Carrie: Blood Of Redemption

Carrie: Blood Of Redemption
"Forgive.....and forget?"
Directed By	Kimberly Pierce
Produced By	David Heyman Jason Blum
Written By	Live2Rise and Bat-Knight
Starring	Chloë Grace Moretz Gabriella Wilde Nat Wolff Alex Wolff Portia Doubleday Scout Taylor-Compton Judy Greer Donnabella Mortel Amy Jo Johnson
Production Company	Universal Studios Blumhouse Productions
Distributed By	Heyday Films
Runtime	110 minutes (1hr, 50 minutes)
Budget	$126 million
Box Office	$174 million

Carrie: Blood of Redemption is a 2017 Supernatural Drama/Thriller film and is the sequel to the 2013 remake film "Carrie". Directed once more by Kimberly Pierce, produced this time by David Heyman and Jason Blum and distributed by Universal Pictures, Heyday Films and Blumhouse Productions, the film features Chloë Grace Moretz, Nat and Alex Wolff, Gabriella Wilde, Portia Doubleday, Scout Taylor-Compton, Judy Greer, Donnabella Mortel, Amy Jo Johnson, Idris Elba, Jay Hernandez, Asher Book, Skylan Brooks, Chris O' Neal, Andi Matichak, KJ Apa, Constance Marie, Julianne Moore, Nick Nolte, Sissy Spacek and Odeya Rush. Based on the Stephen King novel, "Carrie" and the original 1976 film adaptation, this follows the story of a telekinetic teenager who now searches for forgiveness. Kimberly Pierce had talked about more then one sequel to the 2013 film adaptation, but not enough money was made by Sony in order to continue forward with the project and Kimberly stepped down. However in late 2014, film studio and American entertainment company Lionsgate and Blumhouse picked up the project where it left off and confirmed that a Carrie sequel WAS in progress, which prompted Kimberly Pierce to come back to direct and David Heyman produce this time along with his company Heyday Films and Screen Gems. Two years later, the film was released to critical acclaim.

Main Cast

• Chloë Grace Moretz as Carrieta N. "Carrie" White

• Gabriella Wilde as Susan D. "Sue" Snell

• Nat Wolff as Sean Ford

• Alex Wolff as Raymond "Ray" Ford

• Portia Doubleday as Christine "Chris" Hargensen

• Scout Taylor-Compton as Kaityln Lawrence

• Judy Greer as Rita Desjardin

• Donnabella Mortel as Anisha Paris

• Amy Jo Johnson as Detective Vanessa Daniels

• Jay Hernandez as Detective Jones

• Asher Book as Thomas Holland

• Chris O'Neal as Scott Heralds

• Skylan Brooks as Alex Campbell

• Andi Matichak as Tara Kendrick

• KJ Apa as Ian Simmons

• Elise Vargas as Isabelle Carrie Snell

• Mouna Traoe as Erika Gogan

• Demetrius Joyette as George Dawson

• Cynthia Preston as Eleanor Snell

• Nick Nolte as Ralph White

• Sissy Spacek as Judith Cochran

• Odeya Rush as Rachel Lang

Synopsis

After Carrie White's recent rampage of destruction throughout Maine in 2013, the town of Chamberlain has desperately tried to settle back in and try to ignore the events that had transpired. But 3 and a half years later, the sins of Chamberlain follow Sue Snell and her new friends Sean and Raymond Ford down to Florida, as Carrie is revived. Even though the proclaimed Angel Of Havoc is still corrupted from what had happened previous, the trio eventually find a way to persuade Carrie to come quietly as she finally puts the past behind her and finds love. But with Carrie struggling to control her demonic side as well as finding out the truth about her seemingly deceased father Ralph, dealing with a vengeful ex girlfriend and a psychopathic killer on the loose, is it possible that Carrie can recover again before it's too little too late? Or will she forever be feared by the many people who refuse to give her what she had longed for: acceptance?

Story

There is good and there is evil in this world and the life of one has been filled with evil....pain.....hurt.....and dare I say HELL. Even though I tried to do good for her and for others, evil comes in many different forms. It's evasive. It runs over all of us, like water. I thought I would be at peace after I showed my true colors but as I feared, God has yet to answer my prayers but maybe, maybe there is hope for us. But.......what if there is none?

~Chamberlain, Maine, January 2014~

As the mild glimmer of sunlight faded away from the cracked ground of pavement on the roads of Chamberlain, right aside the road was where the cemetery laid. There was also what appeared to be a sunshower occurring around the time the sun began to creep away.

Finally, the sky gave way as it fully erupted into rain. It did make for a pretty sight since it wouldn't take the scenery away from the area but it wouldn't make the graveyard any less presentable like it needed to be. Especially not since the year 2013.

It was only last year that countless lives had been robbed, taken, stolen from their relatives after a senseless act of violence shook the town of Chamberlain and burned it to its core. Needless to say, the one responsible for said senseless act had no chance to get the last laugh of any kind; as she had died that very same night. And that one grave of that one individual was the only one that stood out amongst all the others.

Her grave was nothing but a tombstone that had a heart-snapped crack over the stone, spray-painted in bright red paint.

It read: "Carrie White Burns In Hell".

Luckily, the excessive rainfall was washing away the paint over the stone. But it couldn't wash away the crack embedded within the stone; almost as if that crack was now a permanent part of the body that laid flat underneath. Despite no origin of how the crack came to be, it led straight from underneath the ground.....

....while a single white rose laid besides the stone, withered and nearly decayed.

Suddenly, a loud thump shakes the ground and the grave as the rose tips over and falls. The thumbing sound only grows louder and louder and louder as the ground began to slowly cave in until finally, another thump later and the entire tombstone breaks off and just crumbles from the weight of the force.

However for a brief moment afterwards, nothing happens. But then the ground begins to shake excessively until the ground continues to cave in.

POP!

A hand reaches out from below. Twitching violently with dirt staining the skin, another hand pops out seconds later as both arms sluggishly pulls up against the grass. Scratching and crawling and slipping repeatedly, both hands keep pressing forward until eventually, the upper half of the body gets above ground and just lies down.

Once it's face is shown, only one thing is certain: This is no zombie or ancient mythical being.

This was Carrie White (Chloe Grace Moretz).

Breathing in and out heavily and rather frantically, she managed to break herself away from what was left of her grave, slowly getting her lower body above ground, wearing the same clothes she wore the night she "died".

She crawled down onto both her knees and slowly looked down at her hand still resembling that safe cut from the night of the Black Prom massacre, not to mention the dry cuts below her right leg and left arm.

It wasn't long before she looked up to the sky with the rain pouring down upon her and as she felt raindrop after raindrop make contact against her skin, it made for a bittersweet realization.

This was no dream. No nightmare. No hallucination of any kind.

She IS alive again.

But all she wished was that she wasn't as she continued to look around her, coming back to terms of the very sins she had committed mere months ago.

