"So how we gonna break out?" Purity asks.

I look around the room, thinking. Again, white decor, and the bed has many sheets. Layer after layer. Looks like Lily doesn't like the cold.

Lily...

"Do we have to do this?" I sigh.

"Yes we do," Purity sighs, "Morgan is impure. It has to be done."

"So we go to the winery and then..." I stop to see Purity's reply.

"Purify Morgan," Purity smirks, "Purify her parents and show everyone what happens when they TAKE SOMEONE AWAY FROM US!"

"What was that first part?" I ask.

"Purify Morgan," Purity demands, "And you know what, kill her parents! Burn that fucking place that took her from us to the fucking ground!

"Attack Morgan?" I demand, "kill her parents? No! We fight FOR people like Morgan! She's the one we have to help! Threaten Morgan again, and see what happens, I fucking dare you."

We glare at one another before Purity screams, "she is impure! We can't allow her to spread her fucking disease! She must be stopped! We must-"

I open the window and dangle my legs from it, "first off, I won't give up on Morgan. Not yet. Her parents and that damn place are the issue. We must remove her father from the picture. Burn the place down? Yes, let's, but you threaten her again, and I will kill us both. If I am a threat to the ones I love, to the ones I protect, then I will jump. So, let's run by the plan. Carefully."

"We burn that place down," Purity sighs, "purify the owners, and everyone inside. Then, we confront Morgan. We can't save her, but you won't do what must be done. You won't purify her, so, whatever I guess."

"Very good," I climb back in and reply, "but what about Lily?"

"Lily doesn't have to know," Purity replies, "it's for Morgan. It's for your sister. Don't you remember? The time she saved your life?"

"You're right," I sigh, "you're right..."

It was one year ago. I had had a very very bad day with my parents being assholes, and beating me down emotionally. I sent one simple text to Morgan, "finish my novels. Goodbye."

Why Morgan? I trusted her. I trusted her more than anyone. I trusted her to finish my tale.

She replied, "Richard are you OK?"

I replied, "it has to be done. I can't do this anymore."

Morgan retorted, "Richard don't!"

"You don't know what my parents are like," I texted back, "I won't do this anymore!"

Then Morgan called, yelling, "Richard you can't do this! What about Whitney? What about me?"

"It doesn't matter," I retorted, "my parents always rant on and on about how family is everything. I can't live knowing I'm stuck with them forever."

"Who said family is blood ties?" Morgan demands, "look, you're like a brother to me. I can't lose you. Your family treats you like that? They aren't family. I guess, like, that makes me and Whitney your family? Look, it's OK. The three of us, we'll always have each other."

"You promise," I ask, by that point crying as I grip a knife in my palm.

"Of course," Morgan replies, "you'll be OK. I promise."

"OK," I wiped my tears, "OK. I'll see you at school tomorrow sis'. I promise."

"See you tomorrow bro," Morgan replied.

"Morgan!" I could hear her father in the background, "I've poured you a glass! This is good stuff too!"

"Coming!" Morgan replied, "gotta go. Be safe. Please."

She hung up. Looking back, what her dad said, it was a total red flag. Damn him! He'll pay for this!

"Let's get to work," Purity smirks.

"On it," I reply making a rope from the countless bed sheets. It's a lengthy process, taking roughly thirty minutes, giving me only fifteen to reach the...

The...

Place. Dammit. I've got to hurry. I feel fear rise up from deep within, as I walk down the street, sprinting, rushing towards the place. That place... I don't even like thinking about what it is. It scares me. It is the belly of the beast. It is a den of impurity, and I will turn it to ash. It will be purified by flames, and those with my fists. I must purify them before they hurt Morgan any more. I have to protect her.

My stomach begins to hurt where I was stabbed as I see the place. That wretched place, an unassuming, long, wooden building, that to an untrained eye, would appear quaint and inoccent. However, it is impure. It shall be purified.

I see Morgan's father step outside to smoke, which makes sense considering how there's a no smoking sign in the door.

I put on my mask and take out my bike chain. The man stands around six foot six, tall, fairly fit. A bit of flab under his muscles, but not much. He is clearly gonna lay me out in one punch if he hits me. He took Morgan from me, and he has to pay. He has poisoned his daughter. He has poisoned my sister, and he will pay.

At first, I think about attacking and getting a confession, but would the cops even act on something like this?

"We must make an example of this place. Look, we burn it down, we get a lotta heat and bad press. However, who said we'd be blamed?" Purity smirks, eyeing the man's lighter.

I nod in understanding.

"Impure scum!" I yell, the man turns to face me.

"Well well well," he stomps out his cigar with his black tennis shoes, which match his blue jeans and dark blue t-shirt well, "if it isn't the little psycho? What do you want? You got a problem with me?"

"You have poisoned your daughter," I glare, keeping an eye out for passing cars, but since we're on a backroad, with trees surrounding the street on all sides, I think it'll be fine. "You are impure. So is everyone in that building."

I uncoil my bike chain and smirk, "fall."

