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"Please…do not kill me", the man whispers, stumbling to the open road as the red liquid runs down his arm.
Ben says nothing, stretching the red handle machete over his shoulder with a small smile as the blooding man slips to the tar ground. More grovel sinks into the man's back.
For someone with so much muscle. He sure is slow. And not the cleanliest like the rest of them . Homeless maybe? Family?
"Your insane", the man mumbles crawling slowly away from his approach
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No, just an unjust man with no sense of how the world works.
Ben hesitantly wipes his bloody hand on his only sorts of brown pants with a heavy sigh. He crouches down near the foul man.
This is the Purge. Where anyone can commit a crime for continuous twelve hours each year. He will not pass it up simply because he was so close to it not coming.
"If it wasn't for me, you’d be dead!", the stranger spat leaning on the curved with his held arm.
Ben kicks his prey's bloody arm away revealing his ridden sweat and blood brine shirt. As salty musk fills the air. Ben quickly covers his nose pointing the machete at the man's neck. Before he can feel the gagged hitch up, he places his right leg on the men's chests.
The injured raises his arms in defense as Ben presses harder. Looking him directly in the eye. He could not help but squint at the man almost trying to touch his clothed leg.
"Please…let me go. We-Wee must stick together. Look what's out there! See!", The stranger grabs his leg roughly in cry.
"Shut up ", Ben breathes slightly staggering to right sudden chill runs down his back.
His vision blurs dropping his machete near the smiling man.
“Fu…”, Ben mumbles as loud shots rang out near his ear as warm liquid slides down his neck.
He slams his knee first to the ground as pain shoots up his legs. With all his strength he slowly reaches for his machete next to the still man only to stop by a soft mocha hand.
" Beautiful", the eerie voice whispered in front of him.
Extra footstep stops near his head. Blotches of black seep into his sight completely as large arms wrap around his waist tightly lifting him up.