The man with the silver pistol had a silver fox mask on. He held the gun and raised it to shoot at the pigeons in the air. Then he fired another shot. The white feathers were stained with blood. The pigeon lay on the lawn. One drop; two drops; the blood scattered.
Avery couldn't help yelling. Both men turned back at her.
Evan froze for a bit and asked with care.
"What are you doing here?"
Avery was released to see Evan in one piece. That was all she hoped for.
But she was in such a panic, and her face turned pale. It was like she was terribly shocked. Evan noticed.
He never knew Avery could be so horrified. He walked over to hold her up.
"What's wrong? Why are your hands so cold? Why are you running about? You're hurt."