He sees what's gonna happen and throws the first punch, a quick leap followed by a left hook that I duck under. The pain where my wound is only growing, but I have to save Morgan. I have to save her...

"To commence in-" I stop, "actually, fuck that."

"I'm gonna enjoy this one," Purity speaks through me, chuckling. "This isn't purification. It's vengeance. You will fall."

I strike him in family jewels, causing him to recoil and lean forward, creating the opportunity for me to jump on his back and choke him with a bike chain. He thrashes and screams like the savage beast he is, before choking, coughing. I feel him losing strength as I strain everything in my body to keep hold until he collapses.

"Fuck no!" I exclaim, checking his pulse. There's nothing there. No! No please! No! I didn't want this! I didn't-

Oh, sorry. I was a little to far to the left. He's alive.

"Dammit," Purity sighs, "OK let's just grab the lighter, don't get your fingerprints on it, and watch it burn. Watch it all burn."

"On it," I reply, taking the lighter, using my jacket sleeve to cover my hand to avoid direct contact, and lighting the corner of the impure building. I then plant it in the hand of Morgan's father. Framing him for the crime.

"Let's go," Purity smirks.

"Wait," I stop him, "there's still people in there! We can't leave a bunch of buzzed adults and teens inside a burning building! We gotta warn them!"

"Dude," Purity sighs, "who's gonna know? They'll blame Morgan's dad, and he'll go away for a good, long time..."

"No!" I exclaim, "I'm not a killer and I'm warning them!"

"Dammit fine," Purity sighs, "go."

I dash into the place, smoke already filling the entrance. I cough and see two doorways. One for employees only, and the other for guests. I sprint into the guest rooms and exclaim, "fire! Everyone! A man outside started a fire! We gotta get out of here!"

I sprint outside, the others not far behind me, coughing as they rush to escape the now roaring flames that consume the structure, filling the air with embers, smoke, and intense heat as I guide everyone outside. There are many in the crowd of I think twenty people. Thirteen are adults, five are teens, and two of them...

Oh God. Dear Lord no!

Two of them... They're little kids!

"Who owns this place?" I demand.

"Purity!" A man in a suit with fair skin approaches, "it's you!?! I can't thank you enough! You just saved the lives of me and all my customers. How can I thank-"

"You can die," Purity suggests.

"Shut up!" I exclaim.

The owner steps back, shocked and afraid.

"Did you know?" I demand.

"What?" He asks.

"The underage drinkers," I glare, my voice louder and more forceful as wrath flows through me, "did you know!?!"

"Calm yourself sir," the owner pleads, "it's alright. The parents are cool with it, and it's legal in this state parental consent. Sir, look at France, there's no drinking age there! I'm from France! It's tradition in my homeland to-"

"You will all be purified," I glare, "all of you!" Rage fills me as I scream, "let me tell you something you worthless sons of a bitches!"

I point at Morgan, who stands with the other teens in shock, fear in their eyes, "you! Start recording this!"

Morgan obeys, struggling to grab her phone in a rushed panic, and almost dropping it as she holds it up, her hands shaking. It appears I should have arrived sooner. She's had a little at least.

"You are scum," I glare, "all of you. Let me tell you something. In this world, there is only impurity. I stand for what is right. No more than a few days ago, I was inoccent, ignorant, but now I see. I see your kind. You poison your children, call it fancy, call it tradition, justify with bullshit like culture and heritage. Would you strike a child for culture? No. This is no different. You hurt someone I love. Someone... I really cared about. I..."

My voice begins to shake and I feel a lump in my throat, "I failed to save her from your kind. You made a big mistake. You hurt someone close to me. I will no longer show mercy!"

"I'll kill you all!" Purity exclaims.

I ignore him and proceed, "at first, it just getting confessions, helping others. That's all I wanted, but you hurt someone I love. Your kind hurt my family. So, even if you confess now, I'm gonna hurt you. I'm gonna hurt you real good. It's gonna be fun. You fuck with my family? Fine. I FUCK WITH YOU!"

The man's eyes are full of fear.

"So that's how it's gonna be," the owner sighs, "sir, don't do this. This can end good for both of us. You wanna stop the mafia, yes? I can help you. I have connections. Just calm down. I can help. Just don't hurt me. Please, we don't-"

"To commence in purification," I begin, walking forward, "to cleanse this world and bring salvation, to unite the world under hope and what's just, and to protect the next generation from abuse and drugs. I am Purity. You must be purified!"

I lunge at the man, and throw a punch, striking his face, shattering his jaw. The others stand back, mostly. Two of them proceed to attack me. I'm able to avoid one, but the other, a fit woman, kicks me in the stomach, reopening my wound and drawing blood. I grab her hair and slam her into the ground by her head before I turn to the other, a young man in his mid twenties most likely and tackle him, getting him in a good and breaking his left arm. Just to prove a point, I stomp the woman's hand, shattering it. I grip my wound, dripping blood as blood oozes from the owner's face and the man withers in agony, and demand, "who's next?"

