If you put me up against a pack of zombies, I think it is pretty clear I would kick some ass. If you needed me to invade a hive of vampires, I promise I would stab all those glittery bastards in the heart faster than you could say “sparkle”. And if you had a werewolf infestation in some Romanian village you needed me to quell, I would do so with all the zest of a Charlie Sheen banging a gaggle of porn stars. Hell, even a mindless killer like Jason Vorhees, I know all I need to do is decapitate that fucker and he really can’t do a helluva lot to me at that point. But what about “killer kids”? Little heathens without hearts who look up at you with those big, doe eyes, and ask you not to hurt them? Have you ever imagined what you would do in that situation? Well, maybe you should, because out of all the scenarios I just mentioned, only one of those can kill you in real life, and guess which one that is? Ironically, the one it would be hardest enough to bring yourself to kill: Children.