Cleaver Redhead

A girl stepped in.

She was a mid-teen.

A fair youth, who has been cut and smacked over and over again by
her enemies.

Her hair was glossy, but with a dark shade of blood red to oppose that gloss.

She had fiery eyes which are both a sky blue and a blood red, with piercing pupils to represent her anger and the forever scarred pysche that she recieved as a result of nightmares coming to life.

Her bandages could cover up her wounds, but they can never heal her constant downfall, right after her parents died.

She held a big cleaver.

And the sheep ran.

Soura was the only goat.

She swore to avenge her parents' bare bones forever sleeping in coffins.

But in the end, it will pay her nothing but a incoming truck of agony and fiery hell ripping her emotions apart.

P.S. Constructive critiques are appreciated.