The Purge: Freakshow

Chapter One: Preparations

Killing, is not a sport. Killing someone, is not a sport. The true feeling of taking someone's life... is repulsive, but when the president and the founding fathers decided once a year all crime is legal... Shit kind of went down.

The worst thing is that I purge. I love it. I love the feeling, and I love the fact that I don't feel guilty about it anymore.

Walmart, New Orleans, LA 00:05:15 hours until Purge;

"Holy shit.. Ten bucks for one fucking ace bandage?" I muffled a groan to myself as I tossed two ace bandages into my cart and I headed towards the sporting center. My name is Dixie Taylor.

"Aye aye aye... Shits expensive." I whispered as I looked at the prices. I am 19 years old. This is my eighth purge, that I've participated in.

"Thats because the purge is today." A deep voice emanated from me. I stood up and turned to see who it was and I was taken back. He was tall, dark and handsome. He had the perfect sunkissed skin and these dense green eyes. His hair fell perfectly in a dark black mess. His jaw line was slightly crooked, and his face exploited he had a shadow along his jaw. He wore a cotton black tee-shirt, probably made by that fruit company. My eyes trailed along every inch of him that was in my view. He worked out for sure, his pectorals and abs really exploited themselves along his shirt. "Are you purging today?"

His voice caught me by surprise. I was in a trance, and he was the reason for getting in and out of it. I blinked a few times and rolled my shoulders, nodding slightly. His lips twitched into a sexy smirk.

"Well maybe I'll see you around." He smiled and stood closer to me, the top of my head would hit his chin if i was really that close to him. I could feel his breath fan out along my face. I-is he going to kiss me? I thought to myself and I bit my lip. He smirked yet again and reached behind me, and grabbed a knife from the rack, and he put one in my bag and took another. "Always have a plan B."

"Do I.. Do I know you from somewhere?" I ask, just to make things clear.

"Why are you purging tonight?" He asked me with seriousness.

"I... I don't know."

"I better have an answer by tomorrow, kid." He smirked and trailed his thumb under my jaw before disappearing into the store. Kid? Who the fuck is he calling kid? He looks early 20. Granted that I am younger.. Ugh. Fuck guys.

Home, New Orleans, La 00:01:23 hours until Purge;

"Dixie, why do you even purge? Helping you get ready sucks." My best friend, Bryn, groaned as she laid my duffle back out on the bed, and she took out all of my weapons. "But it is fun." She smirked and looked at me.

"God, Dixie you are so beautiful." She smiled and looked me up and down. My purging uniform changes every year. This year it is Mardi Gras. I'll wear sugar skull face paint, black leather leggings with black cowgirl boots, and a black tank top. My blonde hair falls to the center of my back, and i'll have that curled and a few strands held up. Along my tan skin, are multiple tattoos representing multiple things. My chest... 40c, gets quite the attention. Along my outfit, I have multiple hiding spots for weapons. I also wrap the ace bandages around my arms, to help break glass.

"You know damn well its best not to be callin' me that." I hissed at her. I take no pride or envy in my body, I keep perfect hygiene, but I do not care. Gazing down at my weaponry a smile begs to show. During the purge only class four and lower weapons are allowed. I have; 1 assault rifle (which I hold in my hand), 5 autopistols (which two are in my boots, two latched onto my back, and one in a holster), a huge blade, and now the swiss army blade that he gave me.

"Ready for the face paint?" Bryn smiled and got out her kit. Bryn always had done my body paint. Last year I was phrased as creature amongst the night... A wendigo I should put it. I nodded and sat in her chair for me.

"So tell me more about mystery guy." Bryn said as she mixed some colors together and began working on my face.

"Not much to tell."

"Bullshit, you always have something to tell me about a guy you meet." She was right. She's the reason her name is Diary.

"Diary, I don't know. He is hot. But I don't have a good feeling about him."

"Well what if you run into him tonight?" Bryn painted my whole face white. Then she reached for the black.

"I don't know. Depends what he is doin. I won't kill him unless he attempts to kill me." I snickered. Diary painted black ovals around my eyes.

"Be a good girl." She smiled and finished up. She stood me up and planted a small kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mizz Dixie." This isn't a relationship. But she has feelings for me, and I let it go. I know theres a chance i could die, but not likely.

"I love you too. Also, theres a chance I'll meet up with mystery guy. Something tells me i'll see him again."

I better have an answer by tomorrow, kid.

Bourbon St. New Orleans, LA.

"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."

This is the start to a new game, a new year and a new me.

Once the sirens finished, I laughed with a smile and said; Let the Games begin.

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Authors Note:

OkY so I am going to finish this one. I got writers block for everything else!!!

Dx

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