Delirious's breathing halted in fear.

'No, no no no he's here. . .' Delirious thought to himself, trying his best to camouflage himself with the dark shadows. Luckily, if he was quiet enough, he would be left alone. Evan took a few steps towards Nogla, who only backed up a bit more in response. "Nah ah ah, not so fast there." Evan laughed while he took out a hand gun; a revolver to be exact.

Nogla stopped in his tracks, but he just glared at Evan, "W-What do you want? Don't you have places to go, people to kill?"

"Congratulations, you just told us the most broad definition of the Purge." Evan said sarcastically while reloading his revolver. "Please, amuse me more."

Delirious cursed mentally, 'Goddammit Nogla shut up! Don't you know who you're dealing with?'

Nogla had his hand in his pocket -- Exactly where he had kept his switchblade. "L-Look Evan-"

"Call me Vanoss, just for tonight, if you will." Evan, or 'Vanoss' interrupted.

Nogla rolled his eyes, "Ok 'Vanoss', look, I don't want any problems. Take what you want. You can have my gun, my ammo, just leave me be."

"I would, but what happens then? You'll track us down, no? You and your buddies, er, if you even have any, will probably follow us and kill us all. Isn't that the case here? Or is it just me?"

Delirious bit back a reply, remembering that he was currently incognito. Nogla, on the other hand, tried keeping his composure as much as possible, "Me? Against you? You're out of your mind. Don't you remember who you are, and what you're capable of?"

Vanoss's eyes narrowed in confusion, "What am I capable of, then? Doing the same thing as you? Killing off the innocent on this annual purge night?"

Nogla's arms were shaking, as if he were holding something back that he so wanted to let go. A faint flick was heard which alarmed Delirious, making him wonder who was the living soul that had flipped their switch blade. "Who ever said I wanted to do anything like that! Did you not hear my rant from earlier or are you just deaf? Whatever, I don't blame you, so many people are blind and deaf these days that it makes me sick. And I'm not talking about the people with the disabilities."

"Of course I did, and honestly, it made me laugh. The News are probably putting replay on the event or something, we all obviously know how the press is now a days, don't we, gentlemen?" Vanoss asked while looking over his shoulder at his other companions.

As he did this, Nogla seemed to be in some sort of short trance. His mind was racing, and Delirious could tell once he laid his eyes on Nogla's stuffed pocket. Vanoss still had his back turned, and this seemed to motivate him, "A-And does it look like I care? Of course not! You probably do, don't you? You know you're pretty well known to the city, and you want to keep your title as the massive cunt and douchebag that you are. And people like you don't deserve to live!"

And that's where Nogla decided to strike.

He was close enough to Vanoss to get his switchblade into his chest. Delirious's eyes widened at Nogla's possible death wish, until there was something very, very wrong.

Evan wasn't bleeding.

Instead of a groan, the noise Vanoss emitted was a soft tap when the switch blade hit it's target. Delirious then knew what happened -- Vanoss had a bullet-proof vest on.

Nogla's eyes widened in fear when Vanoss aimed his revolver directly at his chest, his mouth forming into a sadistic-like grin, "Now that's where you're wrong, buddy."

Boom.

Delirious watched in horror as his newfound friend's knees buckled in front of the man that killed him. Vanoss watched wordlessly as the now dead individual fell sideways with a thump. A guy near him didn't even flinch, "Evan, let's go, we have other shit to do."

"Go, and you know where, Marcel." Vanoss agreed as he nodded towards his comrade.

The so called Marcel led the others who followed him back into the alley, just as some commotion was heard deep in the heart of the city. Vanoss, on the other hand, suddenly looked over at where Delirious was hiding, making Delirious's breath hitch in his throat. His heart was thumping wildly as their eyes met, and Delirious secretly wondered if Vanoss could actually see him, and he wasn't just looking towards a pitch black wall. Vanoss huffed as he looked back down at Nogla; He spat at his corpse, dropped his revolver,

And walked away.

-_-_-

I would have written more but that ending just seemed so fitting I'm sorry ;n;

I'll just start working on the next chapter right away bc this is too short for my liking.

Now that I think about it.

Guys, is Nogla Scottish or Irish? ;-;

I'm too lazy and tired to look it up and you are all always so nice to me so~ T_T