Deadshot Novels & Stories

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Mike stammered "My days are numbered because of cancer but yours are ending now" "Trust, with this video going round Robert will come for me, he will wipe everything out in a very carefully way to ensure his name is redeemed and my wife taken, but you have to go down, this is for my daughter" Dante said and pulled the trigger firing his single bullet into Mike's chest

It’s plain to see he is as high as a kite. “Yeah, who wants to know?” I take out the Maxim 9 pistol and shoot him between the eyes by the time he finishes his sentence. He dies instantly, his body looking like it folds in on itself. His eyes remain open, staring blankly and the hole between his eyes trickles only a tiny amount of blood. “No one, not anymore, you piece of shit.” As I drive the car to the compound, I turn on the tape deck, and sing along to Julio Inglesias. Once I am done here, I will get my ice cream and decompression sex from my beautiful wife.

Solomon would never hold back against a capable opponent who refused to work with him. “What’s wrong? Want me to stay?” Andrius remained unfazed and frivolous when he saw the hitmen. Solomon did not answer his question and announced, “Andrius Moonshade, let me introduce you to my hitmen.” “This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

I crossed my arm. “Dash is dead.” *silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We broke up completely and I made it clear I never want to see him again. A gunshot roars. CJ's white shirt is stained. He falls on the ground, dead. I let out an ear-splitting scream. ^^^^^^^

Pulling the trigger, his body seemed to pause for the smallest moment before plunging to the ground. Thomas's gun went off, killing the other man with a gun. Gray Beard wasn't out in the open like the others, and I couldn't see him. He was the only one I wanted to kill. "Do you smell that?" Thomas whispered. Inhaling, I instantly smelled decay and rot. "Yeah. That's what that guy was talking about. There must be a group of biters coming." Assessing our surroundings, I couldn't see any of the dead yet. The only movement was the man with an arrow in his belly. He was trying to stand with the help of his friend.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

His arms and legs were already limp like noodles. I fired a shot at his stomach...the bullet came out from his back. He laid motionlessly on the ground. Even if I'm executing criminals...that doesn't mean I'm not on the wanted list. The police are still searching for an unknown killer.... They can never find me. I bent down toward the dead man and touched his blood. My own blood boiled in my vein... singing a sweet lullaby. I'm Damien O'Connell and I love to see blood! *SOPHIA*