บททั้งหมดของ An Eye for a Bullet: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Perfect. Now, as I was saying, everybody must turn to face the front of the classroom at all times, and there is to be no talking whatsoever. And please note that if you break any of these rules once, you will have to serve detention. And Mr. Kelson, because you've done so, I expect you to attend detention tomorrow at lunch break. Don't be late!" he says with a wink. I hear a collective gasp from the class. I just sit for a moment thinking about what I should do. Shoot this bastard in the head? I will do it. If he pushes any more, I will. He probably doesn't even have a teaching license. Used his influential capabilities to land his turd-ass in that position. Sicko. Used money to get himself a fake position. It's repulsive, how he thinks he can use his cash to get whatever he wants. Maybe he doesn't know that it just makes him even more fake. An animal without any brains. But I just sit and grip my desk, glaring at his ugly face. He smiles and moves on. The rest of the cla

Thinking of how maybe tomorrow, or the day after that I'll be going on a date has me feeling somewhat bubbly inside. I have this wonderful warmth inside my chest. I've never been in the type of situation where I could even think of dating. Being a cadet meant all forms of fraternization was banned. There were a few kids who did it, and they got booted out.I do think though that I ought to not be carefree about this endeavor I'm embarking on. I've never been in a real love relationship. I've been in fake ones, where I seduced men and made them think I was a plaything they could dine on in bed. But that was all because I knew that I could shoot their brains out. I could do anything and show any part of my body and still be able to go through with being with them.But for Dane, somethings different. It must be the fact that I won't be able to just wipe him away from my past, because he'll be alive and I'll wonder what he thinks of me if we split. And I can't end him and stop him from th

I make my way through the dark museum halls with hanging skeletons and plastic corpses. Only the sound of the wind is noticeable. I walk through the place silently. No sound comes from my feet, and my breath is quieter than the sound of the hands on a watch.The World Artifact exhibit is two halls over and on the other side of where I started. There shouldn't be any form of security that I can't handle.But walking through the museum, there's not a great deal of security. No lasers, or tripwires, or any dogs either. Not even cameras. Which is good, but gets me thinking as I sneak around. There seems to have been an exorbitant amount of money put into building it, but not sustaining it. Evidence of faded power.I quickly get to the hall with where I think the ring is. There's not a lot of security, but I can guess with some certainty that there's going to be some kind of protection here, despite there being none everywhere else. It's a ring. It's valuable. It's protected.Aiming my fla

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit." The speech I received on the first day when I trained to handle a firearm plays around in my head. It sounds like a radio or one of the voices on those black and white shows where the voice's lower pitch is amplified. I slowly drift into my body. It seems to take hours for me to regain any feeling of my hands or my toes. But as if I'm rising out of the water into the air, I slowly surface into my body. Slowly, though. And as I surface my head begi

Waking up in the middle of the night, I turn to the side and see that Rupert is still there. He snores lightly. It's not too loud, but the noise is there. I rub my hand gently on his head so as not to wake him. He huffs in his sleep.Looking to the other side where the nightstand is, I look at the clock. 4:34 A.M. Right around that weird time that you could wake up but you could also just go back to sleep. At least for me.I close my eyes to try and sleep, but it evades me. I lay like that for about twenty minutes. Still, I'm awake.Opening my eyes, I think of what to do. Maybe I'll explore Dane's house and find the kitchen. I could use a drink of water anyway.Scooting to the side, I make space between Rupert and then sit up. He stirs but doesn't exit his dream world. I reach over him and grab the pole the IV hangs from. Maneuvering it over him, I set it down on the other side of the bed.I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for the momentary headache to fade. After it does, I stand