A range of emotions swirled within Carrie as Orchid’s suggestion to stay with Maya sank in her head. In her mind, Orchid had a point about staying within the Disavowed. The longer she remained with them, the more danger she was in. Also, some agents considered her a liability because of her unbridled powers.
However, she couldn’t bear leaving Orchid behind. Like Jago, Carrie sensed a kindred spirit with the secret agent. With unique abilities, they survived to find their place on Earth.
While staring at the floor, tears formed in her eyes as Carrie clenched her hands, grabbing the hem of her Tibetan skirt. “Ms. Orchid, what will happen to you if I go?”
“Hey, no need to fret about me. I’m a survivor. Besides, you’ll love Maya’s place. It has waterfalls, open space, and llamas.”
“Llamas?”
“I take you’ve never seen one before,” Maya said.
Carrie shook her head. “Except in books and computer videos in the library.”
“You never had a TV where you’re from?”
“No. It’s not because Mama and I were poor. She doesn’t want me to fall into sin.”
“Huh. Interesting. I never owned a TV, so I can’t say if I agree with your mother. However, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to explore the world at my place. Also, like Orchid said, you won’t be alone. Jago and Pemba will be with you. Speaking of which, where is Pemba? I heard she’s a shapeshifter.”
“Maya, you see that young woman sleeping on a cot? She wears a chuba with yellow dharma wheel imprints,” Orchid said.
The monster hunter scanned the room until she found the figure. “Well, I’ll be. She looks so serene. You would never guess she was a shapeshifter.”
“Have you come across anyone like her?” Carrie asked.
“Well, not me, but my comrades have. From my understanding, they’re crafty devils,” Maya said. “They can blend in anywhere, appearing like anyone or anything they choose, making it almost impossible to detect them. Their ability to change forms allows them to gather information and escape dangerous situations, so we must stay on our toes around them. Pemba seems different, though. It’s rare to find someone with such power who uses it to help instead of deceive.”
“I don’t understand. What do you do?”
“I’ll be honest, dear. I’m a monster hunter, meaning I track and eliminate creatures threatening humanity. In my years, I’ve hunted everything from rogue werewolves and elusive vampires to ancient spirits and cursed relics. But the most dangerous creatures are those hiding in plain sight, like Pemba’s kind.”
“Could humans be monsters too?”
Maya paused, choosing her words. “In a way, yes. Humans can harbor monstrous tendencies driven by greed, hatred, or fear, which can make them just as dangerous as any supernatural being. With your situation, I never considered you a monster. What appears monstrous is perhaps a misunderstood soul seeking a place to belong. We all have struggles, and how we face them defines us.
“So far, you’re taking the first steps in learning how to control your power and understanding the risks involved. It’s an arduous journey, but guidance and support are crucial. Keep an open heart and mind, and you’ll find your true path.”
“Sister?” a groaned voice called, drawing attention as Jago awoke.
“Jago, hey.” Orchid moved to his side. “How are you feeling?”
The monk breathed. “Like falling into the darkest pit and climbing towards the light. What’s going on? Who is this woman?”
“Oh, this is Maya. She’s a friend of mine. We told Carrie she would be safe if you, her, and Pemba stayed with Maya.”
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Killer Instinct: Carrie Unleashed
Fanfiction"You can only push a person so far before they break." The dark veil of the Black Prom Massacre still hangs heavy over Chamberlain, Maine. Everyone believes the tragedy's catalyst, Carrie White, is dead, but they are wrong. Barely clinging to life a...
