Hey guys. For the guys who are reading my stories for a while, I'm sorry it's been a while but my holidays have been a little busy so writing was a thing that was very hard to do.
This idea has been stuck in my heads ever since end July and refused to leave. I'm sorry if this is a bit rough on the draft but hey, I can't help it.
For the ones who are new, let me just say that it's not my first time writing a story and Carrie is something that speaks to me. As a former bully victim, I can sympathize with those stories and so, this is my shot.
Set in the 2013 film, this is just when the Black Prom begins. Let's see how I do it.
Oh, for the ones who want to know where I got the title. Not from Game of Thrones if you wonder but from Bloodbound. A cliché filled metal but hey, I like their sound. But you can argue they got it from GOT so you end up on the same thing.
The night was cool and for most senior students, today was really special. After all, it was prom night. Just a few more weeks and they would be graduated. But right now, that didn't really matter. The whole student body and teachers looked shocked to Carrie White.
Carriete or Carrie as she preferred was a girl whose life hasn't been easy. Besides the relentless bully attacks by Chris and her posse, her fanatic mother closed her even more off. Creepy Carrie. Crazy Carrie.
No one in the school lifted a finger to help the young girl. And right now, the cruelest thing happened. Standing on the stage, elected Prom Queen of this year, she received an awful gift from her bully. Pig blood. All over her and Tommy, her date.
Tommy was Sue Snell's, one of Chris friends who recently began to have problems with what her friends were doing to Carrie. So she persuaded her boyfriend to go with Carrie to the prom. It had been a nice evening. Expect for this disaster.
Outside the school, a young guy parked his way of transport. A black Yamaha which was a gift from his dad. The young man preferred this above a car due to the maneuverability. He didn't go to this school, hell, he'd never been to Chamberlain. This town got under his skin as soon he arrived here. Shit.
What a damn mess. And he was the only one who had to clean this up. Due to the POI was a high school girl which was under an inhumanly amount of stress, she'd snap rather sooner than later and he had to be there to either take her with him or kill her.
After reading her story, there was no way he'd kill her or leave her to die. A power surge came from the school. Great, this party already started. Checking his handgun, he hoped he didn't have to use it. A CZ 75, a souvenir from his last visit in Czech Republic. He had taken quite a liking to it. It was at least better than the Beretta he found it a nice weapon to use.
At least, in the cases he had to use it. For him, violence was a last resort. One he did like to use but one he would use only in the last case of it. Not sooner or later.
He looked up and saw a young girl running in the school. Most likely after the same person he was. But no way, he would be first.
He ran into the school, using her ears to pinpoint. The silence didn't give much away but he knew where he had to run to find his place. Besides, he could navigate his way around the globe so this little school was easy shit.
Like the girl, who now finally noticed him. She turned to him and wanted to say something but they both turned to the door where the silence was deafening.
And what he saw wasn't really pretty. A girl who had been quite attractive in her own right (at least that's what he would think of her) stood on stage. She was pretty if you could ignore the blood that had gotten over her.
"Oh, shit." The boy muttered. She had snapped and the small trinkets of blood had begun to rise. He had a slight idea that was happening right now. A shockwave got over the entire school, ripping them away.
The man braced himself from the impact. Like headquarters told him. Unlike him who was just lucky to get his powers, Carrie came from a line of a telekinetic family. And she was pretty strong although she wasn't that familiar to her powers.
At least, Stormborn hoped that was the case. The stupid nickname came from his own powers but the guy who had come up with his nickname watched too much Game Of Thrones. Of course, that shock wave caused a major panic. Closing the door with her powers, Stormborn and Sue were locked out.
The glass was broken by a young girl who wanted to run away. Used to the horrors in his job, Stormborn didn't even flinch. He saw how the girl closed the other doors. Standing back, he put his right foot behind his left. Taking a deep breath, he kicked the door open and caused two major things.
One. The students tramping for that door were blown away. Two. Carrie's attention had gotten on him. Suddenly, the whole aula fell silent as the young guy walked in. The screams and shouts were gone as the young man walked in, everyone giving him enough space so he could pass. Carrie looked at him, her eyes filled with hate and insane anger.
Stormborn pulled his hoodie down, revealing a handsome face with a scar on his right cheek. His hair was brown and half long, barely reaching his shoulders. He crossed his arms but looked at her with sympathy. He was no genius but he had gotten a pretty decent idea of the amount of crap she put up with just by reading her file.
