𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

The first time I killed someone, it felt like the world shifted.

Not the way you think — not like the sky cracked open and lightning struck the earth, though it might as well have. No, it was quieter than that. A stillness settled over me, like the eye of a storm. And then, the storm inside me raged.

I didn't mean for it to happen. I never mean for anything to happen. Not when Tommy Ross took my hand under the gym lights, not when the bucket of blood tipped over, drenching me in everything I'd been trying to leave behind. Certainly not when the power inside me broke free, pulling at the walls, twisting metal, shattering bones.

But they made me do it. They always made me.

I was never meant to be someone. I was meant to disappear, to fade into the background, to be forgotten. That's what Mama always said, her voice a rasp of hellfire and scripture. "Be good, Carrie. Be pure. The Lord sees your sin even if no one else does." She was wrong, though. They saw it. The whole school. Every laugh, every whisper behind my back — they all saw me. And that's why they had to hurt me. Over and over.

Now, no one would ever forget.

When I walked out of that gym, covered in blood, the world didn't feel the same. I didn't feel the same. The girl I was died that night. Maybe she should've stayed dead. I don't know what came back in her place, but I know it wasn't something good. It wasn't something human.

Vought came after. The suits, the smiles, the fake concern. "Carrie White," they said, "you could be someone special. You could be a Supe." That word — Supe — hung in the air like a taunt. Like I was one of them, those monsters parading around in their costumes, pretending to care. They wanted to take me, mold me into one of their own. But I've seen what they really are. I've seen their darkness.

And maybe I belong with them. Maybe I've always been like them.

I feel them watching me now, tracking me from the shadows. Homelander — I've heard the name. They say he's the strongest of them all. A god among men. But he's nothing compared to what I feel growing inside me. Power doesn't come from capes or PR campaigns. It comes from something deeper, something primal. Rage, grief, betrayal.

I wasn't born to be a hero.

I was born to burn the world down.