The current situation was anything but ideal, but there was nothing Josh nor Tyler could do about it. They broke into the tiniest of gas stations and searched around, snacking on chips and candy bars as they went.

"So we have two guns and your knife," Josh concluded, sitting with Tyler behind the counter.

"I guess so," Tyler sighed, carefully applying bandages he found to Josh's shoulder. "I'm real sorry, Josh."

"I know you're sorry, you can stop apologizing. We'll be fine. We always end up fine in the end," Josh encouraged, wincing as Tyler wrapped his shoulder tightly.

"We have no money, no van... What are we going to do?" Tyler slid his ski mask off with a sigh, revealing sweat-matted hair and dark bags complimenting a black eye he'd received. He had a few cuts on his face but nothing that deteriorated his beauty in any way. Josh still found himself wanting to kiss the boy and never stop.

"We still have seven more hours, baby. We can find another car. We can rob a bank. It'll be fine, I promise," Josh cleared his throat, savoring Tyler's appearance.

"Okay," Tyler mumbled, messing with his knife. "This is not how I wanted our night to go."

"Me neither, but there's nothing we can do about it now."

"I wanted to be the ones making people scared, not the ones that are scared. I wanted to fucking murder more than we have," Tyler continued, red eyes focused on his knife. "It's fucking stupid. I'm bored. I want to make somebody scream. I'm fucking bored."

"And angry," Josh smirked. He slid a gun to Tyler, the metal scraping against the cement floor. "Lets put that anger to use, yeah?"

"But your arm," Tyler muttered, toying with the gun. "You're fucking hurt because of me Josh. I don't want you dead too."

"I'll be fine, Tyler. I'm tough, and what I say goes. So come on," Josh said, standing up before Tyler could argue more. The brunette followed with a sigh, really not wanting Josh to be hurt even worse because of him.

"Don't worry about me, baby. Don't even think about me. Think about those bastard that stole everything. Think about how good it will feel when we catch those motherfuckers and make them choke on their own blood," Josh mumbled more to himself than anyone, but Tyler overheard and god did it make him angry.

"We'll fucking get them, Josh. They'll regret fucking with us," Tyler promised, stuffing his knife in his belt loop. He grabbed Josh's hand with his free one, squeezing it tight. "Nobody fucks with us and gets away with it."

"That's my boy," Josh smiled, turning to press a short kiss to Tyler's forehead. That's the Tyler he knew. They might've just been knocked on their asses, but they were up again and out for blood.

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They walked for what felt like hours and hours when in reality it had only been like 30 minutes. They walked until Tyler started complaining about his feet and Josh was tired of hearing it.

"What do you want to do, then?" Josh grumbled, stopping in the middle of the street and turning to look at his boyfriend. "Where do you suppose we sit to take a break, Tyler?"

"I don't want to take a fucking break," Tyler argued, getting right up in Josh's face. "I'm going to fucking snap Josh, do not piss me off."

"I'll do whatever I fucking please. I'm sick of listening to you complain when it's your fault we're in this goddamn mess. Just. Shut. Up," Josh spat, clenching his jaw so hard and clenching his fists so tight that Tyler seemed to take the tiniest step back.

"You're an asshole," he muttered, hand resting over his knife habitually. If Josh was going to attack him, he'd be ready.

"God, don't act like you're going to stab me because we both know you wouldn't," Josh rolled his eyes, aware of the weight of the pistol in his hand. What would happen if he were to just...

"We need to fucking stop fighting," Josh said quickly, before he could even finish the thought. "It's tearing us apart. We need to stay strong, need to stay together. Okay?"

"Okay," Tyler agreed, removing his hand from the blade secured to his waist. "I-"

A horn sounded, suddenly, ringing in their ears as bright lights shined in both their faces. Why were they standing in the middle of the fucking road? They're idiots.

"Fuck!" Josh yelled, the first to react as Tyler was caught like a deer in headlights. He picked the brunette up over his good shoulder, swiftly moving out of way and aiming his gun all in one motion.

Tyler seemed to have snapped back to his senses once he heard the first gunshot ripple through the air. He hopped down from Josh's back and started firing as well. "Josh! That's our fucking van!"

"No shit!" Josh yelled, aiming for the people behind the windows. The vehicle would be of no use to them if any of the tires got shot. Josh remembered a little too late that the fucking windows were bullet proof. By the time he realized, the van was nearly past them.

"Tyler! Tyler we have to jump on! Are you ready?"

"What!?" Tyler yelled back. "No way! There's no way!"

"Just fucking trust me!" Josh grumbled, tucking his gun into his jeans. "Aim for the door handle and just fucking jump!"

Tyler wanted to protest, but Josh screamed "now!" and he was left with no choice other than to jump. They leaped onto the car just as it was about to zip past them, the rushing wind roaring in Josh's ears.

"Fuck!" Tyler yelled, his foot slipping off of the little step used to hoist yourself in the van. Josh grabbed his wrist tightly, helping to pull himself up.

Josh watched as the window rolled down and the barrel of a gun appeared right in front of his face. "Shit! Duck!"

He grabbed the barrel of the gun just as it fired, the bullet ricocheting off the side of the van and missing Josh's head by a millimeter. Josh snapped the gun out of whoever's hand was holding it, turning it around and firing into the vehicle without a second thought.

