Book Of Random

Life of a Bullet💥

›› A/N: Best song I could find about a bullet// Requested by a female classmate ‹‹

They say life flashes before your eyes when your just about to die; but... what if the point of your life... the point of your existence... Was to end another?

A bullet. A bullets purpose is to end someone's life. That was what they were created to do you see. So what if you viewed life as a bullet?

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The sound of crashing metal echoes around the large, cold room. In in the back corner you would find molten steel traveling through a pipe into the mold casting. The mold moving over a conveyor belt until being pressed down and left to cool.

Once cool and safe to transport, we follow one bullet as it goes to a gun shop in America, where a powerful mafia had been active recently. This mafia was called the Black Swan, known for robbery, gun violence, knife violence, murder and more.

'Ding' The sound of a bell rang indicating someone had entered the store. The clanking of boots walking towards the counter as they hit the wooden floor boards. "What can I do for you sir?" The deep, robotic voice of a female asked. "I need some more... ammunition for this here gun." The man sounded as if he were a cowboy. He reached down to his waist before pulling out a gun and spinning it on his index finger.

He handed it over to the Lady as she placed a magnifine glass over her eye. She let out a chuckle before yelling to someone. "AY PI-LAY! WE'RE GUNNA NEED THE SPECIAL BOX FROM THE BACK!" I sounded like thunder as the man known as 'Pi-Lay' ran down the stairs. He took a glance at the female. She showed a set of signs with her fingers. Pi-Lay nodded and went to the back room. He input a set of numbers as a safe door opened. He pulled out a Jade coloured box before closing the safe and handing it to the girl.

She pulled a key from around her neck and placed it inside the lock. One open she skimmed through the different kinds of rare bullets inside the case. "hmhmhm. Looks like you're in luck Mister. We got one left." She held it out in her hand.

Just as the man was about to take it, the clenched her hand into a fist. "Ah, ah, ah. This here is one of a kind. Imma need half of the price before I can give it to you. Then the other." It was true. This bullet was an extremely rare find. Not many had been made and it was even rarer to hold a gun for this particular bullet.

The man groaned before handing over half of the price. The girl grinned before and dropping the piece of cold metal into his hand. He then gave her the other half of the money and left the shop.

It had been a few months since then. The man had replicated the bullet to ensure he would never run out of fuel for his gun.

It was around this time that the mafia groups had finally got into crossfires. The Black Swans and The Golden Globe had crossed paths. The cowboy, who was a Black Swan by the way, only had his gun and single original bullet on him, it was always hanging around his neck.

He ripped the chain and opened the barrel of the gun before placing the bullet inside. He re-closed it and aimed his weapon at the leader before pulling the trigger.

The small bullet, which packed a large amount of damage, swished through the air as it came close to the target. As the target looked towards the cowboy, the bullet pieced his skull, traveling straight through to the other side. Blood gushed out of the wound and splat all over the wall behind him. Slowly dripping...

The bullets existence, as well as the leader, was over. It no longer had purpose.

What was that saying again? It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life. Maybe a small thing as simple as a bullet, also experiences this moment. Maybe it is just another piece of metal. I suppose we will never understand the life of a bullet.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little one-shot. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it to be honest.

The saying I added in was by Terry Pratchett in case you wanted to know.