Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

The Carter family was my biggest problem. I watched Carter’s wolf pause as he stood before the large red dirt clearing, leading to the warehouse. This was the moment of truth. Her body would either be decomposed and discarded in there, which would explain the smell and dark aura of death, or she would not be there at all, and he was wrong. We both knew she was there. Carter’s hesitation was only delaying the inevitable with the impossible. I watched from a safe distance as Carter’s foot stepped into the doorway, and the pack alert sounded. There was another rogue attack.

Victoria Courtney had flown all the way from the Pentagon, following a certain procedure that required her to assess the aftermath of the battle in Atlanta before she could confirm to the world that they indeed were safe from anymore extraterrestrial threats. Rachel hugged Damon Drake, having known that he was the last person to have seen Carol alive when she had come to ask for his help and Damon had suited up as Spartan. Damon had cast what was left of Carol inside her coffin—a pink charred piece of fabric with the Pink Projectile's lightning bolt emblem. His heart felt as heavy as Natasha's. At the end of the procession, the cemetery was nearly deserted, save for a few people like Nick. H

They were out of time. And Dean Carter’s final trap had only just begun.

He looked at me. And something in his expression— Aligned completely. “…We end him.” Final State No more uncertainty. No more hesitation. Carter watched us. Carefully. Because now— He saw it too. We weren’t reacting anymore. We were coming for him. End Note Bryan exhaled slowly. “…There’s no going back from this.” Dominic didn’t look away. Not from Carter. Not from the war. “…I already left that behind.” And just like that—

“Caitlin, could it be like last time, when they just slammed the door in your face?” “Impossible.” The curse Caitlin had cast could only be undone by her. Unless Hector wanted to die, he had no choice. Just as they were speculating, the Jonathan family gates slowly swung open. “Madam, the gates are opening!” Tyler reminded her. Caitlin and Zinnia both looked up. Two golf carts rolled to the front. In the first sat the old man Hector, with two familiar figures behind him, Fletcher and Carson. “He’s here. Perfect. Let’s get out.”

Carter checked the corners and the hallway then he climbed halfway over the desk so he could look over it clearly. A chubby young girl who looked about nineteen was flat on her back with blood all over her white blouse. Her brown eyes were open and she was still. It appeared she took two rounds in the chest. Jesus! Carter tried the doors that were next to the front desk. They were all locked. Then he carefully tried the doors to the bar. They were locked, too. He quickly yet quietly made his way back outside. Once he knew he was clear of being discovered, he hauled ass back to his cruiser. Carter popped the trunk as he reached for his shoulder radio.

Michael didn’t hesitate. One shot. Straight to the heart. Damien staggered. Fell. And didn’t get up. --- The police stormed in minutes later. They found the bodies. Found the footage. Found Damien—bleeding out on the floor. I clutched my wound, breathing heavily. It was done. Finally, truly, *done.* Carter sank to the ground, exhausted. “We won.” Michael holstered his gun. “Yeah. We did.” I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of years lift from my shoulders.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

'It's far too tiring. 'I'll let you go, and we'll never meet again.' After what seemed like an eternity, the alarm from his life monitor went off. A gentle breeze blew past the hospital room, and a faint, pale figure drifted by a pear blossom tree outside, growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared entirely. Chris passed away the year I left, leaving one final message. "She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…"

Charlotte replied after heaving a sigh. “Oh,” he exclaimed in surprise. “So baby, please don’t ask me questions. Mommy needs to concentrate on the road,” Charlotte said before he could another question. “Okay,” he agreed and turned to the side of the window. Charlotte drove the car to the stadium where the match is going to be held. She’s too happy to see Jaxson’s fight after a long time and it’s the finale of the tournament. Jaxson wanted her to stay at home because he thought it’s not good to see him knocking down the players when she’s pregnant since the doctor told her to be safe for the first four-month. But Charlotte couldn’t resist her urge so she begged Jaxson that she wants to come