Carl The Jumper の小説・ストーリー

Carl only spared a glance at him, before inserting his hands into his hoodie's pocket and staring at the elevator's button, as each one began to glow one by one, in ascending order. “My name is Jeffery and I work here and you?” the man asked as he stared at Carl suspiciously. “Carl,” Carl replied while still staring at the button. “I’m sorry but I don’t converse with strangers.” He said and glanced at Jeffery. “I totally understand,” Jeffery said and gave off a smile. “Piece of shit!” he thought to himself as he kept staring at Carl. There was total silence between the two men, as one kept staring suspiciously at the other and the other kept staring at the buttons.

He walked into the room, and sat on an empty chair, with his assistant, who seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture, standing behind him. Ever since he entered the room, he had been shocked to kingdom come and he was only following his boss like a robot. Daniel eyed Carl, then the rest of the kids before he asked. “And who are you?” “I am Carl, and these are my siblings. We were born on the same day.” “Hmm.” “We called you here because you made our Mommy sad yesterday and you have to apologize.” Carl continued. “Are you the one who found someone to hack my company?”

Whatever I needed. He's going to hate me more than he already did. He thought I couldn’t be like Fae. Even just remotely like her because Fae never had to sell herself for food or a place to sleep after nights of sneaking inside churches before the priest could lock the doors. You will see, Carl. One day, you’ll respect me. I wasn’t going to call Tom again. I had no intention of contacting anyone. But that evening, he came to the unit, telling me Carl was at Jigo’s island now. He’s been hiding there before people found out his marriage was done.

A figure crashed through the glass, a blur of motion, of fury, of impossible timing. Carl landed on the floor in a roll, coming up with a weapon that had materialized from nowhere. The men froze. "DROP HIM," Carl roared. They didn't. The first man lunged at Carl, swinging a knife. Carl sidestepped, caught his arm, and twisted it behind his back with a sickening crack. The knife clattered to the floor. The man screamed.

It was at that moment that I suddenly understood that the many times I'd compromised my life over and over again had already completely ruined me. "What… What did you just say?" Her voice trembled with rage. I simply turned and walked toward the stairwell. "I said, go ahead and jump if you want to. I'm in a hurry. College applications are already open, and I need to go back and finish mine." "Suzanne Gibson!" Mom shrieked. "Stop right there! You ungrateful brat! Are you really trying to kill me?" I stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Mom, you're the one who climbed up here yourself to jump. What's that got to do with me?"

But five years later, I took Carl and left him. Jeremy stared at the ceiling, memories flashing before his eyes. The moment he walked away with Carl in his arms, my face was ghostly pale as I crumpled on the floor, blood slowly pooling beneath my head. Suddenly, his eyelid twitched as the sharp ring of his phone jolted him back to reality. "Mr. Sterling, check the link I just sent you. An international dance company posted a silhouette of their new instructor. I don't know why, but it looks so much like—"

“I just moved into your house and this is how you welcome me? Terrible hospitality.” For the first time since I entered the room, something changed in his expression. It happened quickly. Just the smallest twitch near his lips. Like he almost smiled. “What's your name?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously. “I'm Carl. My family owns several cotton companies. I am rich. If one day you need my help. I will do everything in my power to save you. We weird kids ought to stick together,” I replied, and stretched out my hands to shake him.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

As if reading her mind, Elliott said, “Be careful, Lil Jo. I don’t wanna end up like Cut-Up Carl.” “Who the hell is Cut-Up Carl?” Jo asked as she pulled herself to her feet, being careful not to fall over from the swaying of the plane. The moment the question had left her lips, she regretted having asked it. “He’s a Guardian who found himself in a particularly bad situation once,” Elliott said, the look on his face telling Jo and everyone else he was making this up as he went along. “Poor bastard got himself caught in the blades of one of them industrial sized fans they use in factories.” Elliott shook his head, a solemn expression taking over. “He was chopped into pieces so small, the cube

Andy asked “ arhmm, sure sir “ Carl responded as he mentioned his number to Andy . “ I really gotta go eight now , my mom’s probably waiting “ Carl said as he walked hastily away . Carl went to meet his mom , and Mayla asked him why he had taken so long . Carl said nothing and just told his mom , he was checking some new snacks out . Although it didn’t make sense to Mayla . She said nothing about it and went on to wait for her turn to pay for her groceries. The line was lengthy when Andy got there , he couldn’t help but see Carl standing over at the front , Carl’s height was impossible to not notice at all. Andy looked at him critically and admitted that Carl looked somehow exactly like him