Kid-Killer: Science Fiction

The boy had to die. I hated to have to tell his mother. She wouldn't understand. Mothers never did, and the 6-year-old was clutching her skirts and staring up at me, innocent eyes wide. I always got the kid duty. At first, the others lied and told me that it was because all the rookies had to do it, but they gave that up after the third new person joined and I was still doing kid duty. Then they told me it was because I was so good at it. It wasn't a compliment. They might burden me with the nastiest part of our business, but they still looked down on me. Kid-killer, they'd whisper when I walked into a room, never mind that the rules--

Inspiration: Voices in my head. Maybe caused by reading the new J.D. Robb book, who knows?
Story Potential: Medium. High? No, medium.
Notes: Science fiction, I think. Maybe of the same ilk as future crime prevention? Would need a new twist, if so.