The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

" This will be the last time we see each other, Chloe darling, any last words?" I don't say anything and he shrugs. He looks at me for a minute, before turning around to walk out. " Goodbye." Those are my last words, before I pull out the gun from under the pillow and shoot him. I take another shot before my hand grows tired and the gun drops beside me. I hear his body drop to the floor before that clink sound of metal, on the floor. The smell of smoke hits my nose, before I see the trail of fire enter into the room, fast. My body is beyond exhausted and I'm afraid that if I don't try move now, I might not make it alive.

I hissed. I took aim and fired, a bullet piercing his heart. His body slumped, life leaving his eyes, and I felt a grim sense of closure. After a moment, I pulled another gun from my pocket, checked its load, and cocked it. I spared one last glance at Sinclair's lifeless form before twisting the doorknob and stepping back out into the world outside. The gunshots had alerted the rest of his men, and they rushed at me with anger and desperation in their eyes. I had no intention of playing games. I raised my gun, targeting their heads one after another, and squeezed the trigger with both hands.

The sound of the gunshot is deafening, echoing off the hangars and into the New Jersey night. I watch in a daze as Lydia falls, the woman who built me collapsing like a house of cards. The cycle of Cambridge is finally over. Ron stands over her, his chest heaving, before turning to me. He reaches out a hand, his eyes softening as he looks at the broken remains of "The Ledger." "It's over, Zli," he says. "We're going home." I look at the gun in my hand, then at the body on the roof. I finally let the weapon drop. For the first time in twenty years, the debt is paid.

He begged with his cry, making it louder until my ears hurt to hear it. I smiled sweetly, deliberately making him feel like he was in the hell of the world. “I am a trained Gunslinger. You should be proud to die at the hands of a woman whose parents you killed.” “No! No!” He shook his head brutally. “Goodbye. See you in hell!” I pulled the trigger, and within seconds, the bullet went through his forehead.

Just as those words left his mouth, he used his other hand to hold a gun pointed at his head, Piero's aim set on his boss as well. Silently looking around himself, he gave one last glance to Nicole's unconscious body before turning back to the man before him. Grasping the weapon offered to him, Salvatore felt the familiar weight of his most frequently used gun, realizing that this would the last of his adventures. This is the last time he'd ever see Nicole, the last time he'd get to feel the wind blow through his hair, and the last time he'd have seen his family. Salvatore would never have kids of his own. He would never have the pleasure of seeing his nieces and nephew grow to be adults. Th

Tucked firmly into the holster was the gun Sloane had promised him. Conner stared at the weapon in silence for a few moments, then gently fingered the polished handle, rubbing the smooth surface ever so lightly with his fingertips. Finally, he eased the gun from the holster. The .38 felt strange, yet familiar in his hand. Conflicting emotions and memories flooded into his brain, but he quickly shut them off. Those feelings were of no use to him. They had no place in the current situation. He had thought he would never hold one of these again, had promised himself and promised Cecilia, but last night had proved his decision to be a selfish, shortsighted one. And because of it, a crazed killer

". My capabilities are unknown to you. With a grim expression, his cheek was like that of vengeful victor. "We'll find out about it, shall we?" He replied. The last push had come. Our final position had been secured. The ensuing chaos was reaching its pinnacle, the aura of wonder about to swallow up everything inside me. The task at hand was my responsibility to manage it. I had to focus. Rylan stepped forward, hoisting his own gun. "This is the end, Seraphina.". The end of everything. ".

His eyes kept glancing down at his guns. I immediately realized what was happening. Mira was trying to make him expend all his bullets. Phoenix didn’t have his sword and even if he did it would be useless to Mira. So once his guns ran out of bullets, he would be done. My eyes widened as I realized that at the rate we were going it was inevitable. Then Phoenix fired for the last time. All I heard were two clicks replacing the loud bangs from earlier. “No.” Mira noticed and turned straight towards Phoenix.