The most realistic scenario I can see--taking into account exactly what you said, that society would awaken to the irrefutable fact that telekinesis exists--would definitely involve her becoming a Ten Most Wanted Fugitive (accused of mass murder and matricide) and definitely being hunted by every halfway decent (meaning good at their tradecraft) intel department in the world. The Russian RVS, the French SDECE, Mossad, various Arab League agencies--and Al-Qa'ida--and let's not forget MI6 from England.
The series they wanted to set up would never have worked. The same-old, same-old plot, like The Incredible Hulk, would have gotten old fast. NBC would have had to cancel and replace it in mid-season.
But what I envisioned from the moment I read the original book, was this:
Carrie survives.
Word gets out.
Though the FBI would deny it, they would believe. As would the CIA. (I had not read Firestarter by then, so I didn't know about The Shop.)
And the KGB. (Remember, I first thought of this in the Eighties, when I actually read the book.)
And The Firm, as it was then known. (They call it "MI6" today.)
And so The Firm would send its best man to find this girl, if she survived; gain her trust; and find out about her powers, if they exist.
And whom do you think they would send?
Imagine:
X: Carrie White, I presume? May I buy you a drink?
C: Ohuh? I...I...
X: You don't need to be frightened of me. Then again, you don't have to be frightened of anyone, do you?
C: I don't...I don't know what you mean.
X: Oh, I rather think you do. [To the bartender] Two Vodka martinis. Shaken, not stirred.
B: Right away, sir.
X [back to Carrie]: Your reputation precedes you. I might quarrel with the generality of your revenge, but when everyone is laughing at you, it gets a little hard to sort the innocent from the guilty, does it not?
C: I...oh, I'm so confused. I wanted to fit in, really I did. But...
X: Well, that's the hard part. How does a girl with the power to kill another where he stands, ever fit in? People like us can never fit in, not the way you mean. [The drinks arrive. He hands one to Carrie.] Here. That at least will relax you.
C: Thank you, Mr....
X: Bond. James Bond.
C: You're...like me?
007: Not exactly. I might not have your special power to kill. But I do have a licence to kill.
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