Body Shot Novels & Stories

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

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.

Gunshot. Directly at me.

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

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!”

“Over my dead body.” “That,” Desmond muttered under his breath, raising his pistol with a trembling hand, “is very much the plan.” The tension snapped, and the first shot rang out like the world cracking open. I dropped instinctively, my palms slapping the rough tar of the roof, the smell of gunpowder searing my nose. Noah lunged forward, disarming the nearest man in a brutal arc of movement. Metal clattered across the rooftop, followed by a sickening crack as Noah’s elbow drove into the man’s throat.

“Come on, let’s go.” A gunshot echoed across the room again and a body fell, “Noooooo!!!!!!……..”

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.

In a moment of desperation, I shoved Jenny to the side and tried to run. “You little bitch, did you just push me? Guys, beat her up! If anything happens, I’ll take the blame!” Fists and kicks rained down on me like heavy stones. The searing pain spread across my body as I felt several of my ribs snap. Soon, they tied me up and started kicking me around like a soccer ball. My face scraped against the rough gravel in the yard, tearing my skin until it was raw and bloody. Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds.

*Boom* Kylie’s fist landed on the assassin’s chest with a massive boom. Like an explosion which had been set off in the most dazzling manner, both the tree behind the assassin and the assassin’s entire torso, were vapourised into dust. All that remained was a standing dead corpse with only its lower body remaining, and a tree stump that sizzled like it had been burned by fire. “How is that possible? B’s death could be chalked up to a surprise, but A’s death…”