Idolization with characters.

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Emily Annette Elleben. But she is from my own work so meh.


Age: 10
Height: 4.5 feet
Hair: Sand/Blond
Eyes: Green

Carries: Photograph of her sister, a silenced Ruger MK 2, Bear from a girl she had killed.

“They’re going to get you,” Emily sang the nursery rhyme her father taught her, her voice frail and lilting, “You may run and you may hide, but only in death you will confide. What is false may be true, and they’re going to get you.”

She danced around the bedroom and twirled, so very proud of the dress she found. “They’re going to get you,” the girl sang, skipping around the room to the bed she finally stopped bowing a short curtsey to the two siblings cowering in the bed. “I didn’t really want to do this, if your parents would have just been nice, we could have all been happy.” Emily slipped the pistol from its holster, and twisted the barrel to make sure the silencer was still attached. “You two will be okay, you’re only scared because I’m ten and you two are only six and eight!”
 
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