Full Metal Panic Novels & Stories

God. "Uhm... Mr.?" I found him looking at me when I said it. Answering your question, why am I still acting as if I’m not panicking? Don’t let me begin. I have no idea why I am. Maybe because I have already perfected the act of staying calm. "I’m sorry, miss. I was told to do this. It's just pure business." This was the last thing I heard before everything went blurry. I wasn’t totally unconscious because I could still hear and see some of the actions of the people in front of me.

The amount of times my body has burned from the silver has made it to where I can’t even feel it anymore, like my body’s becoming immune to it, from trying to stop them. I’m going to kill them all. Rip their useless throats from their body and rip out their fucking hearts just to spite them. I can’t wait til the day I get to listen to them choke on their own blood as they slowly die looking into my eyes. Mom places a hand on my shoulder when we hear the door down the hallway open up. I stand up quickly, but this time is different, someone’s shouting and fighting back. I wait to see what’s going on when on of my worst nightmares comes true.

"How dare you humans raise your voice at me." Nala's brown eyes pierced through the eyes of the person who was still pressing Nala's neck firmly, there was no look of fear on Nala and her brows dipped even more sharply. With a reflex action, Nala immediately swung her fist right at the man's neck so hard that it made him groan and loosen his grip so that Nala could escape from his grip.

She stood in front of his office door contemplating whether or not to enter until the door sprung open. "I thought I should help you make a decision." Major Daniels blurted out, walking back to his seat. "Sir, I-I'm sorry...about earlier..." "You shouldn't be sorry to me." He retorted and brought out a case file titled 'The Full Moon Serial Murder Case.' The file was named after the full moon because the murder always took place during the full moon just like two days back if not that this month's murder came a few hours earlier.

I said again as he stood up. "Whatever Pussy" He walked out slamming the door angrily. Jim was right, I was a pussy and truth was that am still not ready to talk things with Anna. I know my emotions would get the best of me and we'll be laying in same bed if she as little as kiss me.

“This woman needs to die." “Nuh-uh. Did you not hear me? This meeting is fucking over, unless you fools want to take this further?” Grinning, Damian was quick to jump to his feet, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. Jasper came and stood beside him. “I’ve been feeling quite pent up, this works out perfectly.”

Hazel clutched the lipstick gun and was ready to attack. Just when the tall and thin man was one meter away from them, a loud bang was heard. His left eye was bleeding immediately. He fell to the ground in a howl and rolled on the ground with his hands covering his eyes. At the same time, he screamed like a pig. One of the punks screamed. Sam put his hands over his head and squatted down in fear of being hit. Hazel glanced at Pana, and the latter shook her head and said, "no, it’s not me."

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

A satisfied smile spread across my lips as I took in the bloodshed and chaos around me, a sense of peace filling me, now that everything was over. I looked down at the dead god beneath my shoe, tilting my head at the being so many poor souls believed was the answer to all their prayers. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." *THE END* Thank you all for reading Panic Room. It was a hard book to write; having to dive into eight completely different personalities was a challenge all on its own, but somehow, I did it. I wanted to write a story that conveyed how even the villains in our stories can find happiness even in the darkest and most twisted places.

I cried, "I don't mean any harm. I'm just a worthless Omega." "We ain't gonna harm you either. We're just the same, although not worthless." He scorned and they all joined in the mockery. Their voices sounded like thunder and shook the very core of my soul. I was shivering. My bones were trembling, my nerves twitching, my muscles straining in fear, and I could feel the painful flutters in my belly.