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West End blew up … gas。 And Carlin Street's on fire。 And they're saying Carrie White did it！'
'Oh God；' Chris said。 She started to get out of bed and grope for her clothes。 'What did…'
'Shut up；' Billy said mildly； 'or I'll kick your ass。' He looked at Jackie again and nodded for him to go on。
'They seen her。 Lots of people seen her。 Billy； they say she's all covered with blood。 She was at that fuckin prom tonight。。。 Steve and Henry didn't get it but 。。。 Billy； did you 。。。 that pig blood 。。。 was it…'
'Yeah；' Billy said。
'Oh； no。' Jackie stumbled back against the doorframe。 His face was a sickly yellow in the light of the one hall lightbulb。 'Oh Jesus； Billy； the whole town…。'
'Carrie trashed the whole town？ Carrie White？ You're full of shit。' He said it calmly； almost serenely。 Behind him； Chris was dressing rapidly。
'Go and look out the window；' Jackie said。
Billy went over and looked out。 The entire eastern horizon had gone crimson； and the sky was alight with it。 Even as he looked； three fire trucks screamed by。 He could make out the names on them in the glow of the street light that marked The Cavalier's parking lot。
'Son of a whore；' he said。 'Those trucks are from Brunswick。'
'Brunswick？' Chris said。 'That's forty miles away。 That can't be 。 。 。'
Billy turned back to Jackie Talbot。 'All right。 What happened？'
Jackie shook his head。 'Nobody knows； not yet。 It started at the high school。 Carrie and Tommy Ross got the King and Queen； and then somebody dumped a couple of buckets of blood on them and she ran out。 Then the school caught on fire； and they say nobody got out。 Then Teddy's Amoco blew up； then that Mobil station on Summer Street…！'
'Citgo。' Billy corrected。 'It's a Citgo。'
'Who the fuck cares？' Jackie screamed。 'It was her； every place something happened it was her！ And those buckets 。。。 none of us wore gloves。。。'
'I'll take care of it；' Billy said。
'You don't get it； Billy。 Carrie
'Get out。'
'Billy…'
'Get out or I'll break your arm and feed it to you。'
Jackie backed out of the door warily。
'Go home。 Don't talk to nobody。 I'm going to take care of everything。'
'All right；' Jackie said。 'Okay。 Billy； I just thought…'
Billy slammed the door。
Chris was on him in a second。 'Billy what are we going to do that bitch Carrie oh my Lord what are we going to…'
Billy slapped her； getting his whole arm into it； and knocked her on to the floor。 Chris sat sprawled in stunned silence for a moment； and then held her face and began to sob。
Billy put on his pants； his tee shirt； his boots。 Then he went to the chipped porcelain washstand in the corner； clicked on the light； wet his head； and began to b his hair； bending down to see his reflection in the spotted； ancient mirror。 Behind him； wavy and distorted； Chris Hargensen sat on the floor； wiping blood from her split lip。
'I'll tell you what we're going to do；' he said。 'We're going into town and watch the fires。 Then we're ing home。 You're going to tell your dear old daddy that we were out to The Cavalier drinking beers when it happened。 I'm gonna tell my dear ole mummy the same thing。 Dig。'
'Billy； your fingerprints；' she said。 Her voice was muffled； but respectful。
'Their fingerprints；' he said。 'I wore gloves。'
'Would they tell？' she asked。 'If the police took them in and questioned them…'
'Sure；' he said。 'They'd tell。' The loops and swirls were almost right。 They glistened in the light of the dun； flyspecked globe like eddies on deep water。 His face was calm； reposeful。 The b he used was a battered old Ace； clotted with grease。 His father had given it to him on …his eleventh birthday； and not one tooth was broken in it。 Not one。
'Maybe they'll never find the buckets；' he said。 'If they do； maybe the fingerprints will all be burnt of。 I don't know。 But if Doyle takes any of 'em in； I'm heading for California。 You do what you want。'
'Would you take me with you？' she asked。 She looked at him from the floor； her lip puffed to negroid size； her eyes pleading。
He smiled。 'Maybe。' But he wouldn't。 Not any more。 'e on。 We're going to town。'