Sensing nowhere else to go but forward, Carrie basically trudges up to a vertical basis, limping on both her legs before eventually losing balance, down to a knee yet again.

Unfortunately, upon getting the wherewithal to continue walking, walking a few feet and back onto the open road, she saw fog: an endless blanket of fog that leads back to the ONE place that had caused her so much trouble all those months ago.

She once again breathed heavily as she feels the ashy stoney ligaments of every pebble and texture underneath her bare feet. Anxiety wasn't the right word to describe how she felt, as her judgement was as clouded as the fog was. Without staring out into space any further, she slowly and calmly walked into the fog.

To her unfortunate surprise, what was left of Maine was left to be desired. Buildings were left uncharted and destroyed, sidewalks broken, cars demolished and Ewen High School.....the school where she became the person she was known as now, was reduced to nothing. Flooding herself with all these vivid horrific memories made it clear that Carrie was either hallucinating or that she was actually in her own separate reality of hell; one in which she wished all was left behind......

The city had became a ghost town in the following months and it never did rebuild itself from the ashes of the disaster, because the people lost their will to hope. Therefore, many, if not all of the residents decided to leave the town in order to forget the deaths and the Carrie White affair.

But forget is too strong of a word for some people to take in.

After revisiting the images from her violent and horrific past, she eventually trudges by and stops at the one location she remembers last being at: her house.....or what used to be her house.

The force of her powers, from what she remembered, had swallowed the house whole into a wormhole. But now, barely anything was left of it. To think the main source of all her pain, her sorrow, and her suffering would somehow end up being a part of her sadness. After all, it was the only home she had.

And it brought tears to her eyes. One teardrop dropped, rippling through a moderate sized puddle, spitting its reflection back towards the young girl. One half she saw simply herself while the monster revealed itself on the other: a cold, motionless devil of a girl with thick, crimson liquid running down her pale cheeks, blonde hair tainted by mud, blue eyes now red and lost.

Focusing on the past was strangely harder than usual since Carrie was suddenly overwhelmed by this nauseating head trauma as she stumbled over alongside the road; the rain still pouring harder and harder onto her as she just collapses beside the street.

With her legs, body and head giving away, Carrie just fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, slipping straight into a coma.

However, despite this town being deserted for the state of it, not all of the towns locals left just yet. A van filled with a family of four and packed bags happened to be driving by, just to pass through to get to the border.

The man behind the wheel and his wife in the drivers seat were the first to notice the poor girl perched on the road and both lift their faces in surprise as he slightly hits the brakes and stops the car which made the two children (A boy and a girl) slightly confused.

Boy: Dad, why are we stopping? Are we already there?

Man: No. Just something in the road."

Woman: Or someone.....get the umbrella.

The windshield wipers kept flapping on the windshield as the man came out of the drivers seat, opening the umbrella as he ran towards Carrie holding it over him. He kneeled down to observe and soon turned her over to her front side, for him to realize she's a person.

The sight was hard to put into words. "Jesus Christ....."

Going in to check for a pulse, the woman rolled down her window to stick her head out to check on her husband.

Woman: Honey, what is it?

Man: It's some kid....she's out like a light, but she's barely alive. Get my phone from the pouch of my seat!

as his wife reached back to the back of the driver's seat and grabbed her husband's cell phone there which worried the kids even more than before. The woman soon dialed 911.

911. What is your state of emergency?

Woman: Yes. My family and I found some kid out in the middle of the road. She looks 17 or older but barely alive.

Minutes pass later as the rain really started to pick up as a white minivan breezes past the charred remains of Ewen High School, for whoever was driving was also on it's way to the border of what was once Chamberlain. In the back of said Van was a few furniture suitcases filled with clothes, supply boxes and other toiletries and kitchenware.

The driver of the van, one Rita Desjardin (Judy Greer), also felt the need to leave this town after everything that happened months ago as she felt nothing but sorrow and sadness for everyone who died that night but mostly for the one girl she grew to care for ever since she first came to Chamberlain High on her Freshman year almost five years ago: Carrie.

Desjardin, in a way, blamed herself after the prom incident cause while she wasn't responsible for playing a part in it, she could understand why Carrie did what she did even though taking their lives wasn't the answer. But deep down in her heart of hearts, she thought if she and the other teachers and staff were more cautious of what was happening to her and secured all the doors, then maybe what happened wouldn't have occurred. She even learned that Carrie and Tommy Ross weren't even the ones supposed to win the privilege of king and queen of prom in the first place. They really had less votes compared to anyone else because of Carrie and that the box filled with more votes for them were all fake.

After realizing that, she had been stuck in a mental state of depression for so long that she couldn't do anything about it. Months later and she still hasn't gotten over it as tears ran down from her eyes the further she drove on. Red and blue lights shine over her face as she inches closer and closer to the border which turned made her expression reek of utter confusion.

She managed to park her van on the side, getting a glimpse of the ambulance through the rain on her windshield, seeing two paramedics lifting the girl up on the stretcher while the family of four car still parked there.

Desjardin: What the--? 

Confused and also intrigued as she just rushes out the van, not caring how wet the rain would get her: She had to know what was going on but only if the paramedics would allow her.

Paramedic: Ma'am? Not now, stay back.

She couldn't reply to him even if she wanted to because when she got close to the two paramedics and the stretcher, her jaw nearly fell all the way down once she got a closer look on who was on that stretcher.

Desjardin basically stumbles over her words before could finally say something, given her shock and dumbfounded expression.

Desjardin: Carrie? Oh my god! OH MY GOD, CARRIE?!

Paremedic: Ma'am, we need you to stay back.

Desjardin: You don't understand. I know her.

Paramedic: This your daughter, ma'am?

Rita pauses at the statement. She knew the truth as much some other locals did but knowing some remaining locals might know what happened out here, she didn't want to take any chances in case things could end up worse for her than they already have.

So.....after looking back at the family car, she turned back to the paramedics, doing the only thing she could say, thinking of the only option she could muster to save Carries life.

Desjardin: Yes, sir. I was....I was looking for her on my way out of town. Is she alright?

Paramedic: She has a pulse but it's weak. Only time will tell if she recovers. We have to get her past the border cause every hospital has been closed down.

Desjardin: I know. Nearest hospital's in Wiscasset. Can I at least follow you there?

Paramedic: Yes, ma'am, of course. Your daughter's in good hands

The paramedics informed her as they loaded Carrie onboard of the ambulance as Desjardin hopped back in her van and tails behind them. Just then, the family car drove off a minute later.

One more hour passes by at Midcoast Hospital in Wiscasset, Maine as the ambulance delivers Carrie, wheeling her inside as Desjardin parked across from them with this petrified look of fear overcome her.

But little did she know: someone else who was present when the prom and town destruction occurred was at that very same hospital.....in labor.

