Creep Shot Novels & Stories

, Mr Creepy said. “ What? Bad situation? Oh my God”, I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold back my tears. “ Calm down, he isn't dead, okay? He isn't”, Mr Creepy said. “ Where was he shot, huh?” I asked, hoping to assess how dangerous the situation was with my little knowledge of biology. Mr Creepy looked at me and looked away, inciting more fear in me. “ Where was he shot?” I asked again, demanding an immediate answer.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.