His eyes showed most. Grey eyes looked at her with worry and hoping she'd calm down. But Carrie would have none of it. Looking to the bleachers, she launched one at him with a speed that should kill him at impact.
Not even turning his eyes away, Stormborn caught the projectile with one hand, stopping it. Okay, seems like violence was needed. Or she just needed to cool off. Well fine by him.
Throwing the bleacher away, he spat on the ground looking at her with a grin that fell in category demented. She smiled at him cruelly. He'll be the first to pay. Throwing a table at him, the young man stopped it in mid-flight and hurled it away, causing it to land at a few students. He had to reduce casualties but at this point, he'd stopped seeing them as human lives but as collateral damage.
Half of the students stayed behind to watch the fight. Was this Carrie? Carrie the Freak. Carrie who had gotten an unhealthy amount of pig blood over her.
The saner ones left now they had the chance. And they pulled most of the idiots with them. Stormborn on the other hand decided to bump it up a notch. Using an open hand, he lifted her up. She had a decent control over her powers but using them against someone who had the same wasn't that easy. Besides, he had his training and was a bit better than her at it.
She glared at him and broke her hand free of his power. She then forced him back but the young man had to be outdone. Walking a little back, he broke her line of power. The problem with telekinesis is that you have to focus on the target to make it move. If it moved out of your line of thoughts, getting him would be a lot more difficult.
Stormborn hoped she'd calm down but well, you could call him retarded at some point. She was now really pissed. Taking down the electric cables of the setting, she put the whole stage on fire. Stupid but well, you couldn't really see this coming.
When two attacked the man, he stood back and took them in his two hands. Leaning his head back, he sighed and ripped them apart, causing Carrie to fall down. Dropping the two cables on the ground, he walked to her.
Using his hands, he lifted himself on the stage and walked to her fallen body. She looked up at him in fear. Knowing nothing else than abuse from her peers or his mother, she was expecting nothing different right now.
But the young man did nothing like that. Getting on one knee, he offered her his hand. She looked at him in shock but his face didn't change. His mouth was set on neutral but his eyes only felt a little hint of pity and understanding her anger. Taking of his own jacket, he offered it to her.
Accepting it, she took it and draped it over her shoulders. Stormborn again offered his hand. She took it and with unsurprising force, he pulled her on his feet. Putting his hands in his pocket, he walked down the stairs. The students that were left looked at him in awe but when looking in his eyes, only disgust, loath and hate could be read.
Cracking his knuckles, he leant his head back and caused a second shockwave got over the students. This time, more force and just more energy which had the convenient effect of knocking everyone out in the building except for Carrie and Stormborn.
"Well, that takes care of it. Cooled your head a bit so you can talk again?" He asked calmly looking at her.
She still had no idea who he was but he had stopped her attack. "Who… Who are you?" Her timid nature gotten in her body again, she had no idea who he was.
Sighing, the man crossed his arms. With her jacket, she looked cute. "You can call me Stormborn or Storm for making matters easier. You're Carrie, right?" She nodded.
"How did you?"
"Know your name?" He waved his hand. "Don't worry about that. Or your classmates." He spat that word with disgust in his mouth. "They're knocked out so that can give us the chance to keep up. At this point, you are a little tight on options. You either come with me or." He didn't continue but his right hand had taken out his CZ 75.
She understood.
"Where are you taking me?" The man sighed.
"Well, I'm not really inclined or allowed for that matter to tell you but I think that anything would be better than staying here?"
She nodded and followed Stormborn when he offered her a hand. "Oh, one last thing." Walking back to the stage, he looked at Tommy.
Checking the pulse, the young man had a shock. But Storm wouldn't let him die. Using his fingers, he tapped in the body and the guy stirred.
Stormborn then walked next to Carrie, a little bit surprised. But she followed him.
She tapped on his shoulder.
"There is something I want to ask. If I leave, will I ever come back? Or return." Stormborn shook his head. "No."
The girl understood and nodded. "There is one thing I want to do before I leave." The young man raised an eyebrow.
Okay, for now, that'd be it. I will apologize for this amount of crap. I knew I got rusty but not that I would have gotten this rusty. I need to get it in a bit and ah, well, we'll see where we end up this weekend. I don't know if I'll continue this story. A part of me says no while the reality will now
I'm done with the Division and I got nothing else left now. Saturday will be fun to write. I just hope I can get a Tommy Gun.
Saluut.