Cannon Mario Novels & Stories

Quinn's p o v " Goddddddamnit! Please, stop! " Ear cracking groans of agony and frustration from Mario resonated through the walls of the halfway stalked warehouse as Bruno held the pocket knife, firmly embedded in Mario's left breast. I sip my Tennessee whiskey from the square shaped glass while I listen to his screams, my right hand is tightened around the gun in my pocket. As his cries continue, I shake what's left in the glass and pour it in my mouth, pushing it down my throat in one gulp.

My mother’s voice brought my attention back to my peephole. “I know. I heard his castle has a hundred rooms, and his whole clan can fit in there. Even though he does have a village where he houses his clan families.” Marianna said. “And you can be queen of the castle and his village. Just don't mess this up.” My mother’s already strong jawline got stronger with the gritting of her teeth.

Marcel shouted, firing a prepared short-barrelled weapon to incapacitate Cairo’s men. Morgan and Alice managed to jump over a railing. Behind them, Cairo appeared. “You won’t run!” Cairo screamed, raising his pistol towards Alice. Before Cairo could pull the trigger, BANG! A bullet from an unseen sniper rifle landed squarely in Cairo’s head. The man collapsed instantly, his blood staining the factory floor.

Sofia stood still looking toward our car. Then, Caleb’s phone rang, the sharp tone cutting through my sobs. "Mario," Caleb said, his voice tight as he answered. "They planted a sniper," Mario’s voice came through the car's speakers, sounding breathless but triumphant. "But I took care of him. He won't be taking any more shots today." I realized then, the shot that hit Sandy wasn't meant for her. Or maybe it was. Either way, Mario had ended it. "Take her to the boss safely," Mario commanded.

They just let us enjoy our delusion. I smiled at the memory as I hefted the dark blue fake laser gun in my hand. It was heavier than it looked and a bitch in the ass to carry around. The Arcade had changed. Gotten more modern. Gone were the mario kart game stands and the bright colours. Even the smell of hotdogs. Now it was a sprawling three storey building filled with the wonders of modern gaming.

"I am going to pretend you did not say that." "Pretend all you want. I have witnesses." I gestured toward the empty arcade. "All of these machines are witnesses. They saw you crash." "The machines do not have eyes." "They have screens. They saw everything." Mariano shook his head and walked toward the next game. It was a shooting game. A giant screen with plastic guns attached to the console. Zombies were crawling across the screen in the demo mode. "Zombies," he said. "I can handle zombies."

And Mario heard it all. "Oh, shit! I forgot my wallet. I'll be right back," Mario pretended and headed out of the building. He knew there were cameras everywhere, so he went behind and took the stairs up to the tenth floor, still wearing his hat. He finally got to the tenth floor. He saw a CCTV mounted at the corner of the hallway, but it wasn't facing him, so he went ahead to arm his Glock with a silencer, and he wore a black face mask. Then he took out the camera, making minimal noise.

Please let me try. I promise if it gets too dangerous, I will get out. she said. Mario doesn't like the idea, and I don't either. But we have no choice. I thought. "Okay, Sarah! We do it your way, but stay behind me.'' Mario said. Wade! Get us some guns. They are in my secret department in my cabinet under my scotch!" he told me. I went under the cabinet I saw a lot of different guns. I found 45's and Colt's M4 Carbines, Remington 870 Shotguns, et. I grabbed the shotguns and 45's and Colt M4's.