Name: Mark
Age: 11
Description: (See image)
Type of Death: Assassination
Scenario: Alone at home, he decides to take a dip in the backyard pool.




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The sound of the TV playing reruns of Looney Tunes masked the faint tinkling of the basement window being broken. Kaylee snored, turning over on her side, her arm carelessly throwing the blanket off of her bare chest. She mumbled to herself, then groggily opened her eyes. In front of her were two masked figures huddled around the safe where her mother kept the family's supply of gold and silver.

Kaylee tumbled off of the couch in shock, and scrambled for the cellphone Mom had left on the table for emergencies. The pair turned around at the sudden noise, and swore. "Shit, why is she here!", the tall, lanky robber cursed as he rushed over and grabbed the girl.

Kaylee breathed in to scream, but was cut off by the robber's gloved hand clamping over her mouth. Her eyes widened in recognition at the voice.

It was Mr. Parson, her violin tutor. "MMmfmsms Mfm", she tried to speak, muffled by the glove.

"Shutherup, sheknowswhoweare!", the other robber jabbered frantically. Mr. Parson nodded, and fumbled for the garotte he kept in his back pocket. "I'm sorry, kid", he whispered in her ear as he wrapped the wire around her neck.

Kaylee's emerald eyes clenched shut as Mr. Parson pulled hard on the garotte, squeezing the little girl's throat shut. She fought furiously against the larger adult, her slender arms and legs kicking and punching, but to no avail. Mr. Parson was much too large and strong, and Kaylee quickly gave up. Her hands scratched at the wire around her neck as she gagged and choked, her eyes bulging and her mouth desperately trying to suck in oxygen.

Mr. Parson looked into Kaylee's eyes as she slowly asphyxiated, her pupils dilating and a dull, faraway look coming over her face. A couple minutes passed, then her arms fell limply to her side, and her head slumped forward.

Kaylee's killer kept the garotte tight around her neck for a few minutes more before letting go. Kaylee slid down and fell on her side, her face purple from lack of oxygen and blood. Her cheeks were wet, and her blue lips were slightly parted by her tongue. He gently brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her face, his fingers caressing her soft skin. He sighed, and closed her eyelids before standing up and rejoining his partner in crime.