I sneak into my house, desperate to avoid attention as I tiptoe to my room, down the stairs that creek as I step, filling me with a sense of dread with each little noise. I carefully step, each step light, keeping noise down to a minimal amount until I finally reach my room, where I grab my pillow and blanket, put on some headphones, set an alarm on my phone for midnight, and go to sleep in my closet so I won't be tired later and my parents won't bother me.

As I doze off, I think about Lily. About the pleasant feeling I feel when I'm with her. Why do I feel that? What even is it? Why do I desire to see Lily's smile again? Why is all I can think about is making Lily happy?

These questions remained unanswered as I close my eyes and enter a deep slumber.

I awaken to a beeping right when I set it for. Excellent, now I can get to work. I return my covers and pillow to my bed and listen for any noise upstairs. Silence is all I hear. Great.

The brown carpet muffles my light footsteps as I approach the front door.

"Hold it!" Purity exclaims, "the front door!?! You're joking, right?"

"What's wrong with that?" I ask.

"If you forget to lock it when you get back," Purity sighs, "or worse still, don't get back before your parents wake up, we're caught. Your room has a few windows right? You know how the top of your room is just above the front porch?"

"Kinda a tight squeeze for a lardass like me," I remind.

"But if they find a window open we can lie and say you were getting some airflow in your room. Easy as pie."

"I can't argue with that," I reply, "let's go."

I hear back to my room and open a window, the cool Summer air pleasantly cool as it flows into my room. I pull myself up, carefully avoiding the ceiling by no more than half an inch and wiggle out of the window lying down, using my arms to pull myself onto the porch. I get up and grab my bike, taking it for a ride down the silent, dark backstreets of my small town. Cicadas buzz in the air in a soothing fashion as fireflies light my way to the docks. I try not to think about what I'm going to say. I'm just gonna trust my gut. I'm going to trust Purity.

Speaking of Purity, I arrive early so I have time to put on my mask. I check my phone. It's around ten minutes to one. I sit at the end of the docks, watching the waves as they crash against the wooden docks. I take a deep breath. Another target? A request no less? Can I truly trust anyone else to choose a target? Am I even ready for this?

"Who else is gonna do it?" Purity demands, "we have to purify this world. Stick to the plan."

"You're right," I reply, "let's just do what no one else will. What must be done."

I write some on my phone when a car arrives, a blue, 1988 Honda jeep. Deep blue, almost black in color, and with tinted windows. The car pulls into one of the countless empty parking spaces, stops, and from the car emerges my aquantice from the arcade. I get a better look at him now. He's taller than me by about a foot, light hair, dirty-blonde almost. His hair is full of volume and wavy. He has a muscular build, green-eyes, reasonable tan skin. Not pale but not tan. Somewhere in the middle. He approaches me nervously, as if unsure what to say.

"You called Purity?" The voice demands and I repeat.

"Yes," the young man nods, "you remember me?"

"I remember all I protect," Purity replies and I echo, "what business do you have with me?"

"I have a few questions," the young man explains, more confident now, "what kind of people do you go after?"

"The impure," Purity explains.

"The what?" The young man asks.

"The impure," I reply.

Quick, who is impure? Let's see...

Anyone who abuses kids really. I mean, anyone like that is twisted and broken they deserve to be beaten.

"And killed," Purity adds.

"No," I mumble.

Who else? I guess anyone who does drugs near kids too, but nobody would do that.

"Anyone who harms a child is impure," I smirk, my voice modifier giving my words on ominous and powerful atmosphere, "and I shall purify the world."

"I had a feeling it was something like that," the young man explains, "OK, I need your help. My girlfriend's dad, he beats her. I have nowhere else to turn. I'm desperate. Is there anything you can do?"

"Where is he now?" I ask.

"The other side of town," the young man explains, "playing a poker game. Why do you ask?"

"It's to late for someone like him to change," Purity explains.

"We beat a confession out of that bastard," I smirk, "and we arrange for child services to take your girlfriend away from him."

"And go where?" The young man demands, "where does she go from there?"

"She get along with your parents?" I inquire.

"She's been staying with us for the last four days," the young man replies.

"Well make that more long term," I smile, "your dad has learned from mistakes before they were ever made. I think she'll be safe."

"Sounds good," the young man smiles, "thank you, so much. If there's anything I can ever do to repay you-"

I'm about to say it's on me but Purity exclaims, "wait!"

"What?" I mumble.

"Think about this for a second, OK? We can't fight, and we need all the help we can get, right? Look at this dude. He has a car. He has a muscular build. He's pure like us. You may see someone to protect, and that is true, but I also see an ally. I see..."

"An accomplice," the words leak from my lips like toxic fumes.

"What?" The young man asks, shocked but intrigued.

Me and Purity speak in synch, "I won't beat around the bush, so try to listen carefully. I'm not as strong as I seem. I don't even have a ride. Truth is I need all the help I can get. I could use a hand in purification. Just provide me a set of wheels, be my accomplice. We can take credit for the tasks, but remain anonymous. I'll call you Bleach, and we'll get you a mask. Help me film a message, I'll make you a mask. We'll track down the impure, and kick their asses."

"I'm listening," The young man smiles.

"You and I," both me and Purity proceed, "we're gonna change the world. Strike fear into the hearts of the impure. Help people, like that girl, but to be frank I need a set of wheels. If you stand for what's right, let's cleanse the world!"

The young man thinks for a few moments, before taking and shaking my hand, "I'm in."

"Excellent," I smile, "now first off, we gotta get you a mask. I need about... seven dollars."

"Why?" The young man inquires.

"I can make you a mask from just that and a trip to the dollar store," I explain, "and I never caught your name."

"It's Grant," the young man explains, "what's your name?"

"Hey dude," I reply, "I'm not gonna trust you with my face. We just met, maybe someday though. Come on, there is work to be done."

We get in Grant's car as I smile wide under my mask. The time for purification has come. It is time once more to feel the immense pleasure of purifying the world. Let the fun begin!