Gerard returned home hours later, that day; the screams of suffering and the police sirens that filled the city that night were music to his ears. He had become a legend in a single night; he walked over to the bathroom, and looked up. His reflection grinned back at him, it was a monster - he had done many deeds under a mask of a criminal, a mask of a mime.
Washing off the makeup, he walked back down with deliberate slowness, the gun in his hand was empty, without ammo. For good reason. He had caused a revolution today. He had walked up to a Police Inspector, well respected in the city, and emptied two bullets in his head. Then, he had shot the two policemen accompanying the Inspector as well. Revenge, for their lack of protection to his sister. Next, he had dressed up as one of the policemen he had killed, visited the prison, and shot the man who had shot his sister. Retribution.
With that, all five shots in his gun had been used. And for good purpose. What followed a string of bloody murders as criminals all over the city, turned bold by this act of no regret, had commenced a massive citywide criminal spree.
Slowly opening the door, Gerard entered the basement, descending down the steps slowly. Or rather, not Gerard. He was Gerard no longer. A smile graced his lips as he saw his sister in a corner of the dark room. "How are we, sister?" He asked in a gentle face.