The Velvet Storm
Written by: (Name Withheld until The Catacombs)
PROLOGUE
On a distant island near the Indian Ocean, the clouds cover the sunrays from his vision.
"Piff" A perfect shot.
"Bang" The bullet just barely grazing his shirt.
The shotgun quickly aiming at its target,
"POW" Only one bullet landed as Ryan attempted to dodge but was too late. He felt a searing pain in his left arm and the quick loss of blood was scratching away, leaving him dazed. He could only squeeze one bullet out of his pistol before falling unconscious into a nearby body of water.
He drifted to shore.