Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

Gray smiles and kisses my forehead. " I'll be fine. Don't worry." I smile at him and pick up the cartridge. I carefully load into the gun and point at the chart. " Wait who thought you how to load that?" He asks. I chuckle. " Once in a while , i release my inner demon. I sort of like watching stuff like this on the internet." I say and squeeze the trigger and shoot. I missed. " And you freaked out when you saw me pull out a gun." He chuckles behind me and straighten my hand.

she asks, pointing to a brightly lit carnival game where oversized plush toys hang tantalizingly out of reach. Aaron looks down at her, then at the game. It’s a shooting game, rigged to be impossibly difficult. Most people lose their money within seconds. He hands the salesman a couple of bills and shoots every single target perfectly. The startled man behind the counter fumbles with the prize, clearly unaccustomed to such precision. My eyes roll jokingly. Of course, he’ll get the shots perfectly.

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

"Do it." Nobody spoke. Gunner slowly walked out of the room and returned three minutes later with the heavy black case that held the club's tattoo equipment. He set it on the table without looking me in the eye. I sat in the wooden chair. Justin plugged the machine in. The sharp buzz filled the silent room. Justin stood in front of me, his hands shaking slightly as he held the gun, the needle dripping with the permanent black ink. He looked at my chest, at the Reaper crest I had worn with pride since I was twenty years old.

Red continued, "and Dax always has a Diet Cola." "Ten years sober," Dax said proudly. "Nice to meet you," I said. "Over here is Grim and his brother Gunner." Red motioned to two men probably about his age, both fit and imposing. Grim wore his hair in a mohawk, and Gunner's was shaved bald. "Beer on tap, and Irish whiskey," Red denoted their drinks of choice. Then he reached across the bar and took Gunner's hand. "Gunner's also my mate."

They had it all there. But what caught my attention most was the shooting range. I gasped in excitement and rushed over to it. I found different rifles and guns, displayed on the wall. The one that caught my attention most was the Glock 17, a semi-automatic pistol. "Uh, please be careful with... that," Trevor's speech slowed. I had already picked the gun and installed the magazine. I flipped the safety off and aimed at the practice target. I didn't bother to put on the headphones to block out the noise.

he said. "gun please." she said, and Gavin grinned and handed a silver-coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock over to her. "Here you go. I got this custom made for you." He handed her the gun along with silver bullets. Karen collected it squealing with joy. "Do you have golden bullets too?" She asked, and Gavin arched his eyebrow. "Got you covered on that one too." And he handed her golden coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock with golden bullets too.

I watch with excitement as the four-tier shelf slides down and a small selection of guns are put on display in front of me. I take the A.W.M Sniper Rifle. "Do you know how to use one of those?" Neriman scoffs sarcastically as she slides her shades down an inch on the bridge of her nose. I roll my eyes, "Ofcourse I do." I mutter, hitting the red button on the wall by the guns. "I'm not just a handsome prick with an ego to match." I flick her a wink as I recall Mila's words she once used to describe me when we were in the midst of a heated argument.

The TVs on the stage had caught fire and, in their glow, I could make out the seven foot shadow of the big Skoger holding a deer rifle. “Shit.” I looked down at my little bag of rocks and then back over to the giant plucking a round out of his pocket to reload, eyeing a couple of kids that were trying to climb the fence across the lot. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

"It's nothing.." He pulls aside his business blazer flap and points an index finger at the gun holstered to his belt. "You'll be handling this baby tomorrow!" "Um.." I let out a nervous chuckle as I stare at his weapon. "Not so soon, I'm not ready yet, I'll stick with the paintball bullets and stuff." "Don't be afraid! It's super fun!" Bev assures matter of factly. "And thrilling!"