Novel & Cerita School Shooting Fiction

he added as he headed towards the door. The other humans were filtering out, now that there was good news, leaving the Triquetra and Talen in the room alone. “There was a shooting at the school,” Heath said to Talen. “Aislen went to pick up an art book that she had left there when she was a student,” his eyes flicked to Rhett, and Talen wondered at the significance, other than that Rhett was another artist. “From what I have heard, when the shooting began, she was in the reception and told the receptionist to sound the alarm, and then Aislen,” he began shaking his head as if trying to prevent her from doing it. “Ran out to stop the gunman.”

Dante and Asher right there with us, shooting from their knees while bullet holes flick through the walls around us, demolishing everything with a loud echo following every trigger pull. Dante and Ryder take turns in firing back at Marcell's men, the hoard of gunfire absolutely overwhelming. I try to stay small, hiding behind the podium, and I feel an odd pang of comfort when Asher brushes his hand over my tear-streaked, flushed cheek. He nods firmly, turning to incite more chaotic gunfire into the room. This club is going to be nothing but walls with thousands of holes poked through them and several dead bodies when we're done with this war. It wasn't even supposed to be a war!

“To be honest, I thought you were going to bail.” “Why?” I placed my gun case on the coffee table carefully with a frown. “Well, girls like you aren’t usually into this sort of thing.” “Girls like me?” I asked, confused. He flushed. “Hot.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Listen, my cousin got me into it and I liked it. I don’t know, maybe I was a sniper in a past life and this satisfies some latent itch.” He seemed to like that idea. “Or maybe you were some warrior huntress…”

I closed my eyes, filling my head with cute bunnies and kittens, sunshine, rainbows, my sons, Dante… Memories of the nightmare struck, and my mind was hunted by gunshots and blood—lots of blood. It was first the scene of Ken being shot over and over, again and again. Then it changed to Dante, Liam, Michael, and Nathan, sprawled on the ground, unconscious, bleeding from bullet holes in their backs, dying…

He would choose to smile while he signed the order because smiling during bad work had become second nature. She pictured a gunshot in a dim parking garage. The way noise behaves under concrete. The echo that makes your heart stop long enough to remember that hearts can stop. She pictured Nico’s body in a suit he hadn’t finished wearing, the day still trapped in the folds. She pictured Rocco dropping a step behind him, not because Rocco hadn’t seen the bullet coming but because sometimes men are too loyal to their bosses to duck. She pictured herself with blood on her shoes and the pharmacy light of the garage making the red look brown and saying this is your fault because you wanted a thing

And for a flicker of a second, I let myself believe a simple, perfect life might actually be possible. I thought I could walk away from this house, from my brother, from everything Niko left behind. And I almost did. Until the gunshot. It wasn't from downstairs. It was close. Too close. I pulled back before my brain could catch up. My body already knew. Everything in me screamed to stay. To hold on to the dream we'd just made real. But dreams don't bleed. Families do. I lunged to the drawer, hand gripping the cold steel of my gun.

​At that exact moment, a red laser dot appeared on the scarred man's forehead. ​Crack. ​The man slumped over. But he wasn't the only one who fired. ​From the shadows of the warehouse, a second shooter—one we hadn't seen—pulled the trigger. ​I watched in slow motion as the bullet headed straight for the children. ​"NO!" Liam screamed, throwing himself across the distance, his body a human shield. ​The bullet has been fired. Liam has thrown himself into its path. Does he survive his first act of true fatherhood, and who is the second shooter hiding in the dark?

Anything was better than what would happen tomorrow…. I reached for the gun he had forgotten and placed it on my forehead. Before my parents could react, I pulled the trigger. My mom's scream was the last sound I heard before I fell on the rug. THE END

“I’ll just get rid of the both of you and make it look like you killed each other. Won’t that be lovely? Anyway…” His index finger landed on the trigger, intensifying the tension approaching the space. “I’ll really miss you Amir and you too Chloe.” He finally applied pressure on the trigger and Chloe reacted. Without much thought, she jumped in front of Amir, made her back face the approaching bullet, closed her eyes and waited for the feeling that comes with lead penetrating through the human skin. The loud sound came first, then a loud thud on the ground followed. *AUTHOR’S NOTE With every ounce of sincerity, I apologize to all my readers for failing to update this story for a while. Apart

Sherri pulls out her phone and sighs. "Let me call my brother. If you hear yelling, just ignore it. Sometimes, he overreacts." She puts the phone to her ear. I can't blame Jon if he does overreact. Sherri had a gun pointed at her. "Hey Jon, I wanted to let you know that someone broke into the shop while I was there. He had a gun. I shot him in the knee, and now he's taking a pit stop at the hospital before going to jail. I gotta go bye." Before she can hang up the phone, I can hear her brother on the other end.