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Ripley's Purge - Chapter Two: The Auction
Sasha, Andrea, and Ripley felt the truck slow down and fully stop. Outside, it sounded like there was hundreds of people, cheering for 'America' and how much they will pay for their new playmates. Pay? This wasn't a good sign. The three recalled one of the purgers mentioning an auction, however they thought it was a sick joke to terrify them.
Andrea flipped on her knees and peeked into the sliding window that separated them from the front seats. It was all red, orange, and yellow. Fire. The silhouettes of crowds fading into the bright colors and the outline of a tall stage came into view.
"They brought us somewhere.." Andrea murmured. "I see fire.. People, a stage.. A bus."
"A bus?" Ripley crawled over and knelt next to her, peering out the same misty window. The vivid colors reflected off his pale skin and caused him to continually blink and squint.
At first, he barely spotted anything that Andrea spoke of. But once his sight adjusted to the brightness of the fiery glows, the shapes f
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Ripley's Purge - Chapter One: The Kidnap
"Grab three people! We need to rally them up for the auction! Unless you want to be auctioned off instead, I highly suggest you follow those orders!"
A strong voice bellowed out into the megaphone as a rusty white box truck slowly strolled into the Main Street of New York. Random people scattered away from the old vehicle in terror after it got closer to the larger, more curious crowd. Moments later, the truck suddenly jerked to stop, followed by a short agonizing squeak. The mob of people impatiently waited for someone to exit since the front windows were extremely dimmed and kept anyone from seeing whoever was driving the truck.
"What is this?" A female voice questioned a couple seconds later.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Another voice then blurted out in the depths of the crowd.
Before anyone else could start a whole commotion of questions and conversations, a younger man stepped out from behind the truck and walked towards the mob. However, that triggered terrified screams from eac
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The Lake
That day, was a hot one. Obviously in the middle of August, you would have thought there was some kind of breeze. But nope. Just heat. Plain old heat. Most of the creatures and ghouls decided to stay in their designated areas, which were usually moist with precipitation.. or blood. It kept them steady and calm for the day so there was no complaints.
.. Except for the ghouls that were too impatient to wait inside. Instead, the lake was their first option of excitement and thrills. The park was closed for the day, since it technically was one of the days of the week, and none of the workers minded.
Most mortals said that the lake wasn't a very healthy place to swim when several types of bacteria floated around. However, the ghouls barely cared. They were already dead!
“Uh.. you sure this safe, you guys?” One ghoul–Derek– asked. He was the blonde one, casually the actual show off of them all. He tapped his foot into the water and watched it ripple off before it fad
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1. Holding Hands (Joe x Ben)
Ben was walking with Joe through the Best of the West, admiring the many rides and giving way to the several wandering bone butchers. The breeze was soft and delicate; the winds being more gentle than they have been since the past frightful weeks. Of course, this was still the very beginning of the Sixth Generation and Ben's rule, so the winds could pick up much later that Fall.
One burst of wind came down and flew past them, heading towards the remainders of water in the Log Flume's pool. The force caused the water to splash up and sent thin layers of vapor through the skies. Some of the water sprayed towards the two traveling ghouls and caused them to become a little more cooler.
Ben shivered in response and tugged his indigo jacket closer to his chest. He couldn't believe how cold it was getting. Joe heard the little shudder that came out of Ben's dry lips and he smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around his quivering shoulders.
"I-I could've sworn I've been out here before.. But not i
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Scars Pt. 2
   It was a year after Joe’s little incident in the backstage with their previous leader, Derek, and the ghouls could never forget it. He wasn’t too fond of not putting any white makeup on his  scarred cheek however he wanted to stand out from the crowd. His friends were proud of him and so were most of the Trail Leaders when he overcame that fear. He gave the makeup back to Jenny and informed her that everything would be just fine.
       “You sure, right?” Jenny had asked, quite anxious. Her crimson eyes told Joe that she was extremely worried and scared for him but inside, she was joyful. “If you need anything, come to me okay? I don’t want you to go back to who you were again, Joe… You’re a brave boy.”
   Joe smiled and pushed his silver locks back. His hair grew longer by the first year and he refused to cut it. The hair never seemed to grow back on the top of his head though. Strang
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Scars
   It was an early October morning in the year of 2005 and most of the ghouls and ghosts were staying silent in their designated homes. Guests were roaming the park from Adventure Alley to Movie Town, some even patiently waiting at the Dead Man’s Party stage for the show to begin. It would be several hours before it began and the ghouls knew that those mortals were only wasting their time instead of heading to rides and actually having a fun time.
   The breeze was cold as usual and some trees here and there were bare or hardly decorated with leaves. Fall was there at last and was not going away anytime soon. Some despised it while many of the undead enjoyed the coolness on their decaying skin, reminding them of what the peaceful Earth truly felt like rather than the Underworld’s scorching heat.
        Inside the home of the ghouls of Dead Man’s Party, each ghoulish person– ten, in fact– kept to themselves. They wer
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Sasha, Andrea, and Ripley felt the truck slow down and fully stop. Outside, it sounded like there was hundreds of people, cheering for 'America' and how much they will pay for their new playmates. Pay? This wasn't a good sign. The three recalled one of the purgers mentioning an auction, however they thought it was a sick joke to terrify them.