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Revolving and transitioning inside of the Midcast Hospital, passing by separate rooms and separate floors, it stops on Floor 6 and rotates to over to the room of one Susan D. "Sue" Snell (Gabrielle Wilde) A feeling of Deja Vu overtook her as she was screaming and writhing in excruciating pain, preparing to give birth to her firstborn. Only her mother Eleanor was present beside her as she had to watch her daughter keep pushing and pushing only for the pain to intensify.

It was at this moment where Sue flashes back to a nightmare she had in which this exact predicament happens, only a bloody arm would come out and grab her. Every time she goes back to that memory, it would scare her like Hell.

In the midst of the procedure, Sue began shaking and shuffling in her hospital bed as the doctors tried keeping her steady as she just kept screaming, "No!"

Eleanor: Sue.....it was just a dream. Keep pushing.

Knowing how close to over it would be, Sue followed her mother's advice, continuing to hold on for dear life until finally, she yelled in DEEP pain and agony, pushing as hard as she could muster until she just couldn't anymore.

Soon though, she heard crying......

.....faint baby crying....

If the sound wasn't angelic enough, the sight would definitely change that including what the doctor told her next. "You have a baby girl, Ms. Snell", he said. The words rang through Sue like a wrecking ball. She couldn't help but to smile while panting as she remembered what a certain somebody had said to her one night.....

It's a girl.

What?

You don't know?

Oh my god......

As soon as they cleaned her up and wrapped the baby up in a blanket, they gave her to Sue as her mother smiled and looked closely at her new born granddaughter.

The baby just slides her hand across Sue's chin and it made her chuckle slightly at what had to be a dream come true. She lets out a small sigh of relief 

Sue: H-hi, hi there......my little Carrie.

While it was all joy down on one floor, it was panic mode on the other. Desjardin has been outside in the hallway, twiddling her thumbs in sheer anticipation for the doctor to come and update her on Carries condition up to the last note. She honestly doubted she would ever see her again but it didn't mean it's what she wanted.

She was devastated when she heard the news of Carries supposed death, which made it all the more important to her that she returns the favor. Carrie technically saved her in the past so it made sense for Desjardin to do the same.

Finally, a doctor comes out the E.R room and approaches Desjardin as she bolts out of her chair.

Desjardin: What happened? Is she alright?

The doctor wasted no time telling her the basics.

Doctor: By the time paramedics arrived, she fell into a coma. Thankfully, it wasn't that serious as we first suspected. If it had been like that, there'd be no telling how long she'd be out for. Most comas don't last more than two to four weeks but your daughter is extremely lucky; she's regaining consciousness now, by some miracle.

Sighing heavily, Desjardin was relived.

Desjardin :Let me speak to her then. Please.

Doctor: I'll give you a few minutes.

In the E.R, Carrie was indeed slowly opening her eyes and regaining focus after hours of being knocked out. It didn't take long for her to see where she was, thanks to the gown she was wearing and the tubes connected to her body. She slowly sat up, grabbing her head and looking confused until the sound of a door opening creeps in on her.

An unsettling chill crawled down her spine every-time she heard a door opening. The memories of that dreaded closet door, the lonely nights she had to confess to sins not committed, all of the times she was confiscated against her will. Nothing else made her think more of those nights than that. By the time the door opened all the way, it made her turn her head over as the Doctor stepped in.

She was quick to ask "How are you feeling, young lady?"

The doctor got nothing but the sound of silence from Carrie. Not one word was ushered as she just stared at her almost in petrified silence. Rather it was confusion or plain curiosity, she just had to lay there and hear what the doctor had to say.

Desjardin: It's alright. You're safe. Your mother is here to see you.

The word "mother" caught her complete attention and raise her expression and blurt out the first words she ever said in hours.

Carrie: M-Momma......??

The doctor moved back as who Carrie really expected to be Margaret White but to a bigger surprise, it was her old gym teacher.

Carrie: M--M---Ms---

Desjardin: Um....Doctor?

She intervenes, cutting her off before she can blow her cover.

Desjardin: Can we have our five minutes alone, please?

The doctor shuts the door to leave them in their privacy. Desjardin couldn't help but look at Carrie somewhere in between happy and distressed. She was grateful that she was alive but there was no way for her to understand HOW. Desjardin let out a small smile and blushed.

Desjardin: Carrie.....you're alive.....

With no time for Carrie to reply, Desjardin just inches herself closer, grabbing Carrie in a tight hug and crying out loud from the guilt she felt from the months prior 'till now.

Desjardin: Oh Carrie....I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry I wasn't careful.

Carrie: What....what do you mean?"

She lets go and looked at her dead in the eyes. The last thing she needed was her suffering from amnesia and having her forget almost everything. "Do you remember anything, Carrie?"

The expression over her face spoke volumes.

Carrie: I.....I-I think so. Last thing I remember was......my house was falling apart.....I was holding my mother when she died.....

The further she pressed, the quicker her expressions changed and the more guilt ridden she became.

Carrie: She tried to kill me and I had to stop her......I never meant to but she really meant to kill me.....I....

Desjardin: Carrie, Carrie, look at me.

She looked back directly in her eyes with tears, just being reminded of her mother's death.

Desjardin: I understand it's all hard to process. I can only imagine how you've felt all this time since those months ago but--

Carrie suddenly flinches as she bolts up off the back of the bed. "Months? It's been months?"

This surprised Desjardin slightly. She really had no idea she was actually dead before and crawled out and away from a cemetery mere hours ago.

Desjardin: You mean you don't know how long it's been?

Carrie nodded no.

But little did any of them know, as Desjardin would tell her all she knew, there wasn't much thickness in the walls to fully distort their voices enough to make them unrecognizable, as Sue would find out. Hearing their faint voices on the other side, she frowned in confusion. She was certain she almost recognized those voices as she just approached the wall, holding her two minute old child who soon fell asleep in her arms. Needless to say, Eleanor noticed her and piped, "Sue, what is it?"

Sue: I....I don't know.....did....did someone we know come here with you, Mom?

Eleanor: No, just me. Your father's already in Florida setting up our new house. Why?

Having looked back at the wall and eavesdropping again, Sue couldn't hear anything no more, for the sound must've subsided.

Sue: Um....no reason

She turned her attention back to her new born daughter.

On the other side, Carrie was left reeling with a lot more questions than answers given everything Desjardin briefed her on. But at the end of it, it left Carrie with only ONE question in mind.

Carrie: And why did that Doctor say you were my mother.....?

Desjardin: I knew you were going to ask that. See, Carrie....the entire U.S, the whole world knows what happened at Prom Night. Many people thought it was an accident or that gangs burned it down.....but some people actually know the truth. The ones who know don't know HOW you did it cause they don't believe in....whatever it was you did. I couldn't take chances without risking your life so I had to make it like you were my daughter.

More confusion and more guilt was evidently shown more in Carries eyes compared to what came out of her mouth.

Carrie: Why would you do that? I....I hurt people....I hurt you....I killed everyone.

Desjardin: I couldn't leave you back there to suffer.

Carrie: What if I deserved it?

