Matans Shooter Novels & Stories

They weren't letting this one take out their platoon-man or woman. "See the thickness around the chest?" Matt said to Stephon. "Got it. He's not getting any closer." Matt hunkered down and watched his friend's steady pull of the trigger. The loud pop echoed; his earplugs made it sound like a dull thud. "Chest shot, but no explosion." Stephon lined up his rifle sight. Matt rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. Want me to try?" Matt felt a tap on his shoulder and looked behind him at the platoon leader who had crawled over.

My finger rests gently on the trigger. They shout, but I lift my voice over them, calm and sharp. “Un’altra mossa e gli sparo. Vi giuro su Dio.” One more move and I shoot him. I swear to God. The man beneath me trembles slightly. I feel it through my knees. “Matias non sarà contento se uno dei suoi muore per vostra stupidità.” Matias won’t be pleased if one of his own dies because of your stupidity. That does it. They hesitate, now conflicted.

, said him. "So you killed her inspite of her being loyal. Now you are going to kill me?", I asked him. "I don't have any other way. I will blame everything on him", said him looking at Matt. "I like to see you try", said Matt grabbing at his gun. I screamed and there was a shot. My eyes went wide and saw that it missed Mrs Morgan by a second. She was lying on the ground scared but safe. Matt was still trying to over power a mad man.

"Crawl. Do not stand up." I crawled over the broken glass. The cold wind howled through the shattered window, freezing the sweat on my skin. Sloane grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the concrete wall of the corridor. Bianca was right next to her, pale and shaking. The private elevator dinged, the doors flew open. Matteo and Dante rushed out, their guns raised. "Who did it?" Matteo yelled. His eyes searched the ruined living room. "Where is the shooter?" "Gone," Sloane said coldly. "It was a sniper from the south tower."

It was at the gates of Pines Ridge and Matthew's men arrived quickly. The man, however, wasn't scared at all, but put his hand out to Serena, "Serena, come here." Serena looks down, pulls out the gun Matthew is holding and aims it at him. "You're going to kill me?" There was no rise or fall in his voice, just such a simple statement. "Bang!" Answering him was one of Serena's bullets. The man was shot in the shoulder and looked up at her.

He only made it a few feet before someone lunged for him. Matt dropped his gun and rolled to the side. In a swift movement, he lifted his handgun and shot the man in the head. The body slumped to the ground. Matt turned and began firing off shots, gesturing for us to run. I shoved Fiona ahead of me as we tore across the ground. We reached the side of the building, where Ted and his boyfriend Andrew were crouched, large guns on their shoulders. Around the other side of the compound, the fighting grew louder and more violent.

It left with a loud bang. "I asked again, who shot them?." She looked right into my eyes."You don't wish to know…" I hit my hand harder on the table, and that created a hole. "Who fucking shot them?." I yelled. "You…" The black veins crawling up my neck disappeared quickly and the rage on my eyes turned to shock. "I did.." My hands began shaking, I staggered backwards..

It revealed Matthias putting a gun at him and Shawna who was naked on the bed with her hands and mouth tied. Dillion walked into the room his eyes fixed on the weeping Shawna. Matthias immediately released a shot from his gun and it hit Dillion on his shoulder. Shawna gasped in fear. Dillion only got more angry, as Matthias made to shot him again he started walking towards him. Matthias released a shot again but Dillion dogged it and grabbed him. "I'll enjoy killing you" Dillion growled like a beast. Dillion held him tightly on his neck and the gun Matthias was holding fell off his hand. Dillion pined Matthias to the wall and pressed him hard against it.

He pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed like a final judgment. Warren Blackwell’s reign ended in fire and blood. Even as Kane stood over Warren’s corpse, Matteo knelt beside Lucien, pressing his hands desperately against the wound in his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining the floor. “Stay with me!” Matteo roared. “Don’t you dare leave us!” Rem, who had stood frozen at the doorway, finally raised his weapon. His shot struck Warren’s corpse just a second too late — a useless echo of vengeance. But it mattered. To him, it mattered. His sister’s tormentor was gone.

Certain. As though an invisible hand had settled against the back of my neck and refused to let go. I glanced behind me. Only trees. Fog drifted between the trunks. Leaves trembled in the light wind, and somewhere far to my right, a woman screamed. The sound ended abruptly. One hunter had already made his choice. I faced forward again. “Not me,” I whispered. Not yet. I needed Ronan to catch me. But on my terms. After I had led him away from the officials. After I had tested his strength. After I had learned whether the weapons hidden against my body could draw his blood.