Andrea flipped on her knees and peeked into the sliding window that separated them from the front seats. It was all red, orange, and yellow. Fire. The silhouettes of crowds fading into the bright colors and the outline of a tall stage came into view.

"They brought us somewhere.." Andrea murmured. "I see fire.. People, a stage.. A bus."

"A bus?" Ripley crawled over and knelt next to her, peering out the same misty window. The vivid colors reflected off his pale skin and caused him to continually blink and squint.

At first, he barely spotted anything that Andrea spoke of. But once his sight adjusted to the brightness of the fiery glows, the shapes formed into recognizable figures.

"Now you see it?" Andrea asked.

"Yea.. How is this part of the city?... I can't remember this being here!" Ripley replied in shock. He lifted his arm up and tried to wipe away the smoky prints on the window with his grey sleeve. Nothing disappeared and it might've just been on the outside of the glass.

"Because it's not.." Sasha interrupted their conversation. Andrea and Ripley looked back at her, seeing that her hands were wrapped around her legs and pressed up to her chest. "They put it there before it began.. P-People maybe thought it was part of a concert… but no.. Each one was killed when the sirens went off." Sasha turned her sorrowed face towards the two. "..Right?.."

Ripley pursed his lips and brushed his messy bangs from his eyes. "Sasha.." He began.

"Hello!" A distant voice rung outside of the truck. It was a woman's tone, similar to the one back in the city. The chatter quieted and allowed the lady to speak clearly. "Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me, once again, to welcome you to this year's Annual Purge!"

The hurrahs resumed and more applauding was heard that time. Inside the box truck, Andrea, Sasha, and Ripley made out the small sound of clicking and squeaky turning. The noise was faint in the uproar  but the three easily caught on. The door was being unlocked.

"We'll run." Andrea suggested softly. "Once they open the door, we can run! Out of the city, away from them.. We could get to the police!"

"No!" Sasha and Ripley shouted out in unison.

"Why?" Andrea snapped back.

"Didn't you listen to the broadcast? There's no medical systems active until tomorrow morning. If we escaped, they would find us sooner or later, we'd we screwed! The best decision is to stay put." Sasha explained.

"Sasha's right, Andrea.. there's no turning back.." Ripley added, sliding back down to the truck's metal flooring.

Andrea stared at him for a moment before she scooted her legs back and lowered her head to her knees. She felt the slight burning in her eyes, then the wave of crystalline tears flowing down her cheeks. No bursts of cries or whimpers, only the tears were present.

Ripley and Sasha simply ignored her miserable actions and relaxed themselves for the last time. It wasn't long until the pair of purgers got the door open and took them away for auction, as if they were magnificent objects.. Or soon-to-be tortured servants.

"The founding fathers of America would like to thank each and every one of you for joining us for this year's Annual Purge. And we would like to thank the founding fathers of America for allowing us this year to cleanse our souls!.. And purge!"

The doors to the truck slammed opened and the blinding lights of the fire's flares beamed onto the three hostages. One of the purgers– Monster– stepped in and roughly snatched Andrea by her hair, beginning to drag her out of the vehicle.

Neon Grazer entered next to Monster and leaned over to grab Ripley. He obeyed and straightened himself up in an upright position. The purger gripped the back of his grey jacket and yanked him up, immediately enveloping his waist with his arm.

Monster and Neon Grazer heaved their temporary possessions over the side of the truck and walked over to the back of the tall stage. Both disappeared behind the corroded school bus that assisted in holding the platform up.

David tightened the sling of his rifle over his chest and moved into the truck's interior. Sasha was obviously the last one left of the remaining hostages. Not wanting to have her hair nearly torn out again, she stood and silently permitted the kidnapper to lead her to the auctioneer's stage.

Once David caught up with Monster and Neon Grazer, they came across the stage's ladder. It leveled up to the flat surface where the older woman stood, still speaking with the eager audience. The purgers moved the hostages forward, gesturing them to travel up the shaky ladder.

