Faith was a peculiar thing to Applejack. Oh, she understood it in theory. The whole unwavering, undying, belief thing? Sure. The sun will rise, apples ripen, Big Mac being monosyllabic. Nice, reliable constants in this topsy turvy world of theirs.

God though? That was a mite trickier.

The existence of Equestria and its requisite accessories (magic, monsters and spontaneous musical numbers) raised questions, sure. After all, if man was made in his own image then who made Equestria? Certainly not the big man, not unless he had a few things he really needed to get off his chest. Then there were her parents. That preacher had said it was 'all part of gods plan', but to eight-year-old Applejack, that just sounded like a poor excuse. Either God was a bastard or his plans desperately needed some revision. Period.

Her newest evidence tipped the balance more toward 'bastard'.

She'd never really gotten to know her cousin. Well, a distant cousin. Some kind of cockamamie 'triple removed on your mothers' side' bull hockey. Blood was blood though. Vague memories of an early Apple family reunion revealed a quiet, introverted girl, fearful of even a leaf's fall. Kinda reminded her of Twilight in a way. If only she'd known then...

“C-cousin Applejack?” the voice was weak, exhausted. Watery eyes flutter open briefly, dark hair framing the pale face.

Surfacing from her memory deep dive she reached a calloused hand out, gently squeezing the smaller girl's shoulder. A brief spike of panic reared as the hospital gown rubbed against unseen bandages, yet the girl's silence (and lack of a spreading crimson stain) was all the affirmation she needed. Damn super strength was making her paranoid.

“S'all right sugarcube, just rest. You've had a real rough couple of days.”

The smaller girl nods, sliding back into unconsciousness with medicated ease. It was astounding that she'd made it to the acres honestly. A week of non-stop trekking coupled with her injuries...well it'd have killed anyone else, and what injuries they were! The stab wound on her shoulder had barely missed an artery, was badly infected, and would probably impede 'future motor control' if the fancy doctors looking her over were right. Then came the bruising. Half healed on her arrival, it didn't take Granny Smith long to notice a pattern. Great-great grandpa Crab Apple had been a master when it came to 'correcting' wayward kids, or so she said.

Fists that could shatter steel tighten. It'd be oh so easy to wring that woman's neck. Toss her around like a rag doll. Break her. That wasn't right though, wasn't why she'd got these powers. Wouldn't help her cousin none either. She didn't know if it was the same for the rest of the girls, but being tied to the element of honesty gave her a certain perspective, vengeance was hollow.

No, Margaret White's fate wasn't in Applejack's hands. Carrie White though? She'd damn well do everything in her power to keep this wayward Apple safe from the monster pretending to be a mother.

Now that? That she had faith in.

A crossover with Stephen Kings Carrie seems a bit odd, but at its core it's a tale about a teenage girl struggling with growing up (just a more twisted and tragic coming-of-age story) which kind of fits the EQG Narrative imo. Especially taking into account Carrie White being a friendless loner.

Carrie here is a kind of AU fusion of various elements, both from the book and various forms of media. Though appearance wise she leans more towards the 2002 TV movie's gaunt, brunette.