A/N: This story is my first after reading Carrie crossovers, and I wanted to try something different. I have never watched the Carrie movies or read the books, but I didn't need to because I knew the plot. Not only that, but I also have an interest in fighting games, and Killer Instinct was the one I enjoyed the most. The story takes place after Black Prom. For anyone who is fandom-blind, there is a fandom notes chapter located in Wattpad if you wish to learn the franchises' history.

Disclaimer: I do not own Killer Instinct, nor Carrie.


A weak groan left Carrie White's lips as her eyes fluttered open to the dark. A faint heartbeat filled her ears while her vision struggled to adjust. In her last memory, the house collapsed, and rocks rained down. Carrie tried to sit up, squirming in pain, but something heavy pinned her. She glanced around with furrowed brows, then paused at the dark outline above her. She held her breath and brushed her mother's stiff body.

Copper-blonde hair formed a halo around the woman's pale appearance. Dark blue stains had tinged her full pink lips, and her eyes remained closed.

Carrie's adrenaline spiked as she screamed and pushed the body off her. She panted as she waited for movement, but nothing came to fruition.

"Mm… am… ma?" Stammered words escaped her lips.

Her mother lay on her back, not uttering a word.

"Mama? Say something!" After crawling over to the prone woman, Carrie called out to her. She shook her body, trying to wake her, but nothing. Bursting into a loud sob, Carrie embraced her mother's body. She pressed her lips onto her mother's scalp as she wailed. Tears poured onto her cheeks, blurring her vision. What happened? Why is Mama-?

Her thoughts paused when something warm trickled into her hand. Carrie raised her hand and froze at the crimson stain as she sniffled. The metallic scent of blood sparked memories in her mind. She remembered her fight for her life, the bloodied knife, and her mother's last breath.

A shiver rippled through Carrie while covering her mouth with her hand. Though she swallowed hard, her throat burned from the bitterness. She pressed her forehead against her mother's.

"She deserved it," a voice spoke in her head.

Startled, Carrie glanced around in every direction. "H-Hello?" Her chest tightened, and her breathing increased. As she sat still, waiting for a response, her ears strained. After a while, she exhaled. Heat rose within her closed, puffy eyes. I'm having a nightmare. Once I wake up, Mama will be alright.

"Deny it all you want, but this is reality."

As she scanned the blackened realm, Carrie's eyes twitched. Hidden debris barred her from each side, reminding her of the Prayer Closet. Each time her mother had shoved her in, she would tremble, her heart racing. With its haunted conditions, that room was dreadful.

I must get out of here! As she glanced around, a bright orange light caught her attention. Was that an exit? Was God waiting for her?

As she hugged her dead mother, Carrie kissed her temple one last time. She laid her on the ground, placing a tender hand on her cold cheek. Goodbye, Mama.

Her body aching in protest, she arose. She staggered, struggling to find her way around until she hit something. Carrie brushed her hands against the surface: smooth with rubble poking from the edge. With the light luring her in, Carrie climbed towards it, grunting. Her eyes grew heavy as she struggled to stay awake.

Just a little longer. Almost there.

A draft from the light nipped her sweat-drenched skin. As Carrie advanced into the beacon, she heaved a decent amount of air. She reared her head back, allowing herself to bathe in the light's warmth. Closing her eyes, Carrie enjoyed the cold air caressing her. When she opened them, a knot formed in the pit of her stomach.

Neither God nor Heaven awaited her.

Night fell upon the sleeping world as a cool breeze blew, with rows of lights gleaming. Across the quiet suburbs, houses were next to each other. Behind her, her one-story blue house was destroyed, its lawn littered with rocks. A burning odor hit her nostrils, forcing her to shift to her right. Smoke hung in the air, and a fiery glow flared in the distance.

"W-What happened here?" Carrie couldn't take her eyes off the destruction.

"Don't you remember? They pushed you too far, and you punished them," the voice said, almost taunting her. "They had it coming for a long time."

Examining her dust-covered hands, her eyes widened as her memories returned.

Prom Night of 2013.

The pig's blood on her face.

The attack.

"What have I done?" As Carrie stumbled back, a sharp object in the grass pricked her foot. She yelped and jumped away from the source while a nearby streetlight shimmered. While rubbing her bleeding foot with her dirty hands, she froze. Her stomach quivered when the streetlight caught her attention earlier.

Her breath quickened as instinct urged her to leave. Every scenario filled her mind with the threat of death.

From every direction, sirens screeched as Carrie fled into the back streets. Although she remained in the shadows, the loud, high noises startled her. After some time, Carrie reached a dense forest. She surveyed the burning town before fading into the woods, tears in her eyes.

Tree branches swayed in rhythm with the evening breeze, and owls hooted their night songs. Moonlight shone through the darkness, lighting Carrie's path. Thick mud covered her feet, and thorny plants ensnared her tattered blue gown. Though she freed herself, the thorns tore holes into the fabric. As her back tightened, she stopped.

Groaning, Carrie stretched behind and brushed her fingers against the source. A speck of blood blotted her fingers when she pulled her hand into view. She looked down at herself as more blood soaked into her garment.

Why Mama?

