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Carritos the Assassin : A Temporal Story
Carritos the Assassin : A Temporal Story
Carritos the Assassin : A Temporal Story
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Carritos the Assassin : A Temporal Story

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Even with eternity on his side, can he save her in time? 

Jackson's life is about to change. Again. In 1906, the San Francisco earthquake took everything from him. It took, but it also gave. He soon found he had been given the ability to...stop time, to "freeze" the world around him. That's not all. Even after eighty years of roaming the world, he hasn't aged a day. 

He lives the good life among tiny mortals. Stealing, bribing, stumbling his way into making a living. All this can be forgiven, he figures, as long as he keeps two rules. Just two, but they are absolute and non-negotiable: thou shalt not kill and family comes first.

Now Jackson learns he is not the only one with these strange and wonderful powers. Now Jackson must make a choice, a choice that will change everything. The choice is: which rule will he break?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherClay Boutwell
Release dateAug 23, 2017
ISBN9781386934042
Carritos the Assassin : A Temporal Story

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    Carritos the Assassin - Clay Boutwell

    1

    The

    Poor

    Slob

    1985


    Jackson found it hard to believe that human beings could be this weak. He looked down at the man struggling to breathe and resisted a chuckle. The view is indeed breathtaking, he said, careful to maintain a straight face. "I can just make out a few ants down there noticing your antics."

    His victim was kicking his adrenalized legs outside the window of a ten-story building.

    "Get it? Ants—antics?"

    The weak man answered with mindless grunts while keeping his white-knuckled hands death-gripped to Jackson's forearms. The arms were connected to the hands that held the dangling man’s expensive-looking shirt collar. The collar was the only thing that kept the man from falling.

    No? Well, now. I see you are all business, Jackson said, affecting a mock-serious frown. "Do you have the information I

    asked

    for

    ?"

    The man was beside himself, unable to speak. The grunting had become whimpering sobs. But then the shirt gripped by Jackson ripped and that opened a floodgate of screaming and pleas for mercy.

    "Really? Now you decide

    to

    talk

    ?"

    Jackson wouldn’t kill the poor slob, of course; it just wasn’t who he was. Every single one of the thousands of his victims over the better part of a century had been left with their lives—every single one. Perhaps their pocketbook was a touch lighter, but Jackson never took a single life. Never.

    He couldn’t resist. The hand that held the collar jerked slightly causing a second rip which increased the intensity of the screaming.

    Jackson smiled. Seeing terror in his victim’s eyes and then the utter disbelief of his mercy, that pleased him no end. It was almost as if he was his victim’s savior. They usually even thanked him once words returned. Made him feel

    the

    hero

    .

    Time to become the hero. Jackson jerked his hands up, flinging the man roughly, but safely inside. Normally, shock would still be strong enough to keep the man on the ground coughing, throwing up, or screaming like a little sissy; those were the normal types.

    This one—just a touch—abnormal.

    Jackson sighed as he watched the man actually trying to escape. He counted to three, allowing the man to get close to his freedom, close to the door—close, but not quite there.

    Then, Jackson did what he had done a thousand times when stealing, bribing, or just enjoying a good scare. He sucked in as much air as his lungs could hold and caught the moment.

    Freeze!

    And

    everything

    did

    .

    Jackson whistled a shanty while walking to the door, occasionally twirling on his heels as the song dictated. Tiny dust particles floated motionless in the air and sparkled. The equally motionless shafts of light gave the illusion of movement as his perspective changed. The man’s frozen hand reached vainly for the door knob still two

    feet

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