Body Shot 소설 & 이야기

Thud. An old man fell to the floor with a heavy thud after a bullet pierced his chest. He immediately felt short of breath, his body trembled, his chest ached terribly, and blood began to pour from his mouth. No. He had lost; he could no longer escape this angel of death. “Grrrhh—” Bang! Bang! Bang! Without having time to do anything. The old man was shot multiple times by a handsome man with white hair, dressed in black. He seemed to want to make sure that the old man was really dead.

A bullet slicing through the air toward my back. Adrian didn’t hesitate. Not for a heartbeat. He threw himself at me, arms wide, slamming me onto the sand, his entire body covering mine, shielding me. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Each shot landed, thudding force into his back. His body jolted violently above me. He choked out a groan—warm, metallic blood splattering across my ear, my neck. The heat of it froze me on the spot. It was as if the world muted itself.

Brandon acknowledges the nod, his movements frantic yet purposeful. Just as Brandon applies pressure to my wound, another gunshot rings out. The sound is almost muted by the overwhelming noise of the chaos around us. I watch in horror as Brandon is struck in the chest. The impact is immediate; blood stains his white inner shirt, a stark contrast against the fabric. His mouth spills blood, and his eyes become glassy, a haunting reflection of the suffering I am experiencing.

Never. Summoning all the strength within me, I jerked my body away, desperate to make a run for it. But a sharp pain seared through my arm, causing me to gasp in agony. My legs grew weak, and I saw a crimson stain where I had been shot. The pounding of my heart intensified as I stumbled backward, accidentally stepping on a large stone. Before I knew it, I was tumbling down the cliff, my body feeling weightless as if floating. The four men's faces peered down from above the cliff.

Faith was an avid shooter and frequently visited gun clubs, well-aware of the devastating power of a shotgun, often referred to as a “cannon.” Boom! Kaze did not even blink. Just before Faith pulled the trigger, he kicked a nearby bodyguard, sending him flying in front of the gun’s muzzle. Bang! The deafening sound pierced everyone’s ears. The bodyguard hit by the shot was engulfed in smoke, blood splattering as he was thrown backward. When he landed, his body was riddled with bullet holes. “Damn it!” Seeing that she had killed her own man, Faith went into a frenzy. Her face contorted with rage as she prepared to fire again.

They were at a good distance, hence, there could not be a chance of hand to hand combat. She cracked her shotgun and fired. ********** ****DISCLAIMER*** The technique of using needles to stop blood flow through particular muscles, rendering the body immobile is a completely made up thing. This is a work of fiction, please do not try any these 'stupid' tricks in real life. They are baseless and false. It is only to give meaning to the story. Thank you all for reading, please don't forget to vote with gems and follow me for my upcoming books.

He hadn't expected us to move so fucking quickly as if we'd been doing this shit for years. "Hello, Blake," I said. As if my voice triggered him finally to respond, his shaky hand rose. Before it was even eye level, I shot him in the eye and the rest of the men riddled his body with bullets. His body shook from side to side for several moments until he finally fell to his knees, and bounced once on the cold, blood-stained concrete.

His tears fell hot and heavy, passing right through my hand as if I wasn't even there. For the first time since becoming... whatever I am now, I actually felt something—Vincent's tears. But despite everything, it was as if he couldn't see me anymore. I waved my arms, made silly faces, anything to catch his attention, but he didn't react. His eyes remained glued to my gravestone. Seriously, Vincent? Staring at that lifeless photo of me, when I'm standing right here? Can't you see me? Frustrated, I glared at him. But before I could do anything more, a gust of wind swept through, and suddenly, I felt weightless. My body, already barely visible, began to dissolve into the breeze. My vision blurr

he explained and that may be the reason why there are beads of water all over his body. Right after that, he quickly gave a way for me to enter which I quickly obliged because I really wanted this awkward scene to end. Then right after that, James was so quick to jog his way towards his bedroom, I tried hard not to focus with his rich behind. At this point, I can now differentiate the comparison between Bullet and James’ body. Bullet’s body is more leaned and heard. He really worked hard for his muscles. On the other hand, James’ body is more on the chill side. He has muscle but it looks soft. Gosh, why do I feel like I wanted to touch it?!

I smirk at the man and he places his hands together as he begins to beg. “Ple…ease.. don't.” There's an expressionless look on my face, as I pull the trigger, Shooting him between his eyes. The sound of the gunshot erupts in the room, followed by Samantha's loud scream as his blood splatters everywhere, his lifeless body falling on the ground with a thud.