[WP] Write about a psychotic killer who finally feels empathy for the first time

Blood spilled out around the car, refusing to stay within the lines of the parking spaces. Mark felt himself going into shock. His mind raced, trying to figure out why this specific instance was occurring right here, right now. This wasn’t the blonde! Sexy, tall, great smile… No, this body had none of those things. Mark briefly considering continuing his pursuit, but something about the victim made him pause… pause just long enough to feel remorse.

Lying dead, before Mark’s eyes, was a large golden retriever. The idiot had been running through the parking moments before, and Mark… broke down? Misfired? Shot before he knew what he was shooting at? In any case, this dog was dead.

Jeff crouched low to the creature. It had a well-kept coat, a collar that said “Molly” on it, this creature had been beautiful. Purposeful. Loyal.

And Mark had killed it. He barely felt the tears running down his eyes as he went in to hug the poor, deceased dog. Once in contact with the creature, Mark started sobbing. He found himself unable to let go. He thought of the home this dog had, of the days it had spent carefully guarding a family. He thought of this dog as a cute puppy playing with its littermates. No more games of fetch.

“I’m sorry!” Mark shouted to anybody who would hear as he sat, cradling the dog in his arms. “I’m sorry!”

Fifteen minutes later, police sirens converged on the location where the twenty-three year old high school drop out and a once-beautiful golden retriever were intertwined. Mark was still sobbing when they took the dog away.

He quieted down as the police started questioning. He made no commotion when they figured out who he was and what he’d done. He gave them the name plastered all over this town of “Beware the Parking Lot Killer”. Shortly after he was placed, handcuffed, into the back of a police car. He made no effort to fight, nor any effort to flea.

As they made that trip to the county jail, Mark’s sorrow gave way to a small smirk as he pieced together what had just happened.

So I do have it.