Carl Weezer Novels & Stories

or the best I can. I could press the button and get out of here if I really wanted to, Zane would be down here so fast it would give me whiplash, but I’m not going to give the king of the castle of dark and creepy things the satisfaction of watching me crumble again. I don’t know when I feel asleep but when I wake up its to see Calder leaning against the cell wall, feet crossed at the ankle, muscular arms crossed of his brood chest and his eyes train ed on me.

I narrated everything that happened between Phil and me, right from the time he saved me from the bully, Till this night. "You mean Senior Philip, the final year student of Pharmaceutical Science?", Chris asked, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes. "Yes. Is anything the problem", I asked, taking a spoonful of the jollof rice he bought. "He is a cultist. One of the most dreaded cultists", Chris deadpanned as my spoon fell, my mouth opened. I could feel my head spinning.

Now, who is Carl? Carl is an asshole, alright. I've been able to gather that from shit I've been seeing online about him even though we've never chatted before, but I do see him around. He's an English major. I've been called a player for as long as I can remember, but Carl is the real player. I bet he had lost count of his bodycount at this point. He's such a manwhore, and he had serious issues too. I guess that's what made him popular. It's really none of my business, but I'm just disgusted like that because I can.

We started walking down the deserted main road with out guns still pomted at different directions incase of any attack. Then we came across a very big hospital with GWS written boldly on it. Mark stopped as he signalled to us to stop and we halted immediately. Obviously, Mark stopped because he heard a strange noise right in front of us. He pointed his gun at the direction as the sound was getting louder. It was coming from behind a black car parked feet's away from us. And then suddenly, a man jumped out of the car as he ran toward us with full speed. "Fire!!" Mark said as he shot at the man and we also opened fire at him.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.