"Let me take this opportunity to remind you since the NNFA, our primary has been drastically reduced.   Murder is over twelve percent and received the unemployment rate at an all time low. And that is because the fine, outstanding citizens of our country like yourselves have participated, along with us– the dedicated citizens– with the Annual Purge!"

The hostages heard her voice boom over the microphone, terrifying them with the highest amount of adrenaline. Each one felt the purgers shove their backs harder, prompting one by one to anxiously start climbing the ladder.

"Are you ready to hunt?" The woman yelled out the crowds.

Everyone screamed out in excitement. Sasha, Andrea, and Ripley finally got to the top, where they cautiously waited for any instructions. David dashed up the ladder and steadied next to the three tense captives.

"Alright, non-purgers.." David growled and gripped Andrea's shoulder and positioned her to the left. "You go to the left corner.. don't fall off the edge, hold onto the handles without breaking them." He thrusted her forward.

Monster followed her and held her in a stable hold. David grabbed the top of Ripley's arms next, though he didn't direct him to a certain side. "Go you up front, right by the auctioneer. Don't look them right in the eyes or one of them will shoot you.. that's not a joke, either." He pushed him next to the auctioneer.

Neon Grazer came up to him from behind and held his jacket, securing him in one place.

Finally, David clutched Sasha's white jacket and tugged her to the right. "You're the most obedient one here, y'know? I saved you for last.." He pushed her a little. "The weakest side of the stage.."

Sasha was shoved to the right of the stage. She stumbled and luckily stopped her feet from accidentally tripping her by grabbing onto the handrails. However, David was, indeed, telling the truth. The rails were about to break under her touch and she threw her hands off straightaway.

"Are you ready to bid?" The woman shouted and waited for the crowd to cheer again. "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to purge?"

The mob howled out.

The woman turned to the three hostages with a devilish smirk on her face. She glared at Sasha and sent a small glance towards Ripley, fiendishly watching him shiver under her look.

"We've got quite an impressive lot up here.." She growled amusingly. "Two lovely ladies and one pathetic young man to start the evening. Now I know some of you may want your share.. But let me remind you-" She turned to the audience. "-the sooner you get into that arena, the sooner you can hunt. And if your hunting goes well, you can always come back and bid again."

The woman walked back to the middle. "Now those of you that have been reselected to purge may bid on our items this evening. Be certain you have cash in hand. I know we have a lot of groups that have gathered together in the office, so in the name of blood, make sure you have your representatives and cash ready.."

When she circled back to signal the purgers to ready the three hostages, she noticed Ripley's injures in total perspective now. She wasn't that surprised though. Most of them did put up the nastiest of fights on the purging streets.

"And- ooh, oh my.. You look like you've put up quite a fight, hun.." She motioned her microphone to the deep cut on the side of Ripley's head. "Guess you have a bit of fire in you.. You'll be a good runner in the arena!"

Ripley clenched his teeth and fought Neon Grazer's grip, struggling to get his hands off of his arms. The woman noticed his and snapped her fingers, giving the purger a sign to hold him.

Neon Grazer compressed his arms around him, keeping his arms and waist from moving any longer.

"Now, there's no need to fight it. Your fate has been sealed, you will be purged!" The woman informed him and went back to the insane citizens. "It's only a matter of by whom."

She flicked her wrist and held out her hand to the people. "Now let's start the main stream! We'll start at $240,000!"

"$300,000!" One purger from below yelled out.

"No, $400,000!"

"I heard $400,000, who said it?" The woman peeked up, pointing to some of the purgers curiously.

A different purger crashed into the other one and raised his hand to get the woman's attention. "$700,000!"

"I hear $700,000, that's a big deal!" The woman joked, pointing to the same purger who hollered the four hundredth deal. "Going once.. Going twice?"

No one replied higher than $700,000. Not one peep came from them. When she was about to yell out 'Sold!', someone stepped out from the many purgers who were angrily thinking of a solution to the price. He was wearing a wolf mask that was splattered in several shades of blood and he carried a sharp cleaver with him. His clothing was dark, which made it difficult to see any more spots of blood there.

"$900,000." He spoke loud enough for the woman to hear.

Andrea's eyes widened at the price. Even Ripley would have jumped directly off the platform if Neon Grazer lightened his grip a tad bit. Not from the overly priced bid, but by the appearance of this purger.

Sasha only scowled and stepped back, feeling David's fabricated chest come in contact with her back. "He's a fool.. that's a deal breaker but what would he get out of us?" She whispered.

David leaned his face down to her ear. "You're correct about one thing, lady. No one has ever bid that much for some hostages like yourselves. Odd; just might be desperate."

