Episode Eleven: Ben
"So Miss White ah...it's your turn to tell me about yourself..." A friendly sounding old therapist asks playing with his pen. "...There's nothing to tell sir..." Carrie said with her arms spread across the table. "I must say Carrie that's is a nice jacket your wearing." the old man replied with a kind smile. "...Thank You..." the tired girl said looking up at the clock. "Now Carrie...in our last interview we were talking more about...your time in New York but, there is something you told me a few weeks ago that, you still haven't brought up since." Carrie rolled her eyes brushing a hand through her hair.
"Not this again PLLEEAASE!" Carrie begged banging her head against the table. "You told me that...The Spider-Man...he's your former lover yes, now Miss White, if this is true...that could be exactly what I need to know about Carrietta." the old therapist said laughing to himself. "...I would rather not talk about him...Sir..." Carrie replied crossing her arms starring at the old man dead in the eyes. "...How do you feel about him now?" The therapist continued not amused by her attitude. "Miss White, you, clearly know of this Spider-Man's identity, if your speaking the truth of course; so it begs the question, why haven't you shared that information to any number of psycho's or maniacs within this Institution?" He continued "I'm sure his enemies would love to know who he really is..." Carrie looked at the clock one last time before opening her mouth. "...I haven't told anyone about him because...he's mine...and no one else can have him..."
Carrie explained as their time together came to a sudden end. "Carrietta...we've been at this for several week now...and you've barely opened up..." The old man said getting back his feet as the reinforced door clicked open, with a small red light flashing green. "But you should know Miss White...I've been at this for twenty five years...seen monsters that you couldn't even dream of...and believe me...there weren't a lot of them quite like you...I don't know what happened to you in your life to bring you to this point Carrie; but you have all the traits of suffering from a Sociopathic Disorder...you need help...so let me help you...for the sake of your child..." The old man finished stepping out to the hallway.
The Rage Incident - By Dr Kirby Ditko - (Page 60)
In the opinion of this researcher, a great many of the people who have researched the Carrie White matter either for the scientific journals or for the popular press have placed a mistaken emphasis on a relatively fruitless search for incidents of Telekinesis in the girl's childhood. To strike a rough analogy, this is like spending years researching the early incidents of masturbation in a rapist's childhood. The Spectacular incident of the Chamberlain local multiplex involving Chris Hargensen serves as a kind of red herring in this respect. Many Researchers have adopted the erroneous belief that where there has been one incident, there must be others. To offer another analogy, this is like dispatching a crew of meteor watchers to Crater National Park because a huge asteroid struck there two million years ago.
To the best of my knowledge, there are no other recorded instances of Telekinesis, what we are calling TK, in Carrie's childhood. If Carrie had not been an only child, we might have at least hearsay reports of dozens of other minor occurrences. In the case of Andrea Kolintz (See Appendix II for a fuller history), we are told that, following a spanking for crawling out on the roof, "The medicine cabinet flew open, bottles fell to the floor or seemed to hurl themselves across the bathroom, doors flew open and slammed shut, and at the climax of the manifestation, a 300 pound stereo cabinet tipped over and records flew all over the living room, dive bombing the occupants and shattering against the walls."
Significantly, this report is from one of Andrea's brothers, as quoted in the September 4, 1997, issue of National Enquirer magazine. National Enquirer is hardly the most scholarly or unimpeachable source, but there is a great deal of other documentation, and I think that the point of familiar witnesship is served. In the case of Carrietta N. White, the only witness to any possible prologue to the final climatic event was Margret White, and she, of course is dead. Though many survivors of the Chamberlain Incidents have mentioned a cousin of the same age named, Peter Parker, who's identity has yet to be discovered. However in the case of Miss White's unexpected pregnancy, young Carrie still remains silent of the possible identity to the child's father.
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"Carrie...you have a visitor..." The friendly security guard called out looking at the poor girl with a tilted head. "Aunt May!" Carrie exclaimed smiling brightly while to two women embraced. "...Hey Care...hows...hows the little guy doing?" May stuttered with fear in her voice. "...Aunt May...your...your not mad are you?" Carrie asked with the same shy nervousness as the old Carrie once had. "No sweetie I'm not-I'm not...it just...Peter is the father-right?" May hesitantly replied biting her lip. "...Mmm-Hmm..." was all Carrie was able to get out at the mention of that name.
"Oh sweetie...I wish you would have talked to me about it first Carrie...your just a minor honey...and now look your gonna have a child...oh how am I gonna tell Pete..." May continued with a heavy heart. "...I...I'll take care of it..." Carrie replied rubbing her stomach. "Carrie...I'll be taking the child when it's born...you know that right..." May said holding her nieces burned hand. Carrie looked down at the carpet, gritting her teeth at the realization that Peter will most likely raise this baby. "You know Aunt May...I-I was thinking...since...the doctors have told me...it's...a boy...I could...you could...name him, Ben Parker...Jr..." The young girl admitted bringing a smile to her Aunts face. "...If that's what you want sweetie...of course..."
