TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER. MAJOR VIOLENCE. GORE, IF YOU CAN CALL IT THAT. AND SEXUAL ASSULT, AS WELL AS DEATH. IF YOU CAN NOT READ, PLEASE PM ME, AND I WILL CLEAR IT UP, AS BEST I CAN. WARNING WILL BE POSTED BEFORE IT HAPPENS.

It was quiet. Still. No moved, no one even let their unsteady breath escape. Aubrey had circled the mound to the right side like she had be instructed. Stacie went around the left side, making sure it was clear before continuing onto the back. Chloe and Beca were going in through the front.

They stood close to the door. Their eyes on each other, listening for any movement from the inside.

"You ready?" Beca asked, lifting her gun, making sure it was ready to fire.

Chloe nodded. "To listen to them choke on their own blood?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm ready."

Beca nodded. She and Chloe were going in together. They had somethings they needed to do, before killing the sorry souls inside. Stacie and Aubrey would stay outside, in case one of them somehow escaped.

With a breath, Beca stood in front of the nearly hidden door. Chloe stepped aside slightly and nodded at her, raising her own gun.

With one final silent prayer for the safety of Chloe and their friends. She threw her foot out, kicking in the door. The sound echoed through the nearly empty, wooded area.

Gun shots rang out immediately.

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1 Year ago

Beca had been getting calls all day from Chloe, but had missed every one of them. She had just been nominated for a Grammy a week prior and the interviews were still coming in strong. She had missed he calls, texts, and messages. The label was crawling with people trying to get in their questions about the award show, the album, how she was feeling and she was about to go lock herself in a janitors closet. The smell of cleaner and dirty rags sounded like heaven compared to this right now.

It was nearly eight that night, and she had just walked out of her office, after giving yet another few words on the nomination when she looked up to see Chloe charging toward her.

"Chlo, I'm so sorry, I know I haven't returned your-"She was cut off as the red head sped up and leapt into her arms, her legs wrapping around her waist.

Beca was shocked for a moment, it quickly wrapped her arms around her wife, to keep her from falling.

"Chloe?" She asked through a smile as her face was attacked with kisses. A few people in the hallway laughed and whispered with smiles at the two.

"Chloe, what's gotten into you?" She asked as Chloe detached herself and pulled Beca into a tight hug.

"I've been calling all day, Beca I have amazing news!"

"I know, I'm sorry I missed your calls, it's been crazy around here." Chloe pulled back.

"It doesn't matter, and I'm too excited to turn it into a special occasion." She said.

Beca smiled at her wife. "Okay, come on Chlo, what is it?" She asked and Chloe practically exploded with happiness.

"I got the call this morning, Beca it worked!" She exclaimed and Beca heart nearly burst.

"Chloe are you saying…"

"We are pregnant!" She cried and Becas face instantly erupted into a huge smile as she picked her wife up around the waist and twirled her around, their lips locking mid spin. They barely registered the clapping that was going on around them from Beca's coworkers and Manager who had stepped out of her office at the sound of Chloe's voice.

"Congratulations, you two, that is wonderful news!" She said.

They had been cleared nearly a year earlier, Chloe was healthy, and ready and they found a suitable donor. They had been trying for a few months with no luck. So Chloe's excitement was easily matched by Beca.

With their foreheads pressed together, their arms around each other, smiles mirroring each other Beca gave her a soft kiss.

"We are going to have a baby."

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The moment the door flew off its hinges, and Beca stepped in, the place was filled with the sound of gun shots. Aubrey and Stacie braced themselves, and Chloe ran in after Beca to find her standing in the center of the small space, her gun pointed directly at a man on the floor, clutching a bleeding shoulder. Behind him, was another man, who had a gun pointed at Beca as well.

Chloe with her guns raised and ready, let her eyes fall on the two. "Remember me?"

They looked at her. Their eyes wide and wild, both of them shaking. The one on the floor, had already broke out into a sweat as he held his wounded shoulder.

"Three guns to your one." Beca said to the man with his weapon pointed at her. "You won't win. I promise. So why don't you be a good little piece of shit and drop it." She said, her voice condescending as she smiled at him.

He glared at her. "Why the fuck would I do that?" He asked, gripping his gun tightly. Not moving it away from Beca.

"How about, this. You have three seconds, to get that gun away from my wife and you can keep your hand. For now." Chloe growled. His eyes darted to her and he smiled cruelly.

"Oh really?" He asked. "How about I just shoot her now?" He laughed and the moment Beca saw his eyes settle on Chloe, she pulled the trigger. The room was filled with pained screams as her dropped to knees beside the other guy, his eyes wide and locked onto the blood stub, that had a few seconds ago, been his hand.

Chloe grinned and lowered one of her guns as Beca stepped over and kicked his blood covered gun behind her.

"I'm sure you remember who we are." Beca started as she moved forward, leaned down and pressed the barrel of the gun into his throat before grabbing him with her other hand and yanking him up off the floor.

He shook his head frantically. "No, I don't, I have no idea who you are." He said hurriedly.

She licked her lips and nodded. "You sure about that?" She asked, pressing it further into his throat.

