The Purge: A twilight reimagine

Chapter 1

It's meeee Nekoo,  I finally got my butt into gear with this after my little disappearing act. I sorry. I have decided that it will be the original 12 hours and the story will be a lot darker than the other one. SO BE 18+ tho I ain't ur mom so do what u want just know I warned you. This story wouldn't be possible without Tom my friend who lent her skills to me. since this is on ff.net rn I will be posting this today and another tomorrow since I plan to update every Tuesday. hope you guys enjoy this and todalooo

Disclaimer: don't own Twilight or the Purge franchise I just use them sometimes XD.

Epov

The ticking of the clock was bothering me; it felt like it was rushing me and taunting me. reminding me what I needed to do with all of my planning to take revenge on that monster.

Bpov

They say that the purge is supposed to be a good thing to have people "release the beast" and let go of all their anger, though I don't think it has had that effect on people but has made them worse. With the annual purge being today, my nerves were acting up; it's always been that way on this night. I don't understand the reason for this event to be created; I always feel paranoid about going out on this day. Since it could be so easy to be targeted by people, even if you just step on their toes once, it could be the end for you. It has happened before with my friend Jessica. She rejected this one guy hitting on her, and with that, the next day I heard her entire family was killed, and all hands pointed to Mike, the school's playboy, who was bragging about it to anyone that would listen. Is this what the purge is for—for people to take their rage out on stupid situations?

Okay, Bella. Relax, you're going to go insane from thinking all this, and you'll be fine. The security system in my family has never let me down before. "Isabella "I need you to go to the store to get some chips; we need them for tonight." My mother's voice rang out from the kitchen. I frown, thinking that we already had chips from yesterday's shopping trip. "Don't we have any? I swear we bought some yesterday." "Isabella, don't argue with me. Just run out real quick. Your brother ate half the bag last night." Of course, he did. Great, just peachy. "Fine, I'll be right back." Grabbing the money from the table that she left, I hurried out, jogging to the corner store half a block from my house. It was six-twenty-five, was a little of a time crunch but I should be fine since the convenience store isn't that far. As I try to quickly get there, I notice people with weapons walking around setting up. It freaked me out a little, and I tried not to look at them and keep my presence non-existent.

I get to the store a little out of breath and check the time to see it's six-forty. I've got to hurry. I grab a couple of bags of the right chips we need for tonight and rush to the counter. The person running the store looks at me and frowns. "It's getting pretty close for you, ain't it?" I smile. The old man is trying to rush me out with worry written on his face. "I know, I'm going to run home, so don't worry. I'm surprised you are still open this late. People usually lock up at six. I was just hoping you were open. Lucky me." He chuckles and gives me my bag, saying, "Be safe tonight." I spare him another smile and head for the door, "You too. Have a nice night." My legs carry me as fast as they can to my house. I try to catch my breath and walk up the steps to the door. I try to open it, but the door is locked. "Mom, hey, open the door; I got the chips." I wait for a while and see the time: six-fifty-five hurry. I'm shaking by now, and then I hear the click of the lock. My mom is standing there, and so is Phil, her new husband. "Mom, what's wrong? It's almost time to lock down." Her face, filled with hatred, was aimed at me. "Isabella, I'm kicking you out."

What on this night? "Can't you do that tomorrow? I promise I'll leave, but I'll die out here tonight." Phill is the one that says, "We made our mind up. You get out tonight. I'll have your stuff out tomorrow for you to get if you survive." The bag of chips was snatched away from me, and the next thing I knew, the door slammed shut. Please don't let this be what I think it is—I'm locked out on purge night. I try to bang on the door, screaming and begging to be let in, but the shutters come down and lock me out. It's official: I, Isabella Swan am going to die, and no one will care.

Again hope you enjoyed this chapter and I see yah guys later.