That statement took Desjardin aback a bit. Given how she's seen Carrie down on her luck almost all the time, this should've been no surprise. But it was. "Why would you say that?"

Her answer was brutally honest.

Carrie: Cause I'm a monster. 

Carrie nearly broke down into tears again only to be caught in another hug as Desjardin shushed softly at her.

Desjardin: Maybe......maybe what happened at prom was partly my fault too.

Carrie: How...?

Desjardin: I should have kept an eye on Tina and her friends. Had guards at every door. Checked if we had outdoor security. Hell, I should have expelled them after that video they made of you. If I had......

Carrie didn't need to interrupt but she felt the need to.

Carrie: Principal Morton wouldn't have let you.

A slight groan passed through Desjardins lips. "Well, he should of.....but still...."

Carrie: Ms. Desjardin. I don't need you to take responsibility for whatever I did. Sure, I was scared to trust you at first but you had nothing to do with.....that bucket.....it was.....

Desjardin: Chris.....?

"PLEASE!" Raising her voice and startling her former gym teacher, the tone of her voice made the entire room, let alone the whole hospital shake and rumble with one fell swoop. Carrie had to calm herself down and keep a cool head, for the last thing anyone wanted was for anyone else to notice her. She had gotten enough publicity for once.

Carrie: D--D---Don't say her name......

Understanding where she was coming from, Desjardin nodded respectfully and after a minute of silence, one MORE question popped in Carrie's head.

Carrie: What's gonna happen to me now?

For such a good question, it deserved an equally good response and Desjardin had something like that in mind. "Forgive me for answering a question with a question but....." A moment of silence flooded the room again as Carrie stared at her former gym teacher as these words came out:

Desjardin: How would you like to come live with me?

Carrie only raised her eyebrows when she heard that only to face down mere seconds later. Knowing her mother was gone and with nowhere to to go, she had no idea what to say or even how to respond to that. Carrie just kept to herself as Desjardin looked at her in concern.

Desjardin: Come on. Say something, Carrie.... 

~Four Years Later~

Maybe there has been some instances where I wish I didn't have go back and fix whatever it was I did but what a difference a few years make.

~Present Day~

~Tampa, Florida. January 2018~

Pain and trauma come in many different forms and while it is true that pain can be overcome, for others, such trauma can be carried on as it further greatens the burden of the host. Four years have passed since Chamberlain and nothing could appear to heal Carrie White's aching heart.

Agreeing to go with Ms. Desjardin, they both moved out of Maine entirely both vowing to stitch themselves up and leave the shadows of the past behind. Settling in a new house in a new neighborhood, it seemed like they were going to have that said opportunity to start over. But only if Desjardin TRULY knew what had become of Carrie since then. Carrie had gotten better at getting out more and trying to socialize but even at four years straight, not a lot of progress went through. Moving away from the lifestyle that her mother had forced her and grew her into was a tricky situation to try and detach herself from.

And this morning would be no different. Walking barefoot with the carpet gently rubbing off the soles of her feet made her feel like she was almost walking on water. With her powers, she'd definitely get away with that but that wasn't like her.

Creeping out the hallway in the wee hours of January 26th, 2018, Carrie still felt as alone as she did all these years back. Having to adjust to this new lifestyle wasn't as frustrating as she thought the second time around. As she scoured the kitchen and viewed over the kitchen counter, she couldn't help but gripe at the sight of the closet door from the other side of the room.

Or flinch at the sight of all the kitchen knifes laying aside the sink in horizontal position.

Or ponder over the thought of no Bible or cross or statue of Jesus staring down at her, dripping blood as if it was staring straight through her subconsciousness, into her soul.

It got to the point where even pouring a single cup of coffee became difficult for Carrie to muster, as the sound of the liquid being poured downwards into the mug was all the more familiar sense of Deja Vu: the dripping and splattering of pigs blood from that bucket that dangled above her head that fateful night. Having dropped the coffee pot when the imagery became too real, Carrie barely catches it an inch before it hits the floor. Having to exert very little brain power to pull it off, she levitates the pot through the air and carefully placed it on the counter.

Sighing heavily, she just sat there near the table, staring up at the ceiling.

Literally anything that reminded her of the life she had before or that night of the massacre, including her powers, was difficult to keep from her.

There's a scream that can't be silenced: Its rising, growing louder and louder. It's the scream of a child abandoned long ago......As the screams echoed endlessly in that bedroom, in that closet and in that bathroom, it echoes now in my mind. It plagues me, penetrating all the dark places. It slams into the loss and bounces against the regret and the pain: a permanent reminder of my own past, a past I can never escape.

Taking her coffee mug and taking a quick sip, she just closes her eyes, pondering to herself.

The river of death has flown through me and I can't put it out. It hasn't been contained because that's all it is. A river. It's MY river. It flows endlessly through every stretch of my being. And the current is filled with dead bodies; the bodies that I buried that night. Some speak to me, some don't. Some I recognize, other's I don't remember. But they're all still there. They all are......

Carrie?

The voice brings Carrie out of her head as she snaps her head back towards the hallway, seeing Desjardin perched up by the wall, arms crossed, taking a good long look at the girl she had soon learned to idolize.

Desjardin: Good morning. 

Carrie: G--Good morning.

Desjardin: See you've already made some coffee for the both of us.

Carrie: Yeah it's just--

It took a few extra seconds for Carrie to get her thoughts together 

Carrie: I needed something to energized me in some shape or form cause I couldn't sleep last night.

Something about the way she said that didn't really ring well with Desjardin.

Desjardin: Mind if I sit down? 

She does.

Desjardin: So is it....another nightmare? Hallucination? 

Carrie: I don't know what it was....

Fearing how this might get out of control she just places her mug down as Desjardin poured herself a cup of coffee.

Carrie:....but nothing seems to be enough to rid me of these horrors that continue to plague my head. It's hard.

Desjardin: Is it really that hard to let the past die?

That type of question is the type that gets ushered all the time and it's normally the one question people would try to avoid answering. All except Carrie. She took no pride in ignoring the question let alone not answering.

Carrie: If you've seen what I've seen.....do the same things that I've done.....then there'd be no escape.

She brought up an interesting point. Not many people knew about Carrie's home-life and nobody really bothered to ask her to begin with. In a world where people want instant gratification and where everybody's so quick to judge people before they truly know them, she was the perfect example of one out of many pieces of society that was set to be buried and left behind.

Desjardin: Then help me understand. 

Carrie watches as Desjardin sips her coffee, gently placing the mug down.

Desjardin: Maybe if you put me in your shoes for once, I can help you escape.

In pleasant silence, Carrie just eerily turns away.

Desjardin: Please.

At the end of the day Carrie really saw no point of protesting against her request. Knowing Desjardin has shown her nothing but kindness and support all the years she's known her it made sense to tell her everything Regardless of how awful the truth is

Waiting a full minute too long, Carrie spills the beans.

Carrie: Yes......my Momma did abuse me.

