Thread: The Purge [Nevermore x Fruit]

Chloe Kern F The city donned an eerie mist as the sun shied itself to a thin, violet band in the horizon. Driving in those dark streets was akin to taking a stroll in a military encampment anticipating missile bombardment. People crawled into their houses and barricaded their doors and walls. The lucky few had electric fences around their backyards, while others had to settle for more primitive means of sealing their doors and protecting themselves. She could tell each family's economic background with a quick glance at their safety measurements. While some had nothing but bolted locks, other had advanced security systems that included keypads and mechanical gates that were too thick to drill or dig around and bulletproof metal-sheet windows. While most people crawled into their dens in fear, few were brazenly assembling their guns and loading their ammunition on the streets. They oscillated between impatiently checking their wristwatches to nervously looking at their surroundings. Purgers hunted in packs as it increased their chances of surviving the night alive. She watched four people hop into their car, 657 she thought to herself. They didn't need a reason to kill her, and 'three minutes' was likely the only reason they still didn't shoot at her. One of them flashed her smile, his metal teeth glistening, like a pirate eyeing a treasure. They killed for fun. They pillaged for fun. They raped for fun. 'Pirate' was hardly a metaphor, and Chloe was in the pirate's own island. At 700 sharp, the dreadful announcement played as usual. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual Purge. At the siren, all emergency services will be suspended for 12 hours. Your government thanks you for your participation. She could hear the words as if the announcement was playing inside her own head. There were being broadcast in every street, every intersection, and every alley. Escaping the noise was impossible, Chloe had come to learn years ago. This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all. May God be with us indeed , she sighed. As soon as the siren played, she heard gunshots from a block away followed by a woman's shriek. Her heartbeat raced faster and faster. On her left she saw a man breaking into a house by smashing its window with an axe. Sick fucks she hissed as she bit her lips. Gunshots and screams painted the battlefield around her as she drove towards Mrs. Harper's house. Its only three minutes away she tried to assure herself but she wouldn't stop sweating. I'm such a dumb bitch for- BAM! A bullet found her left rear bumper, and Chloe found it within her to be louder than the siren. A black van gave chase and a man on the passenger seat started shooting at her car. Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck!, she started gritting her teeth nervously as she stomped the gas pedal with all her force, turning right and left, turning her course from a straight path to a zigzag. BAM! Another bullet shattered her rear windshield, and Chloe managed to hit a parked car and cause its alarm to go off. FUCK!. She reached under her seat and grabbed her pistol, her fingers clenching around it as she made a left turn into an alley hoping to lose her pursuers. BAM! Motherfucker! the bullet sniped her tire as her car turned, and it turned and swiveled, almost twisting like a dying animal, before it flipped and blocked the alley. The culprits drove past the crash laughing and shooting celebratory rounds. They didn't even bother checking if she had anything worth stealing. They really are doing this for fun.. Shit.. she moaned as she pulled her body from underneath the car. She had a scar on her left waist but most of the blood that almost drenched her clothes came from the cut on her left arm. She crawled towards a building and bit her lips as if that made her pain any better. Her gun was resting between her legs, just in case any of those sick bastards gets closer . She took off her shirt, leaving her bloodied tank underwear as the only garment covering her modesty, and tied the shirt around the gash. The fabric grew redder instantly as Chloe's sealed lips quivered, muffling her cries of pain. Her jeans had scars of their own, and burn marks, and blood stains blemishing her like a whore's kisses. The things I do for a raise, Jeff. She left a trail of blood drops from her car all the way to the apartment complex Mrs. Harper lived in. Well, we made it she chuckled as she used the key card Mrs. Harper had given her. Once inside the complex, Chloe limped her way towards room 515 and knocked on the door. Mrs. Harper? Its Chloe Kern from the New York Times! I made it!