Two weeks had passed since Carrie's hospital stay. She was recovering, gaining strength. Though feeling better, her doctor warned of a slow recovery. Upon her release, Jago received a list of medications for her. He also signed documents regarding his new role as a foster parent. A doctor called the manager of the Kyichu Hotel to arrange a room. Carrie promised the monk she would never lie to him again.
Carrie found Jago's cot empty when she awoke this morning. Where is he? On the wooden drawer, she found a note. She grabbed the letter, unfolded it, and read:
Stepped out to do errands. I'll return soon.
Jago
Relaxed, Carrie shifted to the nearby window. Sunlight filled the room. Her heavy body sank toward the pillow, but the funky odor that hit her nose blanched her face. Oh, God. When did I last bathe?
Sitting up, Carrie yawned and stretched, heading to the bathroom. Fresh towels hung on the railing over two ceramic sinks. A bathtub with a shower hose sat against the wall. When Carrie entered, she spotted a picture of a man in a boat. While gazing at the portrait, she imagined facing the waves. Shaken, Carrie averted her gaze from the picture. As she neared the tub, she switched the faucet on.
Water rushed into the basin while she adorned the edge with a washcloth and soap. At the halfway point, Carrie shut off the valve and undressed. She tested the water's temperature with her foot. Contented, the girl immersed herself in the washbasin. Carrie relished the moment as she washed. After splashing her face, she wiped her eyes. When she opened them, she froze, staring at her reflection. A crimson-red hue surrounded the surface as her victims' faces emerged.
With a startled yell, she jumped out and examined herself. Is it my period again? She checked the tub. The crimson color vanished, leaving the bathwater clear. She pinched her nose. It's all in your head.
With the mood ruined, Carrie unplugged the drain and grabbed a towel. She dried herself, peered in the mirror, and recoiled.
Her mother stared back, her expression twisted in disgust. "Why are you with him? He's a sinner!"
"No, Mama, Jago saved me!"
"He's not saving you. He's trying to infect you with his sin. First comes the blood, then the boys-"
"Stop it-"
"He'll take you, little girl, as your father did to me!"
"STOP!" Carrie shielded her ears as the glass cracked. Trembling, she slumped to the floor, curling into a fetal position, crying. A knock on the door caught her attention, yet she remained still.
"Carrie?" Jago called from the other side. "Carrie, are you alright?"
"...Help..." she whispered.
Jago peeked inside. He spotted the towel around the girl and entered. "What happened?"
"...I didn't mean... the mirror..."
The frightened girl sobbed as Jago approached the mirror, tracing his fingers along the cracks. What happened here? Has that demon returned to harass Carrie? The monk didn't sense any presence, let alone the evil shade. His mind raced with questions as he tried to make sense of the situation.
Carrie had no cuts, ruling out suicide. The bathroom's condition offered no clues. Aside from the reflective surface, everything was intact. He saw the girl shiver, and his gaze softened.
He snatched a housecoat from the hook and offered it. "Here."
Carrie glanced at the housecoat, then down. Blushing, she snatched the robe and covered herself.
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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...