Desjardin immediately spits out her coffee amidst hearing that shocking revelation. "What?!"

Carrie: You may have heard some basic rumors about her but the only half of them are true. See....I never knew my Daddy. But when Momma talked about him all she explained was how.....how drunk  he was the night he---

Another slight pause.

Carrie: Well....he may not have been himself under that whisky but Dad held her down and forced himself on her. Momma said she was blinded by depression and fear that she always looked up to God for comfort. And the only thing she got into return was.....me....

Sob story or not, it was effective in its own way.

Carrie: But while growing up.....Momma feared I was....some child of sin. She...used to hit me with Bibles....accused me of sinning as Eve.....locked me in the closet....

HHaving to look back at Desjardins closet door, she barely glimpses at it for a second before turning away. Desjardin was horrified of what she was hearing but it all made sense to her now. On one hand, a part of her felt sorry for Margaret for the incident with her husband but she was PISSED about how she treated her own daughter and the other part of her was glad she died.

It might've seemed wrong to be glad someone so awful died but it's understanding cause of what horrible acts they caused. Yet, she knew she couldn't tell Carrie that; not without internally crushing her. So she basically said what she could.

Desjardin: Carrie listen to me. You're not under that abuse anymore. I'm never gonna force you into a closet or beat you with any damn books.

Carrie just sits up sternly, remembering how she was taught to never curse. She found it shocking that her gym teacher said one of those forbidden words, let alone in front of her.

Desjardin: What? Carrie--

Carrie: I'm sorry, I just......I never have gotten used to those words everyone at school said all the time.....

Understanding that, she nods.

Desjardin: Sometimes, yeah. Either out of their control like when they're angry or having too much fun. But that isn't evil, Carrie. Everything isn't a sin. This is what you need to understand, which is why you need more time to make more progress out there.

Carrie: But....Ms. Desjardin.....I don't think I'm ready yet.

Desjardin: It's been years since Chamberlain, dear. You can't spend the rest of your life cooped up in the house withering away. It's not good for you....no one even knows who you really are yet and many of the locals around here are nice. Like, uh....like our next door neighbors.

Given the years that have passed by, Carrie still knew relatively little about the people who lived either by her or close to her.

"Neighbors?", she ushers.

Desjardin: Yeah, the Ford brothers......they seem to be around your age, attending community college. They talk to me much but one of them does wave to me while I'm heading out for work and he's walking to campus. You should go there and meet a few people, if not at least visit the campus.

Carrie only squints her eyes and nods her head unconvinced. She didn't know and from the looks of it, she didn't want to.

Seeing how this was getting nowhere quickly, Desjardin wasn't giving up so easily.

Desjardin: Well...what'd you like to do for fun?

Carrie: Fun? No one's ever asked me that before. I hardly even know what fun is. But I guess.....I like knitting and sowing.

That made Desjardin's job all more easier, for the time being.

Desjardin: Ahh....well....I know a good knitting shop somewhere in town that could put your talents to good use. And......you remember the 10 meters I gave you and the girls in my class?

Gym class: another part of her past that held a crucial piece to her puzzle she could never remove. She hardly remembered doing much of the exercise in most of her P.A. classes.

Carrie: The suicides? Yeah....?

Desjardin: Well, I was thinking....if you're ever up for it how bout you and I go to the park and take a jog together.

Carrie: You mean like a run?

She nods.

Desjardin: Yeah. When college gymnastics was my major back then, I took jogs every weekend. It helped relieve my stress from time to time. Maybe it can do the same for you.

Carrie once again, doesn't respond. Her former teacher can only be assume that she needs time to think over it.

Desjardin: You know what, sweetheart? There's no rush. Just take all the time you need and let me know.

Carrie turned around and walked back to the kitchen to refill her coffee mug, sinking back into her thoughts again. Even she had to admit, her offer felt too good to pass up as tempting as it was but that was yet to be accepted.

Outside, next door to Carrie and Desjardin's house opposite of the fence from them, two boys roughly around the age of 22 were out and about dressed in hoodies and shorts playing basketball in 62 degree weather.

Brothers Sean (Nat Wolff) and Raymond Ford (Alex Wolff) seemed pretty even on the score they set for themselves. Considering how both of them were pros at the game at basketball, it made fairly good sense but Sean was nearly out of breath from the vigorous workout, giving Ray the opportunity to knock the ball out of his hands.

Ray: Giving up already?

Sean just scoffs. "In your dreams. I'm just not re-energized."

Ray: Well, whose fault is that? You drank the last of the Gatorades.

"And whose always running low on cardio and forcing us to run double the suicides every weekend, huh?", Sean fires back.

Ray playfully nudges him in the shoulder. "Don't rub it in, Sean. We're already on a hot streak for this weekends game and if we wanna run the Turro team into the ground, gotta be more hard as ever."

Taking advantage of his younger brother lecturing on, Sean knocks the ball out Rays hands.

Ray: Oi!

Knocking the ball out his hands, he dribbles it underneath Ray and just slam dunks the basket. However, Ray couldn't help but to take a crack at Sean for his positioning on how he made the basket. "Umm, ok? What was that flash?"

Sean basically shrugs it off. "You were droning on. And besides, I figured I'd pull a Shaquille O'Neal on ya." Now that felt a little bit like an insult.

Ray: Shaq? For real, now? You know he couldn't make a free throw back in the day, right?"

Sean: Yeah? Well, when you're tall enough to the point where you can dunk without jumping, you ain't gotta make free throws either.

Partially finding the joke funny but mostly trying to laugh it off, Ray just chuckles endlessly as he tosses Sean his towel and walks back inside to get his. Wiping the sweat of his face, Seans eye caught a glimpse of Carrie stepping out to the back patio for fresh air. Almost immediately, he just stood there in place, letting his towel fall off his shoulder. It's as if time was held in place and everything just slowed down in his mind.

He had never seen anyone else so beautiful in all his life. It's almost as if in his eyes, Carrie was like an Angel that flew straight down from Heaven.

But only if he knew......

Besides from getting air, Carrie was just taking the thought into consideration of what Rita said earlier. And again, she did realize that Desjardin was in the right. Sure, she may not be living the lifestyle she lived all her life but then again, it's just hard to build a new one when you're used to the old one. And just for a minute, Carrie turned her eyes sideways with Sean looking at her and both of them flinched upon being spotted. Sean just chuckled nervously, already giving off the wrong impression.

Sean: Um....Good day, miss....

He gets no reply. Just another blank stare from Carrie before she just turned away only for Sean to approach the fence and call her out again. This time, she seemed to acknowledge his voice as she moved away from the fence.

Sean: I, um....I know some locals around here but I don't think we met before. Umm.....I'm Sean. Sean Ford.

A slight facial muscle contraction on the right side of Carries face caused her to twitch slightly at his direction. He had her attention again but she still said nothing.

Sean: I....don't suppose you talk....do you?

Carrie just suddenly rushed back inside, leaving Sean feeling like a complete buffoon for asking that.

