The Purge: 5 Seconds of Summer

Chapter 2

Ashton's POV:

Its already fucking 4:58 and only Michael is here.

And the fucker actually remembered all his shit. Good for him.

I quickly yank the curtains from my bedroom window back, finding Luke and Calum sprinting up to my doorway.

"About fucking time." i mumble trotting downstairs to let them inside.

"One more minute and i would have killed you fuckers. Did u get all your shit shitheads?" i demand, glaring at each of them.

"U-uh yeah...of c-course." Luke stumbles swallowing hard.

I just nod eyeing Calum, who is sweating bullets and fiddling with the straps of his bookbag.

"The fuck is your problem Cal? Aren't you excited buddy." i mock.

His head snaps up. His face pale.

"H-hell yeah man. Uh, can't wait to uh...ya know...kill people." his voice shakes and even fucking Helen Keller would have known hes a lying little shit.

I put on a fake smirk.

"Good." i say dragging out the vowel. "Well, let's go get ready, yea?"

The two boys nod and follow my upstairs, where Michael is exaiming a very large knife. He puts it down when he sees Luke and Calum behind me.

I see him give them a wesk smile as if saying 'everything will be okay'.

Pussies.

How can they not be excited? Letting out all your anger, drinking, vandelism, killing shit. I feel giddy just thinking about it. Plus it's all legal.

Encouraged even.

They can go around and just end all of these stupid people. Everyone they hate will be gone. There lives will be so much better. They just need to see it how I do.

I need to show them.

Michael's POV:

"Well let's get ready then, yea?" Ashton says before approaching his closet and getting out his apparel for the night.

I sift through my bag that I brought, Calum and Luke do they same, trying to act relaxed. But I can see there hands shaking. Damn it, they need to be cool. They have to. Or Ashton will just fucking kill them. Literally.

Fuck, now I'm shaking. What if I can't do it?

I just force myself to think to fucking James and Sam together.

Then I think of us together.

I need to do this. Not just for myself but for Sam. She deserves so much better. I can treat her like she is the most special, most beautiful girl in the whole world. Because she is. She is to me.

I pratically get excited just thinking about us, finally together. Holding her hand. Hugging her.

Kissing her.

Just the thought of her being mine. It invoulentarily brings a smile to my face. I am just standing there smiling like an idiot. I can't wait to hold her, stroke her long brown hair, stare into her beautiful blue eyes and tell her how much I love her. Damn I would kill for her.

I am going to kill for her. But she will never know. She can't ever know. 

"Hurry the fuck up man." Ashton barks.

I quickly look up to see that they are all dressed and I am still standing in the middle of the room, thinking of Sam.

"Shit, sorry." I mumble.

"You were thinking of Sam weren't you?" Ashton asks me, smirking.

"Wh- uh...no.."

"Weren't you?" he asks again still with that smug-ass smirk on his lips.

I feel my face slightly redden and I softly nod.

"Don't worry mate, she'll be yours after tonight." He pats my back, now full on grinning. "Now get dressed so we can get a plan together."

I quickly put on my black jeans, black v-neck and black zip-up sweatshirt. I then retrieve my mask just staring at it. It's all white and has the number 2 written in sharpie right between the eyes. The rest of the boys are exacting the same, but with differnet numbers.

Ashton is 1.

I am 2.

Calum is 3.

Luke is 4.

We are all dressed exactly the same, so we need some way to tell each other apart. No one puts on there masks yet. We all just sit there waiting for Ashton to tell us the paln about tonight. I sit on the edge of his bed thinking about tonight...

Luke's POV:

I feel like I am literally going to vomit. But I can't, because then Ash would definatley kill me. I just try to pay attention to what Ash is tlking about. We are all crowded in his room, talking about our plan for the night.

"Ok, so first we are gonna head down to Peter's so Luke can have a go at him." He smirks at me and I stop breathing. We are really gonna do this. I am really gonna do this. Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

I can't fucking do this. I won't fucking do this. I just stare at Ashton, wide eyed, but he doesn't even notice. His attention is now on Michael, probably talking about James. But I can't hear anything he is saying. I can;t hear anything but the ringing of my ears. Their lips are moving but the room is filled with silence, making me feel even more alone.

I can't do this.