Gerard paused, his eyes sparked with curiousity. Twirling the gun in his fingers expertly, honed by hours of playing with a puzzle made to resemble the gun hold, he stared into her eyes coldly. "Beg me." He beckoned with his free hand, "Beg me not to leave me. Understand me. Serve me, come with me as I show this world what<em>I will do to it for taking away what was dear to me!</em>"