Sean: I don't suppose you talk. Nice one Sean, you asshole.

"Oi!" Sean looked back seeing Ray in causal attire and a bac pack over his shoulder. "C'mon, man. Hit the showers. We got less than an hour to be at campus."

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Minutes after the Ford brothers leave, the door bell rings on Desjardins new residence. The former Chamberlain High gym teacher put down her magazine and set her mug on the coffee table and walked towards the door, puzzled. She wasn't expecting anyone nor was she opening it right away. Even when the doorbell rang once more, she didn't feel the need to do such a thing. All she could do was respond from where she was.

Desjardin: Who is it?

Rita Desjardin?

Desjardin: Yes...?

I'm Dr. Anisha Paris. I'd like to make an appointment with your daughter Carrie.

A string of confusion overtook the gym teacher. She didn't remember making an appointment for her former student and she sure as hell knew it wasn't the right period of time for Carrie to be receiving any sort of treatment no matter how large or small.

She didn't want to come out as disrespectful but she felt something was off, in terms of who the doctor was talking about.

But finally giving herself a reason to follow through, she bolts the door open and the sight she was presented to was a black female (Donnabella Mortel) who looked a little less younger than her and a lot shorter in height. Regardless of appearance, she looked professional enough. "How do you know Carrie?"

Anisha: I've been keeping eyes on your 'daughter' for some time now, Rita. It's sort of come to my attention that she's been pretty much hiding from the outside world every chance she gets. But that only depends on what happened is true? About her past? How it led up to that fateful night?

Feeling uncomfortable, Desjardin wanted to leave the matter right then and there.

Desjardin: It's safe to say some things are better left unsaid. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

But still, Anisha insisted. "You'd be throwing a golden ticket away, Rita. I might be able to help her."

One too many times that statement was ushered and one too many times did that alleged promise end up falling on deaf ears. The last thing needed was for history to repeat itself and God knows they don't need any more lives to be taken. Desjardin couldn't help but to feel disgusted when the doctor said those words.

Desjardin: Every other time someone told her that, she continued to get hurt. The last time someone tried to help her, lots of people paid the price for what she had to deal with. Whatever 'help' you have, its not gonna make this anguish disappear. It hasn't been that way since th—

Anisha: The Black Prom?

She just about had enough. Desjardin was nearly seconds from slamming the door in her face before it suddenly jerks all the way open as a force slams it back to the closet door on the inside. All the two women could do was just stare back at Carrie as she finally let her telekinesis be put to rest for the time being. The sight of Anisha would bring her some sighs of worry but since she had heard the entire conversation, there was no need to worry.

Once again, silence runs through the doorway as she approaches her.

All Carrie muttered was simply, "Help me how?"

That question was left to be desired at M&R Therapy Center where Anisha operated in her work. Against her better judgement, Carrie pleaded with Desjardin to take her there and to let her have her alone time with Anisha.

Needless to say progress was slowly building up as Carrie had spent the last FOUR hours in the room with her. It hardly felt like much though. So far, Anisha has gotten everything down from the date of birth all the way to the night before prom and insisted Carrie continue. She didn't really feel like it however as she contemplated getting up to the worst part.

Carrie had to stop herself from this tedious process and ask again, "What do you really want from me?"

For Anisha, she probably saw that coming.

Anisha: Like I've mentioned already, I just want to help.

Carrie: You're not the first person to tell me that. Only difference is the last person who tried to live up that promise died right here, next to me....in my arms.

The way she was holding up her hands as she spoke, everything about it just felt completely unnatural and it was difficult for Anisha to dismiss that because it was so obvious. The bets she could do was to continue to ask questions and provide support without pushing too far deep.

Anisha: Can I—can I at least get a name?

That was the exact moment where Carrie just wanted to bolt off the couch and walk off. But she didn't......and she told her EXACTLY what she wanted to hear, just not without rarely breaking her voice.

Carrie: Tommy Ross.

She nearly choked out having to pronounce his name: the only boy in school who didn't treat her like a sack of shit and invited her out to prom for just ONE NIGHT of being more than what she was.......

At this point, she just about had enough. Bolting off the couch and heading straight for the door, she was prepared to just move away from the matter right then and there and just leave now. But not before those four words were ushered:

Anisha: Did you love him?

For Carrie the entire world just stopped when those words were ushered. Nobody really brought up or mentioned the question up until now but even then the truth about how SHE felt about her "Relationship" with Tommy Ross was more tragic than sad.....and given how her expression changed as she let go of the doorknob even Carrie was ashamed

Carrie: True sorrow isn't as rare as true love...

That left Anisha confused

Anisha: Is that a yes or no?

Carrie: There's no simple answer to that. Does it look that way to you? 

She couldn't argue with that.

Anisha: If that's the case....then....eleborate.

Silence was deafening for the time being twas as the common response Carrie had giving other for hours on end. As expected though, she does open her mouth.

Carrie: I wasn't supposed to be the one with him. I wasn't supposed to go out with him that night.

Anisha: Why do you say that? 

As ashamed as Carrie was to admit the truth it was still the truth regardless and it needed to be said

Carrie: Because Tommy Ross was in love with someone else. Still, it was like....I knew he was during our dance and how he treated me sweetly. It was just out of sympathy....I--I don't know how to explain it but....I could hear what he was thinking.

Anisha: Hear? What he was thinking? Are you saying you read his mind?

Carrie: Look, I've said enough! Listen Dr....

Anisha: Anisha.

Carrie: Anisha. I appreciate this offer bit I don't see how this is suppose to help me. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered of coming here. 

She just stares at Anisha disapprovingly as she just turns the the doorknob and opens it about to make her way out.

Carrie didn't have to say anything - she could see that this wasn't going to go through as well as she thought. She didn't have time for this she truly believed it would be easier to work together with someone who had actual ANSWERS but if she had to find out out alone so be it

Anisha: I met other people like you!

THAT'S what stopped Carrie dead in her tracks as she slowly turned her head around looking at the therapist in curiosity

The very thought of what she said sounded blasphemous yet it felt too real. Carrie knew from her high school days that there were others out there like her thanks to her research Given how inherited and potentially dangerous the ability felt to her it was a fact she could not argue with whatsoever Jumping to conclusions didn't feel all that wrong right about now but given the "Confirmation" she received seconds ago, it was unsure as to what she was to feel now.

Anisha: One of my first patients actually had the same powers as you. And since I first learned about it.....Telekinesis has been my obsession for a long time. It's origins remain a mystery to me but it's development has drastically increased my interests and as much as I'm ashamed to admit it......I've come to admire the skills of the supernatural. I spent the last six years of my life studying those abilities trying to learn of how what exactly created this phenomenon....and how it gets down from generation to generation. 

Carrie mumbled between the crack of her lips as she closes the door and sits back down again this time Anisha had her full undivided attention

"Whether it was inherited or from natural causes", Carrie mumbled between the crack in her lips as she closes the door and sits back down again. This time, Anisha had her full undivided attention.

