Body Shot Novels & Stories

The man didn’t flinch. “Move.” Marco stood his ground. Raised his gun. A single shot rang out. Marco gasped and staggered, blood soaking through his shirt. “No!” my father roared. It was too late. Two more shots were fired. Carlo’s body jerked, then slumped. Marco screamed and dragged himself across the floor, reaching for him. Then another shot and silence. The faceless man stood over their bodies, unmoved. Then he turned and walked out, vanishing from the camera.

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…”

Three shots rang in the air as each tough fired. His head exploded in a shower of gore a bullet caught him in the head another punching through his left breast, throwing his near headless corpse into an almost grateful half pirouette before crashing to the ground a bloody streak forming as it slid the last few feet to rest next to his sister's crumpled form.

Moreover, the bullets that are bouncing off from his body are actually falling on the ground and was shown as they were changing to ashes. All because it has already been exposed to air.

His body sheathing me from hitting the ground, holding me securely in his embrace. The moment he fires another bullet, I thought we are over, we are going to die. There is another loud and sharp gunshot that takes place, and bullets punctured through his body. He fell to the ground with a thud, lying lifeless on his own pool of blood. I saw death again, this time goes live before my eyes. A troop of men in fully armed navy uniforms deployed from nowhere, creating a scene as if there is an outbreak of a riot. "Lana, are you hurt?"

He didn’t dive away. He lunged forward, shoulder first, body curving around mine as if he could absorb the shot with his own flesh. It was fast, stupid, perfect. I felt the impact shudder through him before I heard the wet thud of lead meeting muscle. A fine mist of blood sprayed the dusty air, catching the overhead fluorescents in a brief, crimson halo. Then silence. A thick, ringing silence that swallowed even the echo.

Marco dragged the body behind the woodpile like it weighed nothing. Inside the cabin, a single lamp glowed in the living room. The second guard was slumped on the couch, boots on the coffee table, snoring over a half-eaten sandwich. Marco put one suppressed round of bullets through his temple. It happened so fast, the body didn’t even twitch.

He positioned himself in front of me, acting as a human shield, ready to take on whatever danger lay ahead. Time seemed to stretch, each passing moment elongated as I watched in horror. The deafening sound of a gunshot reverberated through the air. The bullet found its mark, piercing Diyo's leg, causing searing pain to course through his body. His face contorted with agony, but he remained steadfast.

He moved with speed, his inhuman reflexes allowing him to interpose his body between Serena and the incoming bullet. The lead buried itself deep in Seven's broad shoulder. But the vampire didn't so much as flinch. Seven whipped out his own pistol and fired a single, well-aimed shot in a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to follow. The bullet struck its target with deadly accuracy, and time snapped back to normal speed as a body crumpled to the ground. A rapidly spreading pool of crimson stained the grass, the gunshot wound gaping obscenely in the center of the shooter's forehead.