K/V: Victims (Hope whoever is next is up for a massacre.)
Name: Jenny Miller(left) Jessica Brooks(right)
Age: 12, 10
Gender: F
Characteristics: See picture.
Scene: Two preteen lovers having sex. You decide the rest.

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>>3803

I'll do a follow-up story. I'm not into boys, so it will just be a quick kill—won't be sexual.

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"Angela, you idiot," Stephanie Tran spat as she stepped onto the driveway to her house, and noticed that the front door was standing wide open.

Stephanie stormed over the threshold, intending to scold her sister about leaving the door open, but immediately stopped when she saw two boys with her parent’s belongings in their hands. Stephanie then noticed her sister laying on the kitchen table with blood pooling underneath her.

“Angela…?” Stephanie asked.

Her gut seemed to twist when Angela didn’t respond, but her attention turned to the boys as the light-haired one pulled a pistol—her father’s gun, from the looks of it—from his pants. Stephanie screamed as he pointed it at her, but before he could pull the trigger it slipped from his hand. He tried to regain hold over the weapon, but each attempt to grab it caused it to summersault into the air. He eventually managed to grab it, but accidentally squeezed the trigger. Another loud crack resounded and the gun clattered to the floor, as a hole appeared where the light-haired boy's nose was. Another hole appeared in his blue cap as brain matter erupted from the a orange-sized hole in the top of his head.

“Finn!” the other boy shouted as his brother crumpled to the floor. He dropped his loot and rushed to his brother’s twitching corpse.

The boy reached for the gun, but Stephanie’s survival instincts kicked in. She dove for the gun as well, but not quickly enough. The dark-haired boy grabbed the weapon. Before he could shoot her, Stephanie pulled a pencil from her pocket and, screeching, buried it halfway into the side of his throat. The gun once again fell to the floor as the boy grabbed at his throat. He started making wet raspy noises and thrashed around on the floor, while blood sprayed from his throat and mouth.

Stephanie kicked across the room and rushed to her sister.

“Angela! Angela!” She screamed. “Wake up!”

Stephanie tried lifting her arms, and screamed hysterically as her limbs fell back uselessly to the table. After pulling herself together, she called 9-1-1 and then her parents.

She sat down under the table and watched the dark-haired boy thrash around and attempt to draw breath, as he drowned on his own blood. Stephanie watched his movements relax and then stop as sirens approached.