The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

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."

I couldn't miss. With one eye shot and one eye opened, I pulled the trigger. "Argh!" I heard the man groan out loud. It seemed I had missed his head, and the bullet had pierced deep into his left arm instead. I was able to tell the shock from the dropped jaw and paled look. He must be shocked to see me here standing before him, even after he had left so many men back to kill me. But I thought they should know best thinking such little men could hold me down.

I wasn't going to let Rino see me kill something just because he told me to. At the very last second, I jerked the barrel to the left. The gunshot exploded through the woods, the recoil slamming the rifle’s stock into my shoulder. The bullet tore into a thick oak tree several feet away from the buck, sending a shower of bark and splinters into the air. The deer bolted instantly, a flash of brown and white disappearing into the thick fog in a heartbeat. I stayed there, pinned beneath Rino’s weight, my chest heaving, I turned my head slightly, my lips inches from his, "Oops," I whispered, a tiny smile playing on my face, "I missed."

He looked directly at the point on his chest where the bullet would have hit him but the bullet didn't reach there. He looked up just to find the bullet between Grace's fingers. She had caught it with her fingers. She turned back in the direction where the bullet had come from. She threw it right through the leaves into Dennis' forehead. It was Dennis who had shot the gun. The bullet pierced his forehead, into his brain and escaped behind his head to hit a tree behind him, like it was shot from a gun. Raymond gasped. Another wonder to him. He couldn't decide if he was to regret creating the vaccine or he should be happy. He couldn't think again. He watched with his mouth open as Dennis body

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.

The gun she saw in my hands and smiled, but smiling with amusement, not belief. “You’re Celine Moretti, I presume,” she said. Her voice was meek,almost musical and with the trace of an accent I couldnt identify. I shot with no warning, no hesitation. The bullet missed, knocking a hole through the bathroom door rather than striking her. I was shaking too much from the adrenaline to get a good aim; my limbs moved so erratically they had nearly knocked me off balance.

Although this man wasn’t exactly a marksman, it was easy enough to shoot an unsuspecting victim at such a close range. After a gunshot was heard, everyone froze in place. The bullet blasted through the night sky and went directly toward Zeppelin Wayne. Clang… Amidst light and fire, one wondered if Zeppelin had reached the point where he was fast enough to dodge a bullet or if he was just lucky. The bullet missed Zeppelin’s body but hit his Dragon Blade.

Did he… miss? Another second passed, and he turned pale. The hand holding a gun lowered to his side. Did I shoot him? My heart thundered against my chest. My ribs shrank, limiting my breathing to shallow gasps. I wasn't wounded. Not severely. Not by his bullet. But he got hit. He must have gotten shot, but where? It was hard to spot blood on the black shirt and black combat pants he was wearing. After a heartbeat, he fell to his knees. His weapon dropped to the ground. I gulped. The shooter opened his mouth, releasing a thick stream of blood. His eyes drifted to the right, where Aiden was. I followed his line of sight… "Aiden," I breathed out. He had his hand holding a gun lifted barely inch

I fired seven times in a row, but all went out, only one hit the target, but it was just luck on the edge. Aliyah was also very patient to watch from the side; she showed no discomfort when I missed the shot. I looked at the target in the distance several times, calmed my breathing, and pulled the trigger. This time I didn't shoot in quick succession; I shot once and then stopped again. If so, I can avoid waste by adjusting the deviation with the bullet.

It was either the culprit had a bad aim, or I was just incredibly lucky to have been missed. "Shit!" Martinez cussed, before hitting the gas and steering us out of there. "Are you hurt?" He asked, and I willed myself to shake my head. My breathing was uneven, as I leaned back on the seat with widened eyes. The bullet literally missed my head by just mere inches, and that was all I could think of. There seemed to be another vehicle right behind us and from the look of things, we were being chased. Martinez had a determined look on his face, as he fully focused on the steering wheel.