purge
pərj/
verb
1.
rid (someone) of an unwanted feeling, memory, or condition, typically giving a sense of cathartic release.
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Five minutes
Five fucking minutes
Five minutes to make it out of this shithole of a city before the alarms blared signing my death certificate and shipping me to hell or wherever the fuck you were destined to spend all of eternity.
Yes I Cael Matthews somehow managed to find myself in the middle of the goddamn highway heading towards Clayton and my ticket to safety the only problem was the gas was going quickly and I was literally running on fumes.
Oh sorry I forgot to leave the itsy bitsy fact that it was fucking purge night, the joyous holiday In which people go out and slaughter innocent/not innocent people to cleanse themselves my fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel unsubconsciously my eyes darkening at the single thought of how corrupt and disgusting the whole system was.
And here he was speeding like the devil was on my ass towards the safe heaven I took shelter in every year It was a nice home with the newest security system installed and kept up to date every year owned by my closest childhood friends Sama and Isabella.
No doubt their losing their fucking minds right now Isabella being the cool and collected one keeping Sama from fleeing the house and tracking me down himself I smiled fondly at the thought of them my body shifting into a slighter relaxed state at the knowing thought that they were alive and breathing.
The cars obnoxious beeping tore me from my thoughts only causing me to freeze my face paling immensely shit shit shit no no no this isn't happening I mentally screamed pushing on the gas petal until it hit the floor but it was all in vain as the car slowly rolled to a stop in the middle of the deserted road the sound of sirens ringing in his ears.
The sirens pronouncing the beginning of purge night and I was outside in the middle of New York the busiest city every year with no weapon.
I was fucked Oh so fucked.
- With The Masters And Their Butlers -
"Ohh Cielllll~" a bumbling blonde mused twirling the soft navy lock it's owner groaning in frustration only shooting him a side glance before turning his attention back to the worn book a work of Shakespeare or in his words 'the only work of art left in this god forsaken time period'
The sound of their able butlers working on boarding up the doors and windows as some pathetic defense against the monsters lurking outside on this horrid night. A deep wistful sigh resonated from within him at the memory of his manor and the quietness that would consume it all year round but "fortunately" they had managed to land theirselves in the year 2015.
But no that wasn't the earth rattling news that shocked him the most it was the fact that their butlers were powerless a shell of human It seemed the only functioning thing was hiding their true forms and their heeling process (which might I add they had found out the hard way).
So here they were hiding like the pathetic humans they all were now well I suppose Claude and Sebastian weren't humans? Humanoids? A snort sounded from the navy haired male at the obnoxious thought before setting his book down and snapping for his butler.
within a few moments the tall raven haired man stood before him his eyes looking almost drained and exhausted from today's work without his full demon capabilities the smaller boy lifted his head slowly crossing his legs lazily.
"How are things coming along any news?" He inquired fingering the tattered and worn spine of his novel his eyes becoming droopy with tiredness himself dealing with that Trancy brat took a bigger toll on him then he was willing to admit.
"I'm afraid not young master" he bowed before straightening up his eyes darting from corner to corner checking to be sure he and Claude had gotten everything there was no place for mistake if they wanted to survive this blood filled holiday.
he dragged his gaze back to the tiny master before speaking again. "Things are coming along fine every window and door has been nailed shut we will be fine" the crow reassured before bowing again and rushing off to find Faustus after being excused.
Sebastian needed rest as much as he wanted to ignore this factor he was tired so finding the bastard was a relief ebony locks showed their true plum shade as the dim light bounced off his hunched form his skilled hands worked diligently cutting the vegetables for the dinner they were preparing.
he strode up quickly tapping him on his shoulder claude whirled around butcher knife pressed to Sebastian's throat a dribble of crimson sliding down his pale neck other clutching him by the front of his uniform.
His grip went lax once he fully registered who it was he released him completely watching Sebastian stagger back a hacking mess he glowered down at the smaller demon before returning to dinner the crow took note of the slight tremble in his hands.
Sebastian rose a fine brow leaning against the counter "someone's a tad jumpy this night" he taunted with a playful smirk dapping the small amount of blood from his throat before the wound healed on its own.
Claude grunted continuing to do his task Sebastian sighed setting up the plates on the small rounded table standing in the middle of the spacious kitchenette getting this apartment was hard enough a task alone the couple that resided here before put up a fight for it but of course they didn't last very long.
As much as his master hated it they needed the accommodations and a place to hide from the monstrous people that plagued the streets at this time of year it did come as a shock being tossed into 2015 but the biggest shock had to be the holiday celebrated every year by these foolish humans.
the purge
the demons tongue slid over his bottom lip a shiver of delight sweeping over him at the thought of those blood lust filled eyes he stared into as they watched the live feed truly monstrous his fingers started to shake much like Claude's but for a completely different reason.
Maybe something interesting would come of this