Matans Shooter Novels & Stories

He was quiet for a moment. "I know that too," he said. I looked at him through the blurred edges of tears I wasn't trying to stop. "You're not going to say it, are you," I said. Something moved in his expression. The thing that lived near where a smile would be. "I'll say it," he said quietly. "When I find a moment that's worthy of it." I looked at him. "Matthias," I said. "Yes." "You were shot with silver six hours ago."

Paolo shouted through the line as the sound of his own shotgun started booming from the lower trenches. "I see him and he's already dead," I muttered, and I didn't feel any hesitation or any of the old sickness in my throat as I watched the man's chest cave in through my crosshairs because every drop of blood they spilled on the asphalt was just a small down payment for what they did to my friends at the churchyard. "Matteo, you need to slow down your rhythm because you're burning through the special magazine too fast and we don't have another crate of these heavy rounds at the base," Alessia’s voice suddenly cut into the frequency from her position near the lower gate.

What was there not to believe? I knew she didn't know him. I'd never doubt Abby, but him, to him, this was something more. Damian continued to talk. "I met Matthias today and…" his voice trailed off. He was fighting back tears. I could hear every drop in every word and how he tried to fight through them.

I answered sheepishly. “Now she's sheepish." He rolled his eyes, I glared at him. "Was anyone else with you in the weapons room? Or did you see anyone lurking around it when you entered or when you came out?” Caelum asked. "The only person I saw when I came out was Soren.” We both turned to look at Soren. He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Tada, I'm the killer.” He said dryly, throwing jazz hands. I giggled.

"I had one of my guys run a DNA test, and with his result, we were able to search millions of databases, only to discover that the shooter no longer exists." "What do you mean, 'no longer exists'?" Fabian queried as he tried to process the information he just received. "The shooter's name was Matteo Rossi, and he was called Matty by his friends," the Tech guy said. "Why are you talking in the past tense?" Fabian queried, "I need you to be clear when answering." Fabian took a few steps closer to the Tech guy. "That's because..." The Tech guy played a video of a funeral, and Fabian watched closely trying to understand before the Tech guy helped him out, "Matty is already dead."

And Damon saw it the exact second before it happened. The decision. If Matteo couldn’t own the ending, he would ruin it. He pivoted violently, gun snapping toward Luca on the ground. Damon didn’t think. Didn’t calculate. Didn’t even breathe. He fired. The shot cracked through the rain. Matteo jerked. His gun discharged wildly into the dark. Then slipped from his fingers and vanished into the mud. For one suspended second, nobody moved. Matteo looked down. At the blood spreading across his lower abdomen.

He freed Alejandro’s wrists with a flick of his knife. "Save yourself," Matini ordered, tossing Alejandro a pistol. Alejandro caught it instinctively. Their eyes locked as gunfire echoed closer. Matini’s voice dropped to a low command. "Stay behind me." Alejandro gripped the weapon, looking at Matini in surprise. Outside, explosions rocked the building. Matini moved, smooth and controlled, leading them through the smoke-filled hallways. Enemies in black masks closed in fast. Without hesitation, Alejandro fired, dropping two attackers. Matini’s approval flashed briefly. "Not bad, Agent Jandro."

“Because the second you do, my men kill you. They kill Ethan. They kill her.” I gritted my teeth. He leaned in slightly. “But if you do what I say, if you walk away from this now… I’ll let her go.” I stared at him, my grip steady. And then, without hesitation— I pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed in the warehouse, deafening. Matteo staggered back, a shout of pain tearing from his throat as the bullet ripped through his shoulder. Chaos erupted. Ethan grabbed Cassie, cutting through the rope binding her wrists.

The same way that I thought I was invisible, I thought Matson could not get to me but boy was I wrong. Matson ~”I DID NOT SHOOT HIM. He tried to take the fucking gun and it went off.” Rey ~”Why the fuck where you holding it at his shoulder?” Matson ~”I was trying to aim it at his head.” Bruce ~”Well you were way off you fucking idiot.” Matson ~”What? Would you rather wanted me to shoot him in the head?” Summer ~”It would have helped if you did not shoot him at all.”

Then took a few steps back before focusing my gaze on her, “I am my mom’s daughter.” With that, I fished the gun that was tucked into the back of my waistband and then fired at the half-dead body on the other side of the basement. The sound of the gun going off rang in the dense basement, I fired, and I didn’t stop until the gun was empty. And 18 rounds later, Matteo was fuckin’ dead. May he rot in hell! “Noooooooooooooooooo…” Julia shrieked covering her ears in shock as her eyes remained glued on the corpse of Matteo.