RuPurge

chapter six: It's all Margaritas and Lounge Chairs

"It's Visage!!!" Pearl shouts.

Mrs. Visage is out on her balcony with an Assault rifle, having a margarita.

Violet sterns, "What the fuck is an old fart like her doing outside? Come on get out of the car, let's do this."

One by one the girls head out of the car, slowly as possible. Mrs. Visage lives in a penthouse in the city which explains the open balcony in the front.

"Hey geezer, whatcha doing up there? Having a drink?"

Mrs. Visage looks up from her book she's reading and reaches for her shot gun.

"You know, it would be really nice if you could really raise my F to an A in one easy step!" Adore giggles demonically.

Mrs. Visage has a look of confusion on her face, realizing who the familiar voice is.

"Adore Delano...Violet Chachki? Is that you?"

Adore draws out a slow, exaggerated laugh, "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."

"Go before I have to use this!" Michelle nods towards the left.

At this point everyone outside the van has their gun positioned for fire.

   Sharon steps out of the van aiming the tip of her gun to the Vice Principal's forehead.

   "Try us, Jersey girl." Sharon snaps to toughly, winking.

Michelle has no hesitation to shoot her, she nails Sharon right in the ear, missing her face.

   Sharon cups her left ear, falling to her knees, not dropping the gun. "Fu...ck...you...Visage."

   "Now go." Mrs. Visage commands sternly, with an impatient ring to her voice. Her cold and dead eyes send the girls back to their van. She's a motherly figure with a dark air about her. They all respect her, but not enough to let her live. They'll be back.

   "We'll be back, old lady."

Sharon drags herself into the van weakly, panting for help. Katya and Phi Phi trying huddling around her trying to clean her ear.

   "Sharon pushes Phi Phi off, "I'm fine, I don't need any help." Sharon demands delving into the first aid kit for gauze.

Phi Phi sits back in the seat, crossing her arms and mumbles under her breath, "Fucking party city always pushing me around..." She goes on a long excessive babble about how Sharon doesn't appreciate her enough.

After about ten minutes she took care of her ear and the blood started to clear up. "Alright guys, what are we gonna do now?"

"Find those cunts."

Sharon states, "Face it Vi, we're never going to find them, it's a huge city with thousands of people Purging. You're delusional, just get over it."

Violet keeps her eyes on the road, clenching the wheel like she's holding on for dear life.

She hits the breaks hard enough for the girls to hit the seats in front of them.

She turns around with fire in her eyes and barks, "Look Needles, they killed my best friend, now I kill them. I don't give a fuck about Visage or Rupaul anymore, I just want those girls in the palm of my hands. We can find them, we're going to find them. You even agreed to doing this, you can't back out now."