It Wasn't Me It Was The One Armed Man の小説・ストーリー

Her scream. “Nana!” the call drops, forcing me to run into the heart of the event, regardless of the shootings coming from inside. I push the double door open in rage. It is when I walk right in the midst of the armed men I realize my lack of a weapon. Few soldiers aim at me. They are our soldiers. They belong to the snakes gang. “i knew you’d come back. I want you to judge this,” the man says. I recognize the clothes. The same mystery man that entered in late.

The man's fist flew quickly towards me, but I caught it and immediately broke his arm. If I let them beat me earlier, I won't allow it now. I let go of the man after he was surprised and screamed at what I did. Next came the two who rushed at me at the same time. They attacked me with the same punch, but I immediately grabbed their arms before their fists touched my skin. Using their strength, I climbed on their shoulders and knocked them down simultaneously, both screaming as their arms were dislocated. There are two more left. They had irons in their fists and quickly attacked me, but suddenly shots were heard outside the warehouse. While everyone was busy, I quickly walked away and hid.

I am sure walls don’t have hands. I looked up and behold I am in the arms of a man. Although I couldn’t see his features clearly, I am sure that it’s not Mr Abagus.. “Hey Miss, are you okay?.” I was concerned. I struggled to form words in my mouth as I felt myself slipy out of consciousness. “H-Help me!. I managed to utter before I went limp in his hands.

Three armed men. We were trapped.

I was the coward. Far off, the announcement called for boarding. Through the crowd, I moved the opposite way. This time, my steps were steady. I stopped in front of Ewan. As his eyes widened, I held out my hand to him. "Okay." A single tear, warm with heat, fell from my eye onto our tightly clasped hands.

“Now I’m dressed for a sleepover. Do we tell ghost stories now, or do we go straight to the part where you admit you love having me here?” “I admit nothing,” I said, though the smile on my face was so wide it actually made my cheeks ache. The heavy, suffocating weight of Arman’s message began to lift. For the first time in hours, the grainy video wasn’t the first thing I saw when I closed my eyes. Instead, it was a mafia man who had probably killed millions, sitting in a chair, wearing tiny pineapple pants just to make me stop crying.

⸻ I didn’t think. I moved. ⸻ It happened faster than it should have. One second I was standing still. The next— I was there. ⸻ Three men. Armed. Talking quietly. They didn’t even see me coming. ⸻ “What the—” Too late. ⸻ The first one dropped before he could finish the sentence. The second reached for his weapon— I broke his arm. Clean. Effortless. Like snapping a twig. ⸻ The third ran.

I wheezed, stretching to my feet and reeling from the shock of it all, watching the scowling man shake his arm out, my eyes widening at the gash in the soft white flesh of his arm before he looked up and bared his teeth at me, the ratty chops of his air flying every which way in the quiet breeze. “Fuckers nicked my arm, what kind of coward hides in the goddamned trees?” Erwin growled, and I chuckled, happy to see that he was his usual complaining self. I shook myself, feeling a shudder running down my spine as the two men gathered around me and we stared up at the house, the sound of shouts and gunfire in the distance as our men faced off with the McCoy’s goons. The decoy car had been packed

I flinched when all of a sudden, another guy grabbed my arm. "No, No! P-please!" I cried out when I saw another guy grab my arm. "Let me go!" I begged. "Let her go." My heart leaped when I heard his baritone voice. Is he helping me? Is he not. . .? "C'mon, man. Go find your own girl to play with." I heard Nate say as he tried to shove away the man's hand from my arm but to no avail.