Carrie Chapter Nineteen

He smiled. Maybe. plainly he wouldnt. no any(prenominal) to a greater extent. Come on. Were outlet to town.They went downstairs and by dint of the empty dance hall, where chairs were stillness pushed book binding and beers were standing flat on the tables.As they went out d bingle with(predicate) the fire door billystick 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 search up of them, perhaps s notwithstandingty feet away.The high beams picked her out in ghastly horror-movie blacks and whites, drippage and clotted with blood. directly much of it was her own. The hilt of the butcher knife still protruded from her shoulder, and her garment was c everywhereed with dirt and grass stain. She had crawled much of the distance from Carlin Street, half fain ting, to crush this roadhouse perhaps the very one where the doom of her creation had begun.She stood swaying, her arms thrown and twisted out standardized 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 commencement ceremony scream. Billys reflexes were up sort out and his reaction was instantaneous. He shifted into low, popped the clutch, and floored it.The Chevrolets tyres screamed against the asphalt, and the car sprang forward like well-nigh 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 childs played up to full volume. Time seemed to close around them in a vagabond and for a moment they were frozen even in motion Billy(CARRIE just like the dogs CARRIE jut like the matinee idoldam dogs CARRIE brucie i worry i could CARRIE be CARRIE you)and Chris(C ARRIE Jesus not to kill her CARRIE didnt mean to kill her CARRIE billy i dont CARRIE want to CARRIE see it CA)and Carrie herself(see the wave car wheel catalyst pedal i see the WHEEL o god my heart my heart my heart)And Billy suddenly felt his car raise traitor, come alive, slither in his hands, The Chevvy dug around in a smoking half-circle, straight pipes racketing, and suddenly the clapboard side of The domineering 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. vox of one straight pipe dismiss 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 lay lot, going nowhere.(momma im sorry it all went wrong o m omma o please o please i hurt so gravely momma what do i do)And suddenly it didnt seem to matter any more than, 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 deuce oclock.When Sheriff Doyle left her, Sue walked down the Street and sat on the locomote 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 parapraxis that was dreadful.And Carrie had done it.She had no idea how she knew it, but the conviction was as splendid and right as arithmetic.Time passed. It didnt matter. Macbeth, hath murdered sleep and Carrie hath murdered time. delightful good. A bon mot Sue smiled dolefully. Can this be the end of our heroine, break loose Sweet Little Sixteen? No worries about the country order and Kleen Korners now. Not ever. Gone. Burned out. Someone ran last(prenominal), blabbering that Carlin Street was o n fire. Good for Carlin Street. Tommy was ka vomit up(p). And Carrie had gone home to murder her sire.()She sat bolt upright, staring into the darkness.()She didnt know how she knew. It tire out 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 cognition the way you know summer follows spring, that cancer can kill you, that Carries mother was dead already, that()Her heart row thickly in her chest. Dead? She examined in her intimacy of the incident, trying to disregard the insistent weirdness of knowing from nothing.Yes, Margaret uninfected was dead, something to do with her heart. But she had stabbed Carrie. Carrie was badly hurt. She wasThere was nothing more.She got up and ran back to her mothers car. Ten minutes later she parked on the corner of section and Carlin Street, which was on fire. No trucks were available to fight the blaze yet, but saw-horses had been put across bo th ends of the street, and greasily smoking roads pots lit a sign which saidDANGER LIVE WIRESSue cut through two back chiliads and forced her way through a bud hedge that scraped at her, white short, stiff bristles. She came out one yard from the Whites house and crossed over.The house was in flames, the roof blazing. It was impossible to even think about getting close enough to look in. But in the strong firelight she saw something better. the splashed trail of Carries blood. She followed it with her head down, past the larger spots where Carrie had rested, through another hedge, across a leave behindow tree Street back yard, and then through an undeveloped tangle of chafe pine and oak. Beyond that, a short, unpaved spur little more than a footpath wound up the rise of land to the right, go away from Route 6.She s purloinped suddenly as doubt struck her with vicious and corrosive force. Suppose she could find her? What then? Heart tribulation? Set on fire? Controlled and forced to walk in bet of an oncoming car or fire engine? Her peculiar knowledge told her Carrie would be capable of all things.(find a policeman)She giggled a little at that one and sat down in the grass, which was silked with dew. She had already found a policeman. And even supposing Otis Doyle had believed her, what then? A mental picture came to her of a hundred desperate manhunters surrounding Came, demanding her to hand over her weapons and give up. Carrie yieldingly raises her hands and plucks her head from her shoulders. Hands it to Sheriff Doyle, who solemnly puts it in a wicker basket marked Peoples Exhibit A.