Stick Figure Violence Novels & Stories

Bruce, weakened and disoriented, could only brace himself for the impending onslaught. Max, known for his brutality in interrogations, took the lead. With a vicious strike, he aimed for Bruce's already battered face. The impact was savage, causing blood to spurt from Bruce's mouth. Each blow served as a chilling reminder of the power these men wielded and their complete disregard for human suffering.

“Maybe you’re stronger than you look, but you’re certainly not very smart are you?” They laugh again, and then Alice gestures for one member of the group to move forward. My stomach drops when I realize he’s holding a stick. He hands it to Alice. “This is going to be fun.” Alice rears back and I close my eyes just as the stick makes contact with my stomach with a thud. By the time the third person takes their turn with the stick it’s almost easy ignore the sound of my ribs cracking under the weight of their blows. I inhale sharply, as another hit lands, but grit my teeth. I will not beg them for mercy.

he muttered to himself Then louder "Too bad.. they're all going to blow up. Another wild, savage laughter resonated He raised the stick again and turned toward Silvio's motionless body. But just as the weapon came down-Silvio's hand shot up and caught it. His eyes snapped open. Rage burned in them. Silvio pushed himself up, blood pouring down his brow. Without a word, he seized the stick and advanced. "Thwack" He smashed it over Marco's legs. "Thwack" Another hit, this time to the head. And then..he slammed the stick straight into Marco's stomach. Marco choked, blood spilling from his mouth. He let out a hoarse laugh..a pathetic, broken sound. He collapsed, face twisted in pain, but sti

"It's no excuse for stealing." "Give it up," QuickShot orders, preparing another arrow. She pulls back her bowstring and aims an arrow at the villain. The villain closes his hands as he prepares to charge us, he instead turns around and grabs something. Grabbing what looks like a bunch of long metal sticks, he starts to swing them wildly around. "Watch out," Ms. Justice says, jumping over one of the sticks. Landing on her knees, she brings up her shield and blocks another swing. However, due to the giant's strength, she's still forced back a little.

She pulled the trigger once more but she was already late. Zia had landed a heavy kick on her stomach that she fired at the ceiling repeatedly till her gun went out of bullets, her body dropping hard on the ground. Zia had turned wild, she sent several blows and kicks at Zichi making her wail out it pain. She didn't spare her face . Zia took the stained knife before slicing Zichi's face, drawing a star sign on it , leaving trail of blood behind her.

She grabbed me by my hair and in agonizing pain; I rammed my elbow backwards, feeling it connect to something boney. Zariya fell like I did. She rolled over and lunged to grab my leg. I kicked her hand away. I picked up a stone, kneeled over her, raised my weapon and slammed it in her face repeatedly. At one point, I dropped the stone and punched at her smashed face. Her head bounced to the left, causing me to slam my fist into the rock-hard ground. The pain didn’t bother me because all I felt was anger and hatred.

With rage in his eyes, he launched his fist to my face. Bad fucking move. I slapped his fist with my one hand and the other swung around his side, hitting him right in the stomach. "Ugh!" he yelped and fell to the floor. This is too damn easy, it’s not even fair. Biggie and Scrawny glared at me as they struggled to get back up. Not wasting any time, I picked up one of the fallen wooden planks from the floor and swung it around, hitting both Biggie and Scrawny in the process. They both went tumbling down again as the board cracked in two. There were traces of blood on the cracked edges too.

"And I am not against violence." Gia again told him as she start eating her food again while he raised his brow questioning her sanity. "I will never hit you Gia. Why would I hit you?" He tried to tell her. He was against violence and people should never hit or abuse their partners but this thing was common among wolves. They lose control when they are angry. "I ... w a s... t a l k i n g... a b o u t .. m e." Sylvester choked on his food. Did she just threaten him that she could hit him in future.

Then I proceeded to stomp on his hand, the sound of bones breaking muffled by the sounds of him screaming. I repeated the motion over and over again until his hand was a broken mess. I repeated the same motion for his right hand. When I was done, my nostrils twitched as the putrid smell of urine hovered in the air. “P-please, put me out of my misery,” he pleaded in Italian, on the brink of losing consciousness. I kicked him in the ribs, hard enough it shattered his bones. Having my fill of violence and vengeance, I drove a bullet through his skull, his blood and brain exploding onto the ground.

"I don't see any men here. Just little bitches with their tales stuck between their legs. Come at me, I'm getting bored." "You little—" Instead of finishing his words he moves forward to attack me. I made a move as if I was going to punch him, but instead, I used my favorite beating stick to knock his feet off the ground. The bigger they are the harder they fall. His face made contact with the ground and he groaned in pain.