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Lethiferous

Lethiferous (adj.) - deadly; bringing death or destruction

Pairing: Park Sungjin (Day6) x Reader; Genre: Action, The Purge AU, the movie is called horror but I’d say it’s not.. maybe suspense instead?!; Rating: nsfw, NC-17; Warnings: It’s the Purge: killing through guns, knifes and other weapons, dead bodies basically everywhere, mentions of an illness, mentions of injustice and what’s wrong with the purge, more killing, active killing -> nothing too gorey though, blood, breaking into a vault, shooting at a dead body out of spite; Wordcount: 3.398

Summary: The annual purge was about to start and for the first time ever you decided to do something that was illegal on every other day. But being outside during the purge was more dangerous than you thought, if it weren’t for someone who came to your side when you were in need.

A/N: It’s not the 21st in Korea anymore.. I’m like an hour late but I hope it still counts!! Anyway! This is for the monthly event from kpopscape with the theme The Purge! And this is my entry for this!

You clenched your jaw while you observed the street through the crack in your curtains. The sun was slowly setting and you knew there was not much time left until the clock struck 7 PM.

Only a few people were roaming the streets for various reasons. Some were searching for shelter, others wanted to get a few last groceries and the last type started to form groups for the night.

A scoff escaped your nose and you shook your head. You would never understand people that would go shopping when it’s only a twelve hour event. They wouldn’t die from starvation. Instead they rather caught the attention of those groups.

“Come back into the room, dear”, your grandmother called from her bed, “it’s too dangerous being near the windows.”

Your eyes roamed one last time over the street before you pulled yourself away and stepped back. “Just checking”, you mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed, “they’re already grouping outside.”

“It’s fine, dear. Don’t worry. Those groups are not after a helpless granny.” She patted your arm and smiled reassuringly, before she coughed violently. Her whole body shook from the force behind it.

The pained smile you had given her, immediately vanished and concern took over your features. You hurried and helped her up to ease the coughing somehow. Dread filled your chest with every passing second of her coughing.

She clawed at your arm with one hand while she was doubled over, gasping for air in between the coughs. Once she finally finished she dropped back into the pillows, her chest heaving as she placed one hand on it.

“Try to rest as much as you can, okay?” You smiled gently and handed her a glass of water and a sleeping pill, knowing she always wanted to use one during the purge night.

Your grandmother always claimed she got knocked out due to the pill, meaning she wouldn’t know about anything that’s happening around her. It became a ritual for her after your grandfather died, letting her feel somewhat comfortable throughout the night.

“Thanks dear.” She took the pill and the glass into her own hands after getting up a little. “Are you really okay with staying alone throughout the night? I can stay awake with you.”

You shook your head quickly, telling her once again that you didn’t mind and would go to sleep for yourself soon.

After your grandmother fell ill you had moved back and started living with her as she was the only family left. You tried to ease her day to day life as much as possible. You took her to doctor’s appointments, to health checks, bought the groceries and cooked for her whenever she felt too weak.

That was three years ago and for all this time you didn’t know what caused her illness. Each health check was without results and no medicine actually helped her. While your grandmother tried to stay positive you despaired more and more. Especially when the doctors finally discovered what was wrong and told you the price for the medicine.

A price so high you would never be able to pay with your simple salary. You still tried to fight for your grandmother, not ready to lose her.

Once she took the pill and fell asleep soon after, the soft expression you always had on your face fell and your features turned grim.

Normally you stayed within the apartment or at least the apartment complex during a purge night, staying near your grandmother and keeping her safe.

In the three years you lived with her it happened only once that someone tried to break into the apartment but you were able to scare them off with a bat.

You knew how to defend yourself but you didn’t actively search for violence, trying to avoid it as much as possible.

Usually.

This night though was different. You had a mission and wanted to meet with a group before the purge officially started. A lot of groups asked for members and stated their purpose weeks before the official purge night and you stumbled upon one of them by accident.

After a little research you deemed them somewhat safe, knowing they had a similar purpose as you. This group didn’t want to kill, instead they wanted to be like a modern Robin Hood.

You got ready and grabbed your empty backpack and your phone. You glanced once more into the room of your grandmother, making sure she was deeply asleep before you sneaked out of the apartment.

Once you were out on the street you pulled your hoodie up and covered your face as you hid in the shadows on your way to the meeting point.

You heard others hollering and shouting as they intimidated the few bypassers that tried to get home or somewhere safe. Shivers ran down your spine whenever you heard them laughing. You knew people like these used the purge for the fun of killing. They didn’t care who or how they killed as long as blood was shed.

“Only 45 minutes left until the annual purge night.” You flinched at the loud announcement ringing through the air of the streets. You would never get used to the robotic voice telling the countdown. It was awful and made the night even more unrealistic as it was already.

“You made it”, an enthusiastic voice greeted you when you rounded a corner, patting your shoulder as you came to a halt. “Thought you might chicken out.”

You just nodded, feeling somewhat hesitant now that you heard his tone of voice. How could someone sound so happy on a night like this? How could anybody be enthusiastic like this?