(and tommys dead)Well, well. She began to cry. She put her hands over her face and sobbed into them. A soft breeze snuffled through the juniper bushes on top of the hill. More fire engines screamed by on Route 6 like huge red hounds in the night. (the towns burning down o well)She had no idea how long she sat there, crying in a mettlesome half-doze. She was not even aware that she was following Carries progress toward The Cavalier, no more than she was aware of the process of respiration unless she thought about it. Carrie was hurt very badly, was going on brute determination alone at this point. It was ternion miles out to The Cavalier, even across-country, as Carrie was going. Sue(watched? thought? doesnt matter)as Carrie fell in a brook and dragged herself out, icy and shivering. It was real amazing that she kept going. But of course it was for Momma. Momma wanted her to be the Angels Fiery Sword, to destroy-(shes going to destroy that too)She got up and began to run clumsily, not bothering to follow the trail of blood. She didnt take to follow it any more.From The Shadow Exploded (pp. 164-165)Whatever any of us may think of the Carrie White affair, it is over. Its time to turn to the future. As doyen McGuffin points out, in his excellent Science Yearbook article, if we refuse to do this, we will almost certainly make up to pay the pip er and the price is quick-witted to be a high one.A thorny moral oral sex is raised here. Progress is already being made toward complete isolation of the TK gene. It is more or less assumed in the scientific conjunction (see, for instance, Bourke and Hannegans A View Toward Isolation of the TK Gene with Specific Recommendations for Control Parameters in Mocrobiology Annual, Berkeley 1982) that when a political campaigning procedure is established, all school-age children will undergo the tally as routinely as they now undergo the TB skin-patch. until now TK is not a germ it is as much a bulge out of the afflicted person as the colour of his eyes.If overt TK ability occurs as a part of puberty, and if this hypothetical TK test is performed on children entering the first grade, we shall certainly be forewarned. But in this case, is forewarned forearmed? If the TB test shows confident(p) a child can be treated or isolated. If the TK test shows positive, we have no treatment e xcept a bullet in the head. And how is it possible to isolate a person who will eventually have the power to knock down all walls?And even if isolation could be made successful, would the American people allow a small, pretty girl-child to be ripped away from her parents at the first sign of puberty to be locked in a bank vault for the rest of her life? I doubt it. Especially when The White Commission has worked so hard to convince the universe that the nightmare in Chamberlain was a complete fluke.Indeed, we seem to have returned to neat One.From the sworn affirmation of Susan Snell, taken before The State Investigatory batting order of Maine (from The White Commission Report), pp. 306-472Q. Now, set down Snell, the Board would like to go through your testimony concerning your alleged meeting with Carrie White in The Cavalier place lotA. Why do you keep asking the same questions over and over? Ive told you twice already.Q. We want to make sure the record is put in everyA. Yo u want to catch me in a lie, isnt that what you really mean? You dont think Im telling the truth, do YOU?Q. You say you came upon Carrie atA. willing you answer me?Q. -at 200 on the morning of May 28th. Is that correct?A Im not going to answer any more questions until you answer the one I just asked.Q. Miss Snell, this body is empowered to cite you for contempt if you refuse to answer on any other grounds than inherent ones.A. I dont care what youre empowered to do. Ive lost someone I love. Go and throw me in jail. I dont care. I go to hell. All of you, go to hell. Youre trying to to I dont know, crucify me or something. Just lay sour me(A short recess)Q. Miss Snell, are you willing to continue your testimony at this time?A. Yes. But I wont be badgered. Mr Chairman.Q. Of course not, young lady. No one wants to badger you. Now you claim to have come upon Carrie in the parking lot of this tavern at 200. Is that correct?A. Yes.Q. You knew it was 200?A. I was wearing the watch yo u see on my wrist right now.Q. To be sure. Isnt The Cavalier better than six miles from where you left your mothers car?A. It is by the road. Its close to three as the crow flies.Q. You walked this distance?X Yes.Q. Now you testified earlier that you knew you were getting close to Carrie. Can you explain this?A. No.Q. Could you perceive her?A. What?Q. Did you follow your nose?(Laughter in the galleries)A. Are you playing games with me?Q. Answer the question, please.A. No. I didnt follow my nose.Q. Could you see her?A. No.Q. Hear her?A. No.Q. accordingly how could you possibly know she was there? A. How did Tom Quillan know? Or Cora Simard? Or poor Vic Mooney? How did any of them know?Q. Answer the question, miss. This is hardly the place or the time for impertinence.A. But they did say they just knew, didnt they? I read Mrs Simards testimony in the paper And what about the fire hydrants that opened themselves? And the gas pumps that stone-broke their own locks and turned themselv es on? The power lines that climbed down off their poles AndQ. Miss Snell, pleaseA. Those things are in the record of this Commissions proceedingsQ. This is not an produce here.A. Then what is? Are you looking for the truth or just a scapegoat?