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Belle Reve,8 years later
The young blonde adult was simply combing her hair which had long to the point where it took her a week and a plastic knife to cut most of it off and was stuck with a half-finished side hair job. Showers to Carrie were just as bad as it was at school, she still wished that there was a bit of privacy but nothing as she sometimes starred at her fellow inmates seeing things from scars, burns, and tattoos especially one inmate that was basically covered in all colors and black lines that just starring at her made her dizzy like looking at a Kaleidoscope.
Every day the same clean bed, fix sheets, three meals a day, break, shower, and lights out until one day...
Break to Carrie was simply a quiet time for her as she mostly walked around or sat down and read her bible mostly trying to get others to make a small church group but no one cared as a few of them simply knew her as "The devil of Chamberlain" A name she would be called from time to time and it was even worse than the insults from school. Having given up she simply sat down next to another woman that was about her age holding a deck of cards as the woman then slammed her cards at the table.
"Straight pair!" Carrie then turned around to see a rat holding playing cards in its paws as it then dropped them showing a royal flush as the woman then yawned before laying her head down on the table and started sleeping as the rat then laid on her shoulder. "uh..."
Carrie didn't know whether to wake her on not as she re-read a few verses until the break ended as the woman was still asleep as a guard then shook the woman before checking her pulse as she slumped over and fell to the floor snoring as two others picked her up and carried her back into her cell labeled Cleo Cazo. "Damn sleepwalker."
A few days later was when she got a bit closer with Cleo and the rat she had called "Sebastien" usually feeding him dry stale bread during meal times as the three of them got closer to a friendzone bond as far as prison rules would let them until Carrie's cell was open as she read about the resurrection of the lord and savior her eyes mostly focused on the pages rather than who was in front until a tablet was placed in front of her face as several viewpoints from the black prom massacre were played causing her to bury her face into her bible and put her hair in front of her.
"The devil of..." "Don't please... that's not..." "Mass killer, destruction of property, and yet you stand here instead of being six feet under." "Just let me rot for..." "Forty-two years out of a two-year life sentence, what if you could take some time off?" "I already took off fifty-four days that's all I can.." "What about ten years?" Carrie then dropped her bible. "What do you want from me?"
Soon she was guided around as she was given a long speech about her deal. "Everything that you see during your mission never happened, to the world you're still here never moved from this place, once you're in your in." Carrie felt that everything seemed simple enough for her to understand as she was lead to the infirmary and then strapped to a chair. "Uh... what is... OW!" She then felt a sharp pain in the back of her head as a few bottles of meds flew off the counter wall before she was lead out as she caught a glip of an X-ray with a small pill-shaped object in her vertebrae. "Fail to follow my orders and your explosive gets activated, small but enough impact of a grenade." Carrie's eyes widened after hearing that as sweat leaked from her face before she was stripped and tossed a pair of street clothes. "Get dressed." She looked at the clothing and to her, it was what her mother would call "Sinful" she grabbed a black leather jacket with white wings and a halo stitched on it and the words John 3:16 on the front side next was a pair of cargo pants with hard pads and a simple pair of sneakers as she walked out and was lead into an armored vehicle as she sat down placing her bible inside her jacket as it drove off.
The second chapter is done!