Novel & Cerita Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song

His demeanor exuded an unmistakable sense of delight, so radiant that it seemed to encase him in a cocoon of bliss, creating an emotional barrier between us. 'Run, run, run until your feet bleed.' I heard him chant, and I obeyed his command. I accelerated short of reaching the breakneck speed Gunnar had once achieved while running with Andrew. I heard footsteps behind me, yelling, calls of my name, and gunshots, which stimulated my heart and restored its natural rapid beating. My eyesight began to play tricks on me, and the images in front of me began to blur together as if I were looking at a freshly painted painting doused with water, merging all the colors into one big, disgusting blur.

is that how we are going to survive the wrath of these wicked-looking men running after us oh God we are both going to get killed. My legs were pounding heavily on the floor causing mud to splash on me but I didn't give a f*ck about that right now I need to run for survival this is like a race for the fastest. I heard a loud gunshot behind me making the Adrenaline in my body warm together with my blood giving me the strength to run even faster I could feel a thin layer of sweat covering the nap of my neck.

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

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

The headmaster stood off to one side, his jaws hanging on the floor. “Close your mouth headmaster.” I grinned and continued singing. We chose random rock songs and some fast paced country songs. When the last bars of the music faded I stepped up to the plate and said “Just a song to make you think over the holiday.” I grinned at the band then we started playing “They gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you, because the sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all the things you do.”

Tamia Larson Before University I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation You're living in the past, it's a new generation A girl can do what she wants to do And that's what I'm gonna do The song by Joan Jett was loud in my ears as I hopped around a few times. I didn't care that the music was loud, I would worry about being hard of hearing in the future. I punched the big brown colour bag a few times. This is what I do to relax and blow off steam. Gunner and I used to practice together, but he left a month ago to serve his country.

"Raven, just run while you still have time. Some things aren't better to fight for, sometimes we also have to run...or kill. On my count, 1..." "Dirty," I said. I walked backwards, away from from. I need to run! "2...3...4..." I turned my back to thin and run as fast as I can. "5! 6!" Shit! "7! 8! 9!" I almost tripped that made me slow a bit. "10!" "ARGH!" They rained their guns at me, but exactly I jumped to hide on the wall; however, two bullets got on my upper shoulder and the other one scrape my left leg.