Name: Sarah
Age: 12
Description: See image. Normally bright and cheerful, the sudden death of her parents, and the placement of her into an abusive foster home sent her into a deep depression
Type of Death: Suicide
Scenario:



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Rose watched from the shore as the two young girls splashed each other, their nude bodies glistening in the golden afternoon sun. Their high pitched giggling brought memories of her own childhood summers. Although, she reflected, her 10 year old self probably would never be able to imagine just what kind of work she'd be doing in the present. The two girls swam back to the shore and emerged from the water, dripping wet and shivering as a sudden gust of wind blew in. Rose stared, feeling uncomfortable. Both girls were sporting swollen stomachs, impregnated before they had even reached middle school.

"Miss Assassin, we think its time to finish this", Melissa, the one with the pony tail spoke. Hannah simply stared at Rose with big doe eyes. Rose sighed, and stood up. "Listen, are you sure you want to go ahead with this? This isn't a videogame, you can't come back to life", she started. Hannah and Melissa both nodded vigorously, water droplets flying from their still wet hair. "We can't let our families know about this", Hannah whispered. "Miss Assassin, we gave you a whole bunch of money, so please, pretty please just do it", Melissa pleaded.

Rose made up her mind. The two girls were paying her enough to retire from the killing game permanently, and truth be told, she was just bone tired of being an assassin. If it meant having to end two young girls, then it would be the price she'd pay on her conscience. The old woman gestured at the sisters to follow her, and walked towards a gnarled old oak tree a few meters away from the pond. Two nooses were thrown over a sturdy lower branch, and they swayed as the wind blew through the glade. Hannah and Melissa caught on, and hurriedly ran over to the tree. They waited under the branch as Rose hobbled over. She quickly looped the nooses around the two girls necks, then tightened the knot before placing it strategically under their jaw. "Once I raise the both of you off the ground, the noose will tighten and cut off blood circulation, knocking you out and sparing you the pain of strangling to death", Rose explained as she prepared the girls.

The old assassin stood back and admired her handiwork. Hannah raised a hand and touched the rough hemp rope, a nervous look on her face. Melissa, detecting her sister's unease quickly took hold of her in a tight hug. The two held each other in an embrace. Rose walked around to the motorized winch she had attached the ropes to, and placed her finger on the start button. "Alright, you guys ready?", she called out. "Yes, please do it", Melissa replied, absentmindedly as she caressed her sister's hair comfortingly. Rose pressed the button, and the winch whirred to life. With a jerk, both girls were picked up off the ground and lifted into the air.

The two sisters immediately let go of each other, suddenly preoccupied with the nooses squeezing their necks shut. Rose watched as the girls kicked and twisted, their pregnant bellies shaking. She began to count down in her head.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5."

Hannah's face turned red, her teeth bared in a rictus grin of terror. She desperately tried to open her noose up, her chubby fingers scratching at her neck and her legs dancing wildly. Melissa tried to stay still, but soon she too succumbed to panic and began to twist and turn.

"4, 3, 2, 1."

Rose finished her countdown just as the sisters went limp, their bodies swinging loose in the wind. A few twitches ran through their toes and fingers. Drool dripped down from mouths pushed open by swollen tongues, and their eyes were closed shut, cheeks wet with tears. As if it were a coordinated action, both girls let loose a stream of piss, the golden bodily fluid dribbling down their thighs and legs. Rose waited twenty minutes before checking for vitals, pressing two fingers upon their necks. No pulse was felt. She continued, pulling open Hannah's right eye and shining a flashlight at her pupils. No constriction or dilation was visible. She checked Melissa as well, just to make sure. No life signs were detected.

Rose stood back and whispered a little prayer, before taking her knife and cutting the girls down. She then took the knife and sawed away at their necks, cutting down to the bone before twisting them off. Blood poured weakly from the cuts, no longer pressurized by beating hearts. Rose placed the heads to the side and wrapped the bodies in plastic, dumping them into the 7 foot deep hole she had prepared. A drum of gasoline was poured into the hole, before she lit a match and threw it down. The hole burned bright, the smell of gasoline, plastic, and melting fat filling the air. Sparks rising from the fire glowed in the evening sky, reflected in the glassy, half lidded death stares of Melissa and Hannah Shen.

The next day, the two heads were discovered on the front porch of the Shen family household, causing a media circus. The loss of several family jewels from Gary Shen's lockbox was overlooked as the manhunt for the killer consumed the country.