Name: Riley
Age: 17
Description: See image. A runaway from an abusive home, dropped out of highschool to hang out with a rough punk music crowd. She acts tough, but is still emotionally vulnerable.
Type of Death: Random murder


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Even from the apartment hallway Jamie could hear their giggling and yelling. The sound of Jennifer's high pitched laugh pierced his skull, driving his rage. That fucking whore had no goddamn right to betray his trust, their relationship like that. And to do it so casually, it was like the past 5 years never even happened. He dropped the gym bag to the floor, knelt down, and pulled out a double barrel shotgun, its barrels sawed down to about 12", but its stock kept intact for greater control. He flicked open the breech, rummaged through the pocket of his hoodie and procured two 12 gauge 00 buck shells. One, then two, then a THUNK as he flipped the barrels shut.

He took a deep breath, gathered up his nerve, then kicked down the apartment door. A shriek emerged from the bathroom, and he swiveled towards it, the shotgun raised up. The door opened, a billowing cloud of steam wafting out, followed by a slender naked white girl with ginger hair. "Jamie, what the FUCK!", she screamed, her eyes wide in fear as she saw the gun in his hands. "I'm sorry, Monika", Jamie muttered, before squeezing the trigger once. A tightly spread pattern of buckshot printed itself into Monika's modest chest, and the petite woman flipped over onto her ass, blood spilling from her open mouth. Monika twitched, a horrified moan burbling from her blood stained lips as she pawed at the mangled mess of her palm-sized tits.

More screams came forth from the tub as Jamie entered the bathroom, transfixed by his target. Jennifer Norton, Jamie's ex girlfriend, the girl who had cheated on him by having a lesbian relationship with her best friend. She cowered, curled up in a fetal position, her hands raised in a pose of submission. "Please, Jamie, please", she sobbed pathetically. "Don't shoot, don't shoot". She opened her big brown doe eyes, tears rolling down her soft ebony cheeks. For a moment, that old feeling of affection rushed through Jamie's heart. She crawled forward on her knees, her slim hands grasping at his pants zipper, pulling it down and exposing his penis. He grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her face forward. She eagerly began to lick his erect penis, her hands massaging his balls and shaft as she expertly ran her tongue around his cockhead. Jamie felt a nut coming, and pressed his pelvis against her mouth. She suppressed a gag reflex as he spurted a thick, hot wad of semen down her throat. He sighed, pushed her away, then pointed the shotgun at her forehead. "W-Wait, no-", was all Jennifer could muster before the shotgun roared once more, blowing apart her head in an extravagant explosion of blood, flesh, brain matter, and skull fragments. Her body, now rendered almost headless, teetered on its knees, before crumpling forward, landing heavily onto the now deceased Monika. Jamie wiped the blood off his face with a paper towel and walked away, leaving the mess to be found later that evening.