Warning Shot Movie Novels & Stories

All those heroes in movies never had freaking safety thingies on their guns! “Give me back my gun bitch!” Logan shouted, diving at her. “No!” Jane screamed, fighting back and in the midst of the struggle between a woman still bound to her chair and a man high on cocaine, the gun’s safety switched off and BANG! The gun went off. A shot was fired.

WHAM! I slam into Mailan, and Duplass topples onto me, as our SUV spins out and does a 180. When the car comes to a halt, I look out and see dark shapes through the splintered windshield. “WATCH OUT, GET DOWN!” Duplass screams. I see him go for a gun. Mailan unbuckles his seatbelt, then mine, and throws open the door. “Come on!” he yells. We fall onto the asphalt amidst broken safety glass.

I warned my men knowing fully well that the detonator shot gun was actually a sequel to the first bullet that was led to deal the finishing blow. While avoiding the gore with another epic looking suicide dive, I managed to ascertain with my blurred view and ringing ears that everyone was alright. “Is everyone alright!” I couldn’t be too sure considering my drunken state so had to voice out for any signs of being wrong. “Screech!!!” The tyres of our assailant’s vehicle seemingly spoke to their attempt at fleeing the scene.

"If I was a cop, would it be a good idea to point a gun at me?" The man's hand wavered. "It is a warning for you to leave. I don't know who you're talking about!" "Drop the gun," Mitch said calmly. "Leave my bar!" The man snarled. Mitch sighed again. He could easily disarm the man, but he didn't come here with violence. He wanted - The gun went off, rocking the whole bar and filling it with Gunsmoke. Mitch was thrown backward by the bullet. "I warned you," the man stammered. "I fucking warned you..."

The first thing that came to Liam's mind was that the biker gang had sent hitmen after him again, and immediately he discretely took out his cellphone and sent a message to Amanda, so that she could send the building's security to the parking lot. Multiversal studios security was armed so they were prepared for a gun fight. The two hitmen were annoyed to see Liam and Kimberly delaying to come out, even after being ordered to by them. We're those two trying to get shot by being stubborn. Gritting his teeth in anger, one of the hitmen walked towards the car and slammed his hand on Liam's side of the window and the glass shattered, making Kimberly flinch in fear, while Liam just remained calm.

Six precise shots took down the men in less than two seconds and as blood slowly seeped out of their dying bodies beautifully, I smiled in delight. Almighty Mike scores again! Police fucking force -0 Almighty Mike - 200 my subconcious chimed as per usual. The satisfactory feeling of ending more of those slimy things was out of this world. A slight whimper, her whimper, brought me back to earth. The dear damsel in distress was up, swaying violently like a tree during a rainstorm and trying to cover herself with the torn dress that barely covered her thighs. She was definitely a runs girl, wasn't worth the trouble anyways but—

Matteo snarls something in Italian through the comms, and before I know it, Dante is leaning out of his window. Fucking Dante. He fires a single shot. One clean, precise hit through the front tire. The SUV swerves violently, but Dante’s not done. He fires again, this time hitting the driver directly through the side window. The car spins out, slamming into a concrete barrier, sending debris flying everywhere. Silence follows, only the distant wail of sirens filling the aftermath. I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders. “Well,” Lukas mutters through the radio, sounding disgustingly entertained. “That was fun.”

I have the chance to get rid of one, I can do it, I have to believe I can. I discreetly grab Jennie’s hand, “Nine o’clock.” She simply nods, getting what I mean. I look at the security guards and whisper to her, “On the count of three.” “One, two, three!” In a fraction of a second, Jennie and I run as we kick and push the first men who get on our way. I hurry to the coffee table, take the weapon from under it, pull the trigger and fire to get everyone’s attention. The gunshot cracks into the air like thunder, making the guests scream and look at me with horrified eyes. “This is a warning everyone!” I shout. “You need to leave the mansion! You are in danger!”

I had only a split second to react before Samara raised the gun, pointing it directly at me. “Say goodbye, Ophelia,” she hissed. But before she could fire, there was a sudden crash, and the door to the warehouse exploded open. SWAT officers stormed in, guns raised. Everything happened so fast. There was a blur of motion, and the next thing I knew, Samara had turned the gun on Kent. “Samara, no!” I screamed. But it was too late. The sound of the gunshot rang out, and Kent collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from the wound in his abdomen.

What are you doing? Damian: "Drinking water." He picked up the glass. And threw it in the leader's face. Everything happened in 2 seconds. Damian hit the second guy's wrist with the pen. Gun dropped. Hit the third with it. He fell. Screams. Chaos. --- *DAY 783: 11:21 AM - POLICE ENTRY* SWAT broke the door. Smoke. Screams. Ava heard everything on the phone. "Damian!!"