I walked down the long dark hall. I knew at one end was my master. Carefully I entered his study. I handed him the newspaper.
Mass Murder! It proclaimed on the front.
My master laughed. "Clueless lot they are!" he chuckled. I knew why. He had murdered those people.
I shivered. He glanced up sharply.
"Is something wrong boy?" he asked quietly. His voice was deadly. "N-no," I stuttered.
He backhanded me. I stumbled and fell. I could feel the bruise forming already.
"Don't lie boy," he purred. "It only makes me want to kill you."
My blood turned to ice. "Yes, master." I whispered.
That's when I heard the door slam open.
A tall, thin man strode into the study. "L-larten," gasped my master. The man named Larten ran at him and soon they were only a flurry of blows.
I cowered behind my masters overturned desk.
Surely I was next...
