From her quarters, Carrie watched seabirds spiral past the porthole, tiny silhouettes skimming the glittering surface below. The ship’s engine pulsed through the floor, a heartbeat not her own. Salt air fogged the glass, swallowing the horizon. She pressed her palm to the window, tracking the birds’ arcs. They moved with purpose, fierce and free.
She sat on the bed, arms folded across her chest as if they might hold her together. Silence filled the room, pierced only by the ship’s thrum and birds calling through the steel walls. It had been three weeks since she’d woken in the stranger’s presence — three weeks of stillness, no words, yet tension bound them like a thread stretched taut.
Though his name remained unspoken between them, something had shifted in the way he looked at her — as if he’d glimpsed what she kept hidden. The quiet between them held, steady and deep, a forest’s calm before the storm.
Carrie wanted distance, but the man’s presence wore her down. He said nothing and did not intrude — just existed in that quiet space beside her, never pushing. His stillness held something she couldn’t name, a depth that unsettled her more than any noise.
She had never known that kind of calm. In Chamberlain, she never belonged. Teachers dismissed her, students mocked her, and home was no refuge. Her mother’s punishments came wrapped in scripture, righteousness choking every word.
When her powers came, they surged like a breath held too long. Hope surfaced—maybe she could reshape who she was. Prom Night shattered that. The blood, the lights, the screaming — all of it seared into her. She vowed never to touch that part of herself again, not trusting what it made her.
The silence broke when Carrie cleared her throat. “Um… hey.”
The man didn’t move at first. His head tilted, eyes falling shut.
She shifted her weight. “I… what do I call you?”
One eye opened, gaze steady. “I have a name,” he said, “but it’s difficult. My friends call me Baki.”
Carrie blinked, the word friends hooking into something raw. “Baki.”
He nodded, then regarded her, the pause stretching until tension crept into her spine. “Still wondering why I helped you?”
Carrie drew back, fingers knotting in her lap. No one addressed her without pity or fear. Kindness came with strings or silence.
Baki exhaled, eyes unwavering. “I meant it — I couldn’t leave you there. When I brought you aboard, the captain had questions. I told him you’d been through something difficult. He saw it too and let you stay.”
Carrie backed up. “Wait… is this a kidnapping?”
He shook his head. “Call it a rescue.”
“And the authorities?”
“I’ll handle them. I have a visa, a permit that lets me travel and live in another country. If they ask, you’re with me. They won’t question it.”
Carrie frowned. “And that works?”
“I can handle talking to people.”
Though uncertain, Carrie trusted Baki’s plan. Still, unease pressed close.
Light thinned as the sun began its final descent. Its warmth faded from the deck as shadows crawled across the ship. Lanterns flickered to life, their glow swallowed by darkness.
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Killer Instinct: Carrie Unleashed
Fanfiction"Every soul has a breaking point. Some emerge to become something else. Others become something far worse." The shadow of the Black Prom Massacre still suffocates Chamberlain, Maine. Though the world believes Carrie White perished in the flames, the...
