It's that time of the year again. The dreaded time where families lock themselves in their houses as people around the country murder, rape, steal, and commit any crime that they please. For a period of twelve hours, no crime is illegal, including murder. As long as you're not murdering a government official. The media always romanticizes the murder aspect of the Purge, focusing on the statistics of the amount of lives lost. However, there's much more that occurs in this sick country than murder. On the television, you never see anyone opposing the Purge. The government probably considers that a crime, punishable by death. It's disgusting how they think that fighting crime with one day full of crime will help. Residing in the richest neighborhood of the city does have its perks. With a strong security system for every house and the neighborhood itself, Mr. Petersen always says that everything is impenetrable. Mr. Petersen is the owner of the house that Elissa and the rest of the neighbors go to every year for protection from the Purge. It's a flawed idea; first of all, they're like sitting ducks waiting to get shot. If someone does successfully break in, all of their victims are right there in one place for them. Another flaw is that not everyone supports hiding from the Purge. Hell, one of the neighbors could fucking lose it and massacre everyone in the fucking house right there and then. She's never supported it, the Purge or holing up in Mr. Petersen's mansion. She's tried convincing her parents to stay in their own house and hide instead of loudly partying in a mansion. Of course, her logical suggestion was shot down.
Elissa changes into a short sleeved, burgundy v-neck shirt, tucking it into jean shorts with a belt. Throwing on her grey vans, she begins the walk to the mansion by herself. She could have ridden with her parents, but she wanted some alone time.
This year is going to be different. This year, he's going to happily purge without the restrictions of dumbass neighbors with stupid fucking ideals. Mr. Petersen is just a rich, pompous asshole who uses the Purge as an excuse to invite everyone over to his mansion and gloat about his belongings. Yeah, Charlie does the same with his belongings, but he's a hypocrite and doesn't enjoy when other people do that. This year, he's going to go out with some friends along with a knife and a rifle, murder some unlucky cunt and steal some drugs. It's all planned out, it'll be the best night of the year.
That is, until his parents find his weapon stash. Basically on a metaphorical leash, Charlie is literally dragged into the car and driven over to the Petersen's. He wants the Purge to start right now. He wants the beautiful, soothing sound of the sirens to blare throughout the city, announcing the commencement of the annual Purge. That would allow him to beat the shit out of his parents, who he is so angry at. He could steal the car and drive the fuck over the people walking to the dumb as fuck mansion, and then be a free man. But the sirens don't sound, the Purge doesn't start, and he sits silently in the back, a scowl plastered on his face. They arrive, he storms in ahead of his parents, not intending to make conversation with anyone. Mr. Petersen tries pulling him into a hearty hug upon entering the mansion, but he swiftly heads away from the man's reach to sit on a couch and angrily eat chips. This is going to be a long night.