A/N: Thank you so much for my 3 reviewers. I honestly didn't think anyone was going to read this! :P Please enjoy and review. I kind of forgot the order of some things. So I am going to go with what I want to write. Who wants to read something exactly like the real thing anyway? xD Just watch the movie in that case. And lines from the movie won't be word for word here!
Please remember that in my fanfic that it isn't 12, but 24 hours. I changed it to make my story a bit longer!
I shoot up from my short and not so peaceful slumber. Screams and cries fill my ears. I'm too sleepy to comprehend anything. Worried, for sure, but the heaviness I feel in my limbs doesn't let me move fast enough. I start to remember its purge night and nightmares flood my brain. I swing my legs forcefully over the edge of my bed and make myself walk to the hallway. Through blurry eyes, I can see a small pool of blood on the staircase and Zoe crying.
Henry.
"Henry," Zoe sobs, trying to make her way as fast as possible up the stairs. Still confused as too if I am in a nightmare or if this is reality, I let her by.
Henry is choking on what I assume is his own blood. I turn to Uncle and tilt my head.
"Uncle James?" I question. He looks horrified as he holds a pistol in his hands. Aunty Mary is a nervous wreck. He looks to me and neither of us knows what to say. "I killed him!" Aunty Mary tugs at his arm.
"James! No!" He tries to run after the young couple. "I'll go, Henry didn't try to kill me!" She begged.
That's what happened?
"Nicole," Aunty Mary, holding my Uncle back, looks at me.
"What happened?" I demand. Neither of them answers me. I know what happened just by observing. "What happened?" I ask, clenching my fist.
Uncle James rips free from Aunty Mary and shoots up the stairs. He's so focused on getting to Henry and Zoe that he bangs into me without saying a word.
Not caring, I follow him.
"I asked what happened." I stood in Zoe's doorway, wary of where I step or what I say. Henry's body lays there, still and blue. He's dead. Any medical student can tell you that.
Zoe shakes her head.
"I'm sorry, dad," she sobs, running past me. Something tells me to go after her instead, but I stay with my Uncle.
"He's dead," Uncle James says, standing up and leaving.
In a daze and not believing what had just happened, I follow him down the stairs and into the security room. Aunty Mary rubs her head while Charlie sits, feeling guilty. I can sense it. I look around and can't believe my luck. I would have been much safer alone in my house than here.
"James, our daughter is out there with that man!" She freaks and I look at her.
"Henry is dead," I state. She shakes her head. I nod. "Yes, he is!"
"Not that man," Uncle James corrects me, frustrated. I back off a little and the little ball of nerves start to form in my belly once again. He points to Charlie. "Charlie disarmed the security system and let a man in our home!"
"We don't know where he is or what he wants," Aunty Mary says, finishing her husband's sentence. I turn to Charlie, my eyes wide and my mouth open.
"Are you stupid?" I forced out. "Charlie! What were you thinking?" I rub my temple trying to keep calm.
"He needed help!" He protested. "There were people after him and no one was-"he pauses, staring at the security screens. He was right to.
A group of people wearing masks walked up to our security cameras. This wasn't good. They were purgers. Not your average city purgers, either. They were the determined type. One takes off his mask and he looks no older than me. A smart, well educated man. You could tell.
He wasn't ugly, but quite handsome and if I had seen him anytime other than now, I would have been swooned off my feet by his unnatural good looks. He starts to smile and I know longer see a good-looking man, but the joker. Was he? If so, where is batman to save us? His mouth starts to move, but words don't come out.
"He's saying something!" I point out. My uncle quickly turns on the sound and his voice is just as attractive as he is.
"Hi, Sandins," he says, biting his lip a bit before continuing. "Your home tells us your some good folks, like us. We're the haves and your blue flowers tell us that you support the purge," he says. It's true. Every house in our gated community has the pretty blue flowers planted outside our porches. He continues his long speech and I lose track by zoning out.
I catch bits and pieces, but nothing more.
"You need to return him to us," he continues and I listen once again. He's making a fare bargain and I want a part in it because it's my life…my family's life on the line. "So we may purge as we are entitled. Here's the plan, Sandin's, you have until our provisions arrive…provisions that will help us break into your elegant home. If you don't release him within the hour, we will release the beast on him," he pauses and his grin gets big. "And…on you. We can enter any home we want, and we will want because want is our will on this fine night. Don't force us to hurt you! We don't want to hurt our own, "he tells us and chills run up and down my back. "Please just let us purge!"
"What a sick bastard," I whisper, finding myself clinging to Charlie by his school shirt. "Why can't he go purge somewhere else?"
"Toodaloo, Sandin's!" He laughs and he turns away, holding hands with a blonde girl. I hear him mumble something and then our power is cut.
I want to scream, but for Charlie's sake, I keep quiet.
"What do we do now?" Aunty asks.
"Can I go home?" Is all I can get out. I know I can't go home. It's impossible, but the thought is nice.
Nicer than the thought that there is a big fat chance I will die tonight.