( hell is empty . ) || purge!au ( brent-walker )
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AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE ;
purge night. it’s only just begun and already abigail hears
screaming and gunshots. it hardly phases her now. six years
of this, and each year her and her brother go out to kill. it’s
their right, after all. living on the streets was hard, but the
purge is able to help them. the two take money from the
people they killed - and finally they’re able to treat themselves
to a good meal and save up the rest for other essentials. it
was how they have been able to survive on their own. they
left home only a couple years ago. it was hard to live under
a roof with two parents who didn’t care about their own children.
having to be on their own during the purge was scary at first,
but now they own the streets.at sixteen, abigail has killed innocent people and taken their
money. this wasn’t wrong, though. technically, she and brent
have the right to do this. all crime is legal for twelve hours
once a year, after all. most people would expect a child like
her to be inside during the purge, fearing for her life. no, she’s
not weak like them. her and brent walk these streets as if they
own everything. the two have each other’s backs; brent having
to watch her back every single day. she’s a small girl living on
the streets, making her an easy target. the purge has helped
her learn to take care of herself, though.but she doesn’t ever want to have to go through this night alone.
the small girls runs over to her older brother, a gun in her hand.
her dark pink hair is pulled back into a bun, a jacket hugging her
small body. deep brown eyes look up at brent. just looking into
them makes it obvious that she’s been through some pretty
serious shit, but she pretends like it doesn’t bother her. after all,
all she and brent have done helped them survive out here.‘ there’s a group of guys around th’corner. ya ready? ‘
That one night a year where the thieves run f r e e and the murderers r o a m the streets looking for a fresh kill, a kill that would make the next 364 days worth living without committing another crime. Basements turned into dungeons for those especially sick and every single year, every damn year the Walker siblings waited for this night filled with mayhem and a special kind of bliss. The night was their’s and as long as they had each other there was nothing to fear.
Nothing.
Life was fleeting and pointless without each other and their codependency had nothing to do with it. It was love and caring in the purest form, nothing showed better than a kill for the one person you care about in the whole world. Family.
Normally they dressed in all black clothing while using the cover of the night but Fetch with her aluminum baseball bat that she managed to swipe while walking upon a baseball practice around the high school nearby. Nobody questions the little girl, walking around like she owned the place. In a way, she did. Wherever she and Brent walked, was home. As long as he was with her and she was with him, the ground underneath their feet was their abode and they ran it like it was their’s to call their own.
But to start the night off strong they traded weapons. He took the bat and she took his gun. It was a tradition to let her get the first kill. Six years in a row and there they were, never breaking it or deviating it because Brent knew how much it meant to her. How much courage it brought her to
The adrenaline pumped through his system as he nodded, she was his recon. Telling him everything that they needed to know about the where’s and the who’s, her small size making it easy for her to hide in the shadows and stay out of sight. “More than ready, kiddo. Let’s do this.”
