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ch it； so I started to duck back inside。
Q。 What happened next？
A。 Next？ Why； next thing； the Devil came to Chamberlain 。。。
When the buckets fell； she was at first only aware of a loud； metallic clang cutting through the music； and then she was deluged in warmth and wetness。 She closed her eyes instinctively。 There was a grunt from beside her； and in the part of her mind that had e so recently awake； she sensed brief pain。
（tommy）
The music came to a crashing； discordant halt； a few voices hanging on after it like broken strings； and in the sudden deadness of anticipation； filling the gap between event and realization； like doom； she beard someone say quite clearly：
'My God； that's blood。'
A moment later； as if to ram the truth of it home； to make it utterly and exactly clear； someone screamed。
Carrie sat with her eyes closed and felt the black bulge of terror rising in her mind。 Momma had been right； after all。 They had taken her again gulled her again； made her the butt again。 The horror of it should have been monotonous； but it was not； they had gotten her up here； up here in front of the whole school； and had repeated the shower…room scene 。。。 only the voice had said
（my god that's blood）
something too awful to be contemplated。 If she opened her eyes and it was true； oh； what then？ What then？
Someone began to laugh； a solitary； affrightened hyena sound； and she did open her eyes； opened them to see who it was and it was true； the final nightmare； she was red and dripping with it； they had drenched her in the very secretness of blood； in front of all of them and her thought
（oh。。。i 。。。 COVERED… with it）
was coloured a ghastly purple with her revulsion and her shame。 She could smell herself and it was the stink of blood。 the awful wet； coppery smell。 In a flickering kaleidoscope of images she saw the blood running thickly down her naked thighs； hear the constant beating of the shower on the tiles； felt the soft patter of tampons and napkins against her skin as voices exhorted her to plug it UP； tasted the plump； fulsome bitterness of horror。 They had finally given her the shower they wanted。
A second voice joined the first； and was followed by a third … girl's soprano giggle … a fourth； a fifth； six； a dozen； all of them； all laughing。 Vic Mooney was laughing。 She could see him。 His face was utterly frozen； shocked； but that laughter issued forth just the same。
She sat quite still； letting the noise wash over her like surf They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder； but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil。 In this one she would bite a poison apple； be attacked by trolls； be eaten by tigers。
They were laughing at her again。
And suddenly it broke。 The horrible realization of how badly she had been cheated came over her； and a horrible； soundless cry
（they're LOOKING at me）
tried to e out of her。 She put her hands over her face to hide it and staggered out of the chair。 Her only thought was to run； to get out of the light； to let the darkness have her and hide her。
But it was like trying to run through molasses。 Her traitor mind had slowed time to a crawl； it was as if God had switched the whole scene from 78 rpm to 33 1/3。 Even the laughter seemed to have deepened and slowed to a sinister bass rumble。
Her feet tangled in each other； and she almost fell of the edge of the stage。 She recovered herself； bent down； and hopped down to the floor。 The grinding laughter swelled louder。 It was like rocks rubbing together。
She wanted not to see； but she did see； the lights were too bright and she could see all their faces。 Their mouths； ；their teeth； their eyes。 She could see her own gorestreaked hands in front of her face。
Miss Desjardin was running toward her； and Miss Desjardin's face was filled with lying passion。 Carrie could we beneath the surface to where the real Miss Geer was giggling and chuckling with rancid old…maid ribaldry。 Miss Desjardin's mouth opened and her voice issued forth； horrible and slow and deep：
'Let me help you； dear。 Oh I am so sor…'
She struck out at her
（flex）
and Miss Desjardin went flying to rattle off the wall at the side of the stage and fall into a heap。
Carrie ran。 She ran through the middle of them。 Her hands were to her face but she could see through the prison of her fingers； could see them； how they were； beautiful； wrapped in light； swathed in the bright； angelic robes of Acceptance。 The shined shoes； the clear faces； the careful beauty…parlour hairdos； the glittery gowns。 They stepped back from her as if she was plague； but they kept laughing； then； a foot was stuck slyly out
（o yes that es next o yes）
and she fell over on her hands and knew and began to crawl； to crawl along the floor with her blood…clotted hair hanging in her face； crawling like St Paul on the Damascus Road； whose eyes had been blinded by the light。 Next someone would kick her ass。
But no one did and then she was scrabbling to her feet again。 Things began to speed up。 She was out through the door； out into the lobby； then flying down the stairs that she and Tommy had swept up so grandly two hours ago。
（tommy's dead full price paid full price for bringing a plague into the place of light）
She went down them in great； awkward leaps； with the sound of the laughter flapping around her like black birds。
Then； darkness。
She fled across the school's wide front lawn； losing both of her prom slippers and fleeing barefoot The closely cut school lawn was like velvet； lightly dusted with dewfall； and the laughter was behind her。 She began to calm slightly。
Then her feet did tangle and she fell at full length out by the flagpole。 She lay quiescent； breathing raggedly； her hot face buried in the cool grass。 The tears of shame began to flow； as hot and as heavy as that first flow of menstrual blood had been。 They had beaten her； bested her； once and for all time。 It was over。
She would pick herself up very soon now； and sneak home by the back streets； keeping to the shadows in case someone came looking for her； find Momma； admit she had been wrong
（！ NO ！）
The steel in her… and there was a great deal of it suddenly rose up and cried the word out strongly。 The closet？ The endless； wandering prayers？ The tracts and the cross and only the mechanical bird in the Black Forest cuckoo clock to mark off the rest of the hours and days and years and decades of her life？
Suddenly； as if a videotape machine had been turned on in her mind； she saw Miss Desjardin running toward her； and saw her thrown out of her way like a rag doll as she used her mind on her； without even consciously thinking of it。
She rolled over on her back； eyes staring wildly at the stars from her painted face。 She was forgetting
（！ THE POWER ！）
It was time to teach them a lesson。 Time to show them a thing or two。 She giggled hysterically。 It was one of Momma's pet phrases。
（momma ing home putting her purse down eyeglasses flashing well i guess i showed that elt a thing or two at the shop today）
There was the sprinkler system。 She could turn it on； turn it on easily。 She giggled again and got up； began to walk barefoot back toward the lobby doors。 Turn on the sprinkler system and close all the doors。 Look in and let them see her looking in； watching and laughing while the shower ruined their dresses and their hairdos and took the shine off their shoes。 Her only regret was that it couldn't be blood。
The lobby was empty。 She paused halfway up the stairs and FLEX； the doors all slammed shut under the concentrated force she directed at them the pneumatic door…closers snapping of。 She heard some of them scream and it was music； sweet soul music。
For a moment nothing changed and then she could feel them pushing against the doors； wanting them to open。 The pressure was negligible。 They were trapped
（trapped）
and the word echoed intoxicatingly in her mind。 They were under her thumb； in her power。 Power！ What a word that was！
She went the rest of the way up and looked in and George Dawson was smashed up against the glass； struggling； pushing； his face distorted with effort。 There were others behind him； and they all looked like fish in an aquarium。
She glanced up and yes； t