Jane's Purge
One day a year the usual rules that govern human behavior are thrown to the side.
One day a year anyone that is a have not is considered prey by the haves.
And the Lanes, thanks to their globetrotting parents, were very much have nots.
Jane smiled into the side mirror of her brother's car as they walked out of the house, unconcerned that it was getting dark.
They were armed with everything they had managed to scrounge together, just like they had each year.
However a windfall had come their way by her friendship with Daria, a snarky unpopular anti-social girl like herself.
However due to her income bracket and her parents not believing that they needed to purge their negative emotions, Daria had never found her real outlet, her true calling.
"So she lives it out through us each and every single year." Jane told her reflection before taking the small handgun and pointing it at the glass.
"Janie!" Trent said in a rare snap, "Save the ammo for later."
"Sorry." She replied sheepishly before putting the gun away.
Trent gave her a smile, "Come on, Nick is coming with his truck and the guys got the pickup of the heavy stuff last night."
Jane laughed darkly, "So Daria's guy came through for us."
Trent's grin would have terrified a shark, "Yeah, well that's Texans for you."
Both of the youngest Lanes indulged in dark laughs as they saw the headlights of Nick's truck coming up to them, they had another hour before the start of the Purge.
That one day a year when the animal within everyone was let out for a single night of bloodletting.
And then, bottled back up for next year.
"And this year is going to be extra special," Jane said to herself quietly, "Daria's killing her folks and making herself into a real woman. And we're going to give those pussy purgers in the Crewe Neck who think they are so tough a taste of their own medicine.
As the truck pulled up and the guys of Mystik Spiral cheered and waved at them, Jesse tossing them a pair of ski-masks to hide their IDs to prevent retaliatory attacks on the next Purge, Jane wondered what it would be like when she came a callin' on the Sloanes.
"Poor Tom," Jane thought with no sympathy, "The idiot didn't figure out that I got all their security codes when things started going south... Well he shouldn't have tried to kiss my best friend, so fuck him!"
As Jane climbed into the truck she thought about Daria briefly with a sense of pride, her friend had known better than to let the bored little rich boy play tonsil hockey with her while still dating her friend.
"Smart for Daria," Jane muttered to herself even as Max and Trent began comparing caliber rounds, "Not so smart for Tom and his family, only one of whom even knows how to use a gun."
The Sloane's weren't big on the Purge either.
Big mistake on their parts.
"Because the Purge is going to be BIG on them tonight!" Jane hissed to herself with a dark smile, her ruby red lips pouting a kiss towards the rising full moon.
They'd find a shady spot, lay low for a bit, and then paint the Sloane's Manor red!
"And in the morning we'll have brand new material for my paintings." Her creative voice whispered to her, already plotting ways to splash beautiful hues of red onto virgin canvas in the form of beautiful contorted bodies.
The only thing more expressive than that was the performance piece she made each year, with each human life that died at the end of her bullets and her blades.
"And I'll be there to congratulate you Daria," Jane whispered to the stars themselves.
"I promise..."
FIN...