Revelation

Part Three

Part Three

Mark wasn't in a good state. His lip was cut and swollen, just like one of his eyes. There were purple bruises all over his face and his shirt was full of blood. He had disappeared before the Purge even begun. He never came back home to Rose because he was here the whole time. I had no idea why. Mark was a good person with a good heart.

The other people sitting in the circle were strangers. This made only two people that I knew in the Purge. One was murdered and the other one half way to his death.

I also heard that people liked to go to other states during the Purge, so no one in their hometown knew they had participated. It was sort of smart, especially for those who wanted to keep the innocent look.

But no one was innocent.

"Mark," I whispered. He was across from me and barely conscious. He kept wobbling his head from side to side like he wanted to pass out into a deep sleep. "Mark!"

"Hey, you! Stop talking!"

Fifteen long minutes later, an old guy in a wheel chair came in. He had five bodyguards all around him, which answered my question from earlier. They were protecting him. He was an ordinary old man. White hair, wrinkly skin, baggy eyes and a tube that went through his nostrils.

They wheeled him in next to me, on the only spot without a chair. He coughed into a napkin and quickly folded it and threw it away.

Clearing his throat, he examined everyone in the ring.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here," he said in a raspy voice.

"You're going to steal one of our lungs? Need it badly for a transplant?" the guy next to Mark said.

The old guy laughed, which only turned into more coughing.

"No," he said. "I might die tonight with all of you. This isn't about my body, it's about a little fun before I'm gone."

One of the bodyguards walked into the circle and took out a gun. He pointed it at everyone, and when it was my turn, I stiffened. I couldn't see how I was going to get out of this alive. There were too many guards. Too many ways to die.

"So you want to play a game?" the same guy said. He looked like he had enough of the Purge for tonight.

"Are you all aware of the game Russian roulette?" said the old man.

Eyes were rolled. It seemed like I was the only one truly afraid for my life. Everyone else, besides Mark, were seconds away from breaking from their handcuffs and ripping out the old man's throat. They were tough looking, the mafia type.

"Why am I here? Why did you chase me all the way to the wrestling building just to get me?" I asked.

"You're right, we did chase you," said the old man. "We were paid to find you all and kill you. Someone wants you dead."

"What? But I've never done anything to anyone!" I said, getting furious. Surely they had the wrong person. I was a no body. I stayed home all day and night and did nothing. I didn't take anyone's job or date a jealous person's ex. Why would anyone want me dead?

"That's what you think," he said. "But the truth is, we've pissed off someone at least once in our lives. And that hate can stay with you for a very long time, till eventually . . . you do something about it."

"But you must have the wrong person. I am good to everyone," I said.

"Listen, you're starting to annoy me. Nobody's perfect, especially you. Eh?"