The Purge: Freakshow

Chapter Two: I want you to stay.

St. Louis St., New Orleans, LA

A maleficent smirk lay across my lips as I tap my fingers along my leg, walking through the dark foggy street. I hadn't put much thought into who I wanted to target tonight, but I was purging with hopes that I would find the walmart guy. I still have to meet up with the group. Hopefully I can find them before the night ends. Don't get your fucking hopes up, Dix. He ain't gon' show up. Just get your purge done and go home.
Letting out an agitated growl to myself, I took off jogging down the street until I reach a bar. I do need a drink, I never purge 100% sober.
"Ronnie, whatya got for me t'day?" I called as I pushed the door open to be greeted by a bloody scene along the back wall. My instinct makes me get my assault rifle out, and I walked around looking for a purger or a dead body. I maneuvered around the mahogany tables and stools and I slowly went around the counter and saw a pair of feet, and legs... and a bloody stomach... as well as a neck with no head. Tightening my grip on the grip I took a breath and followed the bloody drag trail back into the kitchen. Thats where I see Ronnie's head on a skillet, being cooked. Scrunching up my nose, I clench my mouth shut and I hold back the gag that was fighting to exploit itself. They are fucking cooking him! Dix, all crime is legal... murder is legal. Cannibalism is legal..
Then I hear a pot fall behind me. I turn instantly and aim down my scope at the intruder. It was Ronnie's daughter.
"Dixie...?" She cooed and I could see her eyes were puffy and red, and she was just crying. Oh god no, don't place me with the responsibility of this child. I love her to death but I cannot care for her...
"Cheyenne? Oh my god, sweety are you okay?" I asked her and went right to her, she had a large gash on her back. "Oh my." I muttered and I took off one of my ace bandages and told her to take off her shirt. She began sobbing and crying about how she came here because Ronnie wasn't home to protect her from the Purge, and she said before the purge she found him like this. I wrapped her up tight and snug and I kept thinking. No one can kill before the purge. What the fuck is happening?
The next thing I know is I was grabbed by the back and yanked backwards into the wall, hitting it with great force. A striking pain in my shoulder hit, as a knife was thrown and landed in me. I glanced up and saw three people in pure white suits standing in between me and a dead Cheyenne. I grabbed a gun and shot, hitting the middle's leg and I quickly, and painfully, shot the others and I ripped the knife out of me and I booked it. I wasn't taking a chance. My speed and endurance can override their strength. I exited the bar, and turned in an alleyway and bumped into a broad person, landing back with a painful yelp. I looked up and saw Walmart Boy. Man, was he a site to see. He stood me up and the three white purgers came rounding the corner. I grabbed my assault rifle and I began shooting them, in a painful attempt for my shoulder was bleeding bad. All three fell to the ground, in a mix of red and white clothing.
I sighed and turned to face Walmart; at which he had widened eyes. I rolled my shoulder as I reloaded my gun and went right to him. But he quickly pulled out a gun and shot. I thought he shot me, but the pain came from the back of me. I fell to the ground as the bullet went right through my stomach, and I glanced back and saw a small figure falling over the white purger's body, as walmart shot that person, and not me. It caught my breath. I was on my hands and knees, but I lay on my back slowly. Then a ring started pouring itself into my head. I just looked up at the sky. I knew
my body was going into shock, and I couldn't do anything. It hit my stomach the right way. Nerves and veins were going insane. Then I closed my eyes.

"Dixie doll, you got to aim it right. Peer down to sights. Take a breath and breath as you shoot." He said and he set up another bottle at the target. I watched him with so much enthusiasm. When he was out of shooting range, I followed his rules and I aimed down the sights and breathed and shot the target perfectly.
"YAY! Daddy you're the best!!!" I jumped and hugged him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you so much! I'll always protect you." I 'll always protect you.... Daddy, I failed.
"Dixie!" Dad started screaming, "DIXIE WAKE UP." He aimed the gun at me and shot. My eyes shot open and I saw Walmart hovering over me. He let out a relieved sigh, and he helped me up.
"Y-you know my name?" I asked him quietly.
"Dix, we're best friends. I'll explain later. I think someone is coming." Walmart wrapped his ars under me and he picked me up. My temple resting on his chest. Pain shot through my body everytime he moved. Next thing i know i was in a car. Dix, we're best friends.

Who the hell is walmart?

Somewhere, New Orleans, LA

-Walmart's POV-

I lay her in my bed in my hotel room. I can't believe I let her get shot. She was really pale, and she was still losing blood bad. I raced here in my car and no i'm stuck. I don't know what to do. She was asleep, but I searched her for something. I ended up with her phone. I swiped through her contacts and saw Diary. I clicked that name and I called it.

"Hello? Dixie? Are you okay?" She answered.

"Bryn, help. Dix is shot, I need you to help me, I'm at Oak Ridge hotel. Room 115." I said. She froze the minute I spoke, and i knew exactly why.

"Alright, i'll be down there soon. Does she remember you?"

"No. Get here quick." I say and hang up.

I turn to Dixie and I sit there, holding her hand. "Dont leave, Dix. I just got you back."

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A/N: kind of short, sorry. I had to switch foster homes.