"$900,000! Going once.. Going twice.. Sold!" The woman yelled, tapping the top of the microphone on her hand to fake an applaud. "Well then, it's done! We will all meet at the arena.. Be there, and we purge!"

The crowd screamed excitedly at her words. The woman rotated her head to have a glimpse at the hostages and purgers that stood on the stage. At the nod of her head, Monster, Neon Grazer, and David seized their own non-purger and carried them to the ladder.

"Let me go! I'm not going to any arena, you don't have the right to do this!" Andrea bellowed at them as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "Let go of me!"

"We have every right to do this.." Monster muttered under his mask, forcefully retaining her. Both were nearing the edge to the ladder.

"By who?" Ripley barked behind them, slanting further away from Neon Grazer's hold. He wasn't there to eavesdrop, instead he wanted to make fun of their 'opinion' on the situation. He stuck out his tongue and attempted to create silly shapes with his hands. "Oooh, we listen to our founding fathers of America! We love them! Surely they want us to kiiiill~"

Monster raised a puzzled eyebrow below his mask. Neon Grazer and David exchanged looks of confusion but swapped their attention to Sasha when she let out an amused snickered.

"S-Sorry, sorry.." Sasha apologized, dropping her head to prevent any eyesight with the men and still grinned like a madman.

"Let's get moving." David mumbled. "Monster, you get that lady down from the stage first. Then you Neon, I'll go last."

Monster nodded, agreeing to the plan and gruffly pushed Andrea to the metal ledge. He situated his hands on her shoulders again and locked the girl in place. He whispered to her. "I'm gonna throw you off. There are people waiting for you down there, don't worry. It'll be like a trust fall. Don't close your eyes though, it makes the pain worse." There was a lack of care in his voice.

Andrea's breath hitched when she heard him mention pain and quickly tugged away from his hold. "Wait, what do you-"

"Happy landing!" Monster laughed and forced Andrea off the stage by elbowing her right above the collarbone.

There was no more sight of her when she descended off the wobbly platform. Her screams seemed to last the whole time until the unsettling noise disappeared from everyone's ears.
Ripley's Purge - Chapter Two: The Auction
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"Grab three people! We need to rally them up for the auction! Unless you want to be auctioned off instead, I highly suggest you follow those orders!"

A strong voice bellowed out into the megaphone as a rusty white box truck slowly strolled into the Main Street of New York. Random people scattered away from the old vehicle in terror after it got closer to the larger, more curious crowd. Moments later, the truck suddenly jerked to stop, followed by a short agonizing squeak. The mob of people impatiently waited for someone to exit since the front windows were extremely dimmed and kept anyone from seeing whoever was driving the truck.

"What is this?" A female voice questioned a couple seconds later.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Another voice then blurted out in the depths of the crowd.

Before anyone else could start a whole commotion of questions and conversations, a younger man stepped out from behind the truck and walked towards the mob. However, that triggered terrified screams from each and every person there.

They ran.

This man wasn't too surprised by the immediate action that everyone made. His tan hat had the American flag stitched on the front, which didn't make him too suspicious. But it was what he held mortified them.

The man carried a rifle in his hands, with the black sling tightly wrapped over his left shoulder. He wore odd clothing; bronze goggles that covered his eyes, an extended white smock that was drenched in blood, a black long-sleeves shirt, a belt holding several cartilages, and black and grey pinstriped pants.

All the big screens powered off and glitched to an older woman's face. Her silvery eyes had dark rings underneath them and the bright blue makeup made her appearance pop out more. Her hair was a light blonde and curled with a couple lighter streaks in the hairs. The woman spoke and the voice boomed out through the entire city.

''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 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all."

The city went quiet. The screens, and each one after that, buzzed loudly and went completely black. All the power was cut in the area. The only sound now were the startled murmurs of the remaining people and the purring motor of the truck.

'WUUUUUUUUU! WUUUUUUUUU!'

Once the siren broke loose in the distance and echoed out in their area, the same man raised the rifle up into the air and pulled the trigger. The piercing 'Boom!' terrified the rest of the standing men and women and prompted them to bolt off for safety and protection.

Two more 'purgers' excited the front door with deadly weapons of their own. One was a man dressed in a white shirt with a tunic of blackness placed over it. A white hood laid over his disguised face that symbolized a creepy dark green skull. The next one looked similar to a gangster with his short slick ebony hair, black sports shirt, studded leather jacket, and the many shiny chains that hung from his belt. His face was covered by a perfectly painted charcoal mask, along with his chin and neck being designed to look a little like Finn Balór.

An additional purger opened the tail gate of the truck and took a rifle of his own out. He jumped off the rear and jogged over the small group, cocking the rifle as he did so. This purger was not too designed like the other two. He wore a grey hoodie, jeans, and a white circular mask that had the word 'God' poorly written on the top.

