•~COMPLETED•~ perrie held the gun against her blue jeans, her hair dangling in front of her face. i looked at her, a lump forming in my throat as my hands shook. drawing out a deep breath i didn't know i had been holding, i grabbed my gun and aimed it at her. her red, puffy eyes widened as she took a step back. i couldn't help but smile. "perrie louise," i commanded gently, "stop this. stop this nonsense. it's not needed. not all men are bad." "not all," she replied, her voice shaking like a singers vibrato. "but he was." ~in which to woman try to ebolish all men~ ~and who will stop it? none other than man, of course.~