Story is about man seeking revenge on Carrie White-who's still alive- because his younger sister was involved in Ewen High Fire. Stays tame until end, will warn you again, for now, strictly T for language, violence, and some sexual "wording."

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Disclaimer: Do not own Chamberlain, Carrie, etc. however, character of Ranger is mine.

1: Destination

The room was dimly lit, a single bare bulb tiny motel room. A man sat at the round table, which was cluttered with a map, numerous newspaper clippings, a laptop, and a leather-bound black journal.

The man was 6'2', 6'3' and had hair that was reddish-brown and kicked out in the back. He was dressed in the same ensemble he wore whenever he was on the road-on the prowl-: black jeans that were tight around the hips, a silver belt with the buckle made of leather, tight black t-shirt, under it a wife-beater, and when weather was cold, over it a black coat, outside made of leather, inside satin. On this particular day-one he had been looking forward to for nearly seven years-he was dressed in his pants, no belt, and his wife-beater. His hair was slightly damp from a shower and he smelled of Old Spice.

He stood pulled his black t-shirt on, quickly bending down to tie his heavy boots. Crossing to the table, he bent to pick up the map and saw that his hands were shaking violently. He closed his eyes, hidden behind thick sunglasses, and waited until he had control of his body before he folded the map and put in his backpack. Next, he closed the laptop and placed it in the backpack as well. The leather-bound journal he slid into his jacket, which still hung behind his chair.

The only thing left on the table was the newspaper clippings. One was from Chamberlain Chronicles, another Bangor express. They all showed the same scene: Ewen High School after it had burned to the ground.

Burned to the ground with his baby sister in it.

He gently picked them up one by one, folding them and putting them in his back pocket. He recalled that May night as if it had happened yesterday. When he woke to the sounds of shrill sirens, even 20 years later, his whole body shook with a mixture of fear and anger. When they ha d found her body, hours after the flames had been contained, she had been no more than burned flesh. How he had screamed, falling to his knees, shoving coroners aside so hard many had broken noses and black eyes. He screamed her name over and over again, each time held more fury than the one before. Cradling her head in his lap, tears streaming down his face, body trembling, he whispered, "I'm going to get that bitch. I'm going to kill her the way she killed you. Your death will be avenged. Your death will be avenged."

That was his mind-set over the next seven years. Only one event in his life had slightly derailed his plan, but he was always ready.

Always ready to avenge his sister's death.

He had packed and moved to the outskirts of Trenton, New Jersey. Staying in Maine was just too painful. He did come back, once, each year on the anniversary of the Ewen High School burning. He could feel hot tears brimming and he brushed them away.

Zipping the backpack, he gave the room one more look. Tugging the jacket on, hands already holding keys, he swung the backpack on next. Killing the light, he walked to the front desk.

The man behind the counter was thing and balding with deep set brown eyes. He was dressed casually in white slacks and a plain black shirt that read Dan. He looked up from the crossword puzzle he'd been working on and asked, "checking out?"

The customer didn't answer, simply laid the key on the counter and walked away. Straddling his motorcycle, he started it. No sooner had the engine fired up did he twist the throttle and threw it back, gunning it out of the parking lot.

He finally had a destination.