I Took An Arrow Through The Heart の小説・ストーリー

’ But a pain shot through my chest, recalling his voice, distressing me beyond my ability to bear. “Aagh! Fuck!” Groaning in pain, my head began to throb. This depression was taking a toll on my body, I was having continuous migraines, heartache and loss of appetite. “Athena!” Jax called, turning to glance at me. “Damn you!” I hissed, I missed my target and instead of his leg, the arrow pierced through his heart, killing him instantly. Holding my head, my steps stumbled and I fell on the ground, hurting my arm in the process too.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the headrest of the car seat. It's not just Hugo who got hit. I did too. Eros really excelled in shooting arrows at both our hearts. Direct hit.

The pain and anger radiating from her and he felt it wash over him, making him take a step back. She grabbed the recorder from his hand, her fingers trembling with rage, and replayed the voice note. The sounds that filled the room were like a knife to his heart - the screams of her mom and sister begging to be spared followed by the sound of a loud gunshot sounding three times, and then, an eerie silence. He felt his stomach drop, his heart heavy with grief.

Aiming at him, I released the arrow and it flew, grazing his shoulder and hitting on the floor as blood sipped out of his shoulder. “The next one would be your heart.”

I suddenly heard my name being hollered and I quickly turned around. My heart felt like it would break out of my chest as I saw an arrow heading straight in my direction……..

I was watching the twitch of her fingers. The second I saw those middle digits move, I launched myself to the left - the firing line. I saw her try to adjust, but a bow is not a gun. Once that arrow starts out, it has its own motivations. The arrow would have punched through my right shoulder and penetrated into my chest cavity. I wouldn't be dead, only fatally wounded. Instead it passed under my chest and outstretched arm and leg as I was in mid-roll. Next time I knew I wouldn't be so lucky.

He tried getting up but I kicked him down. "Even if you survive, with the arrow that is sticking out your ribs right now, you wouldn't be able to survive this one. Do you know why? Not only will I allow it to pierce your heart, but it is a silver-tipped arrow. I carved it specially for myself. Can you imagine the look of shock on your father's face when he finds his son dead?

A loud yelp echoed from the nearby field. My heart dropped as I realized the arrow hadn’t just missed the target—it had hit someone. A figure stumbled, clutching their arm where my arrow had struck. "Oh my God!" I gasped, my eyes widening in horror. Anastasia’s face turned pale as she looked at the scene. "What did you just do?" I dropped the bow and rushed toward the person. "I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" I called out, my heart racing with panic. The person, a tall guy with dark hair, glared at me as he yanked the arrow out of his arm. "Do I look okay?" he snapped, though his tone softened slightly when he saw the panic on my face.

My voice tinged with a desperation I couldn't hide. Ignoring me, Blaise secured me firmly to the tree. My heart raced as he stepped back, retrieved an arrow from his back, meticulously set it on the bowstring, and aimed it at me. Panic surged through my veins. Was he going to end my life? The word "please" sat on my tongue, but fear paralyzed me, and no words came out. He released the arrow, and I shut my eyes, bracing for the searing pain, but nothing happened. All I heard was the wood cracking beside me. Opening my eyes, I found the arrow embedded in the tree just inches from my head.