Meanwhile
Peter swung across Queens with a permanent smile on his face. The city was safe and sound, life had been back to normal for the last three months. And Spider-Man was back to his friendly neighborhood status. Peters phone began to buzz inside his pocket, he did his best pull it out while keeping his current momentum down the street. "Hey Aunt May..." Peter said happily, flipping across the sky. "Hey Pete...listen...is everything okay?" May asked with her heart beating out of her chest. "Yeah I'm Great...Were Are You?" Peter asked wondering why she would call like this. "I'm in Maine...visiting Carrie..." she replied noticing her nephews silence.
"Peter...I've been trying to think of ways to tell you this for months now...and I'm sorry for...making you find out this way you know...it's just; I've never, had this happen to me before..." May said with a nervous voice. "...Okay so what...your...pregnant?" Peter asked, half serious. "No sweetie...Carrie is..." May replied as Peter heart practically stop for a split second. "WHA-AH WHAT NOW!" Peter asked losing his grip on his web line, causing him to crash down onto a nearby car, crushing it under his body as the alarms went crazy. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" Peter shrieked more surprised than hurt. "I'm sorry sweetie-I'm so, so sorry I didn't tell you but...Good I'm So Stupid..." May said to herself, feeling like a useless parent. "NO IT'S COOL AH...I JUST NEED, A FEW MINUTES TO THINK ABOUT THIS!" Peter replied hanging up the phone as he laid on the broken car, frozen in his tacks, Carrie couldn't be pregnant, "She Can't Be..."
Later That Evening
Carrie sat at her usual bench in order to eat her dinner, away from the rest of the crazies, spilled out into the hall, with many armed guards watching them. It had been almost a good six months now since her and Parker had their night of, intercourse, and by this point, Carrie pregnancy was more than obvious. "Hello There...Dinner For Two Tonight?" a young man with wild red hair playfully taunted her, while possessing a disturbingly large clownish grin across his face. "Hey...I'm C.K...Nice To Finally Meet Teen Mom..." He said not breaking his eye contact with Carrie for one second before letting out a sudden fit of crazy laughter.
"...Go Away..." Carrie demanded desperately wanting to use her powers. "You know something Rage...I'v heard about you...that's a serious baby package your...packing; but with all that physical abuse you've gone through its a miracle that little guys still cooking hmm...what is that kid made of?" C.K asked jumping into a chair across from Carrie, "...It's good genes..." Carrie replied smiling. "Dose the kid have a name?" C.K continued enraging the young girl more and more.
"None of your business C.K..." Carrie replied angrily "Oh come on Rage...I can be a good friend-let me be your friend..." C.K insisted with a playful tone, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Carrie screamed "HEY...THAT'S ENOUGH C.K!" A security guard demanded startling the young redhead. "Okay-Okay..." He insisted backing away with a psychotic giggle. "...You and your super-baby have nice day..." C.K finished with a cartoonish curtsy. "Crazy Bastard..." She mumbled to herself in a fit of Rage.
Eventually heading back to her room, Carrie sat in on her bed thinking of what will happen to her baby after its born, she didn't want Peter to get anywhere near him, but she had no choice in the matter. But suddenly, Carrie began to feel ringing in her ears and sharp pain in her head. "WHATS HAPPENING TO ME..." Carrie screamed in pain like she had never felt before. Carrie had been feeling these pains for the last several weeks, but this time it was much, much worse. She could feel her stomach burning and she forced onto the ground by the pain. She scream louder than she had ever screamed. The security team of this particular wing. Rushed to the locked door, "CARRIE...CARRIE TALK TO US WHATS HAPPENING CARRIE!" The older of the guards called out trying to get the door open.
Carrie felt something move inside her, scratching and crawling it's way out of her body. "AHHHH-GOD!" Carrie was in unbelievable pain, the lights across the building started to violently shake and flicker, bursting and collapsing on top of unfortunate loony's. But this wasn't her doing, something else was causing this chaos. The door to her room burst off it's hinges, knocking half the team off their feet. "Miss Whites Powers Are Back, I REPEAT, CARRIE WHITES POWERS ARE BACK!" A loan guard proclaimed into a radio, sprinting towards the armory.
The panic alarm was sounded and dozens of armed guards pushed towards Carrie's room, still hearing her screams down the halls, with sweat running down their necks. "Carrie don't do anything stu..." The older guard attempted to reason with the young girl, before a look of shock appeared on his face. "Oh My God." The old man called out as his team hesitantly peaked into the small room. "Get The Warden Down Here, NOW!"
Carrie sat in the middle of the room, tears in her eyes with her cloths and bandages torn apart, covered in blood and other strange fluids. Her stomach flattened out with a shrieking new born in her arms. "Please...He-help...me..." She pleaded still feeling pain in her body. Carrie was happy, confused, and pain stricken at the same time, it had barely been six months, how could this child have been born now. But more importantly, what was this baby capable of, Carrie thought to herself looking at the destruction left in her wake. The sickly looking girl, glanced into her child's eyes. A smile appeared on her face at the slight of her new special boy, sucking on his little fingers.
"...I...I Love You...My Little Ben Parker Jr..."
To Be Continued