>>4242
K/V: Victim
Name: Catherine Hewitt
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: Busty beyond belief, short messy hair, distant personality. She's a smart cookie, but her head is buried in the clouds.
Scene: Her father messed with the wrong mobsters. Kill his only daughter and make him suffer.


I took out the photograph given to me by the client, and wondered what the smiling young girl with bright blue eyes did to warrant death. My target was Aoki Reika, a 14 year old schoolgirl. This job would give me enough to finally retire, so I took it, but now I was beginning to have second thoughts. My victim was the same age as my daughter, and I kept seeing Claire's smiling face over Reika's.

I sat down at a bench, and took a look around. This park was a favorite shortcut of Reika's, and this bench was hidden from the street and nearby houses by heavy foliage cover. I'd make my move as she walked by, then bag her corpse up for delivery to my client.

I bent my head down at the newspaper in my hands. Soon enough, I heard footsteps.

Reika walked past, listening to her MP3 player. She was oblivious to the world. I moved quickly and slipped out my knife. I placed one gloved hand over her mouth, wrenched her head back and sliced her pale neck open.

Her blue eyes widened and her slender hands shot up to her throat, as if she could hold back the jets of blood. She switched to scratching at my arms in a final attempt to get me off. It was too late for that. She was losing way too much blood, way too fast. It sprayed out, pouring all over the front of her school uniform and dripping on the ground.

I felt her struggles weaken and I lowered her to the ground. Her eyes looked up at me, terrified. Panicked gurgles. She weakly raised one hand and pawed at my face. Tears ran down her young face.

She finally closed her eyes for the last time, and her body fell limp. I dragged her corpse into the bushes and wrapped her up in a large plastic bag. I felt relieved. No more killing after this.