He nodded. "I'm sure! I'm sure!"

"Okay. Well, what about her?" She asked nodding at Chloe. "That face ring any bells."

He slowly looked over at the glare that was directed at him, as Chloe stood over the other guy, her gun pointed at his head.

He shook his head. "No, no I don't know her."

Beca nodded again, walking him over to a chair and shoving him into it. "Chloe, which one was it again?" She asked looking directly at the man in the chair.

"It was him." She nodded at the man in the chair.

"And the scum on the floor?"

Chloe looked down at him, and looked up at her, his eyes showing he knew exactly who she was. "He was there too. He recognizes me," She said. "Stand up."

He did as she said, rather painfully, trying to grip his shoulder.

"Now, I wonder why that is." Beca said walking behind him and slamming the gun into the side of his head. He grunted in pain and Beca hit him again.

"I asked you a question."

"Why is it, he recognizes her, and you don't?"

Chloe felt the tears in her eyes again, and looked at the man being questioned. He shook his head. "I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know who she is!"

"Now, could that be because, you don't look the women you attack in the eyes? Could it be because with your filthy muscle man over there, you don't have too?" She growled.

"Or could it be because, you think if you play dumb, we won't kill you?" She asked circling to look at him. "Well," She said. "You are extremely dumb, I'll give you that."

"Guys, come in!" She called, not taking her eyes off of him and seconds later, Stacie and Aubrey walked in, their weapons raised.

They eyes the two men, their faces holding as much hate an anger as the other two. "Tie that one up, Aubrey, please. And if he resists, there is a nice bullet hold in his shoulder that could probably be deeper." She said and the man looked at her in shock.

Chloe kept her gun on him, as Aubrey pulled his hands behind his back and using twine and zip ties from her pocket, she tied his wrists and ankles, before pushing him down in another chair.

Stacie walked over, taking Chloe's place, pointing her gun at him as Chloe let her eyes drift over to the man with Beca.

"You are going to die tonight." Beca was saying. "How quickly you die, and painlessly you die. Well, that is up to you. The more you deny what you did, the more this is going to hurt."

He glared at her. "What does it matter if you are going to kill me anyway?" He snarled. "I don't know that bitch."

A crack sounded as Beca punched him, cracking his jaw to the side. "Now you think if I'm about to kill you for what you did to my wife, you can get away with calling her a bitch?" She asked grabbing his face, and squeezing. He screamed in pain and tried to swing at her, but Aubrey was there in an instant, binding his wrists together, in front of him.

"Awe, your hand is gone. Shame." The blonde mocked as she tightened the bounds, so he couldn't pull his injured wrist free.

Beca still had ahold of his jaw, knowing it was broken, and that this was causing him excruciating pain. It wasn't enough however.

"Chloe come here." She said gently and Chloe walked over to look at him.

"Tell me again, that you don't know who she is."

He glared at her, his eyes full of tears, his face sweaty and bruising from Becas gun and fist. Chloe met his eyes, two cerulean blue, bloodshot eyes met the eyes of the man that was responsible for the most painful experience she had ever gone through.

He shook his head and looked at Beca challengingly. She let out a huff. "We have all night." She said. Looking over to see a stool, and pulled it up, motioning for Chloe to sit. She did and Beca knelt beside her. "Chloe and I, we have a lot of pent up anger. Aubrey and Stacie too. You see, we are all very close. Like family. And when you fuck with someone, like Chloe for example, you get the family. Pair that with this wonderful new holiday, and you signed your own death warrant."

He stared at her, his jaw crooked, and cracked to the side. Sweat dripping down his face. "I can see you are in a quite a bit of pain." She said. "Shall I add some more?"

His eyes followed Chloe's movement, as she pulled out the hunting knife from the holster on her thigh. Lifting it slowly, so he could see.

He squared his shoulders as much as he could, and eyed them. "You recognize her now?" Beca asked as Chloe moved forward, her eyes locked on him, and she grabbed one of his fingers. He struggled for a moment, before Aubrey's gun was pressed against his temple.

With her teary eyes that had yet to pill over, Chloe kept eye contact as she cut through the flesh of his finger, and the bunker was filled with his screams.

Aubrey watched as Chloe didn't even blink, slowly cutting, and sawing away this man's forefinger. Stacie was watching as well, her face blank, her gun sill pointed at the other guy who was watching in horror.

She lifted it for him to see, her eyes never leaving his as he struggled, and tried to hold in his screams.

"Come on. You have four more of those. Plus your little friend in your pants." Beca said sounding bored.

He glared at her, his sobs of pain making him choke slightly. "You know, maybe he doesn't remember me." Chloe said calmly and he looked at her.

They all looked at her as she stood up. "I mean, I have changed," She said. Turning her back on him and walking over to the other guy. He watched her guardedly.

"But you remember me, don't you."

He was shaking, but he nodded just slightly. "Why? How?"

He looked at the bloody, screaming mess across the room where Beca and Aubrey were. Then back to Chloe and Stacie who stood by him. "She asked you a question." Stacie said taking the knife from Chloe's hand and trailing the bloody blade down the side of his face.

