Untold, thoughts.

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{Chapter 1}

I wake up in a flash, blood gushing out of my mouse. Wondering why me, why does this have to happen to me. Me I tell you, maybe god insisted me to live like this. Maby god gave me a reason to die, and this was my time. Or maybe the reason why I'm even on this earth is to help her, help my love. Help my soul mate, but what is love when all you got is fear. Fear quaking inside my fellow heart that God made me.Those people out there are here to kill. Not to take anything, not to break anything. To KILL. And it's for my time to stop that... this is my time.

I walk outside everything is burning, my soul, my flowers, my house. I know that this is the time I stop the human race for doing this to themselves.I look to the left, nothing to the right, nothing.

"Thank god."

I walk on the street, pistol in my hand. And its ready to blast fire and any of these people that try to stop me from ending this thing called the purge. I hear something from the left.

{Looks left}

A guy comes from no were from my right and clonks me on the head. Anything after that was kind of a blur. I wake up next to a rat looks into my soul. I try to get up by my legs denied that offer. I look down at my legs. I see nothing just blades and tools that doctor's use. Then a door opens [WACK] Then comes out some men with baby masks on with saw's in there hand

"Oh no, oh-oh no."



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