A/N: Hello, I am back once again with a new chapter. It is also the first fight scene that I did, so hopefully, I did well. Anyway, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Killer Instinct or Carrie.

Grey clouds rolled across the sky, shading Lhasa. As Carrie and Jago trekked on the kora, thunder rumbled. The monk's eye twitched as he examined the blanketed sky.

Carrie tilted her head. "Is everything okay?"

A soft growl resounded in the monk's throat. "We should find shelter. A storm is coming."

Following the trail, they found a cave to the left and ducked inside. As the storm developed, rain pounded the ground, leading to a downpour. The rumbling increased until the heavens roared, streaks of light blazing. Carrie jumped and covered her ears from the loud noise, whimpering. Jago led her away from the entrance, and they sat on the ground against the wall.

"I guess you don't like storms," the monk said.

Carrie shivered. "I imagine God is out there, unleashing His wrath on the world."

In the sky, lightning flashed while thunder cracked like a whip.

Jago couldn't agree more with Carrie's statement. "Yes, Vajrapani can be frightening in his works."

Carrie blinked. "Who?"

"Vajrapani is a bodhisattva. He protects Buddha and embodies his power. Amidst adversity, he stands for the truth."

"Is he… a major figure in Buddhism?"

"Yes, he is. When I was a boy, I was training with my brothers when a fierce storm arrived. While darting for safety, something hot struck me and knocked me unconscious. When I awoke, I was in a hospital wing with bandages around my head. The nurse had informed me that a lightning bolt scratched me."

Carrie gasped as she covered her mouth and nose with her hands. "No!"

"It's true."

"Where did it strike you?"

Jago pointed towards the back of his head. "Though fortunate to have survived, the experience left an impression on me. To this day, I have lingering headaches. Most would go away on their own. Other times involve medicine."

"I'm sorry to hear about that."

"Don't be. To be honest, I'm grateful for the experience."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it provided me with insight towards the path of enlightenment. I was afraid to go outside, even on rainy days. Concerned, the High Abbot visited me in my quarters. He told me my survival was a sign from Vajrapani. Anyone who survived a lightning strike meant you were in his favor. Those words encouraged me to face my fears.

"One day, while training and debating in the courtyard, another storm came. While my brothers fled for safety, I stayed. The Abbot's statement intrigued me,and I wanted to confirm it." The outer edges of the monk's eyes wrinkled. "I will never forget that day. The sky was pitch black, with lightning racing. My brothers begged me to take cover, but I refused. I can still feel the thunder rumble through me. The lightning snapped through a chain, but it never hit me like last time."

Moved by this story, Carrie leaned closer. "What happened next?"

Stirred from his trip down memory lane, Jago shrugged. "Nothing. When the storm passed, I headed to the temple. Some praised my bravery, while others were concerned for my well-being. Since then, I train under harsh weather, but not severe ones."

"Aren't you worried you might become ill from doing that?"

"I was aware of the risks, but it strengthened me. It was painful, but I'm grateful to Vajrapani for his strength and protection."

As she shifted, Carrie recoiled. A rough part of the wall rubbed against the stab wound. She reached behind her back to massage it.

Jago narrowed his eyes. "You keep rubbing that spot on your back. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." Carrie yawned and moved closer to him. "What was the Tiger Shrine like before its present state? Peaceful, I'm sure."

The monk raised his eyebrows. In Buddhism, monks were not allowed to touch women or vice versa. However, there were exceptions to the rule, so in this case, he relaxed. "As peaceful as it gets. Every day, the echoes of the monks praying flowed through the halls. We welcomed migrants fleeing oppression. I miss those days."

They remained inside the cave, watching as lightning flickered across the sky. As time passed, Carrie's eyes fluttered, growing heavier.

Jago blinked as Carrie slumped onto his lap, uncertain of what to do. He removed his outer zhen robe, creating a makeshift pillow. He cushioned her head while removing her from his lap. The monk then began his meditation to pass the time.

Night claimed the world as the storm stopped, its veil covering the valley. The clouds parted, revealing the glowing moon. The monk continued his meditation inside the cave when a groan reached his ears.

He opened his left eye, observing Carrie getting up. "Are you alright?"

"I need to use the bathroom. I won't go far."