"Monster, Neon Grazer," the man gestured with his rifle. "Find two good enough people."

Monster– the gangster– and Neon Grazer– the hooded skull– obliged and traveled to the rear end of the truck to fetch their assigned motorcycles.

"Dog, go with them. Keep the door steady as we bring in our guests." He ordered the last purger before he speed walked straight ahead to the hidden groups. The gun was slanted over his shoulder while his finger still laid carefully on the trigger.

Nobody was in sight. All that resumed was silence and the fading sirens that began the purging. Behind him was the starting engines of both motorcycles. This would have been a clever place to hunt, cities were large enough and anyone could of hid anywhere. It was only a matter of time when three innocent non-purgers would be found.

"Hey, David!" Monster's muffled scream was heard near the back of him. The man– such as David– glanced over his shoulder to see Monster and Neon Grazer speeding towards him.

The motorcycles slowed when David's presence came into a greater view and finally stopped beside him. Monster placed his foot down on the blacktop and looked at him through the mask's eye holes. "Watch yourself, K? I know most of these people here are too scared to go at ya, but some are smart."

Monster pressed his foot back on the gas and rolled past him, followed by Neon Grazer soon after. One went down the left alleyway and the other sped to the right, disappearing behind the tall buildings. David brought his rifle down and placed his hand on the pumping handle, walking in a vertical direction to the more larger buildings.

"Come out, come out, little birds~" David whispered in a singsong voice. He cocked the rifle and held it up straight. "I'm the hunter and you’re the deers.. Ignore what you see, and make what you hear~"

There was a loud enough crash after his little rhythm scheme and he lowered down as a defense; finger now on the trigger. It was like the lid of a trash can crashed down.

"Who's there?! Show yourself! Or I'm coming back there!" David forcefully demanded.

There was no reply or movement at first. Maybe he was just imagining things. The nervousness of being unable to get three people in time for the auction and the fear of possibly being shot was kicking into his senses.

"Alright, I'm not messing around! Come out! I have the right to-"

David shut his mouth when a young black woman ran out out the same alley way that Neon Grazer drove into. She wore a thin white jacket, a sage shirt, and long peach-colored pants. Not to mention, her dark brown curls were frizzed like she had been running from something for quite a while.

On cue, Neon Grazer rapidly raced towards the lady and with one swift of his hand, he grabbed her by the hair. He quickly stomped on the brakes so she wouldn't be dragged along and moved off the bike.

The woman screamed and David winced, backing up. Though his attention was starting up on the girl, it instantly turned to a second lady sprinting out of Monster's alleyway. She was wearing a red dress– perhaps for a party of some sort–, light tan leggings, a red beaded necklace, and magenta gloves. Her hair was more of an orange than brown like the other lady's and extra knotted up.

Monster sped at her and repeated the same actions of Neon Grazer; swiftly snatching her hair when he was in a good proximity. The brake was hit and the motorcycle skidded to a stop.

"Let me go!" The woman screamed, fighting against Monster's painful grip. With motions like that, her hair was on the verge of being teared out.

"Andrea, Sasha! Let them go!!" A cracky male voice screamed out behind the whole group. It was near.

David twirled around, positioning his gun to shoot. However, he was unable to pull down the trigger in time and he held out his arm instead to ready the close impact. The man's torso collided into David's firm arm and was yanked back into a stable hold.

"No you don't!" David growled, throwing the man to the ground. He thrusted his foot onto his back and started to apply pressure, earning a pained cry from him. "Stay down.."

The most noticeable feature was the blood. A red substance already ran down the side of his head and he figured that a purger attacked him a while ago. His white hair was stained pink and it seemed he had it styled like a messy white and black quiff. His grey and azure hoodie covered most of the cuts that lined his white t-shirt.

"Ripley!" Sasha– the black woman– hollered out and struggled to release herself from Neon Grazer's hold. She gradually found out it was impossible to do so without most of her locks being torn from her scalp. "P-Please, you're going to hurt him!"

"Who cares.." David snarled and grabbed the back of 'Ripley's' neck. He yanked him up and securely wrapped his arm across the front of his neck. "Get those two in the truck." He ordered Monster and Neon Grazer.

Monster and Neon obeyed his word and hauled Sasha and Andrea with them, leaving the motorcycles behind. David waited a few seconds, scanning the area to shortly accept the fact that no one else was revealing themselves. He jerked one of Ripley's arms back, wrenched him to the right, and shoved him forward.

"Listen, dude, it doesn't have to be like this, you can get someone else! We won't tell anyone.." Ripley desperately begged, peeking over his shoulder.

