Body Shot Novels & Stories

I squeezed the trigger. The gunshot was deafening, a sharp crack that split the night louder than the thunder rolling across the Atlantic. The recoil jolted violently up my arms, vibrating through my shoulders and chest. Devon froze mid-stride, his expression twisting into a look of profound shock. He stumbled backward, his hand clutching his thigh where the bullet had grazed his flesh. He lost his footing on the slick, rain-soaked mud and slid down the embankment, crashing hard against the fiberglass crates by the boathouse entrance.

“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.

Combat class was not PE. It was not normal. It was not okay. This was the kind of shit you see in shows where people get murdered in the first ten minutes. Like, full-on murdered. No warmups. No stretches. No “remember to hydrate” banners or whistles or foam mats. Just pain. Blood.

In a flash he pulled out his gun from behind and trained at the man who was all bloodied and bruised. One, two, three, four, five, six. Each time a bullet pierced inside the man’s body it flinched and finally after the sixth hit, the body stilled. Gina gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. What she saw just now? She was too horrified. In her eighteen years of life span she hadn’t witnessed a real life murder scene. “Fuck! Fuck! Damn man…. What have you done?” Enzo’s eyes widened watching the lifeless body of the man and then he exhales an exasperated breaths and massages his temple in pure frustration.

“That’s right people! The rules have changed. If none of you gets more than eighty points then you’re all out!” Great. That means I can only miss one of my shots. I take in a deep breath and face my target. This time, there are no stationary green glass bottles to be blasted. Instead, what awaits us are moving targets in the shape of abstract human silhouettes. We must aim for the vital organs; the head, the lungs and the heart. In a way, they are preparing us for the worst. The use of a firearm is deadly and our shots need to stop our threats for in the world of the Mafia, it’s either kill or be killed.

He raised his voice and added, "using her body as a shield." He fired the bullet straight, hitting the center of Adi's forehead.

and he shot! "UZAIR!" I watched in complete horror as the bullet pierced through his chest and droplets of blood splattered like crimson pearls on his handsome face. His shirt rapidly began covering in blood as he became motionless. My knees gave out as my body became numb meeting the ground.

Phut-! With a low sound, the middle-aged man collapsed. The blonde man walked over to the fallen middle-aged man and casually shot him once in the right cheek. Then he turned the body over with his toe and shot him once more in the back of the head. Phut, phut. Each time a bullet hit, the middle-aged man's body briefly convulsed. The liquid slowly spread around the body of the man sprawled on the dirty floor. Blood should certainly be red, but due to the darkness in the alley, it appeared pitch black. The middle-aged man looked as if he was lying on a pool of black oil.

“Might as well get it over with.” Mouth cracking open in a feral scream, Mott pulls the trigger. At the last microsecond, Banks tries to duck, which only means the buckshot liquifies her head instead of her upper torso. Everything she’d been, every thought and dream, splashes on the bland wall as so much meat. Her headless body flops down, left leg twitching merrily.

Aim straight for his chest. And pull the trigger. BANG! Blood splatters. His body jerks violently. Then collapses backward. Dead. Silence. Heavy and absolute.