I saw her. My best friend singing while dancing. She looks ridiculous but I still fine her likeable.
"Knock knock is not anyone home?" I asked jokingly making her jump.
"My kinky friend, Fruit Punch the boxer is watching TV," she replied.
I rolled my eyes. She's still with these imaginary friends. Even at 25. I guess that's part of what makes her innocent.
"What's for dinner," I asked.
She pretended to think about it.
"CHINESE!" She shouted.
This is what I tolerate about my best friend. She knows what I like. It's sad she has to go.
"Well I'm in my bed," I said.
I feel guilty about what's going to happen. My friend did not deserve this life. She was always there for me. Cold hearted little me. This world is full of horrible people. Humans are messed up and corrupted. We need to purge this world. That's what I'm here for. To purge the world of corrupted humans and start over. I looked at my calender and gasped smiling.
"The purge is tonight!" I said excitedly to myself.
The purge. Just thinking about it makes me feel giddy with joy. 12 hours of killing. No emergency people. No police. No hospitals. If you're dead....too bad hun! I rushed to my basement and looked at the portrait of me. I've been preparing for this purge all year. I moved the painting and felt around until I felt a key hole. I put in the key that is always in my bra. A door opens silently and I step in flicking the light switch. Rows of guns, knives and other weapons and armor layer my shelves. I felt at home. Looking at my watch I see you that it's 7 o'clock. 5 minutes until it starts. Mhmmmm. I put on my bullet proof vest, shin padang and elbow pads. I then put on long sleeve black clothes making me look like a ninja. Ha ha. I told you I will be a ninja mother. Too bad you're not here to see it. Not! I put on my weapons belt filling it with guns of different sizes and also grenades. I put on my mask that came from the movie 'V for Vendetta' and I look like a true purger. Hah! Purger. It sounds so funny though. I put on my Prada black gloves. A girl gots to have her Prada. I put on my gucci boots feeling like a Victoria Secret model. By now, Victoria's Secret is no longer a secret. Later but not least I put my last weapon on the belt. This weapon means a lot to me. I had since I was 7. One thing my father got right. It was my shiny silver katana with my name 'Omega' engraved I'm black on it. The handle of my katana is purple cause I lurve that color.
I hen hear these siren sound that sounds like the one you hear for a tsunami warning. It's time.
No one can stop me now. My sister said I'll never do anything in my life. How about now sister dearest? You still can't look over your huge ego to see that someone else can do something. I guess your ego blocked your vision and you couldn't see me running with towards you. Tsk tsk tsk. Oh well. I saw people outside walking the streets and heard explosions and screams. Blood fills my nostrils.
"What's going on?!" Rose asks.
Ah sweet Rosie. She's so naive. I turned around and plastered the fakest smile on my face.
"The purge sweetie," I said.
She looked at me in horror.
"Why are you dressed like a horror cartoon?"
"Again, the purge sweetie!"
"I always knew something was wrong with you," she sneered.
Just when I was about to feel guilty. I take my guiltiness back.
I walked up to her and grabbed he by her hair as she started to scream.
"HELP!" she screamed.
What in 'the purge' does she not understand? I took my pocket knife out. She was so sweet. I'll give her sweet death for that. I dragged the knife on her forehead marking 'I love you' on it. She squirmed and screamed in pain but I shushed her. I grabbed her by her hair and went outside. A couple people ran at me with knives but I grabbed my gun and shot all of them. Yay! I saw it car speeding down the street and took my cue. I held Rose in my arms and whispered in her ears.
"Love dies hard."
I then threw her in the road as the car came near. It splattered her into pieces. I felt a tear run down my cheek. But that's how life is. It has ups and downs and you my not like it but it's only for a few years. Live it while you can. I saw someone walking slowly and creepily towards me with a chainsaw and a Dora mask on his face.
"What's a little girl like you doing out here in the Purgeeeee," he said very creepily might I add.
But hell no! I ain't no little girl. Little girls don't do have the things I do. I have to prove him wrong. So me being me took out my knife and threw. Slosh. Bullseye! Landed straight where the sun doesn't shine. I walked up to him and he sneered at me. I'm impressed. By now he was supposed to be scared and screaming in pain.
"I will haunt you forever," he drawled out.
Not if I can help it, hun. I looked at him in fake sadness.
"Why would you want to kill a little girl?" I asked innocently.
His eyes widened but he still remained sneering.
"Only if the little girl is you," was his final words.
"Then I won't feel guilty for this."
I then proceeded to drag the poor fella by his throat and pulled him to stand. He watched me confusedly as I smirked at him.
"You're the first person not beige afraid of me. I applaud you for that. Quite brave of you. And that's something I am. And I don't like competition."
Shots were fired at me but all that happened was my wonderful outfit getting dirty. Wondered why I had him stand up? To protect me of course. He's dead now though. Sorry about that. I dropped him to the ground and looked at all the crime going on around. Time to go crazy!. I took our meeting grenades. Boom! Five people fly through the air. Boom! Guts are splattered everywhere. Boom! A house set on fire. I love the purge! I took out Katy (my beautiful katana) and sliced my way through people. Slit throat there. Stab stomach here. Amputate this. Slice in half that. You know, the usual. Putting away Katy, I brought out the guys. I took a out my AK13 Bullpup rifle and started shooting like a mad woman. Pow pow pow! They fell down faster than London Bridge.
"Meg!" I heard my name being called.
I turned around to see Dwayne with a Darth Vader mask and outfit on.
"Come walk with me," he said.
Is this boy for real. The fun just started and he wanted me to leave. He's gonna have to wait a bit.
"Give me a moment," I said pulling out my guns.
Then I started shouting like mad. People falling everywhere in a domino effect. It's quite funny actually. Ten I ran up behind this man and stabbed him in the neck. Then blew up a woman. Then-
"Where's Rose?" He asked.
The pain I didn't feel before finally came and I stopped.
"You killed her didn't you?"
"She didn't deserve to die by any mortal man."
"You're right. We have to purge this world starting with the innocent ones."
This is why I love Dwayne. He understands me the way no one does. Maybe just maybe I'll-
"Let's go!" He said grabbing my hand.
We walked all the way to Diehard cliff. And he was holding my hand as I walked on the edge.
"You know I love you right?" He asked.
"Yes, and I love you back."
"You understand that the world needs purging right?"
Where was the boy going with all this?
"Um yes."
"I love you until the end of time and even after that. You deserve to be happy and this world's not a happy place."
I see where he's going with this. I think it's time too. We had fun times and we purged the world enough. It's time.
"I love you," he said.
I think I'm actually going to cry.
"I love you too!" Was the last words that came out before I felt pain in my abdomen. He also looked down and saw that I also stabbed him. We shared an understanding smile.
"Goodbye."
We hugged each other as we fell into the dark abyss. Mother was right.
What goes around comes back around.
You know what they say. Old habits die hard. I definitely am doing just that. I can't help it feel a hint of regret but that's the life I chose. I know I'll leave back a legacy to all the purgers. They'll carry on. My last thought as I hit the abyss:
I walked this path.
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THE ENDThere will be a second book that can be read separately for its a different story line but the same series. Thank you for reading.😘
_Amazing
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