Anisha: There was......one incident that I picked up a year before your case. It was unknown as to how he got his powers but something set him off as well.....and in his final moments......it destroyed him.

Carrie listened more carefully as she kept on curious on who this other telekentic before her was. But there's one thing she knew for sure. "His gift became his curse".

Anisha: His scenario was definitely something but it wasn't until your case opened that I truly began to......question.....how far is it possible to push someone like you to the brink of collapse. Four years later and I still know little about you. All I know is, Carrie.....this power may feel like a curse to you but deep down, you must know it can be used for something of a higher purpose. I can give you support but not until I know more

Once again the meeting started to go downhill as it didn't take long for Carrie to put two and two together.

Carrie: More what?

Anisha: About that night. About those involved. Do you ever think about them, Carrie?

Knowing where she was going Carrie sat there with a broody expression plastered across her face as her eyes began twitching, clutching her fists without Anisha noticing. Neither of them seemed to notice the bookshelf on the left side of the room began to shake slightly as only a few books fell over.

Pretty soon, the table began to shake as well.

Anisha: Do you....feel guilty about their fate? 

No words were spoken from her except for some more twitching in Carrie's eyes.

Anisha: I even borrowed something from the old Chamberlain evidence depository. They said they found it while investigating the remains of your house..

Carrie didn't even seem to notice Anisha had a suicase packed in her lab. Having a raised a few red flags already, Anisha opened the suicase which cause Carrie's powers to die down slowly. Everything present in the room that was shaking stopped....and what she pulled out.....

......was the the ruined torn dirt and bloody covered prom dress she wore that exact night in Chamberlain

Seeing it made Carrie react rashly on the inside as her eyes widen and mouth dropped and almost immediately, the room began to shake excessively again, even more violently than the last few seconds as the entire layout of the room began to shake, rattle and fall apart. Bookshelves were knocked over, the lamplight began to twitch, the glass table slowly began to crack. It felt like all hell was breaking loose.

Yet Anisha was still there seemingly unfazed by how far Carrie can push the limitations of her powers without exerting too much. Little did Anisha know Carrie genuinely felt no control over her abilities this time around.

Anisha: This was yours, right? The same night all hell broke loose, the very stain that continued to plague your mind ever since?

Carrie: Y--Yes.

Anisha: How many lives that day?

She was certainly pushing the wrong buttons but she insisted anyways for she deemed this too important.

Carrie: Four hundred and.....forty.

Anisha: Do you even remember them?

Hours ago, she wouldn't have been able to give out an answer but now that she was pushed to a limit she didn't want to go towards, all sense of awkwardness, uneasiness and fear went straight out the window. It's as if she was a completely different person compared to when she actually had control.

Carrie: I remember ALL of them.   

Her eyes pulsate rapidly at the sight before she just telepathically yanks the dress away from Anisha, finally ushering her to break out of her brief psychotic episode all while the room just laid in complete and utter ruins. Both women just stare at each other in stunned silence over what just happened. Needless to say, neither one of them could tell what was more terrifying: how extreme Carries abilities were, how close she was to snapping again or the fact that she just confessed to committing to the crime that would go on and make national history.

Finally having enough to deal with this, Carrie, still clutching onto the dress tightly, just bolted up from the couch and reached for the door yet again but not before she ushered a warning.

Carrie: If I were you Anisha....I would hope we don't meet again.

Anisha: I wouldn't dismiss that right away.

Carrie: Well, you should.

Finally, she exits.

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Meanwhile, at the University Of South Florida, the occurring basketball came between the home and opponent team had came to a close almost half an hour ago. And unfortunately for the Ford brothers, things did not go the way they had hoped it would.

They lost to the Turros by ONE point.

Not to mention Sean had to sit out for the last two halves of the game after twisting his ankle near the last few seconds of the second game. As a result, Raymond had to work the the last two games with his friend Scott Heralds (Chris O'Neal)

Exiting the lounge area and having to head up to Scott's room for some breathing room, there didn't seem to be much stopping either of them from just spitting on the game they trained so hard for only to fail. And it was hard to tell who was frustrated the most.

"And THAT'S how you commit career homicide." Ray sits out as soon as they enter the doorway.

"More like suicide. As careful as Sean normally is, he basically did that to himself", Scott felt the need to point out. "Ok, THAT I can't really argue against but for the life of me, what were you doing out there?", Ray just expressed, feeling completely dumbfounded and lost in the moment.

Ray: This was your debut for the South Florida Bulls and you could've, at least, tried to make it worth while. Yet you were fucking paralyzed a-as if David Blaine was there, snapping his fingers and advra kadabra straight into the center of the arena. You barely knew what you doing down there, man.

Scott: What more did you expect me to do?! It was my first time out on the court!

Ray: We lost by one point!

Scott: Hey. You think it would've mattered less if Sean was there?

That brought the matter to rest almost immediately because Scott had a point there. Even if Sean hadn't twisted his ankle, the outcome of the game probably wouldn't have altered much in the long run and deep down, both of them knew it. Dropping both their book bags and dufflebags, they both just lay downwards onto the bed.

It was an exhausting journey of a day already and both men were just exhausted of energy.

Ray: I will say this though: the angle of that free throw looked dope as all hell.

Scott: One in a million shot, bud.

They both chuckle and the laughter immediately dies down seconds later. Neither one of them generally weren't happy with the outcome of tonight and it made Ray bring up some real talk.

Ray: When the hell did our lives get so complicated?"

Scott: You know that better than I do, man—

Ray: Only because me and Sean had it worse than you and we had to build everything back up from scratch, ok? No tricks, no good luck, no spells, no wingardium leviosa, just pure manufactured brotherly-labor. Parents or no parents, it probably wouldn't have altered much in the end anyways.

Scott: Ok, so let's just say maybe there were elements of the supernatural that existed in this world. Would prefer that if it makes your life a little less tedious and a little more fun?

Ray: I've never believed in any of that. Never wanted to Cause it's more harm than good. Always leads trouble.

All of a sudden, there were three knocks on the outside of the door of the dorm. The sound didn't startle them but it did raise some eyebrows.

Ray: You invite anyone?

Scott: No. Might be Sean; who knows?

Ray just looked him, almost in stupor. "You know it takes days to weeks to recover from a sprained ankle, right?"

"Again, you never know. Let me check first." Seeing how Scott had a point there, he just backs off while the knocks on the door continue to run through.....

Scott: Who is it?

Approaching the door with each passing second flying past him, he doesn't open the door. He just peeks out of the peephole to be able to see who it was first. Scott's eyes widen in shock before shutting the peephole and just locking the door. Putting his back up against the door, it raises more than just an eyebrow for Ray.

Ray: Ok? Should I be worried?

"I'd prefer 'scared shitless'." Scott spits out bluntly.

More knocks on the door formulate, each one more louder and aggressive than the last as an annoying female voice just echoes, screeching through the wood.

Raymond!

