Body Shot Novels & Stories

The shooter had been precise, only one shot each to take them out. We tip-toed around their splayed limbs, keeping an ear out for any sound at all, I blanched when I saw another body further away, a man with a thick mustache, his eyes opened, empty, neck hanging in a wrong angle, his neck had to have been, we follow a trail of blood next, leading up to another his black shirt plastered to his chest, soaked in blood, and ridden in bullet holes, he looked to be bleeding from at least six points in his chest, as though he was used as a shield and then dumped after serving his purpose. Three more bodies were in various states of death, shot clean through the neck, and chest and another headshot.

“Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six....” The man is not moving nor terrified by a gun being pointed at his body. This is making Brian’s blood boil. “Five... Four... Three.... Two..... One.....” The man is not effected by the countdown and still stands tall. Brian is at his breaking point; he could not hold the frustration any longer. He cocks his gun, aims, and starts shooting. The man has been shot thirteen times all over his body. He is on the floor with excess amount of blood pouring. Chris is mortified and lost for words by what Brian just did.

As much as I wanted to decline because it felt wrong, I didn’t want to cause more trouble. I took a deep breath. I chose my wrist. That seemed like the safest place. The man grinned at me. My gaze drifted past him, and I saw Pierce, emotionless, just watching us. I quickly averted my eyes. "Body shot! Body shot!" Everyone shouted. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them, this nightmare would be over. As I kept my eyes shut, I heard the man drinking the shot. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder when I heard a loud, unpleasant thud.

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.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

Or heart shot? That was always my biggest dilemma during my mission. I sighed and settled for the head. I held my breath to focus the shot, and pulled the trigger. His head physically exploded, sending blood flying all over the whores he was with as his lifeless body plopped to the floor. His security rushed to him, frantically trying to grasp what just happened. “Gotcha.” I chucked as my lips curved into a grin.

Disgusting. WTF. I thought it would be easy killing this guy, but it seemed he's trained for this. I step back to put space between the two of us, the small distance will give him the advantage to beat me. I shot him so he ran towards me. I ran backwards without stopping shooting at him. The blood in his body spews out every time I hit him, but he still doesn’t stop. It leaves me no choice, so I fired my gun aiming his head. The bullet made a hole in his bald head, making him stop in his movements. The metal baseball bat fell to the floor creating a shrill sound. His thick blood came out and dripped into his mouth as he coughed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, his body slowly fell to

)) his brother's body began to swell as she coughed and cried out in pain, shit he's gonna explode! I summoned my wind and took his body up and shot him up into the air ** BOOOOOOOOM, POOOOF! ** I had surrounded his body with an air pocket so all his parts were not scattered across the land but kept in the pocket, I lowered the bits and landed them right in front of Neeko who screamed in agony and grief, his eyes turned towards me with hate and I showed my true self to him and smiled.

Marcello opened his mouth to scream, but the sound never escaped his lips. *Bang!* The shot echoed through the alley like thunder, silencing everything. Marcello’s body jerked violently as the bullet tore through him, and then, as if in slow motion, he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. Vivian’s stomach churned violently as she witnessed the scene unfold. She had seen enough. Too much. The sight of Marcello’s body hitting the ground, the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears—it was all too much.

But luckily Grayson reacted by knocking Amber flat against the floor, pinning her beneath his body as a hail of gunfire sprayed over their heads. Morte and Bad Santa returned fire in the direction of the shot had come from. Amber covered her ears and tried to breathe beneath Grayson. He was crushing her as he used his body to shield hers. Another body hit the floor around them. Amber saw Morte, his deformed jaw flopping grotesquely against the floor as his whole body convulsed. He flopped around like a fish out of water.