Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song Novels & Stories

Seven explained as he slowly backs away. "Sure you are. Get em' boys." The guy commands and they all follow his command like loyal dogs. They obviously did not care if he had a gun or not. Seven put his gun back in his holder while turning and running. He ran down the alley as one alley led to another one.

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤️ ❤️BAD GUY SONG BY BILLIE EILISH ❤️ ❤White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes Creepin' around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy

To prove Eaton wrong. Knowing it was now or never, I flung my body around and ran. Ran as fast as my legs could manage. Everything slowed down, my heart was thumping so loud I could almost hear it, gunfire and shots flung around everywhere, bouncing off bins and metal gates but missing me. Always missing me. The shouts of the soldiers brought me back to normal time speed and I knew if I didn't pick up my pace they would reach me in no time.

I turned and ran. My legs were unsteady. My balance off. My hands still tied behind my back. Each step felt heavy. The exit was only yards away. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut. Ready. Ready for the bullet. Ready for the impact. Almost there— A gunshot tore through the air. And everything stopped.

Too busy screaming over truth or dare, throwing shots, dying of laughter. Not one glanced my way. I eyed the rainbow-colored drinks on the table. Grabbed one. Chugged. Instant regret. It burned going down, like my chest caught fire from the inside. I doubled over, coughing. Hugh? Oblivious. The guy who used to hover like I'd break? Gone. Am I shocked? Nah. With Mia in the room, I might as well not exist. Thought about dipping. But my body felt like a sandbag. Starving. Wrecked.

When he was on the run and suffered constant terror, I surfaced once his primary personality went unconscious. I tied the red ribbon around my wrist, grabbed the broken sword, and charged at the lead thug. My arms were as thin as twigs as a five-year-old, and my grip holding the sword shook wildly. The thug's club came down hard and ruthlessly, whistling through the air before slamming into my back. I didn't dodge and took the full hit, which felt like shards of ice stabbing into my bones. I nearly blacked out from the pain, but I used that momentum to throw myself at him and drive the sword into his calf.

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.

I only had one shot. One. Any slower, and Lucia’s throat would be carved open. Any faster, and I’d miss. “Okay,” I said, letting my voice crack, just a little. “Okay.” I slowly began to lower the gun, tilting it down just enough to make him believe I was giving up. I watched his eyes flick to the weapon, watched his stance shift in anticipation. Right there. That’s where he fucked up. I raised the barrel in one fluid motion and fired.

I am literally running for my life as the source of the noise registers. It’s a gun.