He did all the work while Tyler was holding on for dear life, praying to the God that surely hated them that Josh would be okay. Someone inside the van cursed and slammed on the breaks.

"Fuck! Brendon! Brendon oh my god!" (You know I had to add my other boys.) The driver yelled, quickly bringing the van to a stop in the middle of the road. "Fuck!"

Looking in the side view mirror, Josh could see the guy, Brendon's, head slumped forward as blood poured out of a hole in the side of his head. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself. It was a perfect shot.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" The driver yelled, slamming the car door as he got out.

Josh hopped down, quickly pulling Tyler behind him. Surely this man was stronger than Tyler, there was no way Josh would let him near him again.

Josh had his gun already aimed when the man rounded the corner of the van, yellow street lights illuminating the streets for the whole scene to unfold. His mask was off, the tears streaking down his cheeks weren't hard to see.

"You fucking killed Brendon!" He yelled, his gun aimed right back at the two.

Josh swallowed nervously, one hand holding Tyler's and the other shaking as he held up his wimpy little pistol. No wonder this guy was able to get Tyler so easily, he loomed at least a good half a foot over them.

"Don't kill him," Tyler whispered as the man went on yelling. "Aim for his foot."

Josh nodded slightly, his eyes trained on the man to make sure he didn't notice. In one motion, Josh aimed and fired, hitting the tall man in the center of his foot.

"Fuck!" He screamed, dropping his weapon and holding his foot instead. "God damn you!"

Josh smirked, watching Tyler run at the man and attack him, sending them both skidding across the blacktop. He took the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them in his pocket, carefully watching Tyler.

The latter was in a rage, blindly beating both of his fists against the guy's face like he was nothing but a punching bag. "Josh! Get the rope!"

So, Josh quickly climbed into the back of the van and fumbled around for a few seconds before finding what Tyler wanted. He switched spots with the boy, holding the guy down while Tyler tied him up. Once Tyler finished, he showed Josh his bloody knuckles, gently clenching and unclenching his fists. "Feels good."

"What're you going to do to me?" He croaked, allowing Josh to drag him into the back of the van. Tyler jumped in with him while Josh went to the passenger door. He grabbed Brendon's body, dragging the dead weight around to the back and lifting him into the van.

"Oh god," the man cried, shutting his eyes and looking away. "Please, get him out of here."

Josh slammed the doors shut, started the vehicle, and drove off. He switched between keeping an eye on the road and looking back to watch what Tyler was doing.

And it wasn't (well, was in Josh and Tyler's eyes) pretty. He held the dead man's face directly in front of the other's, ignoring the cried and pleads for him to stop.

"Look at him," Tyler said calmly, and when the guy shut his eyes and shook his head, Tyler slapped him. "Look at him!"

So the man looked, tears flowing freely along with random babbles of "oh my god, oh Brendon, fuck, I'm sorry, oh my god."

"You were going to make Josh feel exactly how you feel right now. You were going to fucking kill me like Josh killed him!" Tyler yelled, shaking the dead man on the final word for emphasis.

"No!" The guy lied. "No I wasn't! I swear! Let me go!"

"You're the fucking reason my boyfriend is hurt. You're the fucking reason why Purge night exists. So people like us can kill off the fucking scum like you," Tyler continued, unaware of how wide Josh was smiling from the front seat. That's his fucking boy right there.

"You're the scum!" He argued back, earning a blow to the side of his head.

"I thought you were all big and tough. What happened to that, huh? What, now that your bitch is dead you've gone soft?" Tyler tsks, throwing Brendon aside as if he were a toy.

"Just kill me."

"That'd be too easy. You want that. You want me to fucking kill you and if I won't, you'll do it yourself," Tyler voiced his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small space. "I've got an idea. Josh, pull over!"

Of course Josh listened to his baby, pulling over to the side of the road. "What's up?"

"Come back here."

Josh brought the keys with him, not wanting another incident to occur. He opened the back of the van and smiled as Tyler hopped out and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "Whatcha up to, baby?"

"This'll be fun," Tyler promised. "Get all of the rope we brought."

Josh nodded, searching through a tiny bin in the back and ignoring the man begging to be let free. He handed Tyler foot after foot of rope, watching in curiosity as he tied Brendon to the back bumper.

"Bring him over here."

Josh grinned. Tyler was such a sadistic bastard and he loved it. He dragged the man out of the van, helping Tyler tie him up by his feet. They left his hands tied together, not wanting to take any chances of him being able to free himself.

"Fuck you! You're going to hell!" The man thrashed, trying to pull himself free but there was no way it would work.

"See you there," Tyler said calmly, kissing his fingertips and pressing them against the man's head. "Lets go, Josh."

They hopped in the front seats together, Tyler not minding the fact that the passenger seat was now stained red. At this point in the night, the two of them were already covered nearly head to toe in their own blood, each other's blood, and other people's blood. A little more wouldn't hurt.

Josh slammed his foot on the gas pedal, tired squealing as they drove away. He looked out the side view mirror, watching the man skid against the blacktop. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, screaming for somebody to help, screaming for it to all end.

Tyler started laughing, slapping his hands against his thighs. "This is great! I love you, Josh."

"I love you too baby, I'm so proud of you. Gimme a kiss."

Tyler leaned over the center console. He grabbed the back of Josh's head and kissed him hard, relishing in those sweet lips and the sweet sound of the screams surrounding them.

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Hi this was long and poorly described but I hope you enjoyed