Dean stopped, startled, suddenly wondering where he was.
"You don't want to do this!" came a cry from his left.
He looked over and saw a half naked brunette cowering against a cupboard. Then he looked down, and saw the bloodied pickaxe in his hands.
"Please! You don't want to do this!"
But somthing in the axe had swept over him. He raised his arm and threw the axe, the girl's screams abruptly cut off.