"Your mother never loved you," the voice said. "She used her 'maternal love' to lower your guard, to complete what she had started. By doing so, she had committed her heinous sin: playing God."

Indifferent to the voice, Carrie resumed her trek with no direction. She kept wandering through the forest until she arrived at a beach. The wind carried sulfur from dried seaweed, and waves billowed against the shore.

A grin formed on Carrie's lips. A trip to the beach had been on her wish list after she finished school. To have the waves and cool air caress her skin. To witness the rising sun before death would come to visit her.

Shivering, exhausted, and bleeding, Carrie collapsed to the ground. Her face hit the sand as a lightless veil enveloped her. Whatever lay ahead would be better than this nightmarish life.


A glimmer of light flooded her vision, awakening her. Across the cream-tinted ceiling, lamps dimmed under an open window. Carrie sat up, stunned to discover herself on a cot. Uncertain of where she was, she inspected the room.

Beside her cot was a small mahogany desk with a reading lamp. Against the wall sat two larger desks; one had a TV. The bathroom and dressing room were near her. Dazed, she glanced down at herself, her eyes bulging. Pink silk pajamas had replaced the frayed blue gown. In addition, she was clean of dust, filth, and blood. While examining her clothes, a flurry of questions raced through her mind. Her eye caught a man sitting cross-legged on a cot next to hers.

Subtle creases depict a journey of life on his face. His bald scalp shone from the morning sun filtering through the window. A thick henna robe draped over his body, hiding any prominent features.

The man remained still, his eyes closed and his palms pressed together. Despite Carrie's desire to leave, her body refused.

"You shouldn't move." The man's voice was light. He opened his eyes, revealing a brilliant brown hue.

"Wh-what?" Her voice trembled.

"You sustained major injuries. You were unconscious for several hours. Let me change the bandages."

Frightened, Carrie retreated towards a corner when the man arose from his cot. "P-Please… Please, don't hurt me." Her widened eyes became damp with tears. Her body trembled as she curled up on her knees. "Please, don't hurt me…."

The man raised a calming hand. "Don't be afraid, child. There are no enemies here, nor am I one. No one will hurt you."

Though wary, Carrie relaxed a bit. Her mother regarded men as ferocious beasts yearning for coitus relations. Why would this man be any different? Why would he help someone so despised as her?

"Can I see your left arm?" he asked.

Carrie blinked at his request, searching for any signs of deceit. She offered her arm once she had found nothing.

While the man rolled up her shirt sleeve, Carrie recoiled from his touch but remained calm. The man removed a thin layer of gauze covering her arm. After examining her injuries, he headed to the bathroom.

Curious, Carrie raised her arm, discovering a line of stitches. Though brief, a memory flashed in her mind of her mother cutting her right leg. She furled up her legging, exposing more gauze.

The man returned with a bowl filled with water, setting it atop the wooden drawer. He extracted a small rag from his robe and soaked it in the bowl. Once he squeezed out the excess water from the rag, he cleaned around the stitches.

Carrie sucked air through her teeth. The struggle to control her powers kept her heart pounding until she relaxed. "Ex-excuse me, sir, did… did you do this?"

A warm smile spread across the man's face. "Yes. Please forgive me, but I couldn't take you to a hospital."

He released her arm once he had completed his task. After pulling her arm away, cold shivers prickled Carrie's skin. Each breath rattled her lungs, and her heart pounded. Despite the man's advice to not move her body, she headed for the window. Once she glanced outside, she froze.

The sky and ocean had replaced the land. The room swayed as sunlight seeping through the window moved across the floor.

Carrie backed herself into a wall, panting. Her body temperature rose as adrenaline shot throughout her system. Tempted to call for help, she imagined every worst-case scenario. What would happen if authorities discovered her?

The man tried to soothe the situation. "Please, you must calm down."

"W-Where am I?" Her voice shrilled with fear. "Where are you taking me?"

"I can explain everything, but first, you must calm down."

Scared, Carrie closed her eyes, drawing deep breaths. Her gaze remained fixed on the man as she curled against the wall.

The stranger sat on Carrie's cot, remaining calm. "Now, this might shock you, but you're on a ship. On my way home to Tibet, I found your body on the beach. Whatever happened to you, I sensed you were trying to flee. I won't say what you have been through, but I will say this. Once we arrive on land, you can roam anywhere you like."

The man's kindness startled Carrie. How could someone act like that? However, she pictured what would happen if she were taken to the hospital. Would doctors have treated her, or would they have called the police? In either case, she'd never see daylight again.

"A-Are you sure?" she asked. "Y-You won't send me to a roadhouse or…?"

The man waved his hand. "No. A lovely girl like you shouldn't live in fear. You deserve to be free and happy."

Carrie lowered her head. "Don't call me that, sir. No one would refer to me as that. They have always called me a sinner, creepy…."

"I doubt any of that is true. Once I finish changing your bandages, I will bring breakfast for us. What do you want to eat?"

Carrie fell silent. Through the man's act of kindness, she had escaped her fate. With grim certainty, she closed her eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Nothing did.


A/N: As one door closes, another one opens for Carrie. Who is this stranger, and what is his plan for Carrie once they reach Tibet? I will let my brain rest, so I'll see you later.