the crossover you didn't know you needed

chapter 1: a new beginning

Carrie White walked through the burning streets of Chamberlain, Maine. She had done what she needed to do,

(the angel with the fiery sword roadhouses parking lots)

and now it was all over. Momma was dead, so there would be no more prayers and P.P. Daniels and please, momma, i'm not a witch i'm not i'm not i'm not. Her classmates were dead, so there would be no more taunting and snickering and plug it up and CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT carved under desks and on bathroom stalls. She was bloody and battered and half-dead, but for the first time in her life, she finally felt alive.

Caught up in her thoughts, she was gliding now, guided only by her feet. She didn't notice as she passed an old sign that read Camp Crystal Lake. She was barely aware that she was walking down the old dock till she was at the end of it.

Carrie stood at the end of the dock staring into the watery abyss below, wishing it would swallow her whole and cleanse her. Tentatively, she bent down and dipped her hands in the water, frantically scrubbing the blood off as if she were Lady Macbeth herself. The forest seemed quiet, as if it were listening to her and her alone.

And then, a noise. A shuffling of feet.

Carrie looked up at the sound, startled. A hulking figure in a hockey mask stood behind a nearby tree.

"Hello?" Carrie called softly. The figure slowly shuffled out of his hiding place, and the glint of a machete caught Carrie's eye. Was this one of God's servants, sent to kill her? Or worse, one of Satan's kin, sent to claim her as the sinner she was?

The figure was standing still. His skin was grotesque and zombielike, and his clothes were tattered beyond repair. Somehow, Carrie could tell he was as afraid of her as she was of him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The figure paused, as if considering how to tell her. Before he could, though, a woman's voice sounded through the clearing: "Jason! Jason, come home dear!"

"Is that you? Are you... Jason?" Carrie asked, and the masked man nodded.

"Jason?" The voice got closer as footsteps approached the clearing. They pounded heavily in Carrie's mind just like Momma's heartbeat had. A woman, maybe about the age of Carrie's Momma, ran out and embraced the masked figure. "Jason, you can't run away like that in the middle of the night— who is this?"

Carrie opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. She was all of a sudden depleted of all the energy she had, for all the atrocious things she had done tonight had drained her greatly. The last thing she could hear before slipping into a blissful unconsciousness was the woman telling Jason to bring her back to the cabin.