Firing Squad

From my position in the watchtower, I could see the back door to the Juvenile Correctional and Disciplinary Center open, and quickly shoved the remainder of my cheeseburger down my throat before I tossed the wrapper to the ground. An alert on my phone informed me that three executions were to be carried out at this time, so I stood at attention and addressed the members of my squad below me.

“Alright troops! Break’s over, we have a few executions on the way!”

Several troops groaned as they tossed aside unfinished food, while a few hastily shoved what they could into their pockets, before grabbing their rifles.

Three girls walked through the doors, each one flanked by armed guards, and down a gravel path between the trees. I couldn’t make out enough details to determine their age, although only two wore the normal orange jumpsuit, while the other seemed to be completely naked. I climbed down the tower and waited. Three minutes later they arrived into the large clearing that serves as the Termination Field.

“Stand here and face front,” one of the guards directed. The prisoners stood, each four meters from the other, in front of a large hole, five meters wide and nearly 4500 meters deep, surrounded by a concrete wall a mere 600 centimeters tall—originally drilled for a deep underground nuclear test before the government changed its’ mind, and eventually repurposed this area into a prison for underage criminals.

While the firing squad prepped I quickly read their file.

Convicted of robbery and homicide.

Jessica O’Connor, 11, red hair, green eyes. Her body was a little more developed for her age, and, with the perky buds poking through her top, she could easily be thirteen.

Amanda Nguyen, 11, Vietnamese-American, black hair, brown eyes. She was the only one who really looked like a kid; small figure and flat chested. She almost looked graceful with her long hair flowing in the breeze, and, knowing she tried to help a killer escape, I felt a twinge of guilt. Should’ve picked better friends, sweetie. Maybe better luck in the next life.

Amy O’Connor, 16, red hair, green eyes. Without knowing her last name I could still tell that she was related to Jessica; the matching bushy red hair to her mid-back was a dead give away. She was also completely nude, confirming what I thought earlier. Later I would learn that she repeatedly removed her uniform, and eventually ripped it to shreds. Apparently she was a nudist, and the facility has a strict policy of one uniform per prisoner; any damaged or destroyed do not get replaced. She was also the only standing completely calm, whereas Jessica and Amanda continuously sobbed where they stood.

I put the phone in my pocket and grabbed my rifle before standing in the center of the line.

“Ready! Aim!”

A light gasp escaped the Asian’s lips and her body tensed up as thirty-six rifles aimed at her in unison.

“Fire!”

Three-dozen bullets ripped through Amanda’s torso. A torrent of blood and organ tissue coated the dirt and wall behind her, as her petite body crumpled to the dirt, twitching in a crimson pool. As piss and shit stained her pants, we pivoted our weapons towards the next prisoner.

“Ready! Aim! Fire!”

Jessica’s sobbing ceased and the kid joined her friend; twitching on the ground while soaking in her own blood.

Through it all, Amy looked out at us with an attempt at a glare on her round, girlish, face. Her eyes narrowed and her chest puffed out, as if daring us to try, when I repeated the order.

“Fire!” I yelled.

Her round tits flailed and rippled as bullets shredded them. Amy fell back into her blood, a vacant glare pointed at the sky and trickles of blood flowing from her mouth. Her thighs clenched slightly as she pissed and shit on the ground, pooling with the steadily growing puddle of blood.

As per government policy, I drew my pistol and walked towards the girls, starting with Jessica. With a kick of my boot, I kicked her over onto her back and placed a bullet in the center of her forehead. Movef on and repeated the procedure with Amanda, and then Amy. Then I ordered three of my men to toss the bodies into the hole, to join the hundreds of corpses from previous executions. We returned to our more mundane duties until the next prisoners were brought out.