A/N: This is an experimental story.
I was sitting in my friend Sarah's living room, watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, when she said something to the effect of: "Hey, he's got what Carrie has!" ("Carrie" being the character from the Stephen King book, and movie) and I said, "Telekinesis? He's telekinetic?" so I decided to attempt to combine the two.
I'm picking up right after Carrie's supposed "death". If this combination sounds screwy to you, stop reading. Now. If I've piqued your interest, then please, read on. And review. If y'all don't mind.
Just as Sue felt her die, she felt her heartbeat quicken. She saw Carrie's eyes open quickly and then snap shut, saw Carrie lift her right arm in panic, heard Carrie scream, felt Carrie do all these things, struggled to keep Carrie under control. "Carrie, Carrie, it's okay."
Carrie's eyes flickered left to right, taking in the town's destruction.
Oh, God.
What happened?
She hadn't known that the whole town would catch fire and burn. She could smell gasolene, the putrid smell invading her lungs. She coughed violently. As she raised a hand to cover her mouth—silly thing really, she only did it out of politeness and what was politeness doing at a time like this?—she noticed it was covered with something red and sticky. Something like
BLOOD
She remembered now. She remembered the laughter, the scream HER SCREAM it was her up there covered in blood oh she thought it would be different this time this time would be hers isn't that what Tommy said Tommy oh Tommy what happened to him he must have died too and who is this in front of her, talking to her, what are those words spilling from her lips oh I don't hear you I don't hear you I don't hear you!
"Carrie. Look at me!"
I won't! I can't! Weren't you listening to me, earlier? It was so important before!
Sue sighed and scooped up Carrie in her arms, walking, where? She didn't know. She had to take Carrie somewhere. She had to take her to where she knew she belonged.
Carrie was surprisingly light. Sue was hardly hindered as she stumbled around the streets, searching for an ambulance or some kind of vehicle. After all, they wouldn't get very far on her feet. She saw a man wearing fluorescent green stare at her oddly and she choked out one word: "Help."
When Carrie was finally in the ambulance, safe, a paramedic running tests, and Sue was beside her, holding onto her left hand in a death grip, she allowed herself to sleep. Maybe it was her imagination, but she felt as though she could feel Carrie relax too. Maybe something was there that she wasn't seeing.
