Snippet #2480288

Tom had been throwing darts at a picture of his ex-girlfriend. "Hate you!" And of a man's. "and YOUR dead corpse!" he sat down on a chair,finishing a cigarette.He spat it out and paced his smelling room. "Who shall I kill today?Innocents?Or the deserved?" He laughed coldly and shortly,but walked out in a dark jacket and shirt,slightly torn jeans.Tom noticed a fox growling threateningly at a cat,and he shot the fox quickly-The cat scampered away in fear of the noise.
"Oh no,you won't." He said to the dead fox.He gave it a threatening look.

Walking into a small forest,he held his pistol by his side,and peered at the paths before walking on.He snarled at a bird,which flew away.