“GOT7 GOT7 GOT7!” The wave of purple glow sticks swaying forward and backwards as synchronized screams and roars from thousands of excited fans filled the arena. The abundance of artificial smoke mystifying the stage spread out adding to the elevated emotion. Â
“We love you Chicago thank you for tonight!”, Jackson yelled through the mic waving his hand in the air, outstretching his goodbye to everyone. Following Jackson each member committed to a certain direction on stage waving and bowing showing their gratitude. The appearance of the stage manager behind the curtains signaled it was time for the idols to exit off stage. In a straight line as they continued to wave the idols walked off into the dark sector, removing themselves from view of their fans.
“Their energy was crazy as fuck today,” Bambam exclaimed removing his right ear microphone.
“If only it was like this every time”, JB wished ruffling his bomber jacket cooling his heated body.
“Aye!” their manager yelled pointing to his watch gesturing the hurry they were in. Each nodded while removing their gear handing it to the staff. After stripping from the mechanics they thanked the stage staff while shuffling their feet moving in the direction of the exit. The dark van parked central to the door was surrounded by security guards preventing enthusiastic fans from reaching and grabbing.
The door of the vehicle opened ready for them to enter as they approached closer still waving and smiling through the crowd. Stepping in, the warmth radiating from the heater instantly increased their already heat centered bodies.
“Please turn that off I’m turning into juice,” Youngjae exaggerated causing the members to laugh as they agreed.
The driver followed the directions as he silently chuckled at the statement coming from behind. The drive to the private hotel was filled with excited members as the last destination on their American Tour 2019 was a success. The van shook with their dancing that followed the blasted music coming from the speakers. Stuck in the excitement everyone continually shouted lyrics, forgetting a Jinyoung who quietly turned to the window focusing on the sudden snowflakes that sprinkled throughout the empty city. Very strange he thought eyeing the action-less area, no human in sight, no store open, and no cars moving. The dark swallowed the buildings as the van drove passing each distance, abruptly a red fluorescent rocket shot to the sky lighting the spiritless district. What the fuck Jinyoung jolted moving away from the window. As he turned to see if anyone else witnessed what he just saw the van stopped.
“Guys make sure to get some sleep,” their manager announced opening the door to get out.
“Sleep?” Yugyeom laughed at the order, “We’re partying tonight.”
“Exactly we’re not going to waste this success,” Bambam followed pumping his fist in the air.
Shaking his head their manager sighed, “Alright but stay inside I heard some shit is supposed to go down tonight,” he advised reaching in his pocket for his vibrating phone.
Each member climbed out the van grabbing their bags, before they could make their way to the entrance a file of security guards exiting the building reached for their things rushing them inside.
“Woah what’s going on?” Jackson asked as he was hastily pushed.
“It’s not safe to stay out here,” one of the men confessed rotating his eyes around the area, “It’s better you guys get inside and stay inside.”
What’s going on? Jinyoung curiously thought looking at the alert eyes of the guards that surrounded them. Mistakenly Jackson rambled distracting the members and the guards allowing the scheme of a sly escape to begin. Quietly slipping away Jinyoung pursued a bush that stood adjacent to the building. Covered by the darkness he crouched unwillingly accepting the punctures of the shrubs. After no voices or movement was heard, Jinyoung rose in search for anyone that might be looking for him. Hastily turning to the left of the building he reached an empty concrete ledge in the middle of a park.
“What am I even doing?” He quietly asked himself realizing his senseless curiosity that had taken over his rational judgement. Without any more thought he sat on the cold concrete leaning back as he closed his eyes taking in the cold breeze and tranquil atmosphere, an experience completely opposite of what he’d been dealing with for the past two months. Suddenly an ear bleeding siren wailed into the wind causing the disbursement of birds from a nearby tree. Jinyoung covered his ears in shocked agony as the sound continued on.
“THIS IS NOT A TEST. THIS IS YOUR EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM ANNOUNCING THE ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT OF THE PURGE”, the voice of a robotic female voiced.
A panicked, “Fuck” left Jinyoung’s mouth as he felt his heart sink.
“ALL CRIME WILL BE LEGAL FOR 12 CONTINUOUS HOURS. EMERGENCY GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS WILL BE UNAVAILABLE UNTIL TOMORROW AT 7AM.”
