Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

Sidney pressed the play button on the remote and sent Final Destination pouring into the living room. Sidney and Wes sat one cushion apart on the couch, both in identical stances with their laptops balanced across their knees. Sidney shimmied lower into a slouch on the cushion, drawing the computer closer as she placed the remote aside. “What’s our hashtag tonight?” Wes asked as his fingers danced over the keyboard. “Hashtag FDlivetweet, hashtag horrorlivetweet, hashtag finaldestination, hashtag youcantcheatdeath, hashtag finalgirlscreams,” Sidney answered. “Why don’t you copy all that into a chat for me?” he laughed.

I drank. Down below, under light, opened R’s last envelope—red wax, anchor mark. Inside: small memory card and note in his writing: Spot: 25.0761° N, 77.3205° W. Private island, not on maps. Carter hideout. They’ll go there. End it. Burn after. Put card in old tablet from Gaspé shop. One video: “DAMIAN_BACKDOOR.mp4”. Hidden camera in Hamptons bedroom. Damian and Seraphina after sex, sheets messy, fire low. She touched his chest.

A figure steps though the flames, his eyes black and locked on me. I keep chanting as the bed I’m standing on fades away and I’m floating in a ball of fire and flames. “This is a most dazzling trick my love” the man who’s soon to perish says with a slither in his voice. The sky turns dark and the flames die down just enough and I see Carter held by Cornelius by the silver chain around his neck. Carters eyes are duel in contrast to they’re usual vibrant color. “Baby” he whispers. I feel myself lower and the heat from the flames start to cool as I watch Carters eyes close.

“Then we take more.” He didn’t flinch. “How far are you willing to go?” I looked at him, steady. “All the way. If I have to destroy everything to keep the people I love safe, I will.” Alex nodded. “Then we’ll do it together.” ******************************** Somewhere in the dark in an Unknown location Nathan Carter stood in front of a massive touchscreen, watching the feeds like a general reviewing battle damage. The face that once charmed a billion-dollar empire was twisted now—not with rage, but something more dangerous: calculation.

Andrew she's “That’s where Carter comes in, back in two thousand and twelve, Carter got some information information of us being the gangs safe house, he found out by a god tier level of information fishing, an array of things, like my love for you and how I wanted a research center, and he gave your father and I a deal, if not that day when we visited them and you met Roseline– that would’ve been the last day of ours on earth; if we didn’t accept his deal he would’ve killed us”

Kiran nodded, and Lindsay got out of the car. Kiran drove back to the city, Yvonne lying in the back seat, constantly crying out about the cold, as if she might freeze to death at any moment. Kiran's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes burning with rage. His hatred for Macy Wendell grew deeper by the moment. In less than twenty minutes, Kiran arrived back in the city. He drove straight to the Carter residence. Joshua Carter and Sofia Carter were busy with their father's funeral, leaving the house empty.

If Roland and Eva were truly there, this was their best chance, maybe their only chance to end the chase. ***** The motel looked forgotten by time, its neon sign flickering weakly against the dusk sky. Paint peeled off its walls. Broken vending machines cluttered the walkway. The parking lot was half-empty. Dennis raised a hand, signaling silence, and his team fanned out, moving low, sweeping the perimeter. A pair of officers circled to the back while others covered the exits. Dennis approached the door of Room 12. He nodded once. The battering ram struck the door—

I arrived at Ohio at past seven and headed straight to the location Don gave me. I looked at her instructions and all I needed to do was to set the beautiful master piece on fire but I had to get something from an underground room. I parked my car at a safe distance from the mansion. Somewhere dark and unnoticeable precisely. Once I was a hundred percent confident with my choice of stationing I got changed into a pair of leather pants and a black hoodie. I laced up my boots and got down from the car with a gun tucked behind my pockets.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine snapped out of her reverie and suddenly felt a flicker of nervousness. After composing herself, she opened the door again. It was Jack Titterington, my close friend. Jack dropped a heavy box right in front of Justine, then clapped his hands. "These are all things Craig told me to give you. Take a look and see what's inside. "Oh, and he asked me to get a cloth doll from you. Said it was crafted by his father, and he only plans to give it to the one he loves."

The team's hoping you can take care of bringing them home soon. Caden snatched the car keys and bolted out the door. Mom and I were hot on his heels, racing to the rescue team's headquarters. In his rush, Caden slammed into a guy rocking a designer suit right in the rescue team's lobby. I knew the guy. It was Jett. Jett stumbled back a couple of steps. When he caught his balance and saw Caden, his face twisted in surprise. "Hey, if it isn't Mr. Hall. Skipping out on your hospital date with your sweetheart to come here? And in such a mad dash, too."