Novel & Cerita School Shooting Fiction

Aiden followed after him but made a motion with his hand, signaling that he was going to make himself scarce from the scene. The hate in his eyes screamed no mercy, and I knew he was going to pull the trigger. I swerved to the right, just in time to dodge the bullet that went flying out of his gun. The loud gunfire echoed in the empty lot, mingling with the grunts and angry yells coming from the men behind us. “Lucky shot,” I called out. His bushy brows dipped below the center of his forehead in fierce concentration, and his finger went down on the trigger again and again as he advanced forward like a robot programmed for destruction.

And while it might just be wishful thinking, I swear I felt like I was close to shifting… So I fought back – and much to my twin’s surprise, I was winning! But just as the adrenaline hit my blood and I was ready to take her down, I realized something. I could never beat Thea at her own game. Even if I won now, she would make up a story, fake tears, and have everyone eating out of her hands soon enough – well, everyone except the people I trusted... So I aimed the gun at somewhere where I remembered Ash once telling us that injuries there had the highest rate of survival. Closed my eyes and braced for the pain… And fuck me, but the pain was close to unbearable!

Everyone else chuckles as the man with the scar rises his gun, arm shaking as I look him in the eye. “You’ll be surprised what you learn in the Slums.” I deadpan, winking at the men as I raise my gun once more. "Well then I guess you’ll be just another Slums statistic when we kill you.” Blondie yells furiously, finger on the trigger. Unfortunately for them, they don’t get a chance to make good on that threat as Sky, Lia and Mia let bullets fly, killing each men with a shot to the heat for scar face, a shot to the head for blondie and a shot to the groin – which I believe is Sky’s shot – before I end the guy who’s ear I shot off with a shot to the head when he covers his now exploded groin.

“There’s no catch. You know I keep to my words. On the count of three, we both reach for the gun. One... “ I didn’t get to two before he was reaching for the gun and pointed it at my head. He pulled the trigger, but was surprised when no bullet came out. He tried four more times, and all he heard was a click. His eyes widened. “There’s no bullet in here.” “This was your chance to prove what type of father you are. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Guess what? You passed with flying colors.” He threw the revolver on the table. “This is bullshit.” I pulled the gun towards me, cocking the hammer before pulling the trigger. Fiore hissed in pain when the bullet

I want to know. There's still nothing in any news outlet, which is like super suspicious. A shooting in a club would make front news. "Apparently, your boy was some sort of hero." Phoebe's eyes go wide. "It was some random dude who just started swinging a gun wildly. He shot the one chick who I really don't like. Rumor has it that my brother-in-law jumped from the stairs like a ninja and tackled the shooter to the ground." "Oh really?" I smile. The story sounds a bit made up. I don't see Alessandro running after a guy himself, maybe he'll send Evil Eyes.

Then red spots suddenly appeared on his shirt, and he began to crumble. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The fire alarm sounded and mixed with screams and cries. Just as fast as it began, the shooting stopped. Kids were lying in the bleachers, trying to conceal themselves from the shooters. Others were sprawled across the benches, and some were on the floor. Jared slowly released his grip on Christine and dropped to the floor. From the corner of her eye, Christine saw Liam slump across the bleachers. Christine looked up at her attacker. He smiled wickedly as he raised his gun. At that moment, the west door to the gym swung open violently and Mitchell Kays strode in with a gu

The scream never made it past my lips. One moment I was hurrying through the narrow alley behind the university library, earbuds blasting lo-fi beats, hoodie pulled tight against the biting November wind, my mind tangled in the half-finished essay waiting on my laptop. The next, I was frozen in the shadows, eyes wide as a man in a tailored black coat pressed a gun to another man’s forehead and pulled the trigger.

Robbin looked at the gun beside her. Determined not to let these men get away with killing her family, she aimed at the head of the man who shot her uncle. Fueled by anger and adrenaline, she waited as they walked towards the body of the man with the large bag, then pulled the trigger, hitting the side of his head. Her uncle's gun lessons paid off. The recoil knocked her a little off balance, but she took aim again. Startled by the sudden gunshot and shocked to see the body of his friend, the man who shot her aunt looked around frantically, trying to figure out where the shot came from. She shot again but missed her target, hitting him instead at the back of his leg. Following the sound, he

The police storms into the warehouse, guns blazing, their shouts mingling with the cacophony of chaos. Vinnie and his men returns the fire, the sound of gunshots echoing off the rusted metal walls. The air filled with a thick fog of gunpowder and fear, and the reality of the violent confrontation settled in. In the midst of the chaos, Vinnie’s eyes were drawn to Ling, who moved with a fierce determination despite the danger surrounding her. Her gun was drawn, and she navigated through the maze of crates and debris, intent on taking down the criminals she had pursued for so long. Vinnie took aim, his finger tightening on the trigger, a rush of adrenaline surging through him. Suddenly, a deafe

"This corner is always deserted. I watched you. You were foolish to come this way alone. You didn't even know I was following you from the gate. I’m not surprised. You always make bad decisions, Elena. That’s why you’re going to die in a gutter." Her finger tightened on the trigger, and I saw her knuckle turn white. I knew what was coming, so I closed my eyes tightly. A strange sense of peace washed over me. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was better to leave a world where love was a lie and family was just a cage. The gunshot rang out. It was loud, echoing off the walls of the nearby houses. I flinched, waiting for the pain, waiting for the darkness. But it never came.