Name: Gabi and Tristan
Age: 12
Description: See picture. Two preteens in love.
Type of Death: Shooting.
Scenario: The principal announced over the intercom that there was multiple shooters in the school, and placed the building under lockdown. Gabi and Tristan, kissing behind the building, took refuge in the boy’s locker room. Realizing that they might not survive, they agreed to take each other’s virginity.

PISSED OFF MOTHER

Rebecca came home early than expected, her tear-soaked cheeks glistening in the streetlight as she climbed out of the cab.

“Here you go.” She handed the driver his fare, and an extra ten bucks for himself. He drove off and she walked down the sidewalk to her front door.

She sniffed and wiped the tears from her blue eyes as she stood on the porch. The cool autumn night stung her drenched face, matching the emotional sting of the disappointing night she was already having. For two hours, Rebecca sat alone at a fancy restaurant, in her thousand-dollar purple dress, the one she worked on all evening to ensure it would reveal as much of her voluptuous breasts as legally possible, while the waiter impatiently awaited her order, only for her date to never show. She eventually ordered a meatloaf dinner for herself, sobbing as she ate, and went left. She had no idea her night could get even worse.

“I’m home!” Rebecca nearly shouted out, but stopped when the distinct sounds of moaning and kissing emanating from the living room caught her attention.

The entrance to the house was a small space, with two walkways; the left leading to the living room and kitchen, and the right to a long hallways leading to the bedrooms. The living was set up with the couch facing the wall on the far end, with a big flat screen TV and sound system along the wall. The person sitting on the couch, in this case, her eleven-year-old daughter, Angie, wouldn’t see the person entering the room.

What Angie was doing herself isn’t what caught her attention. Two voluptuous blondes filled the television screen; both possibly in their early twenties, one wearing a pink shirt that was cut below her breasts, and a red miniskirt, and the other only wearing a tight red dress. The blondes moaned and giggled as their lips locked and smacked, tongues danced, while their hands gently caressed the other’s body. On the couch, Angie sat with her head slightly cocked back, her long black hair cascading down the back of the couch, and Rebecca could see from the position of her right arm that her hand was most likely between her legs. A black skirt and white panties were draped on the back of the couch.

The little bitch was masturbating on my fucking couch, Rebecca thought to herself. She gritted her teeth and stormed out of the living room, and down the hall to her bedroom.

“I told her what would happen if I caught her doing this shit again,” Rebecca muttered furiously as she slammed the bedroom door behind her. She walked over to the nightstand. “What if my date went well? What if I brought a man over? What would he think of seeing my fucking daughter playing with herself in the living room, with fucking porn on the TV?” She opened it, and pulled out a long black cord. “I’m going to show you that mommy’s threats aren’t empty promises, sweetie.” She closed the door and headed back to the living room.

Angie was still on the couch, this time with moans escaping her lips. She must have been getting close to cumming. One of the blondes on the screen, the one who had the pink shirt, was now topless, while the other was sucking on her left nipple. All the while, Angie was completely oblivious as her mother slowly approached from behind. She held the cord out, with both ends clenched in her fists.

“Now eat my pussy!” Her daughter and one of the TV lesbians shouted in unison. “Eat my wet pussy,” the blonde shouted, as Angie yelled out, “Eay my-aughk!”

Rebecca dropped the cord around her daughter’s delicate neck and pulled tightly. Angie’s eyes shot open, and her tongue rolled out as she gasped for air. Her hands gripped at the cord, and Rebecca noticed a bright pink toothbrush, stuck in her daughter’s cunt, and set to vibrate.

“So, you decided to play with yourself in the living room. AGAIN! Except, this time, you’ve decided to use MY fucking toothbrush. Nasty little whore! Didn’t I say I’d kill you if you did this again?”

Angie tried to mouth something, but she could only gag and spit, as she flailed helplessly on the couch.

“Save your breath, whatever you have left. Mommy’s not in the mood to give in tonight.”

Rebecca tightened her pull on the cord, causing Angie to thrash more aggressively. After a few moments, her ass and thighs clenched, and her pussy twitched, squeezing the toothbrush. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she was cumming, or these was her death throes. She didn’t care at that point.

Angie continued to kick and pull at the cord for several minutes, as the two blondes on TV munched each other’s cunts. By the time the credits began to roll, her struggles grew weaker, until her movements were just involuntary spasms, as her consciousness faded. A spattering sound arose when Angie’s bladder emptied itself, soaking Rebecca’s toothbrush and pooling into a growing puddle on the cushion between her legs.

“Fuck!” Rebecca muttered to herself, and pulled the cord even tighter out of spite.

She held the cord around her daughter’s throat for another twenty minutes, long after her movements ceased. Rebecca finally collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

“Well,” she stood up minutes later and looked into Angie’s vacant eyes, “you were a disappointing daughter. Maybe I can get some use out of you as a pillow tonight?”

Rebecca scooped up her daughter’s corpse and carried her to the bathroom; the first time she gave her daughter a bath in years, and the last. An hour later, she rested her head on her dead daughter’s ass, and slept like a log.