Ray: Is it just—me or does that sounds like—

RAYMOND!

By the time two and two comes together, Ray didn't like what he found out at all. Anything to do with who was on the other side meant more than enough bad news to him already. "No no no NO! Why her?"

Scott: Shush. Don't answer it and she'll go away.

Ray: No, she won't.

I'm not going anywhere till you open this door.

Ray: What the hell did I tell you?!

This just makes Ray groan loudly, slamming down on the bed. At this point, he didn't care whether or not the person on the other side of the door heard him or not. He was just frustrated that SHE had to come sneaking into his life again.

I'm waiting.

"BETTER KEEP WAITING, THEN!", Ray yells from the inside out only for Scott to pull him aside out of the way of the door and just stuffs him down near the cabinet near the bed. Any attempts to keep him quiet didn't go well, despite there needing to be a way to get him to lower his voice.

Ray: Don't shush me!

Scott: Whoa whoa whoa. Why you're so sour?

He just stared at Scott for a bit. Scott felt awkward, but he felt the need to say what he did. "Can you please just get rid of her?", Ray said with an uneasy vibe in his throat.

Scott: Why me?

Ray: Cause you got the hots for her.

Scott: But....that's the problem. I can't talk to her without being turned down.

If you boys aren't gonna let me in, at least tell me where Sean is. 

Ray: Forget it! You leave my bro alone. He's done with your bullshit!

Turning back to Scott Ray just squealed under his breath Ray: Scott just do it!

Scott: Ohhhh.....fine.

With Ray taking in his pride and hiding this left Scott slightly grabbing the doorknob and just yanking it all way open just to get a good look at Kaitylin Lawerence (Scout Taylor-Compton) Almost immediately Scott's jaw nearly dropped to the floor of his chin But then again why wouldn't he? In his eyes he was drop-dead gorgeous

Kaiytlin: Oh Scott....heh...normally I wouldn't drop by I hadn't seen....you know. But since Ray just so happened to slip by you wouldn't happen to see Sean anywhere?

Scott: Errr....I uh.....hadn't seen him since the game. He.....had an accident during on of the playoffs...

Kaitlyn: Duh! I know that. I'm cheer captain; I saw the whole thing. Had to go to the nurse's office to check and he wasn't there. So when I saw Ray come in I figured---

Scott: Yeah yeah yeah, I get it.....both brothers aren't always in the same spot as one another. But Sean; he....really needs time to heal. Not buying the dumb gimmick Kaitlyn felt something done when she asked of something she'd make sure she get it And this time would be no different. Kaitlyn slowly began tracing on Scott's chin which made him nervous as his cheeks blushed his eyes twitched

Kaitlyn: Let's cut the shit ok? I know you been dying for a short shot at the hottest chick on the team. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same around you. It would be very sweet if you can just.....spill out some info for me.

She suddenly presses up against his pants slapping her hand right alongside his crotch and it makes him jump slightly Scott: Oof! Argh.....well, I.... Scott still tried to keep his game face on but his defense was deteriorating every passing second

Kaitlyn: Just tell me Scottie where he is and I promise you I'll make it very worth your while. With Ray overhearing everything he felt like he was gonna barf. He almost contemplated texting or calling Sean right now to tell him Kaitlyn was on his trail again but something told him not to but next thing he knew his jaw fell completly opened as he just overheard Scott blurt it out

Scott: He's in the men's locker room.

Satisfied Kaitlyn just plants a small kiss on his cheek before slightly shoving him back into the room and walking off. Scott undoubtedly felt awkward after that but awkwardness quickly dissolves to disappointment as he looked past at his dorm door seeing a very pissed off Ray as he once again squeals

Ray: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! 

Scott: I get it. I fucked up, I know. Everything just happened too fast; I didn't even know what else to say....

Scott had to know that wasn't a good excuse in the slightest and all he could see was Ray's cold eyes just staring straight through

Ray: See I knew you were into Kaitlyn but I didn't think you were dumb enough to let Poison Ivy get in the way of anything.

Scott: That happens when you come cross someone THAT drop dead gorgeous. If people were to take a survey on Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn alone I'm pretty sure more than half of the schools population would vote "To die for".

Ray just scoffs and chuckles at that remark before he just picks up his bag and flips it into his back.

Ray: It ain't always about looks, Scott. Heart matters more. 

Ray storms out leaving Scott on his lonesome and feeling incredibly useless

In the men's locker room it was all but empty. No basketball players no baseball players no lacrosse teams track runners coaches not a single soul was present. All but one. Only Sean was present there like Scott said earlier only he was in the medical room trying to readjust his twisted ankle. The Ankle still made it diffitcult for him to stand after placing ice over the sprained area so without waiting much longer he PAINFULLY lifted it up to his right knee

Sean: Ah! Ahh! Damn!

Yelping in exasperation as Sean first rubbed over the cold bare skin of his foot before grabbing ahold of the ankle and then snapping it back into place. 

Sean: Ffffffffuck ME argh!!

Sean's leg just fell over as he breathed out and slowly

Willing to walk out his own merit he did in fact stand up on both legs

(More coming soon)

Mid-Credit Scene

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Post-Credit scene

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Survivors

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Deaths

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Reception

Upon its release, Carrie: Blood Of Redemption received mostly positive reviews from critics and audiences alike. Review aggravator website Rotten Tomatoes gave the film a score of 65% stating, "As a major improvement over its faulty predecessor, Carrie: Blood of Redemption shines with its talented cast and a surprisingly well-thought out story that makes this installment passable if not spectacular despite it's awkward and uneven pace."

Featured Songs

• Gavin Mikhail - Iridescent (Linkin Park cover)
• Starset - Dark On Me
• Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)
• LINKIN PARK - CASTLE OF GLASS
• Naked Brothers Band - I Indeed Can See
• Eminem - Legacy
• Like A Storm - Break Free
• Sick Puppies - Maybe (Unplugged)
• U2 - The Troubles
• Queen - Spread Your Wings
• Celine Dion - Ashes
• A-Ha - Take On Me

Main Cast Gallery

Carrie White

Sue Snell

Sean Ford

Raymond Ford

Chris Hargensen

Kaitlyn Lawrence

Rita Desjardin

Anisha Paris

Detective Vanessa Daniels

Detective Jones

Thomas Holland

Scott Heralds

Tara Kendrick

Alex Campbell

Ian Simmons

George Dawson

Erika Gogan

Aimee Summers

Ralph White

Judith Cochran

Isabelle Carrieta Snell

Rachel Lang

Trailer

Carrie Blood Of Redemption (Fan-made Trailer)-0

Sequel

(Coming soon....)

Unofficial Sequels

• The Rage

• Carrie: Judgement Day

• Carrie: Freedom

• Carrie: The Haunted Dead

• Carrie: A Bloody Christmas

• Chronicle Of Carrie

• Carrie Vs. Dracula

MMPA Rating

The following film is rated "R" for excessive violence and strong language throughout....