Slowly, the great hall's scenery shifted. The lights started to dim and the ominous shriek came just as I gave Mary a sideways glance.
With everyone distracted, I pulled the trigger letting Takahashi's gun ricochet off from his hold, grabbing Mary, pressing her against me, and still pointing the gun at her.
"Is it time? Is it time?" The mechanical voice boomed over the built-in speakers surrounding the great hall.
It was the same voice that was screaming awhile ago. My father thought it was funny while my mother almost had a heart attack when she first heard it.
"It's story time. It's story time." The mechanical voice boomed once again.
I stared towards Takahashi, daring him to make a move.
"One wrong move and she's dead." I confidently cocked my head at him.
I was eleven when my father had me learn how to use a gun.
The first time I fired one, I was thrilled. But, after he had given me the dagger, I fell in love with that weapon and wanted to use it more than the pistol.
