Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

More footsteps. They were coming. And I was done running. I raised my gun, my pulse steady. “Let them try.”

Of all the songs… I take a deep breath and step out of the room. The hallway is a chaotic mess. Three guards are running toward me, guns raised. I don't hesitate. My Glock barks, spitting out lead. One drops instantly, a bullet between his eyes. The other two stumble, surprised by my speed and accuracy. A quick double-tap takes them both down.

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in a

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

Nevertheless, I declined to lose. My eyes went to the timer. There are only 25 minutes left so I picked up my pace, bolting my feet above the grass with sharp sense. However, the battlefield lay quiet. I heard no sounds except my jolting run, my breathings and my heart that's beating inside my chest. The air is soft, damp, yet my fingers around my gun come away dry. I kept on running, passing each giant who's roots hug the earth, where fallen leaves once added its beauty before they went under my feet. Until...

The bullets Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying It'll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying Have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere And things are pretty good from here Remember everything will be alright We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from

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.

My finger grips the bouquet until my knuckles ache. “Relax, my dear, you’re walking into a new beginning, not a trap. My grandson is about to receive the biggest blessing of his life.” Rowan’s grandfather assures me, keeping his eyes on the entrance. “Take a deep breath, my dear, I’ll always be with you.” I smile briefly, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. My heart is pounding so fast. The door opens. And the music starts to play.

he whispered against her lips, forehead pressed to hers, “you run as fast as you can. Don’t look back. I love you more than anything in this world, Rory. You are my everything.” Rory’s striking green eyes burned with defiance as she gripped the gun tightly in her hands. “We fight this together. I’m not leaving you behind. Not now. Not ever.” The gunfight exploded with brutal suddenness. Bullets shattered glass windows and tore through wooden walls, filling the air with deafening noise and the sharp smell of gunpowder. Jax and Reaper returned fire with deadly accuracy, dropping several of Dominic’s men. Rory fired when she had clear shots, her heart hammering but her aim surprisingly steady d

She sped down the streets and just like her hunch She found the girl running in the park "Fiona you won't escape!" Tikka roared bringing out her gun. She aimed Fiona at a distance and began shooting Fiona sensing the upcoming bullets,ran into the merry go round Tikka was determined;She kept shooting at Fiona while advancing towards the merry-go-round "Fiona come out. You ain't surviving this !"Tikka yelled aiming her gun at one of the horse Fiona tried to keep her breaths in check. She brought out her small pen knife and held it tightly