Summary: The Purge is like bathing in mud, a kind of dirty that never goes away, that soaks into every pore and leaves your soul to rot. Sam decides to spend the night at her best friend Kate's apartment, said to be the "safest building in the city". WARNING! Contains graphic violence and non-con

A/N: Please do not read if you are sensitive to graphic descriptions of rape and violence. This is a maturely rated fiction based off of an R-rated film. Read at your own discretion.

I quite obviously do not own The Purge. I have only invented characters to play in its universe.


"Hey, Bitch." A cheerful Kate greeted Sam in her living room, handing her a cup of coffee. Her long pale legs crossing as she plopped down on the couch next to her. "Mentally prepared for your first San Diego Purge yet? We have a month." Sam looked down at the date on her laptop, and sighed.

"Are you going to ask Peter and Louis if they'll join us that wonderful evening?" The brunette asked, setting the hot mug down on the table. Kate made a face that was all the more unflattering when combined with her tangled red hair. As the sun streamed through the window, she looked like a bald person with her head on fire.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, but your brother is such an asshole."

"Yeah, but you and Peter would have an excuse for some alone time while I hang out with Louis and watch movies, with the volume WAY up." Sam added, making the beautiful redhead smile.

"Do you think he likes me?" Kate asked before downing her coffee in one gulp.

"What's not to like? Especially if he's into women that are CHRONICALLY LATE FOR WORK!" Kate shrieked, jumping to her feet and dashing to her bedroom, knocking Sam's coffee over on the way.

"It's fine!" she yelled from the other room while Sam set her laptop down and grabbed a rag from the kitchen. "Damnit, where are my keys?!"

"On your nightstand! Oh, I made you lunch, it's in the fridge! There is NO WAY you're getting a lunch break today!" Kate emerged from the bedroom, keys in hand.

"Thanks, Mom! You know, I'm not sure why you don't just move in with me. You're here more than your own apartment."

"Because we're grown-ups, Kate, and I don't want there to be any chance of my brother seeing who I bring home at night."

"Okay… yeah, living across the hall from your brother would be a little weird, but it isn't weird for a grown-up to have a roommate! Louis lives with Peter… and they're men."

"Louis lives with Peter because this is the safest apartment building in the city and Peter is irresponsible with his daddy's money. You two are soul mates, Kate!"

Kate stuck her tongue out.

"Being an asshole must run in the family! Plan on the bar again tonight, jerk. Peter is meeting us at Sancho's." She reached into the fridge for her lunch.

"Ugh, I HATE Sancho's."

"I know, but it's within walking distance. Ta!" Kate yelled loudly, slamming the door and running down the hallway. Sam pulled her hair back and went back to her laptop to check her email. One message was very strange. She didn't recognize the sender and it had no subject. The message read: We are almost there, my love. Feels like I've been waiting for forever. One month.

Sam quickly deleted it. I'm sure it's just a joke, she thought, assholes do this kind of shit every year. She shut the computer and headed for the bathroom. If she didn't shower now she would be late too.

Sam plopped down at the bar and ordered a drink from their usual bartender, checking her phone for any sign of Kate. Sam was already purposefully tardy. Knowing that her friend would be late was always a given, knowing how late was the challenge. She twirled her straw around in boredom, knocking the ice cubes around while she ignored looks from various men. Despite this avoidance, a man sat next to her and ordered a drink.

"Hello, gorgeous. Come here often?" He asked. She burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, but are you serious? Do people really still say that?"

"Is my opening line a bit rusty?" Sam smiled, flashing her perfect teeth.

"Uh, yeah maybe a little."

"My apologies… Jack." The man offered his hand to her, she shook it. He had a charming English accent, easily his most attractive quality and he was likely a good decade older than her, but very handsome. His hair was dark, short and full, and wrinkles framed his eyes when he smiled which greatly suited him.

"Sam."

"Hello, Sam. Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm waiting for someone." Sam had meant Kate, but just then Peter came up and hugged her a bit more intimately than she would have expected.

"Oh! Hey, Peter. Uh, this is Jack." The men shook hands and Jack stood from his chair.

"It was lovely to meet you, Sam. Enjoy your evening." Sam smiled and Peter quickly sat down next to her.

