Body Shot 소설 & 이야기

As I pulled the trigger, my body wavered slightly, and the bullet I fired didn't even hit the object at all. "That sucks!" "I'll try again," I told Daphne. This time, I didn't want to give up. I should be able to win this bet. I observed the big, muscular man next to me. Her footing was very strong, and when she pulled the trigger, her body didn't waver. I finally got the view that what makes the body shake or not after shooting is the strength of the legs. So, I tried to gather all my focus and fight off indecision. I counted down and pulled the trigger hard.

He lifted her easily into the back of his truck, shut the door with a hollow thud, then retrieved her phone and smashed it repeatedly against the pavement until it was nothing but fragments of plastic and shattered glass. He swept the pieces into a nearby bin, climbed into the vehicle, and drove. The city lights thinned the further he travelled, giving way to the barren outskirts where civilisation dissolved into emptiness. At a lonely ditch off the road, he stopped, hauled the body out, and rolled it down the incline like discarded evidence. Dust rose. Silence closed in. He didn’t look back. Then he got in the truck, turned the key, and drove away, leaving the darkness to swallow everything

He let go of the steering wheel, "Doesn't matter..." After a loud collision, he plunged into darkness. When his spirit left his body, he thought he saw a familiar figure. (The End)

then collapsed, thrashing on the floor. "My eyes! My eyes!" Silvio walked closer, calm and almost casual. He raised his gun and pointed it at the man writhing on the floor, still clutching at the melted mess of his face. A single shot cracked through the air. The man's body jerked violently before collapsing, limp. The bullet had punched straight through his forehead Blood exploded everywhere, covering the floor and a droplet of blood landed on Silvio’s cheek. He pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from his face, then looked down one final time at the corpse. No expression. Just silence.

Ben whined. “Oh, stop being babies. It’s one shot. It won’t kill you.” “Are you sure?” Baylee asked, standing on her chair to sniff mine. “’Cause this doesn’t seem natural.” “Just drink the damn thing!” Vincent barked. Groaning, we all downed it in one gulp. I nearly vomited it back up but forced it down with a swig of scalding coffee, hoping to burn the taste out of my mouth. “Once you guys get shot, your body will react how it normally would—your heart will stop instantly. You’ll pass out,” Vincent said.

With great force, I push it down, and it both have a grip on it as we struggle between our bodies. Then… One single shot goes off… And my body has gone limp…

He inhaled sharply from the pain and his entire body was shaking. “Friend…please listen to me…” Sheldon whimpered. Bang! Another shot was fired. The shot penetrated Sheldon’s other shoulder.

my lip are shaking, my hands are shaking, tears flowing uncontrollably, my heart aching beyond words,” “Catalina, you need to die with your fiancé,” “Papa d ...” ‘BANG’ I look around my body to see if I’m shot, I hear sometimes you don’t realize you have been shot due to the adrenaline rush or something like that, Stiliyan looks like he had been drained of every drop of blood from his body, as he slowly walked towards Diego dropping his guns, “ Diego! Papa! What the fuck, John,What have you done!! Papa!”

I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once. The fight ended fast. Five bodies down. Enzo’s team cleared the back. We grabbed the product crates of guns and cash as proof. As we exfilled, sirens wailed in the distance. Back in the SUV, adrenaline still buzzing, I turned to Alessio. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights. “You shot him,” I said. “In the leg,” he replied. “Non-lethal. He’ll live to tell the story.” I studied him. No shake in his hands. No panic in his eyes. Just… resolve.

BANG!!! The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the whole room. My breath hitched, not knowing how to breathe. It was silent. My eyes slowly went towards the body, which fell on the ground with a loud thud. It was none other than father's body. Francesco shot him between the eyes exactly on his temple.