The Purge

Have Fun

5:00 p.m. 7 hours to go

Chres's P.O.V

Jacob has been knocked for about 2 hours now. We gave him some pain killers to keep the pain away till we can get him to the hospital. We told him not to answer the door. Trust no nigga. It's my turn to watch the door. Gun in hand. Bottle of juice next to me. Ready to shoot at anytime. We were still watching the news. The death toll: 50 people. Man that's so fucked up. Sick minded people taking their anger out on innocent people. When will the world finally be safe?

6:00 p.m. 6 hours to go

Craig's P.O.V

It's my turn again to watch the door. Ray, Chres, and Jacob were all knocked out, leaving me alone. I didn't mind being alone, I just didn't like it on this day. You never know what can happen when you're alone. I start to get a little sleepy cause I haven't been to sleep all day, until like those niggas over there. Before I know it, in sleep in my chair. After a few minutes, I start to hear foot steps coming from the basement. One of the boys must've gotten up. But wait, wouldn't they see me sleep and wake me up? Oh hell naw! I jump up and run over to wake the others up.

"Aye! Wake up! Did y'all make sure all the windows were locked?!" I look at everybody.

"I had the upstairs" Ray mumbled.

"Me and you did down here" Jacob groaned. Chres looked the other way. I know this nigga didn't forget to lock the windows in the basement

"Chres, please tell me you locked the windows in the basement..." He didn't answer.

"Chresanto!" I said loudly.

"Look I forgot okay! Damn! I'm sorry!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry? I'm sorry?! Nigga we could be killed. There is somebody in our basement! I don't know if they're hiding from other people, or if they're trying to kill one of US!" I yelled back as I got in his face. Then, I heard the basement door open. Oh god. We all looked over towards the door. It was somebody with a creepy ass mask on. Damn near scared the shit out of me. The person was holding a machete. Holy shit. The person looked over to us.

"Aye, man. We don't want any trouble. So if you could just-" I was cut off by the person running up and stabbing Ray in the stomach. I have never heard a scream so horrifying in my life.

"If you remove that machete, he will die on the stop. If you don't, he will be in most excruciating pain of his life. Have fun." The person said. He let out an evil laugh as he walked out of the house. Oh man. Fuck. What do we do!?

"Fuck! AHH FUCK!" Ray screamed.

"Ok Ray, listen to me! We have to keep that in"

NO! Hell no! I would rather you take it out and have me die, then to sit here and be in the most pain ever!"

"Come one Ray, please don't say that. You can stick through this." I looked at the clock "it's 7:15" I told him

"Yeah! ONLY 7:15 I would have to sit here for 4 hours and 45 minutes. No. I'm not doing that! Take it out NOW! Or I'll do it myself." He demanded.

"Ray please." Chres said as he started to cry.

"Please don't give up. You're my bro. You can't leave me. Please." Chres begged

"Chres, I'm sorry" Ray said as he started to cry as well. "Please, take it out. Please"

Fuck fuck fuck. I don't want to take it out. That's my best friend. My bro. I can't let him die.

"No. We're not doing that.

"Cra-" he was cut off

"We're not doing that because.....because we're taking to the hospital. Right now. You too Jacob." I said

"But what about-"

"I don't care about the killers out there right now. All I care about is getting you some help." With that, we all got into the car, making sure not to mess with the machete in Ray's stomach. I pray to God we make it there okay.