This was a moment of silence, all I can hear is the way he laughed. All I can hear is the way he kindly speaks to me while I'm being led by the arm. His grip is tight, but that just means he doesn't want to let go...right? As the echoes of the room filled with frightened people began to ring in my ears, it starts to come clear to me now. He's laughing at the pain of everyone in the small art museum. He's speaking to me about how blood can be splattered onto a canvas and hung. Gerard is eyeing me, leading me to a man on his knees. His eyes are shut tight, he's mumbling to what I can hear is a prayer. Gerard kneels down, yanking a gun out of jacket, "There was a time I thought god would help me too, y'know." Gerard waved the gun around as the man continued his frantic prayers, "Once upon a time, I was in prison. I purposely got myself isolated from other prisoners so none of them can make me their bitch...but the cost was hefty. My mind confused reality and imagination the longer I stayed down there, so much that I begun to pray." Gerard pressured the tip of the gun against the man's chest. His eyes looked up to the ceiling, "No answer. I had to find my own way out. With a couple of debts owed, I broke out using bad cops who were easily pursued."

I remember that day he escaped. I was the first person he went to. He called me his safe haven. Gerard somehow managed to persuade me into giving him money so he could pay off the officers and buy weapons so he could give back to the town. So far he's been terrorizing buildings most cherished to the town. He blew up indoor parks, museums, and now he's going on a massacre, killing anyone he comes by. I can hear helicopters and sirens outside, waiting for him to make his final kill.

I have to admit, I never saw it coming this far. I never saw my and his end at an art museum. He wasn't all bombs and guns when we first met. Sure, he was manipulative and dangerous, but not this dangerous. He and I were just a gay couple in college, trying to get pass our troubled relationship. It started off as just friends, then sex was involved, and then I somehow ended up under his arm. I fell for him because of how he pushed me out of my comfort zone. How he protected me against anyone who tried to hurt me.

Now there are sirens and copters outside while I'm being held against him.

How did it end up like this?

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