Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

The segment shifted. "We now disclose the defendant, Quin Olson's final memory segment." In the bedroom. I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp. Joseph hugged me from behind, whispering in my ear. "Honey, please, I'm begging you. Helly really needs this kidney. I've gone everywhere with her looking for a match these past few days, but we couldn't find any. Her kidney failure has reached the final stage. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die."

After leaving Hudson Corporation, I sat by the roadside, holding Mom's urn. In her suicide note, she instructed me to place her ashes in any simple jar, saving the cost of an urn to help Gregory Hudson pay off his debts. On the big screen in the square, Gregory appeared. The news anchor reported, "After three years out of the public eye, Gregory Hudson, CEO of Hudson Corporation, has appeared at the ceremony with his fiancee, Sophia Wagner." I stared at the screen. Gregory was brimming with pride and confidence.

Saint gave Callum a side hug. "It’s okay baby". Stephen held his hand wiping the sweat. Callum smiled a bit and his smile vanished again when he felt the car stop to halt. "We are here". The driver announced and they all nodded. Stepping out Callum felt the same chill passing through him like last time. Stephen held his hand to support him passing through the chilly stinky corridors they reached in the central hall and in a blink of an eye Callum was held tight by Zol. His hands both pinned at his back.

I move so fast to reach the endless darkhole. It was endless due to no one have ever discover there's really the end of it, but I'm sure there's a bottom. How can there's not when I located the location of the awakening? “I might be the first one to realize the height of this darkhole!” Just as I finish it, my expression change suddenly into one of a dread.

Victor continued. “Three approaches to power.” I stared. “And the winner?” The screen went black. Then one final sentence appeared. THE FINAL SUBJECT WILL DECIDE. Dylan looked confused. “Final subject?” Nathan’s face changed. “Oh no.” Everyone turned. “What?” He looked at the screen. “The project wasn’t finished.” A file opened. A fourth name appeared. Nobody spoke. Because the name was impossible. SUBJECT FOUR: DYLAN CARTER My blood ran cold. Victor’s voice whispered: “Welcome to the final stage.”

His steps are slow, methodical, unhurried. Carter reaches the parking lot, dragging himself forward, but there's nowhere left to go. Raymond raises his gun. Carter turns, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking as he tries to lift his own weapon. But he's too weak, too broken, too outmatched. Raymond doesn't hesitate. The gunshot echoes through the empty lot. Carter collapses, his body hitting the pavement hard. Blood pools around him, dark and final. His lips part, but no words come. His eyes stare up at the sky, empty.

"I—I fear... my time has run out... That matter of the neural-link... I’m passing the torch to another... a student... H-Her name is..." Then, the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor. Ethan leaped from the bed, his heart sinking into a frozen abyss. No matter how many times he called out, there was only silence. An hour later, the professor’s assistant, Wesley Brook, called back. "Mr. Carter, I regret to report that Professor Hough has passed from his chronic condition. You were his final call, so I thought you should be informed." A week later, I was back in Valeria, carefully inspecting the scale models at the Starry River Villas. The salesperson saw my youthful face and asked, "What ti

That got a few grim smiles while Reynolds walked the two steps to the trailer door, opened it, and called out, “Carter!” A young beta woman with coal dust in her blond hair came to the door. “Yeah, Foreman?” “Take Astor and her Four Horsemen to the clinic.” Carter nodded and made eye contact with me before turning around. I hurried after her with the guards at my back. I was grateful for Zane’s warning, and even more grateful to Travis, as we passed by crowds of hostile-looking humans standing outside more old trailers.

"I saw that name. In the east wing files. There was a photograph with a note: 'Carter knows everything about the Harrington family.' I didn't think anything of it at the time." "Then we find him before Victor does." Damien helped her to her feet. "Vasquez has a lead. A location. An old cabin north of the city." Aria climbed into the passenger seat. "Then let's go. We're not letting Victor get to him first." Damien started the engine. The car hummed to life. His phone buzzed again. A text message. He read it aloud. "You're looking in the wrong place. Carter is already gone. The cabin is empty."

Then I found the final piece. A small USB drive taped to the inside wall of the safe. Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me that’s a confession video.” I inserted the drive into the old computer sitting in the archive. The screen flickered to life. A video file appeared. FILE NAME: RICHARD_CARTER_1989 I clicked play. The screen was filled with static. Then the image cleared. Richard Carter appeared on camera. Younger. Nervous. Marcus whispered, “No way ”