The title of this thread was based on the thread in /3D/. This thread will be stories involving the deaths of little girls twelve and under that are too short to put on my site.

I'll start by posting a longer version of a story I posted in Ultra Short Stories.

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"If you want candy, you have to be good," the young brunette said to her kids before she walked into the store.

I peered around the corner of the building. A little girl, most likely seven, with short blonde hair, sat in the front passenger seat twirling a strand of hair with her index finger. In the back, twin boys, no younger than ten, were play fighting. I could see that was two other cars in the parking lot, but they were both empty. So, I decided to act.

I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets, and made sure a candy bar was sticking halfway out of my left pocket, before I emerged from the corner. I walked casually up to the car, and as I approached the car, the kids stopped what they were doing and looked directly at me.

"Hey, little girl, do you want a surprise?" I asked.

The girl and her brothers looked up at me, with a frightened expression on her face. Then I nudged the candy bar in my pocket, and the little girl looked at it for a second, then a smile appeared on her face.

"Sure," she replied.

"Alrighty then, close your eyes," I told her.

She closed her eyes, with the smile grown wider on her face. Her brothers still looked at me with watchful eyes, but I ignored them.

I drew a Glock 17 from my other pocket and placed it against the center of her forehead. The little girl opened her eyes as she felt the cold barrel against her skin, but she did not have time to register the threat. I pulled the trigger and her head went back, with a red dot in the center. The hollow point bullet tore a golf ball-sized hole in the back of her head, and sprayed brain tissue, blood, and bone fragments all over the car.

I returned the gun to my pocket and ran as the two boys in the back screamed and yelled at the top of their lungs. I waited behind my corner for several seconds, until their mother came out of the store. After she let out a frantic, blood-curdling scream, I ran off to hide out before the cops arrived.