V/K: Victim
Name: Elaina Ishikawa
Age: 12
Gender: F
Characteristics: See pic. The daughter of a French businessman and Japanese waitress. A tomboy through and through.
Scene: While visiting her father in Paris, she gets lost and eventually finds herself wandering one of the most notorious and dangerous banlieues at night.

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It was 11:00 in the morning when Konrad pulled into the driveway of the 2 story house with cream colored siding. The suburban neighborhood was quiet, with most of its inhabitants at work. The assassin took one last look at the photograph of his target. Adam Sanders was a mid level HR manager with a rather nasty gambling habit. The loan shark had finally gotten tired of Adam and had called Konrad to deal with the problem.

Konrad exited the car, collected a briefcase and walked towards the front door which was, to his surprise, unlocked. The assassin slowly opened the door and entered the living room. His enhanced hearing picked up moans and wet slapping sounds coming from upstairs. Konrad cautiously crept up to the second floor and stood in front a bedroom. Big pink letters glued to the door frame spelled "Courtney" out.

The moans and gasps were coming directly from the bedroom. Konrad dropped the case and opened it up. He rummaged around and picked up a cut down Remington 870 shotgun. With his weapon in hand, he kicked open the door. He found Adam naked, with a young girl in a school uniform kneeling in front of him, her face covered in strings of cum.

Both had shocked expressions as the hitman raised his shotgun. Adam rose to his feet, pushing the girl away from his crotch as his mouth opened. He tried to say something. Konrad just fired away, pumping two 12 gauge 00 buck shells into the middle aged man.

Adam's head imploded as dozens of pellets pulped his face. The man collapsed backwards onto the bed, leaving the little girl cowering and covered in blood and bits of flesh.

Konrad turned his attention to her, the muzzle of his shotgun inches away from her forehead. "Who're you?" he demanded as the girl stared, dazed, at the gun. "Courtney, I'm Courtney" she answered, then added "I'm 11 and a half, and that's my dad", as she pointed at the corpse on the bed.

She looked up again, only to see the muzzle of the shotgun fill her view. "Wait!" she screamed, "Don't, I don't want to die!" Konrad pulled the trigger, and the shotgun roared once more.

Courtney's head blew apart into several meaty chunks, leaving a headless torso with a fountain of blood spraying out of a shattered neck stump. For a moment, the body of the girl swayed on its knees, its hands rising up to where its head used to be, before gravity caught up and dragged the limp corpse down to the shag carpet. The assassin wiped away the girls blood from his face. He reached into his pocket, retrieved a compact camera and took a photo of the gruesome scene to send to his client.

The bodies were discovered a couple hours later by Adam's wife, causing a major scandal for the peaceful small town.