What Happened To Jules In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I sniffed. Jules was a freaking proud man, he thinks he can do everything himself. Trina and I entered his throne room only to see Jules on the floor lifeless, with his blood spilling everywhere, and Natalie just above his body, holding a bloody knife.

The shot went wide, whistling past my ear. “Damn it!” he hissed, stumbling. “You ruined everything!” He's unstable because of the blood loss, I can see it now. He tried to steady himself, but his knees buckled. I could see the weakness, the dizziness, and the fading light in his eyes. I could’ve run but then I saw where he was standing Near the edge. A little ‘accidental’ shove and he's gone. And right now, I remembered Jules. How he ripped her off life, how I took the blame for her death for years…

No need for petty validation from this guy. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The bullets flew again. Ray now knew kinetic steel rods couldn't hit this opponent. Time to switch back to bullets. Jules couldn't dodge them this time. His body was riddled with bullets. Knowing he could no longer deceive Ray, he gave up pretending. The bullets clinked off the snow, colliding in crisp, sharp notes. But Jules wasn't in the mood to appreciate the sounds. His face paled further, and he suddenly spun on his heels and ran.