The little girl stood, stock still. A tear rolled down her
porcelain cheek, onto her pink t-shirt. A wind blew her drown hair
lightly, and she stared at the man with fear. "Wh-Who are you?
Where a-are Mommy a-and Daddy?" she managed to ask through her
sobs. "Oh, you mean these people?" the man asked and stepped aside,
revealing two bloody figures on the floor. One had the little girls
curly brown hair and wore her regular blue long-sleeved polo shirt,
with the sleeves folded up. The other had blonde hair and a green
t-shirt. But the difference between their everyday look was a
bloody hole in both of their chest, and their eyes open,
unblinking, with fear etched on their faces. "Mommy...Daddy...No!"
the girl squealed and ran at the two bodies. The man caught her in
the stomach and threw her backwards. "It's time for you to end up
like them!" he said and raised a silver pistol. Her carefully took
aim and positioned his finger over the trigger. Fresh teardrops
fell over her face. "Die!" the man yelled and pulled the trigger.
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