In Real Life

I was once held hostage by a crazy boy with a gun. Three of us were held hostage and he directed us into our place by grunts, waves and points. When we were slow he fired some warning shots.

We huddled together, trying to use each other as a human shield. He would point his gun at one of us, see the fear and laugh. He was living for the sense of power he felt and three of us were stuck like dead rabbits.

Actually, this happened during Chinese New Year in my aunt's tuition centre. The gunman was my cousin. The other two "hostages" were also my cousins. The gun in his hand was a BB gun. Not so bad, but this gun would leave a dense blue-black where you were hit.

In the end, he got bored of it. But, for good measure, he shot us a few times before he left.