Name: Suzuka
Age: 12
Description: See image. A young war orphan who turned to banditry to survive.
Type of Death: Combat







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"Quit fidgeting, sweetie", Emily scolded, her slender fingers pulling the noose over Samantha's head. Samantha wiggled impatiently, "C'mon mom! The police will get here soon!" The older woman tightened the knot until it barely touched the under side of her daughter's jaw, causing Samantha to gasp. She touched the noose, grimacing. "Mom, will it hurt?", she asked softly. Emily pulled her own noose over her head and tightened it. "It will, for a little bit", she answered.

Emily stepped up onto a chair, and helped Samantha up with her. The two held each other close, and Emily marvelled at how beautiful her daughter was. Pale, soft skin brushed against her own, and the mother felt her daughter's heart beat pound away. Emily leaned over as far as the noose would allow, and kissed Samantha on the head, taking in the fragrance of the strawberry scented shampoo the little girl had used. Samantha wrapped her slim arms around her mothers mid section and nuzzled her nose against Emily's belly. "I'm scared", Samantha whispered. "Me too, honey", Emily whispered back, her voice wavering.

The sound of sirens got closer, and
Emily finally pushed the chair away with her foot. The ropes creaked as the weight of two bodies was transferred through its fibers. Emily gurgled for a few seconds as the noose bit into her neck, cutting off blood flow through her arteries. The older woman lost consciousness soon after, and went limp, piss dribbling down her legs as her bladder relaxed. Samantha was not as lucky as her mother. The noose slipped up, strangling the young girl but not cutting off her blood circulation. Her little fingers scrabbled against the rope, scratching deep into her skin and drawing blood. She latched onto the swinging corpse of her mother, but that would prove to be unhelpful, as the added weight caused Emily's noose to snap and drop her body to the floor. Samantha dropped too, which tightened her noose further.
Slowly, her pale, round face turned purple. Drool and snot oozed down in thick strings, dripping onto her flat chest. Her skinny legs and arms raised themselves as her 11 year old body experienced decorticate posturing. Finally, her limbs dropped and went limp as Samantha finally passed away.