A/N: This story is my first after reading the Carrie crossovers, and I wanted to try something different. I have never watched the Carrie movies nor read the books, but I didn't need to because I knew what the plot is. Not only that, I have an interest in fighting games, and Killer Instinct was the one I enjoyed the most. The story takes place after Black Prom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Killer Instinct, nor Carrie.
Darkness shrouded Carrie White as ringing buzzed in her ears, syncing with her heartbeat. The last thing she remembered was the stones smashing into her home as they came from the sky. She attempted to stand, but something pinned down her legs, so she reached out her hands until she touched the frigid features of her mother, Margaret. Carrie gasped and pushed the body off her, but composed herself. She placed her hand to her mother's cheek to wake her, only with no response to reward her. Carrie held her mother as tears shimmered in her bluish-gray eyes, and the metallic scent of blood sparked memories in her mind.
Mama…she tried to murder me, and I stabbed her.
"That witch deserved her penance after what she did," a voice uttered in her head.
Carrie's head shook sideways, with heat rising behind her eyelids. "No…she loves me…"
The creeping blackness around her reminded Carrie of the Prayer Closet. She feared and hated that room, even when Margaret shoved her in it for any "sin" she had committed. She scanned the blackened realm until she found an orange glow shining from a distance. After hugging her dead mother for one last time, Carrie put her on the ground and staggered, stretching her hands to sense the walls on each side. She stopped when she felt a solid wall in front of her. The light above her was a climb away.
She climbed the barrier of rubble, her sore fingers and toes gripping the edges. Her eyes grew heavy but fought an internal battle as she shook her head. A draft from the light nipped her sweat-drenched skin, making her shiver. She advanced into the beacon, blinding her sight, but once it faded, reality struck Carrie. A cool breeze drifted as night fell upon the sleeping world, with rows of lights gleaming apart from each other, and houses stood with outdoor lamps flaring. Behind her was a set of ruins that was once her house, sunk inside a crater. Smoke simmered the air, and a fiery flare festered in the distance.
"What happened here?" Carrie intoned.
"Don't you remember? Your peers pushed you too far, and you lashed out against them," the voice spoke. "They've had it coming for a long time."
Carrie stared at her dust-covered hands as pieces of her memory flickered, from her Prom crowning and the blood dump upon her to her wrath. With trembling hands, Carrie stepped back until a sharp object pricked her bare foot. She yelped as a streetlight flickered in sync, and from a glance, only one thing could cause it to happen.
They know what I can do now. I'm not safe here.
Carrie ran around the wreckage and took the back roads. Every faint siren made her jump as she slipped in the shadows until she reached the woodlands. She viewed the wailing and burning town—what she thought was home before she entered the woods. Trees swayed in rhythm as their branches waved hello, and owls hooted their night songs. Carrie lumbered, sobbing, as thorny plants caught her tattered blue nightgown. Though she freed herself, the thorns snagged and ripped holes into the fabric. Small branches latched to her messy long hair, but Carrie snapped the sticks and untangled them.
She stopped as the tightness of her back increased. She stretched behind and winced from brushing the source with her fingers. A speck of blood stained her hand as more soaked into her garment.
"Your mother did this because she never loved you," the voice said. "Her genuine 'love' for you was an act to lower your guard so she could finish what she started on the day of your birth. She might think it was for your sake, but she enacted the most prominent sin: she was playing God."
Carrie ignored the voice and resumed her trek until a beach came into her view. The wind carried a broach of sulfur as waves billowed against the shore. Shivery, exhausted, and bleeding, Carrie collapsed to the ground. A lightless veil encompassed her, for death was her only escape from this hellish world.
Light seeped into her vision as her consciousness returned. Fresh linen wafted through her nose, a breeze lingered from an open window, and lamps dimmed on the cream-tinted ceiling. She got into a seated position on a lush bed, scanning this new setting until she glanced down and her eyes widened. In place of the frayed blue gown was pink silk pajamas, clean of blood and dust. Did someone find me, but who? She spotted a man sitting cross-legged on a bed next to hers.
His wrinkles depicted a journey of life on his face. A thick henna robe with sheep wool on the outer edges draped his figure, bound by a long sash. The man remained still, with his eyes closed and his palms pressed against each other. Carrie wanted to leave the room, for this person was a stranger, but her body refused.
"You shouldn't move," the man said, opening his brown eyes.
"Wh-what?" Carrie replied.
"Your body needs to recover, and I need to change your bandages."
Carrie slid away as the man sat on her bed. Her mother had told her that men wanted intercourse to spread more sin. "Please, don't hurt me."
"It's all right, child. Can I see your left arm? I have to check for infection."
Carrie blinked and did so. The man rolled the coat sleeve, revealing a gauze. He removed it, and after a glance, he went to the bathroom. She extended her arm where a line of stitches ran towards her elbow, flashing memories of her mother and the knife until a cramp raced inside her right leg. She furled her pant leg, exposing a cream-colored dressing. The man returned with a water-filled bowl and put it in the drawer. He extracted a small rag from his robe and wet it. Carrie sucked air into her teeth as he cleaned the sutures until the stinging lessened.
"E-excuse me, sir, did you do this?" Carrie asked.
"Yes. I didn't have time to bring you to the hospital when I discovered you this morning."
Once she grasped on the man's words, Carrie pulled her arm away, as though ready to flee. "Where am I, and where are you taking me?"
"Calm yourself. You're on a ship, and I'm heading home to Tibet. I sensed something must have happened when I found you, so I didn't risk returning you whence you came. Once we hit land, you can go wherever you wish."
"Are you sure…you won't send me to a tavern or…?"
"No, and a lovely girl shouldn't die."
"Don't call me that, sir. No one has said nice things. They call me 'sinner,' 'creepy'…"
"I doubt you are any of that. Once I finish, I will bring breakfast for us. What do you prefer?"
Carrie fell silent. Through the man's act of kindness, she had escaped her fate. "It doesn't matter."
A/N: As one door closes, another one opens for Carrie. Who is the stranger, and what his plan for Carrie once they reach Tibet? I will let my brain rest, so I'll see you later.