"And you never will." David replied, pulling his arm back further from the joint.

Ripley yelled out and refused to move, afraid that his arm would become dislocated at the slightest flinch. He gritted his teeth when the man continued.

"S-Stop, stop! You're gonna break my arm!" Ripley shrieked. He desired to get away from him now. At once, he sprung in the opposite direction and felt the tightness on his arm relieve. Freedom!

The first option in Ripley's mind was to run. He dashed away and moved his strained arm right away, gingerly freeing the discomfort from the muscles. He knew there was one alleyway that reached the other side, there had to be. It was the only way to escape the purge.

"Run, Eddies, run, run!" Ripley encouraged himself as he got closer to one entrance of an alleyway. "Keep go- Agh!"

Ripley was so close. A couple more feet and he would be between those two buildings. It was when he felt the stock of a rifle be jammed into the side of his head that caused him to scream out and collapse to the ground. The collision into the hard floor was bad, yet the pain was worse. It was nothing like he's felt before in his life.

The feeling of a warm substance rolled down the side of his head and onto the floor. It was a dark crimson, indicating that his skin was punctured by the hit. His eyes focused above at the shadowy figure of David with the same rifle still in his hands. His face showed pure anger and disappointment.

"You know, if we didn't need three people for this auction, I would definitely shoot you.. But fortunately for you, we need that amount. Now let's go!" David snapped. He grasped his fluffed hair and tugged, making the younger man abruptly sit up at the irritating feeling. The pull on his hair even made the fresh cut throb and sting.

"J-Just give me a second here, you just hit with me with that stupid gun!" Ripley cried at him.

David frowned. "One, this is a rifle, you dumbass.. And two, move!" He lifted him to his feet and rammed his back with his hands. Ripley stumbled straight ahead and nearly fell to his hands and knees again.

"You fall, there will be another beating with my friendly rifle. This time it'll be to the forehead." David threatened callously.

Ripley bit his lip and steadied his legs, limping nervously to the truck. The front was only seen but he couldn't imagine what was in back. Weaponry, rotting bodies, terrifying purge masks.. It was unnerving.

When he circled to the back, Monster and Neon Grazer looked to be awaiting his arrival. Dog– or 'God'– now carried a machete and when he spotted the white haired boy, he pointed the sharp tip at him.

"Looks like our kidnapper snatched some blood for himself.. He should share." Dog teased, bringing his machete down and scrapping it against the bumper.

"W-What?.." Ripley stammered.

"I was talking to them, non-purger!" He aimed his machete at Monster and Neon Grazer. "And for you-" He then pointed it at Ripley again. "-get in the damn truck."

Ripley didn't protest. He made his way past the two purgers and climbed in, seeing Andrea and Sasha cowering in the back. He released a deep sigh, knowing that he could no longer turn back and sat down without a word.

Dog cocked his head at him and grabbed the handle, ready to pull the door down. "Looks like the boy is the shy guy here.." He joked.

"Or that one non-purger who believes if he's such a good boy.." Monster purred, poking his head into the opening. ".. That he'll be set free. Well that's a no go.. This is for America!"

Monster placed his hand on the handle that neighbored Dog's and threw the door down. Only now was complete darkness and the cackling of success from the purgers.
Ripley's Purge - Chapter One: The Kidnap
Yes, this is a story about the purge (the HHN one). I'm not gonna tell anyone the plot yet, ill don a couple more chapters until someone figures it out XD 
and i just found out the the guy Ripley is actually named Bruce but whatever. Hope this story turns out good though.  

(And the person on the picture is Ripley, if anyone wanted a better picture of him since my description of him is bad LOL and the one behind him is Monster).
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I have a new ship xD
It's these two from the Purge, in Halloween Horror Nights though (the 24th year). I love them so much though XD
Like, I named the white haired guy Ripley since I never actually found out his name, but I found out it was Eddie XD But I'm keeping it as Ripley LOL
Ripley was one of the hostages and David was one of the 'purgers.' The only reason I started shipping them was because I saw this one video and it looked like they were holding hands xD

Art by me
Ripley and David belong to Halloween Horror Nights/The Purge
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ALIEN!!! Starts in 3 minutes XD
Got informed that I'm seeing the new alien movie with my dad and my best friend! Made my day!
Got snapped at, was laughed at, glared at, got paint all over me, and dropped me phone case onto a canvas of wet paint. What else is gonna happen to me today? Hm..
120 more days till Fright Fest xD (*cough* and the 'new' Dead Man's Party).
Matt and Brian forever xD
It was a quick sketch before I went to bed. I just ship those two so much XD (I know that Brian usually hates Matt but they would be so cute).

