SIXTY ONE

                    She stumbled on her feet as she walked toward the hall. She stopped with fear and confusion. She wasn't certain it was a gunshot's sound or something heavy had just fallen. 

     She trotted toward the hall. Her eyes widened when a strong hold grasped her and yanked her back. A hand came over her mouth, blocking her scream. 

     Her eyes met a dark set of grey eyes, his hair was grey, the forehead was creased, but his expression was soft. She blinked, her heart pounding, she pushed the man away. He was looking like an aristocratic, noble, respected gentleman. She stopped struggling for a second. 

     Blinking, she came out of her shock zone and pushed him away with both of her hands. 

     Her body jolted with fear again when she heard another gunshot. She stopped struggling and looked over t