The Purge ∆ 5SOS

thirteen

Eleven hours in (6:00AM)

Korey

We all wobble behind Luke, none of us sure of what to say. We're all still a bit shooken up. Especially Ashton, who went back to the truck and made sure the back was locked and to put an old musty blanket on her to keep her warm.

Everyone's afraid to ask Luke where we're going. He's in an obvious state. He might be a little ball of awkward but when he's angry, you must fear him and watch your back. He won't intentionally hurt you but he might.

I feel Ashton's hand slowly lace it's way onto mine. Usually, I'd tell him off and to keep his trigger hand free but in these times I'll let it slide.

"Oh, Korey." He says in a sigh. "I'm not scared but I'm sure as hell sad."

I just nod in agreement, not wanting to say anything. I squeeze his hand and put my free one into my pocket. I turn and see Mike and Cal walking like soldiers; back straight and gun's ready.

Michael cracks me a small smile but I can't help but not return it. I just raise my eyebrows briefly in attempt to make some sort of positive emotion back then I turn back to face Ashton.

We walk for what seems like an hour but it can't be, the alarms for 7:00AM haven't gone off yet.

"Guys." Luke puts his arm out to the side to signal to stop. "We're here."

"Who lives here?" Calum asks as they jog to get up beside me.

"Lacey Queue." He smiles.

He drops his gun, which makes a loud sound but nothing happens. He throws his bag onto the ground and starts stifling through it in an obvious search for something important. He reaches in and mumbles eurika. He pulls out a small red and beige box.

"Matches?" I raise my eyebrows. "You're not gonna set their house on fire, are you?"

"C'mon, Korey." He begs.

"Do you even know it's her?" I try to reason. I see the angry pass infront of his eyes as thought they turned black briefly.

"I just d-do!" He starts panicking and tripping over his letters. "I h-heard her t-talking t-to her fr-friends and..."

"Okay, Luke." I let go of Ash and step towards Luke. "Don't cry."

"I'm tired of being weak." He pushes me away harshly and stumbles towards the house.

I break out into a jog when I notice that he's climbing the fence but by the time I get to the fence, he's already by a shrub outside and a match ready between his pointer finger and thumb.

He just looks up at the house and let's out a small sigh -- or sob -- then flicks his wrist, letting go of the match.

I gasp at the small shrub slowly catch fire and I'm to entranced to notice he does it to the shrub on the other side of the door.

"Luke!" I scream.

I can't see why I'm so worked up over his fire, I've been killing all night yet this... We are all too drained to deal with this. We all want to go home and mourn and cry.

"Done." He says.

He throws a rock into a window, it all shattering into pieces. He reaches his arm in, ignoring the scraping on his skin and lets the last match fall onto the ground.

I turn around and see Ashton hugging the boys atleast a few meters away. Behind them, I can see the sun rising and a chill passes through me.

"Luke... You've done your hurting, let's go."

"They haven't like I have, not yet." He puts his hands on the fence and starts to lift himself up.

"It's almost 7AM... You don't want to get in trouble."

He jumps and lands down beside me. He looks at me and I don't recognise him. His face is red, his perfect hair is a mess, the veins in his neck are bulging and theres skid marks all down his arms.

"I love her, you don't understand..." He flips his gun around a finger. He lifts his arms, still a bit shaking and points it to another window.

"Luk-" Ashton speaks up but quickly interupted.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

Luke pulls the trigger.