Drive-by Drabble ...
Bacchanal
"Kill it!" she screamed, her face fierce and her brown curls blowing back with the force of her attack.
"Cut it down!" Yelled her blonde neighbor, fingers reaching for entrails.
The group of young girls began chanting, at first jumbled, their many words for hate and destruction mingling. Soon, one word came through, "death." "Death!" "Rip its horn off!" Side chants, only, with the drumbeat of death roiling the stockade beneath the hapless victim.
It was pink, and jeweled, as unicorns must be. It stared back at them placidly, the noose tightening around its neck. The girls were screaming, their dresses twisting around their knees as they jumped and cried for murder. There was no quarter given, no moment of thought for beauty or mercy. They knew what they wanted, and they wanted to beat the fragile creature down, and see its guts spilled.
Their faces and voices were gutteral, wild and abandoned. They were sped on by sugar and desperation. They beat the pink unicorn to death, and ate its insides. Their parents looked on proudly and cheered.