21 Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a battle cry urging me to fight back. Kaz, always the fearless, returned fire with calculated precision. His shots rang out like thunder, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. Chuks, with his quick reflexes, dove for cover, his gun blazing in a symphony of chaos. Together, we formed an impenetrable wall, a band of brothers fighting for our survival.

Pack my burner, my badge, my Glock. If this is going to implode, I want to be front row. Because the whole thing’s cracking. And I just set the first match.

I squeezed the trigger. Click. The gun snapped empty. Marco sobbed and the circle of men laughed, jeering. Dino’s hand slid to my waist, hot, firm. His breath hit my ear. “Didn’t think you’d pull it. Thought you’d turn it on me. But you didn’t.” His laugh rumbled deep. “You’re fire, baby girl, remember, I said it. You're fire.” He plucked the gun back from my hand, twirling it once. “But you ain’t ready to cross the bridge yet. You don't want to. Cos’ once you cross—” He aimed the pistol at Marco’s skull. “—there ain’t no comin’ back.”

Pauline is crying too but even she isn’t as big a pussy as Candy. “Shouldn’t pick on women or children, asshole,” I say before lifting the gun and putting a bullet between Candy’s eyes. I didn’t come here to play games. I turn the barrel of the gun to Oho. “My old lady is alive and so is my child. Two of you pussies couldn’t kill her. We’ll never think of you again and neither will a single member of the Crows. I’ll see you in hell one day, though, and you better run and hide.” I pull the trigger.

My line in the sand. The next man appeared at the end of the hall, raising his weapon. And I moved forward, cold and unyielding, no longer the son my father had broken— But the man who would burn his entire empire to the ground for them. The gun in my hand felt heavy, an extension of my will. The man at the end of the hall, a silhouette against the faint light from the window, was just the first. I squeezed the trigger. The shot was deafening in the enclosed space, echoing off the walls. He went down, his weapon clattering to the floor.

Slick with sweat, my fingers turn off the safety first, just as Grumpy demonstrated. My heart hammers against my chest as I mimic Grumpy's movements, my vision blurring at the edges. I hover my finger over the trigger. A shaky breath escapes my lips, my entire being trembling as I line the barrel of the gun with the man's head. It isn't hard because the man is directly behind Grumpy, though Grumpy is taller and more built. So help me god. My eyes squeeze shut as I pull the trigger. A loud sound explodes, making my ears ring with pain. Shit. Why is it so damn loud?

It rhymed with the sound of the explosion. I moved first, there were tons of men running out of the house. They were armed to the teeth. It would give me greater pleasure to kill them and use their weapons to kill their gang later. I smiled and took aim, then I pull the trigger. continuously. Bullets went flying, I could hear them swooshing in the air, they were whistling as they flew past my ear. The boom of the guns were music to my soul, so were the sound of men crying and falling.

“You are fucking sick” “I am a fucking maniac” I said, loading the gun before putting my hand on the trigger “the choice is yours to act upon it or die, here and now. The music is loud enough for those who are downstairs not to hear the gunshot, and considering the silencer, they would not hear a sound at all”

I had already lost. “My son?” the man snorted, “That isn’t my son. That’s some weakling that let his own gang – his family – fall because for some girl” “He made East Angeles number one” I said, “Unlike you” I growled, feeling the sharp hand hitting my face and the ground coming in next. My eyes started to flutter close. 21 Guns – Greenday I didn’t know where the rest were. Running down the corridor, I just threw open random doors trying to locate some form of life. I didn’t care about people seeing me anymore – heck, I just shot.

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.