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Kaitlyn bit her lip as she furiously rubbed her slit, her other hand under her camisole and squeezing her blooming breasts. In her mind danced images and fantasies of Sean, her classmate and the target of every 6th grade girl at Martin Brown Middle School. Tall for his age, slim, charming, his wavy blonde hair let fashionably down to shoulders, the star QB of the football team. She imagined him pulling her down for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering down her belly, down towards…

A series of sharp reports echoed through the school. Screaming, then more loud bangs, growing closer to the girls restroom. The lights turned off, then a tinny voice over the PA.

"All students, remain in your classrooms. There is an active shooter situation, this is not a drill. All students, remain in your classrooms."

The door to the girls restroom opened, and someone shuffled in, wheezing and coughing. Kaitlyn held her breath. Another set of footsteps followed closely behind.

"Wait, please." It sounded like Sheila Brooks, a mousy little girl in Kaitlyn's class. "Dont, dont kill me, I'm too young!"

A pause, then the sound of rustling fabric. Something metallic rubbed against polymer, then the sound of a slide being racked.

Sheila squealed, then a tremendous BANG thundered inside the restroom. Something thumped to the ground, a wet gurgling sound trailing off into a wheeze, which went quiet.

Heavy footsteps came ever closer to Kaitlyn. She looked down, saw two black combat boots in front of her stall. Her 11 year old heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

The door opened, and she stared down the barrel of a handgun, black grip and silver slide, a long extended magazine protruding out the bottom.

The man holding it was hidden behind a bulky vest, cargo pants, and a ski mask.

Kaitlyn knew she had to do something, so she slowly lifted her skirt, spread her slim legs and revealed her glistening cunt. "Let m-me go a-and I can make you fe-feel good", she stammered.

He watched impassively, then lowered the gun and undid his pants. A large, erect penis jutted out.

The implication was clear. She reached out and gently took hold of the penis, rubbing it with care. It twitched, and she closed her eyes and took the member into her little mouth, wrapping her soft lips around the shaft and bobbing her head up and down.

The man grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face close to his pelvis as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum deep down the young girl's throat. Kaitlyn coughed and gagged as he shoved her back, strings of jizz dripping and unwinding from her lips.

She was still wiping her mouth with the hem of her skirt when the two 9mm hollowpoint rounds slammed through the top of her skull, penetrating her brain and carving a large hollow cavity through her frontal lobe and temporal lobe. The flattened and deformed projectiles punched out the back of her neck, severing her spinal cord on its way out.

Kaitlyn fell back against the toilet, her arms jerking out, blood squirting out of the top of her head in pressurized streams. Her body, rigid in brain death, slowly slid down to the floor, her pretty little mouth opening and closing in agonal breaths. Globs of semi-liquified brain matter leaked out the exit wounds in the back of her skull and mixed with the liquids dribbling from her loosening bladder.