Hell in Little Rock

At first just yelling. Spiteful cries, Words like cleavers, Got under her fingernails, and the mahogany skin on her cheeks. And then the stones came, an ambush, penetrating deeper through the blood in her mortal heart. She peered into the crimson eyes of her oppressors. The only one from nine. Because she missed the damned call. The last thing she heard were the musical sirens as the officers carried her off from the pale-skinned monsters.