"No fuck this! I'm going home." Detox cries throwing her hammer on the floor.
                                 Violet snaps, "Fine, just leave. If you're not getting killed by me, you'll get killed by someone else."
                                 Detox walk calmly down the street, with her guard up for any attackers. All the girls sit and watch in the van down the street.
                                 As she walks past a street lamp a hammer emerges Detox's skull, by a mob of Purgers.
                                 Once they spot the van Violet tries starting the car, Tatianna has the keys.
                                 "Just get them from her!"
                                 "If I walk out of the van, we're gonna get mauled, just run!" Violet panics ordering the girls out, grabbing everything they have including the sweatshirt Violet denied wearing.
                                 Bianca panics, "I can't run in heels!"
                                 "Well shit Bi, take them off!" 
                                 Left and right bullets are swarming at them like bees, they're running in a zig zag motion to avoid getting shot.
                                 Bianca falls, leaving her helpless on the street. She's crowded by a swarm of purgers, all dressed as American symbols, there's Lady Liberty, Abe Lincoln, George Washington, and other people they can't make out. 
                                 Adore shrieks full of worry, "Bianca!"
                                 Adore tries running towards her defending her love interest, but the girls hold her back. She tries to escape until Violet convinces her to keep running.
                                 She's bawling now, eyes red, makeup smeared, running for her life. She feels like she can't breath but she knows she has to keep on pushing in order to live. Bianca wouldn't want her to die.
                                 Once they find a secure and safe spot in an alleyway they huddle around Adore, helping her relax.
                                 Violet rubs Adore's shoulder, "Adore, Bianca wouldn't want you to cry."
                                 She can't help it.
                                 Pearl puts a hand on Violet's convincing her with a low comforting voice, "Shhhh, just let her cry it out. It's healthy."
                                 The words let her cry it out it's healthy. Keep repeating in Violet's mind. She tried to show the least amount of emotions as she can when Fame was shot. Violet only showed anger. She feels it's now an appropriate time to let everything out.
                                 She throws herself onto Pearl, crying too. She can finally let go of all the bottled emotions, she can finally show more vulnerability. Violet's worst fear was showing a sign of weakness, but Pearl told her crying it's not a sign of weakness, it's a sign that she's human.
                                 "Just cry it out, girls."
                                 Violet looks up wiping a tear, "Do you guys just want to go home?"
                                 "There's no going home, remember? Did you see how Detox turned out? Let's just finish what we started." Adore rebuttals.
                                 "Are you sure?"
                                 "Positive."
                                 "Well, lets go girls! Bianca or Fame wouldn't want us to cry."
                                 "What about the rest of the girls who died?" Pearl asks.
                                 Violet tries to act confused, "Who?"
                                 Katya wheezes from laughing too hard," You-fucking-bitch!"
                                 Everyone giggles along too. Maybe this night won't turn out as bad as they thought.
   
                                      
                                          
                                   
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FanfictionFame, Adore, Violet, Pearl, Katya, Courtney, Willam, Alaska. What happens when eight best friends decide to finally participate in the annual Purge after being shut in their whole life? May God be with you all.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  