Carrie left the cave, wandering until she found a site lined with shrubs and rocks. She squatted and did her business when a fiery streak erupted inside her. As Carrie keeled over, something warm moved between her legs.

After brushing her fingers against the source, her eyes bulged into her face. Blood specks flooded her mind with memories, from her bullies to the Prayer Closet. Carrie clamped her hands over her ears and screamed. Once she stopped, the memories of her horrific past ceased. However, the pain inside her stomach lingered. She arose and headed to the cave.

While taking deep breaths, Carrie staggered as the spasms blazed inside her until she stopped. She grabbed hold of a tree in support. Oh, it hurts!

"Aww, what's wrong?" a voice spoke in a low, nasally, and distorted tone from the wind.

"Who… who is there?" Carrie squinted through the shadows, trying to find the source.

"You poor thing, alone and having your period. Are you lost?"

Carrie hardened her eyes. "No. I was returning to my friend."

"A friend, you say? Why don't I stay with you until your friend arrives? I can heal you from your pain."

Carrie shifted in distress. Nothing about this… presence consoled her. "Who are you?"

The mystery voice gasped. "Oh, how rude of me! Allow me to introduce myself."

The ground distorted into a swirling pattern until a black portal surfaced. Slender black arms and glowing fingers emerged from the gateway.

Carrie stumbled back as black wafts of clouds formed a humanoid shape. A voltaic current painted its innards, heart, and veins.

The creature faced her while stretching out a pair of twenty-foot-long nebulous wings. Despite the flickering of its inner current, the being had no face. The entity touched its "face" as if sensing something was wrong. Its shoulders sagged as it reached back into the portal.

The creature pulled out a demonic stone face. Tiny tendrils edged around the mask, attaching to its faceless head. Once locked in, the stone eyes and mouth lit like a jack-o'-lantern.

"Hmm. You must be Carrie. It is an honor to meet you," the creature greeted with a mocking bow.

Carrie trembled. A demon, the kind Mama warned me about! Goosebumps prickled her flesh as the air became cold. Her knees wobbled beneath her, and her legs threatened to give out. Any pain attacking her vanished, replaced by intense fear. "Who… what are you?"

The entity cackled."I am Omen, the Herald of the one true God. I've been around the world, preparing for my master."

Carrie's eyes almost bulged from her face. "No, no! The Devil cannot take this world!"

"Oh, you humans are so small-minded. That pitiful and clumsy word doesn't capture all that he is. For your information, I do not serve the 'Devil.' My god is older than whatever pitiful myth you worship or fear."

"…What do you want?"

"Ahh, direct and to the point! I like that. Tell me, little one, did Jago tell you about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Jago was my god's favorite until… he defected from us."

Carrie shook her head while Omen mimicked her. "What? N-no! T-That-that's not true!"

"N-no! That's not true!" he repeated in a high-pitched voice, swooning then chuckling. "I can't believe that coward left out key details. Oh, well. Since I need a vessel, I've considered hunting down Jago's friends. Then, I heard about you."

Carrie straightened herself with trembling legs, shuffling back with each step, ready to run. "You… want me."

Omen chuckled with a hint of malice, chilling her spine. "Smart girl. The damage you have caused to your home… oh, how exquisite! It makes Jago's look like child's play! That alone tells me you would make for a strong host."

"I-I refuse to house Satan's disciples in my body! I'm one of God's children, not his!"

The demon burst into laughter. "A child of God? You?" He sneered behind the glowing stone mask. "Poor, stupid little girl-thing. Your God had forsaken you ages ago. He abandoned you when you destroyed your home. Listen. Their screams are around us. They're calling for you, Carrie White! Even your mother is calling."

"You filthy whore! I should've strangled you at birth!"

Her mother's voice brought Carrie to her knees, trembling and pale. Soon, the speeches of the students and teachers that had died echoed around her. Each of them called out for help, her life, or revenge.

As she brought her hands to her ears, Carrie arose and sprinted. She needed to escape from the angry voices and the demon.

"They're calling for you, Carrie White!" Omen hollered and cackled. "You can run and hide, but they will always be with you! All the people that you have murdered! They're calling for you!"

The menstrual cramps dulled as Carrie's lungs spasmed with air, and her heart pounded. Every hair stood on its end as the skin on her face pulled in terror. Carrie ducked behind a cluster of stones, catching her breath.