They went downstairs and through the empty dance hall； where chairs were still pushed back and beers were standing flat on the tables。
As they went out through the fire door Billy said： 'This place sucks。 anyway。'
They got into his car； and he started it up。 When he popped on the headlights； Chris began to scream； hands in fists up to her cheeks。
Billy felt it at the same time： Something in his mind。
（came came came came）
a presence。
Carrie was standing in front of them； perhaps seventy feet away。
The high beams picked her out in ghastly horror…movie blacks and whites； dripping and clotted with blood。 Now much of it was her own。 The hilt of the butcher knife still protruded from her shoulder； and her gown was covered with dirt and grass stain。 She had crawled much of the distance from Carlin Street； half fainting； to destroy this roadhouse … perhaps the very one where the doom of her creation had begun。
She stood swaying； her arms thrown out like the arms of a stage hypnotist； and she began to totter toward them。
It happened in the blink of a second。 Chris had not had time to expend her first scream。 Billy's reflexes were good and his reaction was instantaneous。 He shifted into low； popped the clutch； and floored it。
The Chevrolet's tyres screamed against the asphalt； and the car sprang forward like some old and terrible mancater。 The figure swelled in the windshield and as it did the presence became louder
（CARRIE CARRIE CARRIE）
and louder
（CARRIE CARRIE CARRIE）
like a radio being turned up to full volume。 Time seemed to close around them in a frame and for a moment they were frozen even in motion： Billy
（CARRIE just like the dogs CARRIE jut like the goddam dogs CARRIE brucie i wish i could CARRIE be CARRIE you）
and Chris
（CARRIE Jesus not to kill her CARRIE didn't mean to kill her CARRIE billy i dont CARRIE want to CARRIE see it CA）
and Carrie herself
（see the wheel car wheel gas pedal i see the WHEEL o god my heart my heart my heart）
And Billy suddenly felt his car turn traitor； e alive； slither in his hands； The Chevvy dug around in a smoking half…circle； straight pipes racketing； and suddenly the clapboard side of The Cavalier was swelling； swelling； swelling and
（this is）
they slammed into it at forty； still accelerating； and wood sprayed up in a neon…tinted detonation。 Billy was thrown forward and the steering column speared him。 Chris was thrown into the dashboard。
The gas tank split open； and fuel began to puddle around the rear of the car。 Part of one straight pipe fell into it； and the gas bloomed into flame。
Carrie lay on her side； eyes closed； panting thickly。 Her chest was on fire。
She began to drag herself across the parking lot； going nowhere。
（momma i'm sorry it all went wrong o momma o please o please i hurt so bad momma what do i do）
And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more； nothing would matter if she could turn over； turn over and see the stars； turn over and look once and die。
And that was how Sue found her at two o'clock。
When Sheriff Doyle left her； Sue walked down the Street and sat on the steps of the Chamberlain U…Wash…It。 She stared at the burning sky without swing it。 Tommy was dead。 She knew it was true and accepted it with an case that was dreadful。
And Carrie had done it。
She had no idea how she knew it； but the conviction was as pure and right as arithmetic。
Time passed。 It didn't matter。 Macbeth； hath murdered sleep and Carrie hath murdered time。 Pretty good。 A bon mot Sue smiled dolefully。 Can this be the end of our heroine； Miss Sweet Little Sixteen？ No worries about the country club and Kleen Korners now。 Not ever。 Gone。 Burned out。 Someone ran past； blabbering that Carlin Street was on fire。 Good for Carlin Street。 Tommy was gone。 And Carrie had gone home to murder her mother。
（？？？）
She sat bolt upright； staring into the darkness。
（？？？）
She didn't know how she knew。 It bore no relationship to anything she had ever read about telepathy。 There were no pictures in her head； no great white flashes of revelation； only prosaic knowledge； the way you know summer follows spring； that cancer can kill you； that Carrie's mother was dead already； that