The Purge ∆ 5SOS

six point five

four and a half hours in (11:30)

Michael

I fucking hate his guts. I hate him. I don't think I could hate anything as much as I hate this guy. Well, aside from mushrooms. Other than that! I hate him.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Who is he to think he's above me? I'm much more talented than any other guitar guy he got to play instead of me. I've seen their shows they play at school assemblies; they're so lame. Where the rock? They stand there like they're bored and it makes my legs itch to bounce around  on stage for them.

It's rude. Fucking rude. I don't care if my hair was a bright blue, he had no place to tell me I can't join because of how I look.

I wonder if he'll like my hair now that its red like his blood. 

"Michael?" Calum shouts from behind me. "What are you doing, mate?" He jogs over, sliding his gun into the waterbottle pocket of his backpack.

"Looking for a fucking way in, what does it look like?" I snap, turning my head at him. He puts his hands up deffensively and I bit my lip. "Sorry, I'm just upset."

"Michael, you can't get it. It's nothing personal, really." Brad shrugs, looking bored at me. "But you, Calum." Brad smiles at him. "You could get in. It'd be real sweet, dude."

"It's okay." He turns away, looking at the rest of the group coming up. "Look around for some window, I'm gonna try to pick the lock."

"Alright." I go around the house, sighing at all the bushes that surround the side of his house.

I hear Ashton and Korey come up behind me, a smile on Korey's face. She's creepy, quite. She likes weird things and the fact that she's having fun just isn't that great.

Don't get me wrong, she's my friend but she could never be a lost interest.

Ashton stretches his arms out, letting out a small yawn before kicking at the bushes. We do that for a bit until we get to the back of the house. Ashton kicks a branch and gets a clank in return. He turns around and gives me a small smile.

"Found a window." He says simply as he pulls a small hand saw from his backpack. "Now we cut these bushes and we break the window."

"I doubt it's that simple." Calum says, crossing his arms infront of his chest. "I heard he saw this coming."

"And where'd you hear this?" Ashton turns around, the saw up in the air.

"Uh..." He bits his lip.

"Exactly." Ashton smiles, squatting to the ground. He starts doing quick arm motions. 

Korey and Calum back up, standing beside me and start watching him, both of them staring intensly. I smile and reach my hand over, grabbing both Cal and Korey's hand in mind. I didn't notice I was shaking until Korey squeezes my hand.

Ashton bends up, pulling up branches and branches as he tosses them behind him to the side. Ashton's been working out, of course he doesn't need help. I probably should of worked out before all this. Brad is a lot stronger and buffer than I am. I'm taller though but I know his tuba arms are nothing to compare.

Well, tough luck for him cause I've got a fucking gun.

Korey pulls away and my hand suddenly gets cold. The cold breeze pulls me away from my thoughts and I realize Ashton cleaned off the branches. She lifts her boots, showing of shiny studs at the bottom of her shoes. When did she get those?

"You like them?" She smirks before lifting her foor and kicking it harshly, the glass quickly shattering. She kicks lighter around the edges to clean them up before turning on a little hand flashlight.

"Ready?" I ask, going up to her.

"Boys!" Ashton jobs around to the front. "We got a window!" 

Korey squats down and looks down into the basement. She pushes her legs in first and then slides in on her back down. Theres a loud crunch of glass and she gets up on her tippy toes, poking her head up towards the window.

"There's glass, careful." She smirks before walking away, I see a little light going deep in the room.

One after one, we all go in. I go in after then Luke, Sid, Cal and Ashton. When I get on my feet, I look around. It's some kind of rec-room, obviously. I big tv, games and large ass sofa.

I see stairs in the far corner.

"You guys look down here. If you find him, call me. Like, on my phone." I nod. "I don't wanna have to kill any more people than I have to."

We all seperate. I grab Korey and Luke to come upstairs with me. Luke, obviously wants to stay with Sid but he needs to be a big boy and grow up. Luke is my right hand man, even though he'd never want to hurt anyone. And Korey's ruthless and can kill if she needs to.

We scury up the stairs, being on the main level. Beside us is a small stair set, probably to the attic.

"Are you scared?" Korey bumps into Luke, who shakes his head profusely. "Pffft." She giggles.

"I'm not afraid." He says sternly and I laugh. Maybe Luke will let his anger get the best of him for once. Tonight is the one night that it's alright. 

"There, there." I smirk. "I'm gonna go up to the attic. Please don't kill each other."

They go into another room and I let out a loud breath. I kinda hope he's not up here but I kinda do. I want to get this done and over with. I want him dead, out of my life. He's the only one that's ever hated me. Maybe I could even take over the club.

That's a bit far out but it'd still be nice. 

I get up and push open the little door. I stay low and stick my head out, looking around. There's boxes and old picture frames scattered around. The moon comes in from a small window and it looks eerie. Can you say vampire room?

I get up the stairs and look around, mostly at the boxes infront of me. Theres a fine layer of dust infront of me.

BANG

I turn around, seeing a boy about my height with glasses and a stripped shirt right behind the door. Fucking Brad Price. Wonderful.

"Michael." He says, obviously trying to be confident but it comes out in a shaky breath. "What brings you here?"

"Don't be fucking stupid." I shake my head, pulling my handgun up.

"You wouldn't." He says, doubtfully.

I didn't plan on doing this. I kinda hoped Korey would. I'm not afraid though. I killed that other guy, I can kill this guy. There's nothing wrong with this. It's legal. This is what the Purge was made for.

I lift my gun and shoot him in the knee.

"Fuck!" He falls down, holding his leg now to him. "You fucking dick!" 

I just smirk and hear another gun shot go off downstairs. Maybe I could just let him live. Just maybe.

Haha, not actually.

I'm gonna shoot him. I'm gonna do it. What should I say? What's my last words to him gonna be? Something smart or clever?

He lets out a load groan, curling up in a ball. I feel bad, a little, watching him groan and cry in pain. But I guess it's only revenge for all the pain he did me.

"Hey, Brad?" I say, staring at him.

"What?" He snaps, still holding him leg.

"Fuck you." I shoot. 

Authors note:

"Almost" is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

Michael's a ruthless killer oops

(dedicated to skunkboy cause wow her stories are lIFE)