Body Shot の小説・ストーリー

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.

The shout tore out of my throat, raw enough to burn. I forced my body forward. Pain ripped through my chest with every step, but I refused to stop. Rain lashed against my face, blurring my vision as my feet struggled for traction on the rain-slick concrete. Just a little farther. Just… I raised my gun. Steadied my shaking hand. And pulled the trigger. The shot rang through the storm. I saw Beau’s body jerk. Then every ounce of strength drained from me. My vision swam. My foot slipped on the rain-slick ground.

Ray Moore suddenly laughed. A deep, amused laugh. “You really think,” he said calmly, “that I came here unprepared?” The rifle began to rise toward his shoulder. Everything slowed. My mind snapped into focus. I pivoted sideways. Pulled the trigger. BANG. The shot cracked through the courtyard like thunder. Ray Moore’s body jerked violently. His rifle slipped from his hands. He collapsed to one knee, gravel scattering beneath him. His face twisted with shock. “I… can’t feel my legs!”

My heart pounded in my chest, and all I could do was watch in horror. “Please, no!” I cried out, struggling in the man’s grip. Theo’s smirk never wavered as he looked at Bell, and with a quick, almost casual motion, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed in the room, sharp and final. Bell’s body jerked, and she fell to the floor, lifeless, her eyes wide open in a look of pure terror. Blood spread across the floor, staining the cold tile beneath her. I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was caving in as I stared at Bell's lifeless body, the blood pooling around her.

"It’s for you, I’m not selling your soul, I’m uploading it to the new board, and to do that, the original body has to be disconnected." Outside the digital void, in the real world, the self-destruct sequence of the gunboat hit zero, and the entire vessel was engulfed in a blinding, violet explosion that sent a shockwave across the harbor.

The man drew a heavy black pistol from his waist. The muzzle pointed at Buzz Cut. "No—!" The shot cracked before he could finish. My whole body jerked. I watched blood run through his fingers. He wasn't dead. The bullet had just grazed his cheek, leaving a deep gash from his cheekbone down to his jaw. "The next shot," Brode said, his voice still cold and calm, "goes in your skull." Buzz Cut was flat on the ground now, face smeared with blood and rain and dirt, sobbing for his life. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, have mercy—"

"You are free to go." The drunk man beamed. He turned to look at me, and his face twisted into something ugly. "You thought you were so tough," he sneered. "Look at you now. Not so scary without your little tricks. Its terrible that i didn't get to fuck you. But i will manage to fuck your corpse" He laughed and walked toward the door. Then a shot rang out. The man's body jerked, and he crumpled to the ground. Blood poured from the back of his head, pooling on the dirty floor. His eyes were still open, still frozen in that moment of smug satisfaction.