King Brothers Cemetery...dawn.
For over a hundred years this place had served as a final resting place for so many. Nearly three thousand people were interred here.
Normally a place of silence, where the dearly departed are meant to rest in eternal peace…but there was someone in this place who was not resting…someone who despite the carving on a headstone that stated otherwise, was very much alive.
With a shuddering and coughing gasp, Carrie White burst up through the soil that was once her gravesite as she pulled herself up and out onto the ground next to her headstone. After taking a few moments to regain her senses and get her bearings she rolled over to look at it in disbelief.
"Oh God, am I…dead? Yes, of course I am…that was what I wanted after all." She thought to herself.
The freshly minted headstone had a massive crack running up through the front of it. She realized that she had been the cause. When she had awakened within her casket she had panicked. And despite her weakened condition had summoned enough of her powers to break and push her way up through the lid and the dirt that threatened to suffocate her as it poured in thereafter.
The sudden snap of a twig got her attention as she twisted around where she lie to see a man in a black suit and tie standing about twenty feet from her. Startled by this she awkwardly sprang to her feet with a slight stumble as her head began to spin.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy…easy. There's no need to be alarmed." The man said with outstretched arms in a gesture meant to calm her.
"Wh-who are you?" She choked out with a dry breath still struggling to acclimate the air she was breathing after having been deprived of oxygen for so long.
"My name is Agent Coulson, I'm with a special government organization called S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Wh-what do you want with me?" She asked, her voice starting to return to its proper tempo.
"First let me tell you about what we know rather than what we want. We know that your name is Carrie White daughter of Margret White and that you live at 1232 Everest Lane. Your father's name was James White whom you haven't seen in over ten years and that you go to Ewan high school…and that's not all that we know." He finished as he held up a cell phone that started playing a video of what had transpired at the school prom.
Carrie gasped as she squinted her eyes to look at the images playing on the tiny screen. It was as if she were watching someone else, she did not recognize the garish blood drenched girl in the video doing terrible things to so many people.
Her look of horror then changed to fear. Coulson could see a fight or flight response rising in her facial expressions. In her current mental state it was hard to tell what she might do. She could bring those terrible powers of hers to bear at any moment and the last thing the he wanted was to be on the receiving end of them. It didn't help that she looked like something off the TV series The Walking Dead, covered from head to toe in dirt.
Then…she began to lift her right hand.
"Whatever you're thinking of doing, please…don't do it."
"Why? How do I know this isn't just another trick?" She said as Coulson suddenly began to feel himself lift up off the ground.
Just then a voice came across a hidden ear receiver he was wearing.
"Sir! Do we take the shot?" A S.H.I.E.L.D. operative asked worriedly.
"No, don't, I've got this." He spoke through an ultra sensitive transceiver hidden in his other ear.
"Who are you talking to?" Carrie demanded with both anger and alarm as Coulson continued to hover.
"Just some friends, they're your friends to, if you want them to be?"
"More lies." She grumbled disapprovingly as she twisted her hand slightly causing Coulson's tie to begin tightening around his neck.
"It doesn't have to be this way Carrie, not if you don't want it to be."
"You don't understand, I…I…I killed my momma." She stuttered off at the end as she broke down into tears.
"How could you know that?"
"We know that your autopsy revealed wounds not associated with the injuries you received from the collapse of your home, stab and cut wounds more to the point. We know that your mother was a religious zealot and borderline psychotic based on what we've learned from people In town that we've spoken to. When she saw what you could do, she got scared. Probably thought you were a demon or a witch, tried to kill you. In your mental condition considering what had just happened to you at your prom, what came next was in the opinions of some…justifiable."
"How do you know all of this?" She asked suspiciously.
"It's our job to know." He answered.
"She wasn't the only one I killed."
"We know, but we know other things too." Coulson said as he proceeded to play another video on his phone.
"Plug it up, plug it up, plug it up, plug it up…" The video he had clicked on began to sing ominously. The same video that had been taken by her tormentors and then posted all across the net.
"You never asked for any of this Carrie…you were driven to it. Let us help you."
"Why? Why would you even care?"
"You're not alone Carrie, you've just became part of a much larger world. A world full of superheroes, aliens, super science and people just like you…people with special powers. There's a place for someone like you in it…if you want there to be?"
"Why should I trust you?"
"Do you really have a choice?"
"Is that a threat?"
"Not from me."
"What does that mean?"
"Lets say that we walk away from this, and leave you to your own devices. You'll be hunted. And you'll be forced to use your powers once again to hurt and or kill more people, even if you don't want to. If you are caught, best case scenario is that you end up in a mental institution for the rest of your natural life, tied down and doped up with so much thorazine that you can't even string together a sentence let alone move or think. Or, if the attorneys decide to play hardball you get tried as sane and as an adult and are either sentenced to death for multiple counts of murder or sent to prison…not that we're entirely sure that a normal prison could hold you of course. Or worse yet the truth about you comes out. Meaning you'll probably be packed off to a top secret installation to be studied by countless scientists and dissected like a frog on a plate. Needless to say…none of these scenarios have happy endings."
After considering his words for a few moments, she lowered her arm and Coulson slowly came back down onto the ground.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"Choose door number 4...and come with us."
"We get you the help that you truly need…someone that will listen and help you cope with the turmoils of your life as it has been. And along the way we train you on how to fine tune and use your powers to help people. Think of it as your way of atoning for what you've done."
"Even after everything I did?"
"I'm a believer in second chances. Let me give you yours." Coulson said as he outstretched his right hand to her while taking a couple of cautious steps towards her.
Carrie looked down at his hand and then back up at him as if unsure how she should react.
"There's a better way Carrie…a better place."
"I…I should be dead…I deserve to be dead. I WANTED TO BE DEAD!"
"Maybe…but you're not. You survived. You survived your tormenters, you survived your mother, you even survived the house. You flat lined as soon as you were pulled from the wreckage and you were put in the ground. You SHOULD be dead…but you're not. You're special Carrie."
"I don't know what I am." She said as she began to sob.
"Then let us help you discover just who you really are."
They stared at each other for the longest time, you could cut the tension with a knife, Hell you could swath through it with a chainsaw for that matter.
After a very long silence Coulson spoke again.
"Please." He said with genuine sincerity.
He waited with baited breath for her answer, and unbeknownst to her…so did a dozen hidden S.H.I.E.L.D. agents armed with tranquilizer guns.
Finally…she reached her hand out to his.
As he took it she collapsed into his arms and started crying uncontrollably. Nearby the agents breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's alright Carrie, no one will ever hurt you again…you have my word." Coulson told her as they huddled down on the ground together.
Just then a different voice came through on the earpiece that Coulson was wearing.
"Agent Coulson, what is your status?" Nick Fury asked as Phil got back up and walked along with an arm draped over Carrie's shoulder.
"Everything is fine sir…we have her. Situation is under control…we're coming home."