He can't find me here. He can't— Carrie stiffened as a hot breath spread on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands together.

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen."

The shadow creature gazed at his prey, then cackled as he approached her.

Carrie recited the prayer again. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name-"

"Look at you." Omen scoffed. "How pathetic, believing that you're safe by praying to a corpse. You're better off praying to Spinal. At least that foolish skeleton could move."

Carrie kept reciting her prayer, now in a louder voice. "OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN, HALLOWED BE THY NAME! THY KINGDOM COME. THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN. GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD! FORGIVE OUR TRESPASSES AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US! LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL! AMEN! OUR FATHER--"

Omen tackled her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. A shooting pain spread across her back as the impact enraged the stab wound. Carrie wriggled and screamed as the demon wrapped his clawed hands around her neck.

"Go on, scream," Omen taunted. "No one will save you."

Carrie struggled from Omen's grip until a shout reached her ears.

"ENDOKUKEN!"

A bright flash slammed into Omen, knocking the demon off.

Carrie gasped and coughed as she massaged her sore neck. She sat up enough to see Jago rushing towards her.

"Carrie!" He crouched beside her. "Are you alright?"

"Thank-thank you, Jago." She coughed and inhaled more air. "H-How did you find me?"

"I can sense auras around the environment. How are you?"

"Okay, for now."

"Find somewhere to hide. I'll handle Omen."

Carrie nodded and hurried away, leaving him alone with the demon.

"Jago! My, my, my!" Omen said as the monk faced him. "I'm glad to see you… Father."

Jago bristled at the word. "Do NOT call me that, demon. You're nothing to me."

"Aww, is that how you would greet your son? You know what? You're right. Since you gave birth to me, I should use the correct term. Isn't that right… Mother?"

Jago's hand tightened into a fist. "What are you doing here? Do you plan to corrupt an innocent as you had with me?"

The demon crossed his arms. "What if I was? What are you going to do? Offer prayers and burn incense?"

The monk growled and shifted to a combat stance. He raised his hands, exposing his open palms while curling his fingers.

Omen spread his legs in a horse stance as he angled himself. The demon's fingers curled like claws while his hands rested by their sides. "That's right, Father. Come forward: Gargos and the Outer Gods are watching. Pay tribute to the Tiger Spirit and honor them through combat. Let violence be our hymn to them!"

The demon dashed toward Jago with raised claws. White lines trailed behind him as he leaped with his wings outstretched.

The monk swung his kora vajra sword, parrying the slash. Before he followed it with the next attack, Omen vanished. Jago scanned his surroundings, trying to sense the demon. Pivoting his heel, he dodged as Omen lunged from the shadows. As Jago whirled his sword, the tip dug onto Omen's side.

The demon growled after staggering in pain while his eyes glowed brighter. "You'll pay for that!" Omen charged again. Jago raised his weapon to deflect the attack, but couldn't compete with the demon's speed. The entity slashed him, leaving four marks on his chest.

Jago staggered as searing, hot pain raced in his chest. As he put his hand on the wounds, he recoiled. A dark chuckle reached him as Omen produced three electrical orbs. He dodged the first sphere Omen threw, which destroyed a nearby tree. The explosion sent wood splinters around the battlefield. Though some pelted the monk, the shards were harmless as Omen tossed another orb.

"ENDOKUKEN!" Jago threw a fireball of his own. Both spheres collided and exploded, creating a dense smoke wall.

The monk leaped behind a rock to shield himself from the third orb while the smoke lingered. However, as the sphere demolished the boulder, he had little time to react. The power thrust him from his hiding spot, and he rolled to the ground. Jago checked the spot where the orb struck. Only a smoking crater remained from the attack.

In an instant, Jago evaded an incoming orb as Omen hurled more. While avoiding the spheres, the monk spun on his foot and flew. His kick struck Omen's face as the demon staggered, grunting in pain. With quick movements, he landed more hits on his hated enemy.

Omen blocked the monk's next strike and kicked his stomach. As Jago doubled over, the demon grabbed him by the throat and lifted him.

"My turn." Omen created an electrical gateway beneath them. Like a laser, a white column of energy shot upward.

Jago screamed in agony as the energy scorched his skin. He fell unconscious from the pain.

