School Shooting Fiction Novels & Stories

My eyes burned with terror and we all walked out of the house, armed and ready for war. The engines hummed speedily into the roads and we sped off. The boys with the bikes shot with brutality and did just as they were told. I sat with Matteo, smoking softly and the car swerved speedily into the club, beneath it was the pit. I dived out ruggedly, the sweat drops ran through my head burned the soil. My rifle and with a loud scream, we stormed into the club and shot brutally, spraying bullets all around the corner. There was one bitch that hid by the corner and was with a sniper, taking out my boys. He thought I didn't see him.

A gun was fired in front of them, but the bullet missed and hit the wall. Fabian and Loretta turned back and found three men coming towards them, one with a gun. Fabian recognized the man with the gun; it was the shooter. Slowly, Fabian asked Loretta to stay behind him as he stood ready to fight. "Come on, guys, why are you doing this? Whatever Delia offered you, I'll double it." The shooter started laughing and came closer. "What if I told you that seeing you bleed and suffer is the only payment we want?" the shooter answered.

Sienna said as her finger tightened on the trigger, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable. As the room filled with the deafening sound of a gunshot, I let out a piercing scream that echoed through the air. "Ahhhhhh." Pain seared through my shoulder as a bullet entered my flesh, sending me sprawling to the floor. The room spun around me as I clutched my wounded arm, gasping for breath. "Ahhhhhhh," I cried out in anguish as the pain was excruciating. Blood soaked through my torn and dirty clothing, staining the cold floor beneath me. Sienna's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sliced through the air like a blade.

I caught a glimpse of some men pulling another humanoid figure, probably a female, as soon as they stepped in front of a vehicle headlamp, my heart dropped. A man groan and fall as I pulled the trigger, the others took cover behind some cars parked, while one of them pull the female into a building. I crouch behind a wall as the endless shooting begins, a low growl beside me gets my attention, but I was faster to stab the staggering zombie in the forehead, it froze and drop as I pulled out the knife. As soon as the shooting stopped, I shift out of cover and fired another bullet, but I missed. The men retaliate with another round of shooting, they seem not to be bothered about running out of

Every pull of the trigger was a release, every fallen guard a step closer to freedom. Victor roared in fury, his eyes locking onto me as I stepped into the courtyard. “You!” He bellowed, drawing his gun, but I was ready for him. “I told you I’d kill you one day.” I spat, raising my weapon. He fired first, but his aim was off, the bullet grazed my shoulder, searing pain shooting through me but I didn't stop. I aimed for his chest and pulled the trigger, the bullet hit its mark. Victor staggered, his gun falling from his hand as he dropped to his knees. His face twisted in shock as blood spread across his shirt.

"If you kill me, you'll regret it!" Black t-shirt shoots Rodrigo right in the face. He falls to the ground with a thud. As soon as Rodrigo's dead, he starts walking towards me. I try to back away, but my back hits the car. He squints down at me. He presses the muzzle of his gun to my forehead. It reminds me of the shooter, who too pointed his gun at me at the club. I will myself to close my eyes, but I can't do it. This is it. This is how I'm going to die. My hearts beating so fast I'm afraid it'll give out before the bullet hits me.

“Motherfucker!” There is a half-naked man coming out of a room. “Correre!” he yaps at the woman. The woman pushes past me and dashes out of the apartment. I look at Liam holding his arm tight. His gun clatters against the floor. Blood oozed through his fingers, spilling all over his shirt. This is not how we planned it. I suck in a lungful of air and aim the gun at the man. I shoot. The gun tosses out of his grip and slides across the room. Tony falls against the wall behind him, back gliding against the wall until he is on his butt. “Erghh!”

He said in a mocking way. “No, you are not doing that!” I yelled and charged towards him. The gun was in between us as each of us fought for dominance. I have a lot to lose so I better not lose. Matthew is just a rich guy who had his heart broken and decided this is his way of revenge. The sound of the gunshot and the pain that followed made me still to my bones. “Victor!” I could hear Madison screaming as the FBI breached taking down the doors of the mall. Tears flowed down my eyes and I dropped to the floor.

she whispered. Amy froze. Ellie’s hand slid into Amy’s coat, found the gun at her waist, cocked it with trained precision and raised it. One shot, the crack of it shattered through the club like thunder. The man behind Amy screamed, blood exploded from his shoulder and he dropped the weapon. Amy spun around, eyes wide the man was on the ground, writhing, screaming, arm mangled. Amy didn’t hesitate, she stepped forward, fired one clean shot into his hand—shattering bone, the gun went flying. Silence in the club, absolute silence.

He was a prisoner now, a pawn in my game of survival. The sounds of gunfire erupted, echoing through the desolate house. They came in waves, each one a deafening roar that vibrated through my bones. I felt the sting of another bullet, this time in my left arm, a sharp, hot pain that quickly dissolved into a dull ache. I tasted metal in my mouth, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. But I didn't falter. I squeezed my eyes shut, the blood pulsing in my ear, and shot. One man went down, his skull splatter against the wall, a grotesque crimson stain blooming on the white plaster. The second fell with a gurgling scream, the bullet tearing through his neck. My legs moved with the instinctual