Short Story: The Kidnapper

Her child had been shot dead as she ran for her life. Luckily for her, the bullet didn’t go through the baby’s body. When she stopped where we stood, she sat on the ground and removed her child. It was a girl, and her eyes were still open, with an interrupted innocent smile on her

“The thunder of the guns swells to a single heavy roar and then breaks up again into separate explosions. The dry bursts of the machine-guns rattle. Above us the air teems with invisible swift movement, with howls, pipings, and hisses.

She helplessly watched in horror as the murderous bullet cracked as loud as thunder and ripped through the air faster than the speed of light, come in contact with his skin in a matter of milliseconds. A crimson red hole appeared on his forehead as quick as a lightning's flash, and slowly a trail of blood leaked from his wound down his face.

The pressure was getting to him, his muscular hands were shaking and his behavior was

There was a single bullet shot within his body; right in the center of the chest. There are scares that show that the body was dragged on the rough road. The expression is clear to say as he is shocked which says that the killer was someone un expected. Mrs. Young is taking the death of her husband better than anyone who was close to him. She has not let any emotions come on her face.

Instead her attackers were shrieking and blindly stabbing into the darkness, trying to attack the one attacking them. The woman dropped to her knees in terror, but Jessie never dropped her gaze. One by one the attackers fell to the cacophony of bones snapping, blood splattering against the stone walls, and howls of agony. The 'hero's' cloak swept around his body as he fought them, the edges of it stained in their blood, and in the distant moonlight Jessie could just make out his face - the deep blue eyes devoid of any light, warmth, or

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

“He had the gun in both hands. He pressed it hard behind the horse’s ear and swore at the horse ‘God damn it, damn it, damn it, - stop.’ His knees were wet and he drew himself into a ball and pushed with all his strength. He began to squeeze the trigger and he squeezed it again and again and again- so many times then when Sergeant-Major pulled him away the gun went right on clicking in his hands” (63).

Then the sniper dealt with the pain and stayed low profile until he could come up with a plan. ”The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape... He must kill that enemy and he could not use use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.”

With his inevitable death looming just minutes, probably even seconds away, he figured he may as well make the most of the time he had left. If he was going to die, he was at least going to take some of these freaks down with him. He thrust his hands into the vat of goop between his legs, and the targeting arrays came to life. The guns had barely finished their

She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single

The sniper was scared to shoot the other person. “He was frightened back to his sense but the shock. His nerves strayed,the cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed.” Being a sniper you are supposed to be able to not show emotion, but the sniper did. He was somewhat nervous and maybe scared, but then he build up the courage to fire. He fired and all signs of emotions and fear vanished it was

My aim had been off. Instead of the quick and painless, he was now subject to the long and panic filled. He lay on the floor, grasping his neck.

The barrel pushed against my other cheek, making my head tilt back and look up at the sky. The man loomed over me, flipping the rifle over to where the stock was in my face. “Good night, Captain Braun.” The stock slamming down and his own laughter were the last things that I

When Ray’s break was over he started walking back to the bank. Suddenly he heard a little girl scream and a car door slam. He turned and saw a little girl grabbed by three built men in masks. Ray didn’t have time to think so he just started running. Other people around him started calling for help, but Ray, he just ran.