Charlie's Inferno Meaning Novels & Stories

"Charlie, your legs are not…" "You don't have to lie to me! I heard it! I heard it all!" Charlie pushed her away with all his might. He said angrily, "All of you are lying to me, right? You just want me to be the butt of the joke!" "No. Charlie, can you calm down first?" "My legs are crippled. How could I calm down? How could I!?"

A few days later. “Damn it... my money... they’re all out to screw me.” Charlie slumped against the alley wall, chugging cheap beer straight from the bottle. He pointed to the sky, his voice hoarse and full of rage. “One day, I’m gonna rise again—and when I do, you’ll all be on your knees, begging to lick my boots.” He broke into a sloppy laugh, spit flying, drool sliding down his chin. He looked more like a man lost in a fever dream than someone plotting a comeback.

Standing in the center of The Big Eight, Charlie raised his arms and shouted, “Mount Golmin is a sacred and holy mountain. It snows all year round and it’s pure and flawless. It’s your transcendent blessing to be able to die in this divine place, you filthy bugs!” Charlie then continued, “And I, I’m going to present you a holy funeral today! I’ll let your dirty corpses sleep in the white snow!” The Big Eight trembled with fright. They still had no idea or even the slightest clue as to how Charlie would kill them. At this moment, Charlie looked at each of them with a pitiful gaze and then replaced it with a smile. “You guys are brothers, after all. You do evil and bad things together, and now

“And I didn’t get caught. I let myself get caught.” “Sure you did,” Charlie said, his smirk widening. “Just like you let yourself get into whatever mess this is.” He stood, stretching his arms above his head with a dramatic yawn. “You’re doomed, you know that, right?” I flipped him off, but there was no real heat in it. “I’m doomed every other week, according to you,” I shot back, grabbing my boots and shoving my feet into them. “Yet here I still am, thriving.”

"Where did that get me to Charlie? I lost Hearth, I became a different person, why would I want you to go down that same road, and not with anyone else but Mason! Mason Grey, it was like me but in a different font, honestly I'm not exaggerating, after you came out to me that day, if it was another person, I would pretend not to be okay with it, but I would just let you be, but I couldn't, I didn't want you doing that to yourself, I was so scared Charlie, I still am now. I'm going to hell Charlie, there's no way in the world I will escape this, I'm going to hell, I've done too many terrible things, my wife hates me, my son hates me, I'm a hypocrite, in my death bed I'm thinking of everything

he knew maestro all too well to know he was going to die anyways. “ whats the point maestro” Charlie began “ If I tell you or not, I’ll still be dead anyways” “that’s true my friend . but how about this; if you tell me what I need to know, I promise to give you a quick death.” Maetro took a glance at his watch , in attempt to insinuate that he had no more time to tolerate charlie’s lack of co-operation. “ you have till the count of ten before It comes raining more fire on your skin Charlie. Here we go one , two , three , eight nine ten.” Just before he ended the illogical countdown, maestro spilled a little more fuel from the gasoline gallon unto Charlie's legs, just around the region of his

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

“So there’s no way out of this.” “You spoke of a permanent fusion. What does that mean?” Miles demanded. I sat up. “Yeah.” Charlie took a deep breath. “Every curse has a time limit. I don’t know what’s the duration of your situation and I can’t tell but trust me, it’s shorter than you both can imagine so if I were in any of your shoes, I’d come to terms with reality, accept my fate and wait for the switch else.., “Else what?” “Else you two will be trapped for life.” Charlie supplied.

he smiles wickedly and raises his eyebrows. "Alright. Seriously, you're scaring me Nate..." I trail off. Studying my brother's wild smile. Then it hits me. Hits me hard right in the stomach. I lurch out of my seat so fast, my chair gets knocked to the ground with a loud clash. "NO NATE! No. I refuse! No, no, no, no, no!" I yell. He laughs and leans back into his chair crossing his arms behind his head. "Why the hell not Charlie? He's rich! Filthy rich!" he cackles.