Chapter 9: Old Wounds

345 17 122
                                    

“Where am I?”

Jago pushed himself off the teal floor and studied his surroundings. Around him was an endless void with countless stars and swirling dust clouds. When a groan reached his ears, he found Carrie lying on the same surface. As he approached her, the monk nudged her awake.

She groaned as her eyes flickered. “Jago? Where are we?”

“Not sure.” The monk helped her to her feet. “We must leave.”

A moment later, Carrie screamed and pointed to something behind them.

Jago froze once he turned around. A gargoyle-like creature stood with iron braces on each wrist. A menacing yellow glow shone from its eyes. Its sharp-toothed humanoid-tusked mouth pulled into a sardonic grin.

“Carrie, run!” the monk said as the monster grabbed him.

She ran until a portal materialized from the ether. Several cackling Omens appeared from the gateway and pounced on her.

“Help me! Jago, help me!” Carrie cried as the monk fought to escape the demon’s grip.

Sneering, the creature brought Jago close to its face. Its icy contempt betrayed its tiger-like visage. “Hello. So glad to meet you.”

“Can’t say likewise, Gargos.”

“Come now. I’ve set aside time for us.”

“You can keep it, so let us leave.”

Gargos scoffed. “As if I’d let that happen. I’m pleased you brought your friend.”

“I swear if you hurt Carrie—!” Jago said until the Shadow Lord tightened his hold.

“You are in no position to make threats, boy.” Gargos paused as he shifted glances between his captives, then expressed a faux moment of clarity. “Oh! You care about the child, do you?” He gestured at his minions. With the Omens holding Carrie down, the lead one wrapped its claws around her neck. “In that case, we should begin your next lesson. Now, witness the birth of my strongest fighter.”

“NO!” Jago yelled.

Carrie’s scream echoed as Omen plunged his bare hand into her chest. He ripped her soul from her body, her form wavering in the void. After tossing it into the Abyss, the demon moved into Carrie’s body. Carrie writhed on the ground, her eyes rolling upward. Spittle flew out of her mouth, and her skin turned blue. The Omens cackled with daemonic glee until she stopped moving.

Her irises gleamed electric white when she opened them. As she pushed herself off the floor, ‘Carrie’ cackled a strange double-layered laugh. An evil black aura enveloped her as electric wings sprouted from her back.

Jago glared at Gargos, who laughed, averting his teary eyes from the horror. “You bastard, wh-what… what have you done to her?”

“Don’t worry. Carrie’s in safe hands with me. What about you, hm? Will you join me? If you do, you two will stay together.”

“Like hell, I will!”

“Ha, defiant until the end.” Gargos wrapped Jago’s neck. “I almost feel… sorry for you. After all, you were my favorite student. Well, almost. You still have my thanks for our freedom. Now, Jago, there’s one task left to accomplish for the ‘Tiger Spirit.’”

Out of thin air, another portal appeared, where a sprawling gulf of madness and insane shapes reigned. Jago trembled at what awaited him.

“Nyarlathotep, the Old Ones, and the Outer Gods require your presence. You will be their ideal toy as they feast on your sanity and flesh. May your name, screams, and torture last for eternity,” Gargos said.

Killer Instinct: Carrie UnleashedWhere stories live. Discover now