(TEN) The Automatic Killer

Fantasmagoria

Jack heard the hammer lock into place as the barrel pressed to the back of his head. He could tell from the cold feel and the baritone sound that the gun was massive. The hallway was silent except for the faint shrill of children laughing and the ensuing rumble of scolding parents.

There must be a field trip at the aquarium, he thought. “Where’d you get…