The leaves crackled in under his feet as the teenager walked through the dark, gloomy woods. He held two weapons, one in each hand as he walked through the shadows of the woodland area. The place was pretty much covered in shadows due to the amount of trees that made up the woods, and that was quite a lot. Ticci Toby's head twitched to the side with a loud *CRACK* noise, and yet another one as he moved his head back up straight.
The two hatchets he held happened to be recently used. The silver blades of the axe like weapons had been dripping a little with a crimson colored liquid, Blood. Toby had recently killed yet another victim, and if one where to back track the trail he took, one would arrive at a scene of murder, someone who was carelessly wandering around these woods had been unlucky enough to run into Ticci Toby, and faced the fate of death. But Toby seemed to think of a murder as a normal, everyday thing.