The muzzle flashed.
The heavy smell of firepowder entered Amy's nose.
It was the first time she realized how pungent firepowder was.
She widened her eyes at Carrie Mayden's bursting head, like a watermelon being squashed by a truck.
Blood and brains flew everywhere but no one in the hall seemed to be frightened.
Quite the contrary, everyone laughed out loud, dancing around Carrie Mayden's body like it was some kind of festival.
Even the female butler's body was pulled over by two men. One of them held her hands and one of them held her legs, making her dance like a puppet. The dead female butler's head wobbled left and right along with the dancing.
Then, under Amy's horrified gaze, the female butler's body was tossed up high in the ceiling.
It didn't fall back down though, she was impaled into the chandelier on the ceiling.
Amy didn't know chandeliers nowadays were so sharp.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