“Alright then. Everybody get your masks! We only have 12 hours, that is not a lot of time! Let’s make the best out of it! Let’s have a successful purge!”

You looked up at his announcement, seeing that a dozen people got into action. They hurried past you, putting on different masks - most of them resembling the face of clowns - and regrouped quickly again.

One of them thrusted a mask and a weapon into your hands and pulled you into some sort of formation. He motioned to you to put it on before he turned his attention towards the leader, who already spoke some encouraging words for the night.

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you put the mask on and stuffed the weapon into your belt. You hated it already as the mask limited your vision and smelled weird. You scrunched up your nose, trying to ignore the urge to throw up. And the fact you had a weapon didn’t feel much better either.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe you should have stayed home with your grandmother and looked after her. You quickly shook your head, knowing you couldn’t go back. You needed the safety of a group while you moved through the streets, needed the group to get inside of the building and to steal all the necessities for your grandmother - including the medicine.

A static sound filled the air and all talking ceased immediately. Everybody’s heads turned to the leader, who held up a laptop and grinned like a child the night before christmas.

“This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorised for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 or higher 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 at 7 a.m., when the Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and our country, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.”

You felt your stomach churning uncomfortably at the emotionless voice saying the same words as every year.

The siren blared through the city and the sounds of machine guns and screams filled the air immediately.

“This is it! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

You started to run, your body moving on autopilot as you followed the group out into the open. Your throat constricted almost painfully when you saw the first dead bodies littering the streets. Most of them were innocent victims and didn’t deserve to die.

Whenever guns were shot you flinched slightly, looking around in fear. Even though you moved in a large group, you didn’t feel safe.

Nobody should feel safe during this night.

But you knew the richer you were, the safer you felt. With money you could buy better safety systems, you lived in a safer area, you could even buy people to protect you if necessary.

Those who died during the purge were only the ones with no money or homes. Of course the rate of unemployment would be low with them being murdered.

You clenched your teeth when you saw more and more bodies on the ground the further your group moved. You swallowed your protests when you saw some of your group shoot random people that weren’t even attacking. You had to survive this night, you had to survive for your grandmother.

“Hurry up people, we’re close!”

You looked up, seeing the large building at the end of the street. Somewhere inside of this building was the medicine your grandmother needed so desperately.

A frown appeared on your face when you saw the burning cars around the building. It became even deeper when you saw the crashed windows and doors of the building, knowing it meant someone else forced their way inside.

“Split up!”

You looked around, seeing the group running into different directions. Of course there was a plan and smaller teams had to scout the inside of the building, but you hadn’t really listened and didn’t know where you were supposed to go. You didn’t really care though, especially now after you realised the people in this group weren’t really the good guys as well.

Ignoring everyone else, you ran around the building. You wanted to enter the building through the backdoor, having a feeling that the front only ended in unnecessary bloodshed.

You didn’t even round the corner when you heard machine guns and chaotic screams coming from inside of the building. You saw flashes from the shots in the otherwise dark area.

Your whole body tensed and it took everything within you to move forward. To move at all, actually. You were frozen in fear and every movement somewhat hurt. Your mind told you to get somewhere safe and not closer to certain death.

Dread filled your body as you hurried to the backdoor and sneaked inside. Even though every crime was allowed during this night, you tried to stay secretive. It wasn’t the best decision to draw attention towards you when everyone out here wanted to kill you on sight.

Maniacal laughter sounded through the hallways and you really wanted to turn on the spot and leave the building again. But you bit on your tongue and moved forward, further away from the backdoor. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and it didn’t help you at all whenever you stopped at a corner.

You had no idea where the medicine was stored and it became harder to navigate through the building with crazy bastards shooting at each other at every possible moment.

Suddenly a loud scream appeared behind you and came closer. When you turned around you saw someone running towards you wielding a machete over his head.

Your eyes widened and you automatically grabbed towards the weapon in your belt but it got caught and you couldn’t pull it out. You hastily tried to free the weapon but with every passing second the person came closer.

“Get down!”

You had no time to think but your body followed the order immediately and you duck down. You heard the bang of a gun followed by a dull sound. Hesitantly you looked back up again and saw the person with the machete lying on the ground, a puddle of blood slowly forming around them.

“You alright?”

Surprised you whipped back around, you had forgotten about the other person for a second. You were even more surprised when you saw him not wearing a mask or any other kind of anonymity.

“Are you alright?” He asked again and came closer, raising a cut eyebrow in question.

He had short, dark hair with two precise cuts near the temple, which seemed almost like it grew back after he shaved his head. He seemed stoic while he observed you and waited for your answer.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.”

He nodded and was about to turn around and leave you again when another man charged towards the both of you. He cursed underneath his breath and shot this one too but the man only stumbled a little and continued running.

“Fucking vest.” He shot more and more bullets at the man but even the mask seemed secured as a headshot didn’t stop him as well.

You grabbed the machete from the first guy and sprinted towards the new attacker. There was a thin gap between the mask and the secured bodysuit and it was nearly impossible to hit him with a bullet. You pulled your mask off and threw it towards the man, making him lean back as an attempt to dodge. With the head movement the gap widened and you were able to slam the machete into his neck.

