Detroit Become Human Guns の小説・ストーリー

It looked like a private army’s warehouse buried under the house. “How many guns do you need?” I breathed. “As many as it takes,” Dante said. His voice echoed off the concrete. “You think this life is a movie? You think it’s a game where you say some tough words and suddenly you’re a killer? This is real, Nina. This is what you’re begging to step into.” I swallowed. He let go of my arm long enough to reach for a handgun on one of the tables. He checked it fast and clean, like he’d done it a thousand times.

He looks terrifying and utterly murderous. Two shots ring through the small space, and the man beside drops with a hole in his forehead while the other men that had been groping me takes the second bullet to the chest, slumping back. Nero steps into the van and over the bodies like they are nothing, but trash. He raises his gun to the third man who is cowering in the corner with his hands up before pausing. “I’ll keep you.” His voice is void of humanity as he whips the gun across the man’s temple.

That left two. They split up, trying to box him in. Smart. Dante slowed his breathing and listened, letting the noise of the city mask his movements. When one of them came too close, he struck fast, slamming the butt of his gun into the man’s skull and dropping him before he could fire. The last one hesitated just long enough for Dante to end it. Silence creeped in but got broken only by distant sirens.

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

The heavy rounds tore through the beast’s eye socket, its skull collapsing as its massive weight slammed into the concrete, sliding dead at my boots. "Nice shot, sweetheart!" Rylan barked, diving past me to bury his blade straight into the throat of a rogue human who had cleared the barricade. "Keep your guard up!" But I was already moving. I dropped the empty magazine, slapped a fresh one into the mag well with the palm of my hand, and marched straight into the teeth of the breach. The softness was completely gone. Every face that came through that smoke was just data. Just things that needed to die.

She became all hot and bothered, wiggling, squirming and generally having a grandiose time with my cock deep within. I repeat, this girl really loved guns – a huge cerebral G-spot for her. Oh yeah – the Ruger Alaskan is what you get if you are worried about Grizzly bears popping their heads through the tent flaps late at night. Delilah was probably packing .480's. Her guns would turn 250 kilograms of pissed off ursine into an excellent throw-rug in about two shots. In an urban environment... well, maybe she thought the New York Giants were actually giants, or something like that. Two were overkill, unless you expected someone needing to borrow one.

I protested. “No such thing as a trash gun. Each and every one of these has the power to end a human’s life, and with silver bullets, they can end the life of a werewolf.” He warned with a menacing look on his face. Yes, I knew all about guns and bullets and how they took lives. My brother’s body flashed through my mind, mangled with bullet holes. “Yeah, I know all about how dangerous guns are,” I said, swallowing hard. Perhaps it was something in my voice because his gaze on me turned gentle. He looked down and sighed, “Alright, I’ll pick one out for you.”

The Mattress rose high in a small spot. He put his hand between the mattress and box spring and felt the grip of the pistol. His heart skipped for a second. He pulled out the 9mm pistol, he checked the safety, then removed the bullets and studied them. "Silver bullets," growled Uncle Martin as he examined it closely. "That alone is more than enough to put her in jail. Possession of a gun with intent to kill a werewolf. Hel, Dustin, that girl is really wild. Dustin tucked the gun into his belt and stuffed the bullets into his pockets. "She's no longer a threat."

Shannon said and looked away " if I find out that there's something about her that you're not telling me,,I won't spare you Shannon, you know me " Luther said and walked out of the room Shannon sat on the bed, she knew what she's doing is really dangerous. Luther can kill her without thinking twice. But she's too selfish to let him go, she want to have him all to himself. The moment he find out that human is the mate,,he will never have her time,she know how well Demons cherish their mates,that's what she's scared of.

The deafening sound reverberates in the alley, and the bullet pierces through my assailant's skull. The man falls into an abrupt silence, his life extinguished in an instant. Hollow eyes fixate on me, the bullet—my bullet—a morbid adornment on his forehead. The scent of gunpowder and the weight of death loom thick in the air, the profound silence only punctuated by the lingering echoes of violence. I'm a murderer now. But strangely, I don't feel remorse. I don't feel anything anymore. "Good girl," Diego murmurs, taking the gun from me. His fingers graze over mine, lingering for a moment, before he carefully wipes the weapon clean with a black cloth. Then, he shoves it into his waistband in o