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Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 08:10:01 -0400
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Mary (Mg, snuff, no sex, distopia)
By Tim Merrigan

Standing in the middle of a field is a young girl, appearing to be
four to five years old, she's wearing a pink puffy jacket, jeans, and
trainers.  The jacket is open and occasionally reveals a white top of
some sort.  Lying on the ground near her are the bodies of three boys
who look to be about twice her age, they've been shot in the head at
close range.

She looks confused, as though she has no clue what's going on, why her
daddy shot the boys, why he and Mommy took the baby and left her, as
though they didn't know she was there; where all the other people who
were there a little while ago went.

After standing there for what seemed like a long time she feels a
tugging feeling in her private place.  She looks down and sees a hole
in her crotch, just above where her legs come together, a red stain
spreading into her jeans around it.  Just as the loud *crack* of a
high powered rifle reaches her she collapses and screams in pain,
grabbing at her crotch with both hands.  As she collapses she feels a
warm breeze go past her left cheek and a divot of dirt is kicked up
behind her, then there's another *crack*.  She curls up into a fetal
position holding her crotch as a pool of blood forms around her.  She
starts to feel cold, as the pain in her crotch fades some to a
throbbing intense ache, then there's a brilliant flash of light, then
nothing.

******

High in the stands overlooking the football field, you break down and
put away your sniper's rifle, cursing yourself for having missed the
second shot, especially after the dead on bulls eye of the first one,
you should have anticipated that she'd fall.  And then that cheap shot
of a head shot to finish her, though seeing her head explode held a
certain satisfaction.

The job had been a simple one.  Spot and take out any troublemakers in
the stadium, then take out anyone still in the field after the
evacuation deadline.  You'd seen three boys, ten or eleven years old,
starting to make trouble, but before you could line up the shot a man
near them, maybe their father, spoke to them, calming them down, then
shot them each in the head, saving you the trouble.

You followed the man, in case he did anything else, but he left the
stadium along with a woman carrying a baby, with no further incidents.
The evacuation proceeded without incident after that.

The all clear sounded.  The evacuation was complete, the stadium was
empty, then, as you're packing up, you spot a bit of pink on the
field, near the bodies of the boys.  You look through your scope to
identify it, and see it's a little girl, looking lost and confused.
Because you're not a complete monster you wait about ten minutes to
see if anyone comes for her, but orders are orders, and there are to
be no living persons in the stadium one hour after the evacuation
deadline, and no one is to leave except under their own power (babes
in arms excepted).

When no one comes for her, you set up the shot, and because she's
facing in your direction, first put the crosshairs on her face, then,
lowering them to her center of mass, then lower still lower, then,
getting the leering grin of a twelve year old boy seeing necked boob
for the first time, you decide to play with her a little, aim for her
pussy, and squeeze off the shot, for a direct hit.  As the imaginary
crowd cheers your marksmanship, you line up the second shot, aiming
for her left nipple, but she collapses from the first shot just as you
squeeze the trigger, so the shot goes over her left shoulder, past her
ear.  Pissed that she hadn't cooperated with your second shot by just
standing there, like her brothers had done for their father, you
decide to finish it and aim for her head, besides, there aren't a lot
of targets with her curled up like that, you squeeze off the shot, and
watch as her head explodes.

You straighten you're police sniper's uniform and leave, with twenty
minutes to spare before the gates are locked, and the regulars come in
to mop up.  As you walk across the parking lot, there are still a fair
number of people milling about, mostly young families, though a few
old people, and some straggling children, apparently unattached,
outside the perimeter of soldiers.

As you pass through the line of soldiers, men and women in their late
teens, each with an AK and spare magazines, one high fives you.

"So, there were three stragglers?  Why'd you wait so long before
taking them out?"

"No, just the one, but I decided to play with her.  She was a little
girl, probably just lost in the confusion; I waited to see if anyone
would come back for her.  But orders are orders, and I had a job to
do."

As you walk to your car, a young, apparently unattended, girl
approaches you.

"Excuse me, Officer-"

You hold up your rifle case, and correct her, "Sniper.  How can I help
you?" as you're putting your rifle case in the trunk.

"Can you help me find my parents?  They were right beside men in the
stadium, but while we were leaving, I lost them."

You put your hand on her shoulder, getting a firm grip, "No, but
you're coming with me, I'm your new daddy, under the Child Slavery
Act."

******

"Honey, where's Mary?" a woman carrying a baby asks of the man next to
her in the refugee trek, "she was with the boys when you shot them."

"Damn!  I completely forgot about her.  And their arguing over who got
to rape her first was what set me off.  Everyone knows that's a
father's job."

He looks at his wrist watch, "It's only been a few minutes, maybe
they'll let us retrieve her."

As the couple turn to go back three rifle shots are heard a few
seconds apart.

The couple turn back and rejoin the column, the woman saying, "Like
you told the boys, we'll meet again in the next life."

******

"And in tonight's news, surprisingly there were only four fatalities
at today's evacuation of the home invasion refugees from transition
camp one in the football stadium.  Three boys were taken out by their
father when they tried to start a riot and a girl who refused to leave
the stadium by the deadline was taken out by a police sniper."

-- 
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