Art by me
Matt and Brian belong to Dead Man's Party
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So this is gonna be a Dead Man's Party RP with :iconmidblueviolet: (I've done some of these before XD) but this RP is based off of the 2005 one.

Before we do it, I'll jut list the characters and their personalities for you. You can add your own, just like the ones in our other RP, I think it would add more atmosphere to it :D

Here's the main characters, mostly the ones that'll be in it.

Derek- sometimes a show off, the leader of the group, tries to be "brave" at times, caring.
Brent- doesn't like too much company, acts cool, sometimes kind, talks a lot.
Joe- cares for anyone, smart, knows many spells, funny
Brian- competitive, likes to fight with Matt a lot, isn't all too kind
Matt- same as Brian but a little more caring, isn't too approving of fighting, has a little bit of an attitude
Angela- the "queen" of the group, gentle, can be fond of anyone.
Jenny- gives advice often, has a soft tone, usually hangs out with the girls.
Sarah- energetic, fun to be around, funny
Daniella- doesn't always stay near the group, shy most of the time, talks quietly, doesn't really pay attention.
Erin- crazy, warmhearted, funny.
Rhaouliah (Derek's father)- completely evil, harsh, vanished into the abandoned section of the park.
The Mechanicals- robots of torn apart rides that come alive, similar to transformers, that live in the abandoned section and stay hidden, are fierce or playful.
Trail Leaders- leaders of each maze, all are brave or deadly, give advice, stands for their people.

So I could start if you want. And I know you may not know the setting too much so I'll describe everything for you.
That day, was a hot one. Obviously in the middle of August, you would have thought there was some kind of breeze. But nope. Just heat. Plain old heat. Most of the creatures and ghouls decided to stay in their designated areas, which were usually moist with precipitation.. or blood. It kept them steady and calm for the day so there was no complaints.

.. Except for the ghouls that were too impatient to wait inside. Instead, the lake was their first option of excitement and thrills. The park was closed for the day, since it technically was one of the days of the week, and none of the workers minded.

Most mortals said that the lake wasn't a very healthy place to swim when several types of bacteria floated around. However, the ghouls barely cared. They were already dead!

“Uh.. you sure this safe, you guys?” One ghoul–Derek– asked. He was the blonde one, casually the actual show off of them all. He tapped his foot into the water and watched it ripple off before it faded. The temperature of the water wasn't too bad.

Another ghoul–Brian– threw his arms into the air and splashed water onto some of his friends. They hissed, not quite used to the feeling yet. “Of course it is! Already ten minutes in and we're nearly passed out from the fun!” He yelled out happily.

When no one replied to this, he looked around in confusion. All he got was blank stares from the boys and ignorance from the girls, who were all giggling and chatting near the edge. “I stand corrected.. guess not. But it's still good!”

Derek raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't feel too comfortable about this honestly. Water was never a friendly pal to him; every time he drank it he would either cough or gulp to much till it hurt his throat, which is why he swapped over to animal blood. He couldn't imagine what a lake would do to him.

“Derek.. what he's trying to say is, that it's like a pool.” One of Brian’s ex-friends, Matt, interfered his mind. “Y’know without the chlorine.”

“Yes, without chlorine. And if you didn't know, that's also called water.” Derek pointed out to him. “If you didn't know, water is my nemesis!”

Matt chuckled and the boys laughed out in amusement. Hearing that was a tad bit odd. Water being someone’s enemy? Hysterical.

Brian must've thought the same because he rushed to swim up to the edge and held his arms out in a motherly style. “Oh, do you need me to help you into the water sweetie? Do you need a raft?”

Derek growled under his breath. Although Matt was laughing from Brian’s little joke, he swam up next to him and patted the grassy ground. The blonde lowered his head and bent down to get to Matt’s height.

“Derek, it's fine. You know how to swim right?” Matt asked.
Derek looked away. He perked up when Brian bursted into the short conversation.

“Of course he knows how to swim!” Brian grinned at the other. He paused soon after when the two didn't reply. “.. you do know how to swim right?.. right? Oh boy..”

Derek released a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “I don't really know.. I never tried.”

Both Brian and Matt looked shocked, even a bit puzzled. The remaining boys overheard his statement and swam closer to the two, curiously listening to the rest.

“How come you've never- never mind, I don't want you to get anxious. Let's start a different question. Have you ever thought about it?” Matt questioned, gesturing a bit with his hands.

“No, where else are we gonna swim anyway? The lake is fine but why ask me something like that when all we've been doing is hanging out in a building?” Derek replied with a smart attitude.

Matt bared part of his fangs. “Just asking..” He muttered.

