21 Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

he sent a bullet into the first security man’s chest before he could cock his gun , the second soldier tried to shoot him but he slide through his leg and shot him in the leg, he screamed in pain, nathan tried to kick yoo sung but he twisted his leg and gave him an upper cut, the music were filled in the air, no one could hear the voice the third security man tried to shoot yoo sung but he ran over a high table as the table came crashing down with a bullet , he shot the security guard immediately as he groaned in pain cassie was already on the floor sweating, it's time for you to die ", yoo sung said but the door was opened as George came inside and pushed the gun off his hand

He removed the safety from the gun, which was on the side closest to the handle, loaded it and chambered a bullet, ready to fire, and after debating for a few seconds, he made the decision. He brought the gun to his temple, put his hand to the trigger, and a few seconds later a shot rang out, echoing through the silent house, which again fell into complete silence. Birds that had been pecking at the branches of a tree near the office window took flight in the bleeding light of twilight. The sunset of a great hope is like the sunset of the sun: with it the splendor of our lives is extinguished. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. An End for Now

The four of you are going to put your guns down and we might let you live. Anthony’s Cousin One ~”Not only are you mute but you are dumb too.” Gunner ~”You are or should I say the four of you are the only dumb asses in here.” Anthony’s Uncle Two ~”This is just going round in circles. Can you put your guns down so can fucking shoot you already. I have better places to be than in this dark damn warehouse.” I watch as terror creeps onto the face of the two cousins. It is like they have seen a ghost. They must have realized this is the moment their sorry asses is coming to an end. The one seem to want to talk but no words are coming from his lips.

The three of us stayed together: me in the lead, Ibagon in the middle, and Ludwig watching our backs. —Three, two, one. Let the show begin —she whispered just as music started playing in the background— Love is God for the freaks We're a mess but we're sweet Holy hell, crooks and thieves We don't pray on our knees It ended. Two men appeared right after. I didn't hesitate—I pulled the trigger and nailed both in the head. Their bodies dropped like dead weight, and the hallway echoed briefly with the shots before being replaced by gunfire from other directions.

“Shoot her.” “No! Please!” I cried, raising my trembling hands as if they could stop the bullets. The guard chuckled, slowly raising his gun and putting his finger on the trigger. “It'll be quick,” he said. “Nearly painless.” I closed my eyes. The gun fired.

she whispered. Amy froze. Ellie’s hand slid into Amy’s coat, found the gun at her waist, cocked it with trained precision and raised it. One shot, the crack of it shattered through the club like thunder. The man behind Amy screamed, blood exploded from his shoulder and he dropped the weapon. Amy spun around, eyes wide the man was on the ground, writhing, screaming, arm mangled. Amy didn’t hesitate, she stepped forward, fired one clean shot into his hand—shattering bone, the gun went flying. Silence in the club, absolute silence.

one of my men, Jordan, muttered, looking around. I looked toward the source of the sound, confused. The nursery rhyme seemed out of place, but there was something about it that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Focus,” I snapped. “Keep moving. Stay sharp.” But even as I said it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The song grew louder. Almost... taunting. It was coming from somewhere inside the building. As I advanced, the sound continued, louder now, vibrating in the walls and the ground. Then, without warning, the sound was drowned out by the sharp crack of gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, hitting two of my men, sending them to the groun

But victory costs a breath And the gun fires at point blank range. As the shot echoes through the desert Only one truth remains Someone is not walking away.

"The sound of violence is music to my ears. It's the symphony of chaos," the corners of my lips turned up into a wide smile, revealing the fangs in my mouth, "now sing for me." The first gun went off. And following it was a blur of bullets that whizzed through the air. My body moved on instinct, weaving and dodging every shot as I propelled my body forward.