Don’t bring guns to a concert (short story)

The Temper Trap began to sing the corus and Marnie went crazy jiving and jigging her body in time with the music. It felt great having the girls beside her swaying in time to the music. A loud crack sounded from somewhere behind her and she turned frowning. Another crack sounded and someone in the crowd screamed then another person screamed. With a start Marnie realized the strange sound must be gun fire. The music from the stage began to falter as more and more people began screaming. A space cleared nearby and Marnie saw a little girl no older than 10 standing by herself looking up to the back of the stadium. Marnie followed her gaze and saw a black shape in one of the hotel windows where the gunshots must be coming from. A primal fear over took Marnie and she tried to run but there where so many people going in all directions and she couldn’t tell where the bullets would be next. Her best friend Michelle was pulling her hand screaming for her to move but something kept her frozen in place. Michelle’s screams where suddenly cut off as a bullet wriped through her temple spraying blood all over the floor. Marnie looked on in horror as Michelles body flopped to the floor. She sunk sobbing to the floor clutching at her knees. She was still aware of the little girl eyes locked on the window as she stood in a clearing of people her little white dress flapping in the wind. Out of the corner of her eye Marnie saw a flash of light around the girl and for a second it looked like she had huge black feathered wings fanning out from her shoulders. The little girls arm raised and her eyes narrowed as she pointed at the window. Marnie was aware of a buzzing pressure in her ears then suddenly the girl vanished and the gunshots cut off.