"I know your eyes!" He practically yelled trying to move away from the blade but Stacie grabbed him, fisting a hand in his hair and pressing the blade into his cheek.

Beca slowly stood up. Chloe raised an eyebrow and he continued. "I remember your eyes. I stared into them the whole time." He said through clenched teeth as Stacie pressed the blade harder, and it ripped skin.

"The whole time?" Beca asked walking up. And his eyes shot to her. "The whole time… he, raped her?"

He let out a sharp breath. "Yes, okay!"

Beca nodded taking the knife from Stacie and following the stream of blood that seeped from the cut in his cheek. "How? How did you manage that?"

He growled in his throat and she took the knife, grabbing him by the back of the neck and stabbing it into his stomach, in just the right place.

He cried out, his face turning red as she pulled it out. "How?"

"Because I held her down!" He yelled. "I held her down, the whole time, I stared into her eyes the whole time!"

Chloe stepped back slightly. A wave a nausea hitting her and Stacie took her arm.

The memory of that night hitting her like a ton of bricks.

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TRIGGER WARNING. RAPE. ASSAULT.

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Strong hands held her arms above her head, as she did her best to struggle out of the grasp that held her. She had been fine a mere ten minutes ago. Walking home, she was nearly there. She didn't even hear them, didn't see them. Something had struck her from the side, and before she knew it she was being forced into the back of some kind of car. It had no seats. The radio was turned up, and she could hardly hear herself screaming. Begging, pleading.

She tried to fight, but that only ended with multiple punches to her face. It was more than one person. Two maybe three. One was holding her arms above her head, the other was down further, ripping her jeans open, tearing them down her legs, as she tried to clamp them shut. They were moving, someone was driving.

She could see the street lights passing through the car, the music was so loud and the hands holding her down were so strong. Her pleas were ignored, and she could feel the blood coming out of her nose, turning to spit it out as it trickled into her mouth. She tried, to no avail, and felt two rough hands force her legs open. He eyes shot up to a pair of dilated brown eyes, locked on her own.

The pain was unbearable, and the eyes never left hers. The grip on her arms hurt, and the circulation was far gone.

She had begun to drift in and out of consciousness. Pain. Brown eyes. Pain. Was he smiling? More pain. Then she felt the pressure of him leaving her, and her clothes were being replaced. She could hear them talking but couldn't make out their words. They didn't bother hiding their faces. That would be their first mistake. They didn't care to use different names. Second mistake. She was in pain, she was terrified. But she was paying attention.

"Dump her." She heard a voice say. The car had come to a stop, and the back doors opened. They had jumped out and grabbed her ankles pulling her out as well. As soon as she could she looked at the man she knew had done it, and threw her fist out, punching him as hard as she could.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital. Beca in hysterics, in the hallway. Her body hurt, she was covered in bruised and lacerations.

She was drugged, and dizzy, but she was aware of the pain in her stomach and moved her hand up, to feel her belly. The last time she did this, it had been protruding. Nearly six months along. Now? Flat, and she felt something under the gown. With tears in her eyes, she lifted the gown, to find a row of stiches below her belly button.

From outside, Beca heard the screams, and bolted into the room to find her wife, clutching stomach. Where there unborn child had been, just hours before.

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Chloe turned and walked over to the other guy. "Maybe you dot recognize me, because I'm not screaming for you to stop. Maybe because I'm not the one trapped. Or maybe because I'm not pregnant." She said and leaned forward taking out her gun and pressing it into his leg. "And you know why?"

He watched her, letting sharp breaths out through his nose. "Because you killed my baby."

She pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight through his leg. Then, before he could do anything but scream, she pistol whipped him and his head fell back.

Beca and Aubrey watched in anger and Stacie had just turned her head at the sound of a branch snapping when another shot rang out. They all turned raising their guns as the bunker was no longer just holding them. But a group of three other guys and one girl.

It was then they realized the shot they had heard, hit its target. Stacie lay on the ground, at the feet of the man they had tied up, a gunshot wound to the arm that was bleeding quickly.

Aubrey stepped forward only to have a gun pointed directly at her. "Ah ah. Step back."

She glared and stepped back as Stacie covered the hole with her hand, her face twisted in pain and anger. Beca and Chloe, glanced at each other and the guy spoke again.

"Now, what brings four lovely ladies, including the one and only Beca Mitchell, to my brother's bunker?" He asked, a smile on his face. Beca glared at him. Chloe looked at all of them, her hand clutching her gun.

"And what the hell did you do to him?" He asked motioning to the guy that Beca had stabbed.

No one answered. They weren't prepared for this.

"Hand over your weapons. Now." He said, and sounded as though this bored him.

No one moved and he sighed pointing the gun at Stacie. "Now, or I will kill her. I don't kill without reason, so don't give me one. Hand over your weapons, or she dies. Then, you all die."

Beca looked at Chloe whose eyes held the same uncertainty and fear that she knew was swimming in her own. They hadn't planned on any more people showing up. They hadn't given it any thought, and because of that careless mistake. This might just be the last time they ever purged.

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