Day one: the beginning of the scarlet trinity
“Blessed be our New Founding
Fathers for letting us Purge and
cleanse our souls. Blessed be
America, a nation reborn.”
The time had come again, the Annual Purge, a wonderful night where all crime was legal for three days, seventy-two horrifying hours. There were no emergency services, no police to call for help. No firemen to put out fires, no ambulances to help the hurt. It was a debated event, sure it’d brought the level of crime down, but at what cost? Still, the cost of a few individuals did not outweigh the cost and need of the financially powerful and corrupt. Ever since the implementation of the Purge, the nation has flourished from the decrease in crime. In fact, the results were so staggering that this year's annual purge had been lengthened dramatically, making it a wonderful 3 full days of unrepressed human emotion for the people instead of the earlier limit of merely twelve hours.
“This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for three consecutive days. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until the Purge concludes. For more information, please see your local station thirteen for more information. This message will stream for the next 72 hours. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America. May God be with you all."
The broadcast could be heard all over the city, informing its inhabitants that the purge was soon to begin, just a shy five minutes to go. All around the city people began preparing for what was to be the longest purge yet. Some souls bunkered up in their homes, locking doors and pulling down protective shields, hoping to wait out the storm that was the purge, while other souls took to the streets, wielding weaponry of all sorts and joining up with gangs, all ready to paint the streets red.
For one individual out there the purge was more than just expressing your pent up aggression or frustration. This person viewed the purge as a transcending experience, something that would enrich a person's life in ways no one could describe. He still remembered the day the purge was implemented, having heard little about it before, only that it was coming. He had been a youth that had been picked on and beaten by the kids next door, almost to the point of depression and suicidal thoughts. Imagine then the shock from awe and pure bliss he experienced when he found those same kids hanging limply from streetlights, the ropes on their necks the only thing supporting them.
No... The purge wasn't just aggression, it was a catalyst to reshape your life drastically. He had grown from depressed to happy and joyous. His schoolwork had picked up, as well as sports and his social abilities. He had gotten a new lease on life and joy, becoming feverishly committed to put this renewed view on life to better the world around him. So, while most 'Purgers' simply bought some weapons and scary outfits, thinking it was preparation enough, this one soul would spend every day of the year in preparation for the purge, making each event a masterpiece that would puzzle the authorities the weeks afterwards.
This year's three day purge was going to be his crowning achievement, something that would shock the media for the next few years. He had spend the past two purges acquiring the necessary skills, equipment and 'loyal associates, if one could call the remnants of his previous work as such.
He watched as the time slowly began to count down, almost signaling the purge. He had al his bags packed, his outfit prepared and had received confirmation from his associates that they were ready for the order.
The only decision he had to made was the following; who was going to be his target this year. He had planned for five years to finally harvest the suffering of his family, having orchestrated that they would all meet up in his mother's residence this year. They were all gathered there, just waiting to be reaped by their own blood. How many of his relatives could he feast on before he grew to full within his own soul. On the other hand he could also go for this one politician he had kept his eyes on, having heard her speeches about the purge and witnessed her attempts to rallying the populace in order to ban the purge all together. He had found out where here home of residence was, how many and what family members she had with her, as well as study her security plans.
He waited and waited, finally watching as only five seconds remained on the clock, telling him he had to make his decision now. He closed his eyes, smiled and heard the sirens go off in the city at the same time he made his decision.