Pushing himself off the temporary seat he scrambled, his feet rushing to find a concealed hiding spot. Paranoid of a silent follower he continuously turned his head back to make sure of no hungry assassin. Jumping over a bed of flowers he found himself in the path of ominous woods where no visible light entered. He ran endlessly in an unfamiliar direction suddenly halting almost slipping as he heard “Live A Lil” blaring from a speaker followed by the eruption of females cackling. Shit! He cursed turning to pursue a different direction, continuing his habit he ran with his head behind him. Cluelessly bumping into an over standing muscled man, wearing black on black clothing with an X planted across his shirt. Wincing from the harsh encounter Jinyoung attempted to swiftly back away from the stranger, only to be picked up by his shirt from the now grinning man. Exposing the silver platted teeth that laid inside.
“MAY GOD BE WITH YOU ALL,” the last words rung ending the vile announcement.
The momentarily quiet woods was soon interrupted by the hysterical laughter shooting out of the brown man’s mouth.
“I found one I found one,” he bellowed in a childlike voice. “Hey Eve and Lucille I got somebody!”
The familiar blare of music that Jinyoung avoided now returned as two feminine bodies wearing glow masks emerged from the distance straight ahead. Both wore school girl skirts that hovered over their fishnet wrapped legs. One held a speaker on her back that played the loud music and the other holding a AR-15 that seemed too big for her size. As they approached the one holding the gun removed her mask, a snicker leaving her mouth. She gestured for the man to turn his captive over. Following the orders the man turned Jinyoung while holding his arms to his back, to prevent any escape.
“He’s a pretty one,” her menacing voice cheered at the capture. Getting closer she eyed his facial features in detail, before switching on a pocket knife bringing it up against the skin of his neck. As she explored Jinyoung swallowed harshly having his Adam’s apple dance on the sharp object that pressed against him.
“Are you going to use the knife to kill him?” The man joyfully asked watching her exploration.
Still using the knife she brought it to Jinyoung’s cheeks, “No I want to keep this one around,” she sounded intrigued by the beauty of the man. “You did good K9,” she dropped the knife from his face, showing her approval.
“But can we kill him? Can we?”, K9 asked again.
“I said no why don’t you fucking listen,” she barked annoyed at the man.
“But…,” K9 quietly whimpered. Jinyoung now noticing the mental state of the man whom didn’t seem to be all there for his physical age.
“Get him in the car,” she ordered placing her mask back on.
“Ready for this?” India asked tying her curly hair in a low bun.
“Most definitely,” Wyatt nodded at her.
“I just want to steal some shit,” Cam announced dragging a metal bat that she found across the concrete floor.
An unexpected roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly forced the trio to hide behind a brick wall that outlined a school building. After a couple of seconds the distant volume of the engine confirmed the passing of the unknown opposer. They all looked at each other telepathically showing their excitement of their first night of the thrilling tradition. As they got up to walk the opposite direction India reached in her bookbag grabbing two kitchen knifes she stole from her mom’s house.
“Just for little more fun,” she smiled handing each one their own.
“What am I gonna do with this diet-ass weapon”, Cam complained picking up the knife.
Wyatt laughed as he grabbed what India handed to him. “It’s good for close contact,” he answered showing off a stabbing gesture.
“I got this as well” India announced pulling out a loaded glock ignoring her best friends.
“Oh shit where did you find that?”, an excited Wyatt grabbed.
“I know a little someone,” she smiled pulling another one out and pointing it.
“Put it down before y’all accidently end each other,” Cam giggled at their stances.
Wyatt and India laughed putting down the weapons, as they continued to walk to another destination. The eerie quietness of the city left an uneasy feeling in the hearts of the three while they walked through a neighborhood that Wyatt suggested they check out. The unfamiliar area seemed to be of those rich enough to actually own a house, which was different from their broken down rental rooms they grew up in.
“Hey isn’t that Eve?” A curious Wyatt asked his eyes narrowed to the red haired female in the far distance.
“Damn it what is her prissy ass doing out here?” India rolled her eyes at the announcement. Â
“She wants to kill huh?” Cam asked amused at the situation she imagined.
“Doesn’t seem like it’s just her and her lame crew either,” Wyatt suggested taking a closer look, “Hey Indy don’t you know that boy?”
“Can’t be,” India’s eyes shot instantly noticing the details of the body that was getting hauled along by Eve’s crew members. Recognizing the face his named followed settling in her brain Jinyoung, Park Jinyoung. “We gotta save him,” she proposed pulling out her gun.
“Are you crazy? Do you even know him like that?” Cam questioned her usually rational friend.
“He’s a celebrity,” she stated as she crouched behind a car.
“Then where is his celebrity security that’s supposed to follow him everywhere?”
“Look are you in or not?” India turned to face her.
“I’m in,” Wyatt nodded moving down next to her.
After a few seconds of silent disapproval Cam shook her head before placing her bat over her shoulders and bending down. “Y’all owe me for this one.”
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