"Easy Purity," two younger people step forward, "I came on my own. I don't have kids. About three of us did. At least let us go."

"You sat idly by as abuse was dealt out," I glare, "you are impure. All of you are. How many we got left, ten? Tell you what, I admire your courage. I'll let you go, but only you, and only to take away the little ones to somewhere safe. They shouldn't see anymore of this."

"Thank you sir," the man rushes over fearfully to the small children, past me. I grab him and glare, "one more thing. You wanna have kids?"

"No," the man shakes his head.

"Get a vasectomy," I demand, "an impure man like you shouldn't have kids. If you don't, I will come for you."

The man nods and takes the two small children away, both of which are crying. Oops. I didn't wanna do that! Note to self. Evacuate small children BEFORE starting.

"Nine left," I smirk, "and I betcha old no-balls is calling the police. I'll offer all of you a choice. Come at me, and face purification, or try to plead your case, on your knees in front of me, and if you can convince me, I'll let you leave."

"Arrogant little shit!" A man exclaims before rushing me with two buddies of his. A quick flick of my chain and I trip the first into the other two, allowing me to stomp the first and kick the other two before they can regain balance, knocking them all out. I feel my vision growing hazy as more and more blood, mine and that of the impure, fills the parking lot. I'm bleeding out. I must hurry. I dance on the feet of the three men, shattering the bones.

"If you haven't noticed," Purity taunts, speaking through me, "I've been breaking bones, but try to plead, and maybe I'll just knock you upside the head if your case is at least mediocre."

The others stand frozen by fear as I approach the remaining six slowly with a crazed grin, blood dripping from my stomach.

"Tick tock," I chuckle with Purity, "I'm getting closer."

A woman approaches and pleads, on her knees, tears in her eyes, "I thought if I could just give my son a lil' it'd help him sleep. Is it so wrong of me to-"

I give her a roundhouse kick to the face, knocking out a tooth and blood before I grab her ankle and snap it.

"Five more," I smile wide, "you gonna fight? You gonna beg with your selfish motives? I haven't got all day."

"Stop," someone behind me demands.

I turn around, and Morgan stands before me.

"What?" I glare.

"Stop this," Morgan demands, "or else."

"Or else what?" Purity laughs, "you think that you can take me? Don't make me laugh. I'm the hero here. No one else gives a damn, so I have to take matters into my own hands. I'm only trying to help you. So, put up your dukes, or shut up."

Morgan steps back, shaking her head.

"Excuse me," I sigh, "I need a moment."

"The Hell did you just say to her?" I hiss under my breath.

"She's in our way," Purity demands, "can we end this?"

"We can end it all if you keep up," I glare, "this is your last warning Purity."

"I'm not afraid to die," Purity smirks, "I'd welcome it. Are you?"

"There's work to be done," I remind, "let's go."

"Purity please," a woman begs, crying, "let us go. You've proven your point. Please."

"Let's hear your case then," I smirk.

"Well I-" the woman begins.

"Ah ah ah," I remind, before snapping my fingers and pointing down, "kneel."

She approaches and complies, "my son has serious heart issues. I have a doctor's note and everything for this and yes, we've looked at other treatments. This is the only way to prevent him from dying and we make sure the amount he consumes causes no long term harm. Please, let me leave. I'm begging you."

"That..." I sigh, "just might be the only acceptable excuse I've ever heard. Do I agree? No, but I trust a doctor. However, I would strongly urge you to get a second opinion. You may leave, with my blessing and sincerest apologies."

The woman, and a man I presume to be her husband run away, leaving their car.

"Anyone else?" I demand.

The remaining three prepare for a fight, taking basic stances. Clearly untrained, and easy targets.

"Very well then," I reply taking my bike chain, and wrapping it around my fist.

I strike first, taking out a woman standing on the left, breaking her cheekbone. A man next to her throws a kick at my head, forcing me to lean back, but allowing me to grab his legs and push up in such a way it cracks his femur bone. Only one left now, but I'm losing a lot of blood. I must finish this now.

The man throws a punch, which I sidestep but am unable to counter. He proceeds into another punch, forcing me to step back and lean, which I proceed from into a sweeping kick, tripping him. Afterwards, I slam my fists into his face over and over again, until he's out cold and covered in blood. I break his arm for good measure.

"Make sure that footage gets to the cops," I clutch my wound facing Morgan and the other teens, "and all of you better get on the right track. I'd hate to have to fight the ones I fight for."

With that, I walk away, no one having the audacity to come after me as I walk through the pools of blood which cover the parking lot. My clothes are blood stained and I'm bleeding really bad. Everything is fading out. I remove my mask and keep walking, the cops drive by me, but don't seem to take notice as I return to Lily's house. I struggle to open the door, staggering in as I struggle to stand. I collapse as my mind begins to fade. Everything begins to darken as I hear an unfamiliar voice sigh, "really kiddo? I expected better of you."

I see a tall masculine figure with a stethoscope looming over me as my blood drains onto the floor of the entrance hall, which is brown tile with tan-painted walls, and everything goes black...