Omen laughed while tossing the smoking form of his opponent aside. He then focused on Carrie, who hid behind a tree, watching the fight. The creature chuckled as he raised his hand, offering a small wave.

Scared, Carrie bolted a few feet when Omen landed on her.

"Now, where were we?" Omen whispered into her ear. Once again, the demon wrapped his hands around her neck.

The voices that surrounded Carrie earlier returned. Her vision blurred as the darkness consumed her from Omen's tightening grip.

"HELP!" Carrie's cries echoed through Jago's mind.

Groaning, the monk opened his eyes when he found Omen choking Carrie. Images flashed in his mind of the horrors he had committed by force. The screams of his victims returned to haunt him. You may have stolen my innocence, demon. I won't let you do the same to this girl!

Jago closed his eyes while pushing himself up, chanting a Tibetan mantra. He recited the words until his eyes and body gleamed a brilliant gold. His tattoo markings shimmered as his injuries healed. While approaching Carrie and the shadow creature, he recited the Heart Sutra. With the chant filling the air, the sky darkened.

Omen recoiled as he raised his hands to block the light. However, the chant was the vilest as he attempted to cover his ears. Omen spouted obscenities, shaking his head like a wild animal. Ignoring the creature, Jago kept chanting as the surrounding light brightened.

With a tortured cry, Omen created a portal, seeking to escape. "Damn you! You may have defeated me, but Gargos will come. How long will you protect your friend when you learn of her sins? This isn't over, Father. We will meet again."

As Omen departed, Jago finished his chant, and the air cleared. The golden light surrounding him faded as everything returned to normal. Worried, he rushed towards the girl. "Carrie? Carrie? Are you alright?"

The teenager groaned in response, her body shuddering.

While he examined her, he growled at the red handprints on Carrie's neck. His brows scrunched when he checked the spot where the demon fled. What had he meant by her sins? No matter. I'll meditate on that later. Right now, I need to get help.

Jago hoisted Carrie on his back and jogged on a dirt trail. When he arrived at a forked road, he spotted two women hiking on the walkway. "Malā'īṁ māpha garnuhōs? Malā'ī timrō sahayōga cāhiyō. Kyārī dukhā'i ra hallā'um̐dai cha."

The older woman gestured to a spot in the soft grass. "Usalā'ī bhu'im̐mā rākhnuhōs tāki hāmī usalā'ī rāmrōsam̐ga jām̐cna sakchauṁ."

Jago lowered the girl as the woman placed her hand against Carrie's cheek.

"Unī tātō mahasusa garchin. Choden, unakō nāḍī kastō cha?" she asked her friend.

'Choden' pressed two fingers on Carrie's arm. "Chiṭō. Kē tapā'īkō sāthīlā'ī kunai saṅkramita ghā'u cha?"

"Haina, yadyapi unī āphnō pīṭhamā ēka dāga ragirahēkā chan," Jago said.

Almost unconscious, Carrie tapped his knee and pointed at her back. He mentioned the spot to the women. Once they removed the two robes, the women gasped while Jago's eyes widened. A yellowish-green ring surrounded the stab wound. Veins spread from the injury like plant roots.

"Dhattērikā. Tapā'īkō sāthīlā'ī sēpṭisimiyā cha. Upacāra nagarē yō ghātaka huna sakcha." Choden hoisted Carrie on her back. "Hāmī Chupzang Nunnery mā auṣadhi cha. Hāmī Abbess batā'una kē bhayō kē hunēcha."

Jago pressed his hands together and bowed. As he followed the women, he paused when something triggered his senses. The monk shifted towards a trail behind him, narrowing his eyes. Once the nuns called to him, Jago glanced back before he followed them.

A silhouette scouted from the shadows, watching the four as they departed. "Foul sinners. God will not spare them."

A/N: Well, that escalated quickly, and poor Carrie cannot catch a break. I'm going to let my brain rest, so I'll see you later.

Translations in Nepali

Excuse me? I need your help. Carrie is in pain and shaking.

Place her on the ground so we can examine her better.

She feels hot. Choden, how is her pulse?

Fast. Does your friend have any infected wounds?

No, although she kept rubbing one spot on her back.

Oh, no. Your friend has septicemia. It could be fatal if not treated. We have medicine at the Chupzang Nunnery. We'll tell the Abbess what happened.