Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse Novels & Stories

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

— My voice came out as a whisper. Arnaldo squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as if he was holding back a terrifying pain. Maybe I didn't believe he would be able to pull that trigger, because I was shocked when the sound of the shot filled the entire room. The smell of gunpowder filled the air as Arnaldo slowly fell, falling first to his knees, and then lying on the floor, half on his back, half on his side, the revolver still clutched between his fingers , his eyes closing, the red liquid staining his gray hair and dyeing the carpet.

I shot a look at Gio. "I think I might like this kid after all." Gio picked up a M16, making gun fire sounds as he whispered, "say hello to my little friend." I shook my head at him then looked to Niko. "Are you kidding me right now?" I can't work with Gio. "He is old school, and a little slow." Niko grunted at him and Gio put down the gun. "Every man dreams about doing that." Gio puffed his chest out, grabbing a few clips and knives to stuff in his pocket then walked out.

He let out a sigh as he placed his gun back in his jacket, he was surprised to see that these young folks were part of a gang. “The Silent Spider… What a weird name.” He pulled out the Keg of petrol and poured it on their bodies, and lit a cigarette along with three bikes. Watching everything blow up in flames, he knew the cops would be on their way to the scene. He wore a smile on his face and started off the engine, heading back to the bar.

he said cautiously, trying to reason with me. I hurled the Mac-10 to the floor with a clatter. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING GUN!" Kason stepped forward, the only one brave enough to approach. He handed me his gun without a word. I ripped it from his grasp and immediately started shooting again, the fresh burst of gunfire deafening in the enclosed space. One of the cars caught fire, flames licking up its side, but I didn't care. I kept firing, the explosion of each bullet matching the rage inside me.

“Some mate you’re trying to be.” Ares lunged but before impact, a lazy clap cut through the tension. “Well, well,” a familiar amused voice drawled from the alley’s entrance, “isn’t this adorable?” Gunner strolled from the shadows like he owned the night. Dark jacket slung over his shoulder, smirk carved across his sharp jaw, eyes glinting with wicked delight. He looked like violence wrapped in laughter. “You two are a riot.” He tilted his head mockingly. “One idiot tries to force a bond, the other plays the hero. Both tripping over your dicks for a girl who clearly wants nothing to do with your caveman crap.”

Shin exhaled rudely, "Why take my gun? Don't you have to explain more details about James to me?" "This is what I'm doing," Diego replied, grinning. Of course that confused Shin, "What do you mean?" "Take a good look at this gun!" Diego said as he showed a gold label on the end of the gun. Shin raised his eyebrows, "What is it?" "Read the label!" Diego said patiently. Shin was getting annoyed but still complied with Diego's request. Very lazily he said, "GJ-152." Diego nodded excitedly, "GJ. Do you know what that means?"

It's a special gun. You'll get it once you learn how to use it. Stay safe, my son. We love you. The gun has my name carved on it. Declan Serano

’ I was irritated with this guy and was about to argue when walked right in front of me and stood still. “What would Mr. Reeves and your brother think? They would’ve worried.” Lucas looked me in the eye and said. I looked at him back with eyes that said ‘are you serious?’. “As if.” I sighed and whispered. “They wouldn’t give two sh*ts, trust me. Now give me back my bicycle.” I said. Lucas seemed to be bewildered by my cussing and was shocked momentarily. “Oh, please. Grow up will you?” I said and rolled my eyes. Is he a five-year-old? I just looked at the time on my phone and after much pondering, I just gave up and went inside his vehicle. I just want to get home and lay in bed honestly.

*bang* His eyes; a well of jet-black ink, held a gaze more fearsome than a tiger. A thin paper cigarette hung from his bottom lip, a small trail of smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth danced its way to the ceiling above us. In one hand a gun lay loosely, his finger gently pressed against the trigger sending a bullet millimetre to the man’s head with a bang that echoed throughout the hill. His eyebrow raised in amusement at everyone's reaction; nothing, not a flinch, not a single damn thing. He again looked at the grave