Kaitlyn's Revenge (Sequel to The Purge)

Hour 1

I open my door quietly and sneak out. I hold my backpack filled with weapons.

I shut the door and lock it. I chuckle to myself, imagine if I get robbed. Oh the irony!

I walk in the shadows of my street. Where should I go? Hmm.. How about to my school? I heard all these kids were going to have a purge party! It'll be fun to crash.

I walk quickly to my school which is 15 minutes away. The streets are empty. It feels so odd to be out during this time. I feel so venerable. "You are so stupid!", a deep voice slurs. "Am not!", a higher male voice snaps. I crouch into the bushes. Shit.

I watch as two men walk past the bush. "Hey!", the large overbearing one stops. I hold my breath in. As if they could hear me breathing. "You smell that?", he asks. I slowly begin to pull out my revolver from my bag. Sweat begins to pepper my forehead.

Adrenalin races through my body. I hold in my fear as the other man smells. "That's just you dimwit." They begin bickering over some useless thing and continue on. Guns in hand.

I release a huge breath. Holy. They... smelt my perfume. After they left I crawled out of the bush. I can't be so weak! I should've killed them where they stood. I look down the street and see a huge house with blaring music and lights flashing out of the windows. Now they're just asking for it. 

I walk up to the front door and begin to knock when the door slides open with no one at the door. I step inside cautiously. "Now all of you stop snivelling and give us all the cash!", an angry male voice growls. I guess I'm not the first one to visit. I carefully step to get a clear visual of the room without being spotted. I grip my revolver for dear life. I see 5 men with Guy Fawkes masks on. They all wear suits. What the hell? Some people are messed up. I see the circle of kids from my school. The popular football players and cheerleader. They are all wrist bound and some have gags. "Please! Don't hurt us! We don't have any money!", the candy apple red, Paris, wails. She always pissed me off, but no one deserves to die for no reason. Even if they were being dumbasses. 

One of the men pull her to her feet as she sobs. He smacks her across the face, the sounds echoes across the house. "Shut up.", he demands. That only makes her blubber more. He begins to look at her with a disguting intention. He was grabbing at her shirt when before I knew it I stepped in. I hold one gun in each hand. "Party's over assholes.", I snap. 

Everyone looks at me with different looks in their eyes, hatered and relief. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?!", the one holding Paris angrily shouts. "You'll see." I pull the trigger and I hear his body crumble to the ground. "Who's next?"