Thou Shalt Not – chapter 2

Author's Notes (please read): Hah, look, the yelling worked! This chapter might be a little weird. Most of it was written between 12:00AM and 02:00AM, so yeah... I was half asleep. If it doesn't sound right, or if it doesn't sound like Carrie at all, tell me? I need all the constructive-crit I can get!

Step right up, get your answers here!:

Muse of suffering – Crack pairings are indeed awesome my friend! As for Carrie's mother's involvement, we shall see. She will undoubtedly make an appearance or two...

Tugera – Well, the 'What If' storyline was originally going to end up as a series including a range of teen horror killer pairings and although that idea was scrapped (t'was a shame) this could definitely be considered a kind of spin-off.

And thank you; Thomas, Boris Yeltsin, OMEGAkid222, whysoserious:) and HEYYOUGUYS! for both compliments and loud requests for updates! I hope you all enjoy the second chapter.

Pairing: Eventual Carrie White/Regan Teresa MacNeil

Warnings: Femmeslash, gore, possession, anti-/overly religious views

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"For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline."
2 Timothy 1:7

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"Our Father which art in heaven-" Carrie bit her lip, eyes slipping open for a moment to stare up at the well-worn figure of Jesus, nailed to a wooden cross, which hung on her wall, high above her from her kneeling position on the floor.

"-Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come-" her hushed tone broke the cool silence of the room, dim with only a small window, even the bright morning sun could not penetrate the gloom.

"-Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.-" The petite girl scrunched up her face, a stroke of fear blossoming within her as she dreaded the next line. "A-And lead us not into temptation-"

Oh, how she wished she could believe in such things. Although she had her doubts as to the strengths of such temptations in the ways of the Lord, she knew she had been led somewhat astray. Why else would such indecent thoughts of Tommy Ross come to her at night? Was she really as full of sin as her mother often claimed?

"-But deliver us from evil-" Well, she did try to obey the Lord and all His rules and wishes, but perhaps the wickedness ran too deep a stain to be altered by her pains?

"-Amen." Carrie looked up into Jesus' face, feeling dismayed. Oh, she did try her hardest to both follow His teachings and also fit in with the more sinful crowd at school but, it sometimes seemed as though she were doomed to failure in both paths.

The teen stood, her long, thick nightgown falling to brush cheap lace trimming over the roof of her bare feet. She ignored the persistent ache in her knees and shins from kneeling on the hard wooden floorboards, the soreness would fade in time and surely hardships should be endured whilst in prayer, or so was her mother's opinion.

It was early morning and she had few hours to spare before the school bus would round the corner of the next street. It would stop for a few moments so that she, and the other kids in her area, could hastily clamber on before it trundled off in search of more teens to swallow.

Carrie tip-toed slowly out of her room and into the small bathroom off the landing. Once safely locked within, she ran a shallow basinful of lukewarm water and proceeded to pull the nightdress over her head. Her ruffled hair fell back over her face and she shivered, hugging her arms round herself whilst simultaneously squirming in the freezing cold of the dark bathroom. Quailing under the disapproving gazes of Jesus and His disciples, beautifully framed on the opposite wall, the teen dipped a cloth into the water and began to cleanse herself.

She gasped at the first touch of cool water on bared skin, her teeth chattering. Under the stare of holy men, she dared not touch any parts of her body, lest it be misconstrued as sinful behaviour. No, pleasures of the flesh were not for her. Her mother knew much and it was she who had taught Carrie on what was sinful and what was His holy work. And, that her own salvation would not be found when any such touch rested upon her dirty-pillows or between her thighs.

When she was clean, she pulled the nightdress back over her head. It would not do to walk around in the house naked! And although the sinful thought did appeal to her more rebellious side, her mother would undoubtedly catch her and throw her into her prayer closet. A shudder racked her spine. Oh, the closet was a horrible place in it's own right, and to be locked in there for hours? Often a torture in the purest of forms.

She walked back to her room. Her clothes were laid out over the back of her chair, as she usually laid them out, the night before. They were thick, many layers of them. All in aid of hiding the more sinful elements of her shape. To disguise her dirty-pillows and hips, which mother always said were like red flags to a bull but, instead to boys and men in their most sinful of moments, enraging them to abandon God in favour of the taste of flesh.

The teen pulled the last of her layers on, a grey woollen cardigan with small wooden buttons, and stretched her arms up over her head, yawning. Outside, birds were twittering and the shrill calls of young children being taken to school by their parents and sitters could be heard in the distance. Carrie smiled thinly and reached for a brush, dragging the bristles through her long hair, staring at her reflection in the small mirror on her wall. Perhaps today, although it's uncanniness in similarity to all other days, would be a good day?

Downstairs, her mother could be heard, humming one of her most favoured of Biblical verses. As if to remind her to quickly eat something before she had to leave for the school bus, her stomach growled threateningly up at her. Carrie grabbed her school satchel and slowly descended the stairs. If her mother was in good temperament, Carrie could eat and be out of the house within a half hour or so. If she was in a bad temperament however, Carrie would undoubtedly be repeating a long-winded prayer, seeking His forgiveness, and most likely be late for school.

"Good morning Mama."

Her mother turned from her sewing, pausing mid-hum. "Good morning child, have you spoken your morning prayers?"

Carrie nodded enthusiastically, "Yes Mama, I got down on my knees and prayed to the Lord as soon as I woke up."

This seemed to please her mother who nodded, smiling. "Only a sinful child does less."

The teen nodded in response. "Mama, can I have something to eat before school?"

Mrs White rose from where she was seated, walking into the sparse kitchen. She handed Carrie a few slices of home-made bread, a dark gritty mixture that was as unappetizing as it was almost stale. She ate it anyway, savouring it. Beggars were not choosers in the house of the Lord.

After kissing her mother goodbye on her rough cheek, Carrie left the house. She stumbled slightly on the steps down from the door, but righted herself quickly. If she hurried she could still catch the bus in good time. The road was not long and she had reached the bus stop before anyone else. She hunched on the side of the road, her hair falling in front of her face.

She looked up as footsteps approached. The street was not busy, with only the occasional bicycle or car driving down it, so it was quite save for the birds. A girl, a few years younger and certainly a head or two shorter stood opposite her. She had wavy brown hair that framed her young face and she looked nervous, books clutched to her bosom. Carrie did not recognise her.

Before this odd occurrence could amount to anything more, a gaggle of teens arrived causing Carrie to begrudgingly back away to avoid being trapped in a crowd who despised her and would taunt her from all sides. The school bus arrived soon after and Carrie watched as the nameless girl hopped on in front of her, curious as to who she was and where she had come from.