"Who was that guy?" Peter asked while motioning to the bartender that he wanted the same drink Sam had.

"That was Jack. A guy who sat down in an empty seat that should have had one of my friends in it!" She smiled.

"Smartass. Where's Kate?"

"Kate is late. Louis must be working tonight?"

"You got it. He's working ridiculous hours after he punched that other cop."

"Yeah, I know. Isn't it funny how much we still need cops even though this Purge is such a godsend ? Especially around this time of year. Just look at this shit hole, it's never this busy. Soon as The Purge starts creeping up people get anxious, anxious people get drunk and drunk people cause problems. It's moronic. " Sam said, rolling her eyes and downing her drink. Almost immediately the bartender slid another one in front of her.

"Great service, though." Sam smiled and nodded.

"Quite true. "

"That and walking distance."

"Ugh… shut up. "

"So uh, if Kate doesn't show up you're welcome to come back with me tonight. I rented La Purga, if you haven't seen it. It's supposed to be super scary."

"You live with my big brother, Peter, he has a temper and a gun. Besides, I heard that movie sucked."

Sam checked her phone again, it was nearing 1 a.m. Kate came in, breathing hard and looking exhausted around 1:30.

Sam stood up and hugged her, offering up her seat. "I was starting to get worried! You should really text me when you're going to be this late. How would I ever know if you were in trouble?" Kate declined to sit.

"Sorry, I was late to work, as you know, and they kept me until 1 this time, but anyway… is that for me?" Kate motioned toward the extra drink. Sam nodded, handing it to her.

"Yeah, I ordered a triple. They don't normally do that, but for you the world. You seem to have already started, what is that smell? Whiskey?"

"Yesss, that'd be my boss. There's a reason I still have a job, my dear. I'll be right back, have to break the seal."

"I hate that phrase."

"Yeah, yeah." Kate scurried off to the bathroom, and Sam sat back down. She was trying to help Kate get closer to Peter, but Kate never made anything very easy. Peter had moved his chair awkwardly close to hers and was clearly pretty drunk. He had ordered numerous shots, a few rounds she had taken part in, and he was now slurring. He had one large arm around her shoulders, leaning inappropriately close to her face. His mouth was but a few inches from hers and overwhelmingly fragrant with whiskey.

"Break it up you two or I'll have to cut you off." The bartender said, causing Peter to back off and earning a thankful look from Sam. Although the bartender had no actual intention of serving Peter anything more anyway.

Kate witnessed their physical closeness as she exited the bathroom and it made her immediately furious. She went up to the opposite end of the bar and sat down. The handsome usual bartender came over.

"Hey, beautiful, it's last call. Want anything?" Kate nodded.

"Yeah. Come home with me tonight." He gave her an extremely attractive half-smile, while considering her offer.

"Alright, coming right up." She smiled back, batting her eyelashes.

"And a double whiskey coke." She ordered and he laughed.

"Sure, but let's save it for your place, okay?"

"Deal."

Sam paid her tab, and the bar had just about cleared out. Where the fuck is Kate now?! She wondered. She was going to have to bring overly drunk Peter home, she knew, but not before she figured out where Kate was. A server informed her that Kate left with their bartender, Eric. Sam sighed, Kate… She must be angry and it could only be at her. She must have seen how Peter was acting and left, because she would never leave without telling her. She got Peter up and they began walking to the apartment. They were almost to the door when Peter vomited, all down the front of Sam's dress.

"Jesus Christ, Peter!" Sam yelled, backing away from the apologetic man whom had somehow managed to get nothing on the walls or carpet or anywhere other than her dress and his own shirt. She led him in and they went to his room where she made him sit down on his bed and handed him the trash bin from beside his desk. She went to the kitchen and peeled off her dress, bagged the article of clothing and threw it away. She went back into Peter's room and made him stand so she could remove his shirt without getting vomit in his hair. His large body began to slump over her and she could not support his weight. She fell backwards on the bed, Peter's heavy body on top of hers. "Peter!" She yelled, trying to make him realize he had fallen on top of her. Shortly following, she heard a door slam and saw Louis in the bedroom doorway.