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Angela had come home early today, since her piano lessons had been cancelled. She thought it was a little strange that the front door to her house was slightly open, but her mother must have just come home early from work and forgotten to close the door. "I'm home!" she called, taking her shoes off and then heading into the kitchen to look for an after-school snack. She was shocked to find two nearly identical-looking boys, probably a year older than her hanging out there, the darker-haired one rummaging through a cabinet. The lighter-haired one waved to her, and she, unsure of what was going on, waved back. "H-hello...?"

"Yo, I have something cool to show you. I think it's your dad's!" The boy pulled a pistol out of the waistband of his pants, pointed it at Angela, and pulled the trigger, a loud crack resounding in the kitchen. A bright red spot centered around a small and ragged hole appeared in the middle of her white sweater, expanding quickly. Angela looked confused briefly, blood beginning to trickle out of the corner of her mouth and one of her nostrils as she began to lower her arm in confusion, and then she collapsed to the ground, writhing.

"Finn, did you really have to do that? Ugh, it's not like she was going to call the cops instantly." The darker-haired boy goes over to Angela and pushes her with his foot, rolling her onto her back and watching her for a few seconds as her body bucked and twisted, both of her hands clasped between her flat breasts, trying in vain to stop the bleeding. "Oh, nice shot, you stopped her breathing. Let's just get her up on the table so she can at least not die on the floor."

The light-haired boy sighs and bends down next to his brother Aaron, and the two of them heave her dying body up off the ground, lifting her up and putting her on the kitchen table. "Haha, Aaron, look, she's turning blue." Finn laughs as her squirming gets weaker and less coordinated and the blood pumping between her fingers slows. Right as Finn thinks it's about to stop, though, the young girl suddenly sits halfway up and reaches out to him, the blood flow from her chest almost imperceptible and her eyes full of abject terror. Finn steps backwards with a yelp, and then hears the sound of liquid pouring to the tile floor. "R-really, you peed yourself...?" He looks her over, seeing wet trails along her pants and liquid pouring out of them onto the ground, and embarassment mixing with the terror in Angela's eyes as they glaze over and she slumps back down to the table, unmoving.

"Yeah, dumbass, you piss yourself when you die. And now we need to get out of here before the cops show up!"