London, England
She was no longer John Wraith's daughter. Kitty had made sure that no connection could be made between that monster and her. Kitty was finally free from the man who had been trying to kill her since the day she was born. Born into this world Katherine Elizabeth Wraith, Kitty London now stood at the International airport with a new hope and name. She opened the letter again and scanned through it. It looked real enough. It was an invitation. It used her new name and everything. To Miss Kitty London, it began. Not to Miss Katherine E. Wraith daughter of some disgusting corneal and an English prostitute. No it was to her, a new person. In all her 14 years on earth she had never been treated human, but a school for the gifted? In the US? That seemed promising. Most inviting, somehow. Kitty's eyes darted around the room as the powers she worked so hard to control began going hey-wire again. Every thought of ever single living person in the airport burst into her head with enough power to knock over an elephant she stumbled back as the thoughts began to turn themselves into seprate echoing sentences.
"God I hope, Asia doesn't know I'm cheating on her."
"Remy LeBou there you!"
"Jesus Christ what's in this bag?"
"I wanna go home, mommy listen to me!"
"I hope I'm not to stoned to fly."
And about a hundred and ten other thoughts, those were the only ones she could catch. She didn't really like people. Too many of them were like John Wraith, and his whore Elizabeth Siznick. The London hotel where she had been living was okay, since they figured she was just a lost kid who needed a home. But the guests always gave her a funny look and thought, "what's wrong with that one? There's something funny about her." That drove her insane.
"Flight 778 London to New York is now boarding, seats 1A through 45B may now board."
"Oh yeah," thought Kitty, "what could be bad about a school that gives new students first class seats?"
She was no longer John Wraith's daughter. Kitty had made sure that no connection could be made between that monster and her. Kitty was finally free from the man who had been trying to kill her since the day she was born. Born into this world Katherine Elizabeth Wraith, Kitty London now stood at the International airport with a new hope and name. She opened the letter again and scanned through it. It looked real enough. It was an invitation. It used her new name and everything. To Miss Kitty London, it began. Not to Miss Katherine E. Wraith daughter of some disgusting corneal and an English prostitute. No it was to her, a new person. In all her 14 years on earth she had never been treated human, but a school for the gifted? In the US? That seemed promising. Most inviting, somehow. Kitty's eyes darted around the room as the powers she worked so hard to control began going hey-wire again. Every thought of ever single living person in the airport burst into her head with enough power to knock over an elephant she stumbled back as the thoughts began to turn themselves into seprate echoing sentences.
"God I hope, Asia doesn't know I'm cheating on her."
"Remy LeBou there you!"
"Jesus Christ what's in this bag?"
"I wanna go home, mommy listen to me!"
"I hope I'm not to stoned to fly."
And about a hundred and ten other thoughts, those were the only ones she could catch. She didn't really like people. Too many of them were like John Wraith, and his whore Elizabeth Siznick. The London hotel where she had been living was okay, since they figured she was just a lost kid who needed a home. But the guests always gave her a funny look and thought, "what's wrong with that one? There's something funny about her." That drove her insane.
"Flight 778 London to New York is now boarding, seats 1A through 45B may now board."
"Oh yeah," thought Kitty, "what could be bad about a school that gives new students first class seats?"