Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

“Honestly, I’ll take whatever keeps me alive.” The staff member shoved a handful of plastic guns toward them. “Pick one. Don’t drop it. If you drop it, don’t cry. We don’t have time.” Sky grabbed a gun and tested the weight. It was cheap. It was plastic. It was beautiful. Charlie took one without looking, checked the sensor on the barrel, then clicked a button like he was calibrating a weapon system. Sky stared. “Are you…tuning it?” “It’s not aligned,” he said.

Cylo went left, and Ivo went right. They were armed with special pistols that could fire needles coated with poison. With these pistols, they could move more quietly but still effectively incapacitate the guards. “Tsk, first I have to incapacitate you guys,” muttered Ivo, who had found several guards who were still unaware of his presence. He fired two needle bullets at someone who was on guard until the guard immediately collapsed to the ground. There was no excessive noise, and everything was completely silent. It turned out that these pistols were really effective at incapacitating guards like this.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

I zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that." He chuckled darkly before taking it out of my hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here.” He croaked and with a light shrug, I turned away from him.