Short Story

“His rifle caught on the wire and he jerked at it. The air was rocked by the sound of the shot. Feeling foolish; he lifted his face, baring it to an expected shower of derision from his brother. But

"He was just telling us to give back his gun. Give me back my gun! Give me back my gun!' But we just carried on beating him up and immobilized him and that was it."

“Stop right there,” says Schrank. Chino’s steps begin to slow down as he waves his around angrily. “Do not move a muscle, kid,” speaks Schrank. Chino stops and freezes in his tracks. Schrank comes up behind Chino and pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. He tightens them on Chino’s wrists, nearly cutting of his circulation. “You had no right to kill,” Schrank shouts in Chino’s ear.

Soon, their drum magazines were out of ammo, and there was silence. The teen glanced at the two towers around his position. And he clapped. It was a slow sarcastic clap, as he did, he laughed, when he recovered from the laughing fit, he flew into action, as if he had some kind of augmentation injected into his muscles. He flipped, and spun, guards’ heads colliding with his fists. Each time there was a sickening crack. One of the guards tried to smack the teen’s head with the butt of his stock, but he snapped back, yanked the firearm out of his hands, and swung it into the guard’s skull. As the now dead guard slumped to the ground, the teen turned his weapon to the

It was Stephanie's turn to speak now,"No, shot in the air. Scared him pale, though. Says he's got the other barrel wait in' for the next sound he hears in that patch, an' next time he won't aim high, be it dog, nigger or--Jem FINCH!"

“And the open end of the barrel isn’t pointing away from the girl.” He rolled down the back window to show the girl with a gun to her head. “If I’m being completely

In an instant, the gun was pointing at the soldier's head. His eyes were frightened, his hands were up, begging for something. The prisoner didn’t understand that language. He pulled the trigger.

As he pulls it out of his pocket he reads the single word he was waiting for. "Go." Thud. Thud Thud. Muffled gun shots fills his ears from the cabin behind. In one swift motion, he stands up and pulls the automatic rifle out of the duffel bag. He fires a shot into the air to grab the attention of the passengers before he starts giving orders. "Everybody get down on the ground! This is a hostage situation!" He can feel every pulse of blood going through his body. Adrenalin kicks in. Exhilarated by the power he has over the situation, he grips the gun tight and fingers the trigger, his knees stop shaking. Contracting his index finger, the gun fires again. More adrenaline shoots through his body. Everything is going exactly to plan, up until he notices how calm and collected the American men seem to be considering the danger of the situation. The smallest speck of doubt flickers across his face. Before he is able to dismiss it, the Americans nod at each other and whisper something. He pulls up his gun and aims at the Americans but before he has the chance they are on him. The sense of control that, before recently, had been flooding his veins has now been replaced with the sinking feeling of doom and regret. Strong, calloused hands grasp his dominant arm. The type of calluses that is only formed after many years of forced labour. His attempts to resist are determined although futile as the gun is already out of his hands. Fingers

“Oh jeez, man. Sorry, just thinking about a lot of stuff right now.” Zach carelessly said, “Yeah, yeah, let’s get it on!” He took out his tempered plasma crossbow and loaded it with one hundred volt taser ammo. “You ready?” “Yeah…” At that moment, right on schedule as Zach said, a hunter appeared in a clearing near them. Zach fired the bolt so it whistled through the air and stabbed the hunter straight in the esophagus and knocking him to the ground. Zach weakly stated, “Whoops… I meant to hit his gun…DERP!! But we’d better leave before someone sees

Busting through the doors, they saw a marine pointing their gun at Ace. Their boyfriend was completely unaware of the danger and it was up to them to stop the marine. Another marine noticed S/O and quickly went to stop them but were two slow. Dashing forward, S/O knocked the gun out of the marine who was coming after them. They then went for the other marine, jumping in the air to kick him with both feet and back flip, before landing. The marine crashed behind the counter and their gun was on the ground. S/O quickly turned to Ace and smacked him on the head. Earning a gasp from the crowd that was watching the whole thing happen. He mumbled at first before lifting his head up, his eyes widen as he saw the marine. “Ace! You were almost killed you idiot!” S/O yelled quickly grabbing his arm, “Let’s go!” Knowing they had to go before backup came. “W-Wait a minute S/O!” but their was no time to wait and Ace followed after them even though he was confused. Looks like S/O had to leave their clothes behind, getting out of town was more important at that moment. “That is the last time I leave you alone!” S/O shouted, though they couldn’t really be mad at Ace. S/O was just grateful that they dodge a bullet,

"Who's that boy that walked you to our door?" My mom queries, scaring the life out of me when she pops out of nowhere. I had just finished locking the door behind me and I just wanted to go upstairs and change into some pajamas. But I guess not.

"You were a cute kid," I say aloud to him, smirking at his baffled expression. He was staring down at me with confusion, probably wondering what was happening and what the hell I was doing. I honestly don't even know what I'm doing myself.

Ping-Pong rang his bell. A hard-boiled tattooed guard rushed forward with his gun drawn. “Yes, sir?”

“Woah there.” Wade exclaimed, “You must have hit your head because your thoughts are gibberish. Nice one though.” Wade then pulls out his pistol and prepares to fire. Now with everything out, both hero and villain get in a great fight.

Taehyung whined softly as his body started to be arrange with consent, his legs were spread apart giving Joon-ho some space in between and his arms were held above his head with Joon-ho larger one, while the gun pressed against Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung body tremble slightly at the situation he was in, who would of thought he end up here?