Once the evening arrived, the neighborhood looked like some sort of failed attempt at nuclear bomb prevention.

Most of the windows were boarded up with measly wooden floorboards, and the night was as quiet as some sort of lullaby for a peaceful, sleeping child. Jonathan didn't like it, not one bit, he never did. He held his gun at his hip, and he fumbled with the bullets between his fingers as if they were toys. He nervously looked at the clock in front of him, a television was also near him, which brightened the left side of his face while the electronic laid on top of a small, wooden table.

6:55 p.m, that's what the clock read.

Jonathan frowned and he looked outside of his window. Five more minutes. Five more minutes until the annual event of a lifetime. He had enough time already to lock his doors, board up his windows, and much much more. It was an annual thing, no one would understand unless they lived through it. Currently, the United States was the only state where this "holiday" occurs. But it won't be long until the other countries would be influenced by the event and decide to celebrate it as well. Jonathan sure wished the international citizens some luck. . . They'll need it.

He looked at the clock once more, until finally, the skin-prickling announcement began. Jonathan tensed as he heard the following same words every year:

This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government.

Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge.

All other weapons are restricted.

Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.

Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes.

Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.

The alarms went off, their cries being heard throughout the entire American nation. Jonathan grew restless as he remembered what had happened earlier. His new alliances, an interesting meeting with a stranger, the sudden affection and trust coming from Lui's comrades, it made Jonathan confused as to whether he wanted to back out now, or continue with his lust for blood and death. He wasn't aware of the knocking coming from his garage door, which made him tense. He turned to look over at it and stare. Did he really want to do this? To go out and kill? Jonathan licked his red lips nervously as he slowly approached the door.

Was this what he really wanted?

To let out his frustrations on innocent people? But, would they be considered innocent, though? They were also going out to kill, at least, the ones who don't get stuck in the middle of the Purge before midnight. Jonathan pressed his hand onto the door knob, and he slowly turned it, revealing none other than Lui. "You ready to go, Delirious?"

Jonathan internally flinched, but his gaze was stern as he held up his equipment, ". . . Yeah, I'm good."

"Good, come on." Lui said, just as the alarms went completely silent, giving Jonathan an eerie feeling. What would occur now? Lui caught Jonathan daydreaming, "Hey, Earth to Delirious, you coming?"

Jonathan blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as he muttered, "Y-Yeah. . . Let me just get something real quick."

Lui nodded, "We'll wait for you outside. Oh, and by the way, don't try anything funny."

Jonathan flinched at his remark, and he murmured, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of it. . ."
Jonathan walked towards a specific drawer, and he pulled it open, revealing a dirty hockey mask. He scowled at it, wondering why he hadn't cleaned it before, but he adjusted it onto his face anyway. He didn't want anyone to recognize him, because tonight, was not a night for trusting. Hell, he didn't even trust Lui or the gang. Not even anyone or anything that he would come across. What if some innocent-looking person was actually a crazy individual whom would stab you in the back no matter what? Jonathan just couldn't risk it.

After a long while, Jonathan looked at the clock before going outside into Purging territory.

It was 7:03 p.m.

Twelve hours, Jonathan thought to himself as he walked up to Lui as he shook the hands with the other people there with him. Twelve hours of complete madness and the most terrible things imaginable.
As he looked around the street, he shuddered as he held his baseball bat tightly, muttering to only himself,

"May god help us all indeed. . . "

-_-_-

Sorry this was short but I'm building up tension ;)

. . . Yeah I'm a horrible person ><

But you fucks are all lucky that I have plans for this book so yeah cool beans.