The minute you hit him and the blade cut into his skin you let go of the machete again, staring at the man going down with gurgling sounds. He pulled the machete out and made it even worse for him, blood gushing out of the large wound.

“And here I was thinking you were helpless.”

You scoffed and stemmed one hand into your hip. “Wasn’t the mask sign enough for you that I belonged to a group?”

“The group that was absolutely helpless when it ran into this building and basically got killed the second it entered?”

“Oh.”

“You don’t sound too surprised about it”, he noted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “and I’m pretty sure you’re not a real part of that group. Why are you out here?”

“I need medicine.”

His eyes roamed over your body, checking for any visible injuries or illnesses.

“For my grandmother.”

He nodded and slightly relaxed. Even a small smile played over his lips. “We should get going then.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t answer you and walked instead past you, shooting at the man on the ground out of spite, not even stopping or looking at him. “I know where you need to go.”

You couldn’t explain why but you followed him silently, trusting this man with your mission now. You didn’t even ask him why he wanted to help you; or if he even wanted to help.

“I’m Sungjin by the way.” He slowed down and walked next to you, seeming almost casually if it weren’t for the guns in his hands and his alerted gaze wandering through the hallways. Whenever he heard something, he immediately tensed and looked towards that direction.

You had the feeling Sungjin didn’t do this for the first time. He had experience with the purge and he had experience with being outside during the purge. You wondered what he usually did and if he trained for this night. He didn’t seem like the person for it and he definitely didn’t seem violent. Not counting the fact he just shot at two humans and killed one of them.

You quickly introduced yourself as well before the both of you got interrupted from a maniac once again.

Sungjin didn’t even bat an eye when he shot at the person and continued walking, ignoring the body that dropped to the ground.

“It’s not the first time you’re doing this, huh?”

He shrugged with his shoulders and shook his head. “No, sadly it’s not.”

You nodded, feeling this wasn’t the time to ask further. Instead both of you hurried several stories up until Sungjin led you into a room with a huge vault.

“Shit.” You stared at the vault, realising it wouldn’t be so easy to get the medicine you needed. “This might take some time.”

Sungjin checked the time on his watch. “Not enough to crack the code.”

“And we can’t use any explosives”, you sighed and rubbed over your forehead.

“Wait here, I’ll get what we need.”

You watched Sungjin leave the room again before you were even able to protest or say a word at all.

The time you waited for him felt like an eternity and the screams and gunshots made you even more anxious. Could you even allow yourself to just stay put and wait? What if Sungjin didn’t return and you just wasted your time?

Before you were able to completely freak out, Sungjin bursted into the room with heavy equipment, blood stains all over his clothes and face. “Ready?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What even..” You quickly shook your head and waved one hand dismissively. “I don’t even want to know.”

Instead you grabbed the equipment and started to cut through the lock on the vault while Sungjin made sure nobody would disturb you.

Half an hour later and with only one attack you made it through the lock and pushed the door of the vault open, revealing another room with dozens of shelves packed with different medicines.

“Yes”, you cheered quietly and hugged Sungjin, who stepped next to you, “we made it.”

He patted your back with a small smile before he followed you into the room, his gaze wandering over the shelves.

For a moment you watched him search for something specific until you remembered you had to look for something as well. You quickly walked along the shelves, mumbling the labels underneath your breath.

Once you found what you were searching for you opened your backpack and stuffed all of it inside. Satisfied with your gain you started to check the other things inside the room as well, taking anything you deemed helpful for the future.

After your backpack was full you turned back to Sungjin, seeing him holding a bottle with a transparent liquid inside of it. “You need medicine as well.”

Sungjin nodded. “It’s a prototype and not official so far but this stuff is supposed to heal cancer.” He sighed deeply and stuffed the bottle as well as the others from the shelf into his own backpack. “My best friend has cancer. Again. The therapy wasn’t successful and the cancer returned even stronger than before. This is his last chance.”

“Then we should get out of here alive.” You smiled gently and nodded towards the exit, ready to fight your way back out. “Only three more hours to survive.”

He chuckled and agreed with you, hurrying back out into the hallways. Sungjin motioned you to follow him quickly, guiding you out of the building with only a few encounters with other humans. Once on the street he looked around, not sure where to go next.

“This way”, you told him with a hushed voice and ran away from the building, staying within the shadows and on full alert. Without the protection of the group the streets were even more dangerous than the building.

“Watch where you step, there are a lot of traps. And make sure to stay close to the walls, there might be snipers on the roofs.”

“How do you know all that?” You asked and glanced over your shoulder for a second.

“It’s not the first purge I’m outside”, he answered and stopped you at one corner, “you already know that.” He glanced around to the open streets and nodded when everything was clear. “Where are we even going?”

“My place.”

Sungjin was stunned for a second before he laughed quietly. “I should take you at least on a date first.”

You smirked, forgetting the purge, the gunshots, the dead bodies and the danger around you for just a moment. “Isn’t this a date already?”

“Only if we steal some food on our way back.”