I've been watching the Purge show with my little sister and we occasionally just text each other "The Giving is near, the Invisible awaits". I love the purge movies so much, except the Forever Purge, I just didn't like that one.

Requested on my Tumblr.

Title: 12 Hours

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Bakugou's scary lol

Summary: 12 hours when every crime is legal but with a twist- if you kidnap someone, they're yours forever.

"You're sure everything is locked down?" You asked, biting your lip nervously.

Your boyfriend smiled at you, "State of the art system. There's nothing to worry about."

You gave him a smile, but you followed it up with a sigh. You had a lot to worry about. You had gotten a note in the mail, two days before the purge, that read:

Dear (Y/n),

This is a notice that a Level 5 person(s) has been given permission to hold you indefinitely if you are captured during purge hours. We recommend staying inside and taking precautions to protect yourself.

Blessed be our New Founding Fathers,

NFFA Personnel.

Someone had requested permission to kidnap you forever, as long as they captured you on purge night. Who it was, you couldn't even imagine.

Your house's defense system was practically a joke. You didn't have the money to get fancy equipment like everyone else had. That's why your boyfriend, John, had offered to let you stay with him during purge night.

The thought had crossed your mind that John could be the crazy kidnapper, but you knew that he could have you any time he wanted to, so there wasn't any point in kidnapping you.

John had an amazing security system. Not as good as, say, the NFFA members had, but still very good. You felt mostly safe to stay with him, but there was still an ounce of fear that wouldn't go away.

You had looked up what "Level 5" meant and had discovered there were five levels of dangerous people classified for the purge. Level 1 was the lowest and, well, Level 5 was the most dangerous.

You had an extremely dangerous person after you. Who knew what they would do to you after kidnapping you? Maybe they would torture you all year long.

Your boyfriend turned on the TV and, a few moments later, the announcement played.

"This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. All other weapons are restricted.

"Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity 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 7:00 a.m. when the purge concludes.

"Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all."

Even through the metal shutters, you could hear the sirens start. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"We're in for a quiet evening, don't worry," John said, putting a comforting arm around your shoulder, "Should we get the wine out?"

"Yes, please," you said shakily.

Your boyfriend walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of wine and a couple cups. He poured a generous amount of liquid into both cups and handed you one. You drank all of it in one go.

John laughed and refilled your cup, "It's only 12 hours. That's it."

"12 hours is a long time," you muttered, "A lot can happen in half a day."

Ten hours passed uneventfully, the two of you watching the only channel that wasn't showing highlights of the purge from cameras set up around the country or talking about the history of purging.

On the eleventh hour, someone knocked on the door. You froze in your seat, breath hitching in your throat from horror. Your boyfriend stood up, "It's okay, no one can get in. I'll check the front door camera."

He checked the camera and smiled, "See, they moved o-"

The power went out.

A beeping sound filled the house and then the scraping of metal as the shutters began to rise. The security system had been disabled and was reversing itself.

Even in the dim light, you could see that your boyfriend had gone pale, messing with the system frantically to try to reset it.

Finally, he turned to you and said, "Get in the closet. I've got a gun and I'll deal with anyone that comes inside."

You were crying at that point, but you managed to nod. You ran to the closet and hurriedly closed it behind you. You pulled some clothes down from the rack and tried to use them to cover yourself. There was no lock, so you were absolutely toast if anyone looked inside.

You could hear the door open loudly, as though someone had kicked it open. Your ears strained, listening for any hint that your boyfriend would be okay.

A gunshot rang through the house and you hoped it was from your boyfriend's gun and not the intruder's. A loud, husky laugh followed the sound, "Nice try, extra."

You covered your mouth as the sound of an automatic gun's famous ratatata followed. You knew John only had a pistol. No doubt your boyfriend had just died.

"Y/n", I know you're in here," the voice said loudly, almost playfully, "Might as well come out now, so I don't waste time trying to find you."

You had less than an hour left. If you could just stall him until the 12 hours were up, maybe you'd make it out alive.

Your breath hitched again as he came into the bedroom and you closed your eyes.

"Not under the bed. What about the closet?" You could hear the smirk in the intruder's voice.

The closet door flew open and the clothes were pulled off of you. You looked up helplessly at the wild-haired blonde with blood red eyes as he crouched in front of you. He took your wrist in a crushing grip, grinning at you with victory, and hauled you up off the floor.

"C'mon, we only have one hour to get you home. Had to deal with a lot of shit tonight. But I'm sure your boy toy's car will help us out, won't it, baby?"

You hadn't made it the whole 12 hours.

Your life was in his hands.