CHAPTER 9

Not a cup. A whole bucket of hatred spills . . .

I'm drenched. Red. Decayed, metallic smell . . . dizzy, faint. The whole night, the date with Tommy, making me prom queen, all just to trick me. This is blood! A life's worth of it. They murdered somebody just to humiliate me? That's no joke; that's evil.

But this isn't just any blood. It's fouled, maybe with some wicked ritual. It's unclean and corrupt, worse than menstrual blood, and I'm soaked through to my very soul, contaminated, defiled, desecrated to the core.

Tommy falls. Somebody shot him. His soul leaves his body. I can see it as clearly as a change from red to blue. I grieve at first. My new, only friend, the only one who would have ever defended me, now they've taken him.

The evil saturates my soul and chokes compassion. I cannot mourn, cannot feel sorrow. Anger. Rage, summon me.

I am a demon conjured from Hell with unclean blood; I am the Arm and Sword of God. I am both of the same nature. My fear drowns in blood last of all; fear of people, of the devil, of God.

I glare at the crowd, and they freeze. They can feel my power gathering; they can watch the fury in my eyes ready to smite them.

FLEX!

An explosion knocks them off their feet.

FLEX!

I send Heather face first into a window. (If only she were Chris!)

FLEX!

I fling tables and lights like a storm, Hurricane Carrie. I swat them one-by-one like mosquitos. I smash them many at a time like worms.

FLEX!

I crush boys in the bleachers as they try to escape.

FLEX!

I whip and flay Tina Blake with an electric cable until she catches fire.

FLEX!

I mix electricity and water, until flesh is charred from everyone's bones.

FLEX!

I find Chris.

(my eyes say oh sorry hon did I kill your date by accident isn't it a bitch when that happens)

I make a jigsaw puzzle of her face before sending her evil, fornicating ass into hellfire.

But my rage is bottomless, and my power grows ever greater with use. My mind expands over the town, and all know my name and know that I'm killing them. I set fire to the town where my tormenters sprung. Burn it, explode it, electrocute its people. Kill the parents who gave life to their wicked brats.

My hatred makes no exception. I hate myself. My momma who brought me into this miserable world must die, too. It's only fair. But my fury yields for her; I let her stab me before I squeeze her crazy, betraying, callous heart.

I kill my mother. No fury left in my exhausted, vile soul. Only My Lord's Will, to destroy the sinful dens, the places where the serpent tempted and tricked my father into conceiving me . . .

And with that final retribution, that last fire set, I sink into darkness like quicksand. My power ebbs. My wounded, exhausted body is so weak, I can't even turn myself over to die with my eyes on the heavenly stars. To look angels to raise me from the tarry darkness pulling at me.

Somebody approaches. Sue Snell. The conniving bitch who tricked me with her own boyfriend . . .

"Carrie? Carrie!"

My power grabs her. If I submerge below darkness, she will go with me . . .

"Carrie! Carrie! Stop!"

"You tricked me!" I shout aloud. My mortal body suddenly strong again.

But the darkness isn't very dark anymore. I'm not sinking into it, it's raining and popping noises unlike thunder are going off all over. It's not Sue I've grabbed. It's Miss Desjardin, who I levitate eight feet above me, her limbs flailing like a turtle turned on it's back. Her eyes are bulged in terror, my arm is extended toward her. My nightmare, or whatever it was, has left my power in overdrive making me dizzy.

Just to confuse me even more, Sue's also here. She kneels petrified next to Tommy, her expression is panicked as Ms. Desjardin's. I'm so confused, and still angry. I don't want Sue to run before I talk to her and find out what's going on . . .

FLEX!

. . . so I grab her. My other arm jolts up toward her. Again, I don't extend my arms to use my power on people, they extend on their own when I use my power either on, through or around people. I squeeze Sue's arms to her sides and lock her knees and hips. She tries to scream (flex! a turn of my wrist) and I close her lips.

A/N-8/13/14: If you're not happy where this chapter ends, neither am I. But went out of town this weekend and couldn't get as much work done on it as I wanted to, but I didn't want to go any longer without putting up an installment. Don't worry. My life has returned to it's same boring routine. This story will me done soon.