Cautiously he watched as the figure approached the shed. From what he could see through the thickening storm the figure was a girl that was much younger than himself and she was also armed which put him on edge. Jeremy gripped the pistol tighter, keeping the light low to the ground, and watched as she moved further away from where he was and closer to the shed. Perhaps she was going to check on Margo? His facial expression turned from an uneasy one, to the expression of someone who would not hesitate to kill whoever it was that held his wife captive. His hands trembled slightly as he felt his rage continue to build further and he struggled to keep himself under control. All this tension was also making him crave a cigar. He quick patted himself down and found he only had his lighter and he groaned in frustration. His lack of a way of calming himself only made things worse.<br/><br/>Soon he couldnâ€™t help but step out of his hiding spot and slowly inch towards the shed.<br/><br/>This storm was getting worse and survival was starting to kick in. He had to get out of the cold even if he had to fight for it. The thought of sharing that space was not comfortable but perhaps he could get some information out of that girl. Whoever this mysterious girl was, he was sure that she had a hand in setting him up and probably had Margo as well, and he was going to make her give her back to him. If that bitch hurt her in any wayâ€¦ If she even made one mark on herâ€¦ he was going to dismember her in the most painful way possible and make her suffer. Margo was the only think in this world that kept him from becoming a monster; she was the yin to his yang, his conscience, the very woman who kept him sane. If he lost her, there was no telling what would do. He didnâ€™t care what happened to him as long as he knew she was safe.<br/><br/>As much as he wanted to get the snow out of his face, it only seemed to melt on his glasses, making it difficult to see. He had to be extra cautious as he approached the shed, ready to face whatever awaited him in there. Still keeping the light low, but not low enough where he couldnâ€™t see, the pistol was the first thing to peek through the crack of the shedâ€™s door as he crept up to the female until he was just inches behind her. With one fluid motion, he put his arm around the girlâ€™s neck and pressed his gun against her head before she even had time to react to him. His body shivered a bit more as he tried to warm up, now that he was out of the wind. It felt nice to be out of that horrible storm either way. Surprisingly the shed was rather warm, though the girl was practically frozen due to the lack of proper winter clothes.<br/><br/>His heart was still pounding, and his tone was a bit shaky when he spoke, â€œWhere is she? I know you have her, you twat!â€ Jeremy didnâ€™t just yell, he roared. He was beyond angry at this point, and knowing he had whoever was setting him up in his arms was satisfying. He would get his answers sooner than he expected. As cruel as he could be, not really liking to get his hands dirty much, he decided that he was going to be a bit rough even if he did not like harming women unless he absolutely had to. He slammed the woman against the side of the shed, keeping his gun aimed at her, breathing heavily from anger. â€œYou got me good, Iâ€™ll give you that. I never expected anyone to come into my own home and drag me out in the middle of the forest. But you made a mistake going after my wife.â€<br/><br/>There was darkness in his entire facial expression despite the lack of lighting in the shed, their flashlights being the only light source, and there was definitely malice in his eyes. His hands were shaking but his gaze was unwavering, wary, body language tense and on edge. There was no doubt that Jeremy would not hesitate to kills this woman, but then again he wanted her to lead him to where she was keeping Margo. Rational thinking was saying to keep the girl alive, but anger and rage were slowly taking him over, telling him to spill blood.