"My fingers wrapped around the handle of the ax as I swung it over my shoulder, the wooden handle scraping my ear as it made it's decent into a resting position. I looked down at my feet just in time to see a little fist drag down a streak of blood as it relaxed itself. The blonde hair piled around the little girl's head covered slightly by the blood that surrounded it. I collapsed, the ax falling to my side as I released my grip on it in favor of holding this poor child close. 'It should never have been you,' I choked through tears, 'if there is even a God out there, it should never have been you, Alice.'"