Carl Getting Shot In The Eye Novels & Stories

But a burst of power stemmed from my stomach and propelled me to yank his hand away from my stomach. It wasn’t just that. I turned us over and took the spear from him. In all of those, it felt like I was only duelling against a paper bag. I took charge of the control and started to aim at his eyes first, the same eyes that stared at me with evil. Then his chest… I hit it so hard that he let out a guttural scream and fell to the ground. His eyeballs remained wide open but very lifeless. His hands went numb, and the thumping of his heart died down instantly.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I screamed again, tears filling my eyes. The second guy didn't want any part of it and stood off to one side. He made no attempt to stop the other one or save me. He stood there motionlessly. The one with the knife climbed on top of me. His weight bearing down on me stopped my breath dead. He was heavy and it restricted my movement along with my breathing. I shook my head frantically and started pulling at the ties again. I could feel more blood running down my arms, but it was all that I could do to try and stay alive. My heart was racing so fast and hard it felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest. His dark brown eyes fixed onto mine as he raised the knife to my cheek. “Are yo

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the restroom. No one had come to help me. I could only endure the pain radiating throughout my body. I forced myself to stand as I staggered back home. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Carl using a pair of scissors to cut apart our family photo. He shredded the part with me into pieces. With vicious ferocity, he stabbed at my face in the picture. "Go die! Just die already! Only when you're dead can Ms. Short become my mommy!" he hissed.

Those striking, steel-blue eyes—clouded with pain and heavy medication—searched the dim ceiling before slowly panning down to find mine. "Della..." he rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper, cracked from days of silence. "I'm here! I'm right here," I choked out, a watery smile breaking across my face. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I gently smoothed the dark, damp hair back from his forehead, careful not to press against his bandages. "Don't try to move too fast. You were shot. You... you lost so much blood, Karlo." Karlo blinked slowly, taking a deep, shallow breath that made the corner of his jaw tighten in pain. His gaze searched my face, lingering on the fading purple bruise on my

Our Conseglier, Fratelli is just standing back and watching. The men in the room start chanting loudly "No Mercy!" Carlos takes out a pocket knife out of his pants pocket, and pulls my father's head back so that he can look at him. "What do you say boys?...An eye for an eye?" Shit, this was about me!!! The men get louder and cheer Carlos on. I can't move, or speak. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Carlos takes the knife and stabs my father in the eye, and rips his eye ball out! All of a sudden, I hear a scream...wait is that me..."MERCY!"...and then I hear nothing. ⚔️Carlos's POV ⚔️

The intense light from above cast shadows across his face as he slightly bowed his head, hiding his expression in darkness. There were two people in the room, including him. The other person was tied to a rack, with their hands hanging high above. Their eyes were tightly shut, and they showed signs of possibly waking up soon. Finally, the person opened their eyes, filled with terror. Terror—this was the only emotion he felt in his heart before losing consciousness. Images of his memories before he lost consciousness flickered through Carl's mind. He had held the syringe in his hand and was about to inject it into one of Rose's major arteries. Just as the needle was about to touch her skin, h

Alex boasted. "You think?" Carl asked. "Ofc.." Alex was saying when he suddenly saw someone who lifted a high-powered rifle to his shoulder, taking aim at their car. "Heads down!" He shouted but it was too late. Gunshots echoed in the car and Alex felt the heat of the bullet graze his cheek. He heard Irish scream in pain and then knew she had been shot. Oh..no! Tbc.

All three arrows were still striking out of his body, surprisingly he wasn't trying to pull them anymore. He just sat there with his eyes closed, as if he was possessed by a ghost. Carl saw him spacing out and pulled another arrow. It wasn't a fight anymore, and he wanted to get it over with. He released the arrow that rushed straight to his calf. Though It might seem barbaric to shoot a hurt opponent, Carl was just trying to disable him from any last-minute tricks. Contrary to his expectations, he missed it. Ryan vanished from his spot. The arrow dug itself into the ground.

He could see some of them, glaring at him while dropping their weapons on the floor. “Who is he?” Mr. Allen couldn’t help but wonder, as he stared in awe at Carl. That was the same question everyone had while staring at Carl. “Chase please, you are hurting me,” Madison said as she tapped on his hand slowly, but it only seemed to make it worse as she now felt it difficult to breathe, with his arm around her neck. “You are hurting her!” Carl yelled but got shot in the thigh. He fell on his knee with a grunt, as blood seeped from the wound.