"K is for Kate who was struck with an axe"
Out of most children here, Kate's death scene is the grimmest and by far given the goriest through it all. Just the thought, of a young girl, followed the fate similar to Hector, maybe a classmate of his, who lived on the country side of the area. In her mind, she deeply missed Hector, gone so mystery as he did. Thinking that maybe, he'll come back, he would.
Just like Kate, going to get water and come home, easy one would think. Kate, who could be the eldest or close to the middle sibling of a large family, strong will and harder worker, doing chores, though thanks to school time and such else, never got enough water from the pump by the river. To save her own being, from a punishment belt from her father, saving the chances of being known as a lazy child.
Mother won't do anything about it, Kate doesn't blame her though, busy enough with the other kids. Quickly she does, in the middle of the night, rushes out into the woods. A bucket was clutched tightly in her hands, having only the hinges being the noise that echoes through the night, while she follows the path she always took.
Having her foggy breath float around her, as she kept nearing the river, so silent the flow was, but it was a sign she was near. Winter is coming, so best to fetch the now and hurry back. A cold is not needed for the rest of the season. With holding a now heavy bucket of water are in her hands, brisk with her steps, feeling her feet numb through the snow, regretting little on not grabbing shoes. Yet, the thoughts to get home, matter more than anything else.
Focus mindset of fullness Kate was, following the path slowly being covered by snow, until it was long gone. She pauses for a moment, to catch her breath and setting the water down, small break. Simple, easy enough to do, nothing could go wrong. Though, that twig snap, jolting her body still and her eyes going to where the noise was.
Thinking; that it was a rabbit or a small critter, something perfect for a stew, one that her mother made that taste like magic or something. Kate was fast, she could catch it, so nearing where the noise came from, far from the path, but she remembers it well. Over the sight of the bush, another snap happen again, she looks over the bush and something frightening.
It was Hector, a very still Hector lying on the ground covered in red, as the shoveling echoes from the taller man worked away on a shallow grave. Kate had to get away, had to find help, but sadly the sound that made come through, reap back on her, and the only to do now, and it was to run. Running back home, no matter what, she had to get home, and she was fast though not fast enough.
Quick and painless it comes to her, meeting her end, in the middle of the woods, throat drowned in blood she tries to call for help. Alone Kate was in the woods, winter snow as her blanket, let alone with nothing to come back to, yet her last thought, could be that she could be with Hector.
Maybe they'll play when they meet again. Sounds nice, doesn't it, certainly it does, who wouldn't?