The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

Amy didn’t want to believe it, but she knew a bullet went through her window. The first bullet that entered Amy’s car exited through the driver’s side window after missing her head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy’s short blonde hair before exiting through her driver’s side window. She looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver-side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9-millimeter pistol into Amy’s BMW.

The machine clicks, capturing images to check for further internal damage. The bullet caused some significant damage. It tore through muscle tissue, causing extensive bleeding and bruising around the entry point. Luckily, it missed any major arteries, which prevents immediate life-threatening blood loss. There’s a noticeable tear in the flesh that Doctor Grey carefully examines to determine the extent of muscle impairment. Upon reaching the internal organs, the bullet narrowly avoided the lungs, sparing them from direct harm. However, it created a painful shockwave effect that slightly bruised one of the lungs, likely to cause difficulty in breathing for a short duration.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please, God,” I whispered. “Just let her live. Just let her live. I’ll fix the rest. I swear, I’ll fix everything.” Time folded in on itself. Minutes dragged into an hour, then another until she finally returned. Dr. Hamidi walked toward us, her coat wrinkled, gloves pulled off, her brows slightly furrowed. We all stood at once. She glanced at her clipboard. “Mr. Romano—the male patient. The bullet missed his organs, but he lost a lot of blood. He’s under sedation. We’re monitoring his vitals, but…” she hesitated.

But definitely not by missed shots. If I wanted to go back to killing, I would do the whole thing with dignity. But almost hitting Adrian wasn't the most annoying part —missing my target was. “Hey!” Adrian walked over. “I know playing fair has never been part of the rules, but can we squeeze in a little dignity.” I clocked the gun. “I never miss, Adrian. And you know that.” I looked up at him. “It was just...a slip.” “It was my fault,” Michelle stepped forward. “A spider crawled under my skin and I got scared.”

Every drop blood in my body was frozen, my stomach tightened, and my grip on the trigger tightened even more as I delivered yet another bullet right into Quinn’s forehead before the gun slipped from my hand. What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t he dead? I made sure I didn’t miss a vital point— Fuck! No! My mind drifted to the moment I was about to shoot back when we were in the warehouse, I’d caught a glimpse of Maeve, and she’d been so weak that she looked like she was about to fall. At that moment… so that I could get to her before she falls, I’d missed. I thought I shot Quinn right through the heart, but I’d missed.

Bang! A loud sound of a gun almost made him deaf but he didn’t blink. His eyes were focused on their moving target. Unluckily, the man missed. Damon moved a little closer to the right, missing the bullet. He spared a quick look at Harper who was shaken by the second shot. She was covering her mouth with her both hands.

Sean adjusted the gun to his taste and then removed the safety catch and I knew he was about to take the shot. He took the shot and I held my breath, expecting to fall any instance but I remained standing and wondered why. I opened my eyes to see alit of our spectators release the breath they had been holding. What had gone wrong, I wondered. I had been so sure, Sean would hit his mark. The silver bullet was lying on the floor. 'You failed', I said, matter of factly. 'Mt turn!'

I said. Sprinting to the bathroom, I grabbed my emergency kit. I cut his shirt open with scissors. There was a lot of blood on his torso. I tried to repress my fear and turned my brain off for any other thoughts in order to let my instincts take over. My hands moved swiftly, swabbing the area and ignoring his faint groan. The only light was from my windows. The bullet hadn’t exited. “Of course not,” I breathed and focused once more. I’d never done a removal except in one simulation before but I knew I had to risk it.

The gun fired. The bullet missed by an inch, whizzing past Riven's ear and smashing into the wall behind him. Riven ducked instantly, eyes wide. "You almost killed me!" he shouted, half in shock, half in sarcastic disbelief. Bella's mouth opened in horror. "Oops," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head rapidly and gesturing that it was an accident. "Give me the gun," he demanded, stepping forward. She panicked again. Another accidental pull.

Clara opened her eyes and met Dylan's cold stare. She could see the steam from the nose if the pistol. Her ears still whirred a little. She turned slowly and saw a hole in the space beside he head on the chair she sat on. A bullet was embedded in it. A real bullet! He had deliberately missed her head. Even so, this was unexpected. Did he really just shoot at her? "Is that supposed to scare me?" she mustered up the courage to say.