“There's Hurricane Harbor!” One of the girls blurted out from her own group and raised her arm.

“You're not part of this!” Derek snapped back.

The girl ghouls quit their chatter and looked away in disappointment, but the boys continued their encouragement to help Derek get into the water. Brian leaned up from the clear liquid and gently tugged on his arm, yet he only got him a couple inches.

“Come oonnn! Are you just scared to get your hair wet?” Brian complained.

“What? No!” Derek quickly replied back, covering the front of his blonde hair and frowned disapprovingly. “If I was scared to get my hair wet, I wouldn't have bothered to come!”

“Brian will you be quiet for once?” Matt growled at the orange-haired ghoul and floated back to face Derek. He tenderly placed his hand on his knee and smiled. “Just come in for a little? Maybe to your waist and then you can come out… but I don't think you wanna ruin your clothes.” He pointed to the pink, beige, and white ragged clothing he normally wore. “Just your shirt could do, not the pants. We're all wearing pants in here anyways..”

Derek scoffed and grabbed the edges of his shirt before he halted. Everyone in the pool was shirtless, except for the girls of course. It  like be a bit awkward in there, surrounded by four dudes in a bacteria infested lake, and doing what dudes do. For once though, they weren't messing or joking with him. It seemed they desired to help him learn the ways of swimming. He got rid of the thoughts and pulled the shirt off, rushingly covering his pale torso with the clothing.
“So um..” Derek started. If he wasn't so pale, his cheeks would be completely dark red. “Do I just go in?”

Brian brought his hand up to his face and shook his head. A couple chuckles accidentally escaped and he covered his mouth. Matt smacked his shoulder with a “Shh!” and he raised his head back up to Derek.

“First, you might wanna put your clothes down somewhere. You can't hold them while you go into the water.” Matt explained.

Derek did just that and carefully placed his clothes down on the grass, immediately crossing his arms to cover his chest afterwards.

“And put your arms down to you can scoot yourself into the water.” Matt said, signaling to his arms.

Derek gulped nervously and placed them down. This was now uncomfortable. All the ghouls already knew but across his chest were scars, previously from the past abuse of his father. Those were just memories however memories still damaged some.

“Push yourself forward.” Matt instructed, kicking back in the water so he was able to give Derek enough room.

Derek placed his hands down and thrusted them back, pushing him more towards the edge. He did it once more and found him legs hanging from the ledge. “Uh.. okay, so just one more?” He asked, stuttering.

“Just one more.” Matt replied calmly.

His hands pushed him again and he felt his body slide down the slope, soon into into the water below. That's when he started freaking out. “Wait. Wait a minute, I can't do this.” He stammered, struggling to climb back up. “I can't! I-I don't want to, I'm going to drown!”

“Derek, you're not going to drown.” Matt comforted him, holding his arms out. “Just let go, it's simple.”

“That's easy for you to say, you're used to it! I feel like Mufasa but I'm not falling into a mob of wildebeests, I'm falling into pools of water!” Derek screamed back as he felt his fingers starting to slide down.

Matt sighed, hearing Brian’s irritating bursts of laughter. “I'll catch you.”

“What?” Derek looked at him.

Matt swam under him. “It's not a big drop, only a couple feet. I'll catch you, okay? Just don't kick me in the face please..”

Derek felt more adrenaline fill him. He trusted Matt with all of his heart, more than the others. He squeezed his eyes shut and in one flick on his hands, his body has pushed down by the gravity.

At first, he expected his body to be met with warm splashes of water enveloping his body. It never came. The first trust thought was clear, Matt did–in fact– catch him! The impact felt like a pillow at first. When the sensation of a ‘pillow’ moved, it was lost.

Derek opened his eyes and sighed in relief, looking up at his ghoul friend who was smiling back down at him. “You good now?” He asked.

The blonde shrugged his shoulder again and smiled back. “I guess.”
“Welp, I caught you. That's all that matters.” Matt said softly. He leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. “And also overcoming your fear, guess that matters too.”
The Lake
I guess this is kinda Derek x Matt? Idk. It's just something, I was rushing it and I'm freezing out in this baseball game so whatever. Derek doesn't know how to swim I guess XD

Derek and Matt belong to dead Man's Party
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Happy Birthday! :party:
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Thank you!!!!
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You're welcome. :)
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Hey, how have you been? 
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Good, I guess. Haven't been posting a lot because I've been stressed with bullying problems and stuff. But thanks lol. How'v you been?
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I've currently busy with Finals. Trying to get projects done while at the same time trying study for an exam.
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Oh god that thinks lol I feel so bad for you. Good luck XD
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How's the trade coming?
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