storm told them.

"Bring her in," said a male voice that sounded lower, like he was sitting and not standing.

Storm appeared in the doorway.

"Come on in," she said sweetly.

Hawk walked in. The man who had spoken was indeed sitting, but in a wheelchair.

"Hello," he said. She nodded.

"Do you mind if I go inside your head?" Hawk looked confused. She nodded not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly, a voice was in her head.

What is your name? Hawks eyes grew wide. It's okay just talk to me. What is your name?

Hawk.

Why are you here?

I had nowhere else to run.

Run?

I ran away.

From where did you run?

The orphanage.

Why?

I got sick of hearing what everyone said about me not being able to talk.

What powers do you have?

Powers?

Yes. I already know you are telekinetic. Is there anything else that you can do that is different from the other kids at the orphanage?

Well, I can hear extremely well and I have excellent sight.

Do you have any family?

No. My mother and father died when I was four.

Do you have any place to go?

No.

Would you like to stay here and develop your powers?

Yes, please.

You may stay.

Thank you Professor.

You're welcome.

"Storm will you take Hawk to the empty room in the East Wing?"

Storm nodded.

"Follow me, Hawk."

Hawk was taken to a room in the East Wing with a view of a rough garden that needed tending.

'I shall have to fix that,' she thought to herself

That night she heard someone tossing and turning. She thought she could help or give comfort of some sort. Something she was familiar with, when there had been loud thunderstorms at the orphanage, the little ones would often cry and require comforting. The owners weren't going to do anything about it, so the older kids had to.

She followed the sounds. As she got closer, she heard someone screaming. She didn't know that it was only in her head. She followed the voice into a room that was dimly lit.

There was a man tossing and turning in his bed. She could tell that he was having nightmares. She slowly walked up to the side of the bed. She touched his hand.

He bolted upright, wide-eyed, sweating, and panting like a dog. This sudden movement scared Hawk. Not only the bolting upright, but the fact that he had daggers coming out of his knuckles. They hadn't been there before, and that fact sacred her more. When he realized that she was there, he relaxed. She looked at him, for a moment. She turned, and began to leave.

"Wait!"

She stopped and turned to face him.

"Who are you?" He asked

She looked at him, nodded goodbye, turned and began to leave.

"Wait!"

Hawk just kept walking.