Romans & histoires You'll Shoot Your Eye Out Book

The pressure behind my eyes appeared suddenly. Sharp. Familiar. A vision. Damn it. The world blurred. Buildings dissolved. Voices vanished. Darkness replaced everything. Then images emerged. A rooftop. A rifle. A man kneeling near the edge. Watching. Waiting. Not aiming to kill. A test. The realization arrived instantly. He wasn't hunting me. He was measuring me. Measuring my reaction. My abilities. My awareness. The vision shifted. The rifle fired. Glass shattered. Panic erupted. People screamed.

He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot. "Whose photos are you looking at?"

“I can smell your fear,” “You’d be mad to think I’m afraid of you!” I cursed. He laughed, trailing his thumb up my body, then my face, until it rested on my right eyes. “What are you doing?” Before I could complete my question, the pressure of his thumb grew. He pushed hard into my right eye. Pain exploded through my head. I screamed as he dug deeper and yanked my eye out. Blood poured down my face. I cried loudly, my whole body shaking from the shock.

The snake-eyes thundered, his nails turning into long, sharp claws. I exhaled. The fury filled my body with an unexpected force. I had to fight for my survival, and that might have been my best chance to attack the snake-eyed guy. I did a roundhouse kick and then finished it by stabbing one of his eyes with my heel. He blared as his eyeball turned into a dark-red pulp.

Lila's eyes were wide and defiant when a firearm was directly aimed at the pupils of her eyes, the image of the deep, dark, black passage of the gun directly being imprinted on her retinas. She smirked. Behind her, the bright light of the time machine exploded, just as planned and right on time. She did not move as all the others in front of her were forced to momentarily turn away or had their eyes overwhelmed with the sheer brightness and power of the shine.

The dead man's eyes were wide open in shock, and the blood that trailed down the center of his head formed a crisscross of patterns that altered his features. My gaze collided with those of Nicolai. I shivered. Involuntarily. His gaze was a dark and dangerous thing. It felt as if he was opening up and examining every part of me. Every alarm bell in my head screamed 'run' but I was stuck to the spot, staring, and waiting for his next words with a knot in my chest. "That is how to fire a gun. When you aim, aim to kill" I steeled myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "You should give me your gun then, let me show you how fast of a learner I am".

One melted completely, falling in silver drops to the ground. The second man raised his weapon to shoot but didn’t get the chance. A large shard of glass, gleaming and curved like a crescent moon soared in from behind, so fast it was a blur. It pierced his stomach with a sickening schlop, continued upward, and embedded itself in both of his eyes. He didn’t even scream. Just fell like a puppet with its strings cut. The silence afterward was worse. I didn’t stop to think nor stop to breathe. “Noah,” I called

I'm at a better angle to see everything that's happening because Jai-Blynn is doing his best to find us. Zane covers the vicinity with flames. They can only consume what they were ordered to. Jai-Blynn is cornered. He slows down, and then I create a slingshot. The ice ball targets his eye and hits bulls-eye. Jai-Blynn loses an eye. He growls in pain as blood drips out of his left socket in pints. He falls into the flames without knowing. They burn him. Zane and I bask in the pleasure derived from hearing his horrified screams.

These bastards surely have done something which I will get to know but later. I didn't wanted to waste my time in torturing them. They saw a little more than they should. They looked at what's fucking mine. They dared to touch her was the biggest mistake of their lives. I have to unalive then before they can print her beautiful face in their minds. I took out my gun and shot six of them between their eyes.