The Bullet That Missed の小説・ストーリー

click. The sound of the empty chambers echoed in the vast factory, a countdown to death. Then, I threw the gun at Isabella's feet. "Your turn," I said, my voice devoid of heat. "Six chambers. Three bullets. Let's make it fair." "No! Dante! Please!" Isabella completely broke down, collapsing to her knees, snot and tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Don't..." "Pick it up." My voice was devoid of any warmth. "Or I'll make your father, your brother, every man in your family, play along with you."

Adrian's Pov The sound of the gunshot tore through the air like lightning. For a moment, everything froze, the echo bouncing off the metal walls, the smell of gunpowder, the sharp sting in my ears. I didn’t even realize I’d screamed until Soren turned toward me, his eyes wide, his hand instinctively reaching for me. But he wasn’t the one hit. Nathan stood a few feet away, his arm shaking as the gun lowered slightly. The bullet had missed Soren by inches, embedding into one o, the steel crates behind him.

"No!" He threw himself toward her. At that exact moment, the old man fired. The bullet flew across the tunnel. Nick reached Claire just in time and pushed her aside. The gunshot echoed loudly. Ariana screamed. "Nick!" He stumbled backward. For one terrifying second, no one knew if the bullet had hit him. Nick looked down. There was no blood. Instead, the bullet had struck the metal wall behind him. It had missed by only inches. The old man calmly aimed again. "This time, I won't miss."

I screamed as I was pushed to the side. I held onto my gun like it was my lifeline, my instincts flaring as I twisted around to shoot. I missed by a millimeter. Gasper dunked in alarm, his eyes widening at where the bullet grazed past his shoulder, leaving a tear in his puffer jacket. I didn’t wait for him to recover, I pulled the trigger the second time. And completely missed. Shit, shooting was much harder than I thought. On my third attempt, Gasper dashed forward and kicked the gun out of my hand.

The shot echoed through the alley like a scream. Ivy froze. My heart skipped. I looked down. No blood. He missed. Barely. The bullet hit a metal dumpster behind me, sending a clang through the still air. Ivy screamed. Eliot looked… pleased. Proud. Like he thought he had made a point. Like this was some final word. I turned fully toward him, my instincts taking over, my vision narrowing to a tunnel.

He grips the bag tightly and steps to the emergency elevator for exit, covering his eyes by the cap, because police will be here in any moment. "How many bullets did you use?" Lynn asks, when they both already got in the car. "Seven. Five missed. Before you say somethin' I would like you to remind you that I'm not a professional sniper." "Where are the another two?" he steers the wheel to the left of the road. "One drilled his patella, another one probably sleeping beside the tendons of his left elbow. I didn't get a good shot of him, the range was too much from the tower. Also you warned me to not shoot any human being there except Malum."

She growled, pointing the gun at me instead of the target. “Want to riddle me with rubber bullets?” I raised a brow. “They are rubber bullets?” She frowned. Of course, they were. I wasn’t giving a gun with real bullets to someone whose aim I wasn’t sure of. I didn’t have a death wish. She chose the chance to blame them. “No wonder I keep missing. Real bullets work differently.”

He's gone? The door to the closet suddenly banged and fell, and there I saw the man who I despised the most to. Holding a gun, he pulled the trigger and I felt my eyes widen as my heart began to beat slower. This was what I was anticipating right? To die? To get out of this hell? Then why am I having such regrets? I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet to pierce through me. "Inka" No. Don't. He's playing with you. Close your eyes.

He really is a clown and a devil. "I'm warning you both! I'm faster than a bullet! I'll give you a ten-second head start." Sheesh! It might get messy, so I should stand clear! "Y-You're joking! You can't dodge a bullet!" "*Bang! Bang! Bang!" "H-How are we missing!" "You're not missing. I'm just dodging everything! Well, that technically counts as a miss, but now you should get it... you have... no chance of escaping!"

In the other one’s pleading, we were distracted and didn’t see as the other had gotten up and grabbed a pistol that was knocked from his hand earlier. He was pointing the gun at Ethan, and I responded instinctually. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, or if I was really thinking at that moment. As if in slow motion, I saw as he pulled the trigger, and the bullet was released from the barrel. I threw myself in front of Ethan, but the bullet never hit me. The shot missed. The wolf whimpered and scurried after his friend, discouraged by missing his shot and not wanting to try again. I turned back to Ethan to hold him, thank him for saving me, kiss him until our faces turned blue, but Ethan was s