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Rupnow's pov . . .
The school alarms were ringing loudly, the screams already stopped by now, the students were already locked up on their classrooms waiting for this to end, Samantha was standing in the corridor nervous as fuck, she wasn't finding anyone else and the timing was running out
She kneeled down in the ground and pointed the gun barrel against her temple and she mentally started her countdown “ 3…..2…..1- “
When she pulled the trigger everything seemed to just… dissappear, and strangely reappear, she had closed her eyes shut and her head was hurting like crazy, had she failed to kill herself? When she opened her eyes she blinked a few times when she realized she was in a total different place
— the fuck is this place?.. -
She exclaimed when she saw the surroundings, it seemed like a big ass school.. or rather a prison, both didn't have any difference between eachother..she thought hell would be different not.. normal? She got up from the ground and observed the people entering on the school, some confused like her and some like they were used to it
She started walking towards the entrance, maybe she could find someone who could help her and she saw a familiar man gathering the new “students”, he was holding a clipboard and had a different uniform from the others.. maybe he was a monitor or something like that? But as she approached him to ask what the hell was happening she realized who he was
— is that…. Adam?! -
She had said it maybe a bit too loud, Adam just looked at her and started writing down on his clipboard, he was clearly bothered from explaining the same things to different students..
— yeah, that's my name.. so I guess you probably don't know what's happening.. - he assumed and Samantha just nodded
— of course I don't.. a few seconds ago i just exploded my head off! -
She gestured nervously, as she looked around, she didn't believe in hell and well, this wasn't Usually the normal deception of hell that she normally would imagine if it happened to exist
— so uh, this is the Saint reformatory for criminals.. where usually perpetrators go after they die, just the ones who don't regret anything or just think they don't deserve to rest … basically our little limbo.. I'm on the student council and I administrate the school shooters that arrive..I assume you're one of them -
Adam explained and Samantha nodded and only got more curious, she wondered if pekka or eric were here and if she could meet them..
— so.. who else is in this student council? And.. are there other mass shooters in there?! -
She asked a bit ecstatic and Adam just sighed knowing she'd be one of those…fans, but he didn't blame her, he was also like that when he first arrived and met Cho and all of his idols
— there's me and you already know who I administrate, Eric and Dylan were supposed to administer mass shooters too, but they're always just lazying around..there's also, Rina palenkova, seung-hui.. and some others -
Samantha took some time to register the names and before she could start flooding Adam with a Bunch of questions he interrupted her
— now, it's better if I give you a tour, show your classes, and your dorm.. you can ask any other questions directly to them. -
He said and then he gestured her to go along with the group he was already lecturing before and soon the tour started
Adam showed the reception, the classes, the labs, the library and everything else Adam had also given her a paper showing all of her classes, they didn't seem boring considering that the teachers were.. well, serial killers... this place looked endless.. I mean, she knew this was a limbo, but she was getting tired of walking..
Soon Adam stopped on the dormitories building, and soon all the students looked at the board besides him
— so.. this board shows who are your roommates, if anything goes wrong or you want to change roommates, you can talk to me or cho.. -
He said already feeling overwhelmed by all of the talking he needed to do, Samantha wondered if Adam really liked doing this.. but it's none of her business anyway she approached the board after some time and her eyes scanned over the names
— where is it…oh! Here, Natalie Rupnow and…Alina Afanaskina? Who's that? -
She asked to herself and soon a blonde girl called out for her, she had a thick Russian accent and she seemed quite of friendly
— helloooo new roommate ! You're Natalie right?! You look like a Natalie! -
The girl seemed enthusiastic and Samantha could only smile awkwardly so she nodded and looked away
— yeah but you can call me Samantha.. so, are you also new here? -
She asked and alina giggled dismissing the question like it was a silly one
— ooh I've been here for like.. two years I think.. -
— two years ?! Like.. two whole years?! -
Samantha abruptly asked, a bit shocked, she should've thought about that when she saw Adam.. they have been here for decades and she would too…
— oh yeah.. we're going to be here until we regret everything and stuff..don't worry, the existential crises only last for two days! The homework helps us keep our mind away from those thoughts.. -
Samantha could only stare at alina with a worried face but their conversation had to wait since the bell was ringing again, alina then looked at Samantha and grabbed her hand
— c'mon! We need to go to the cafeteria.. I need to show you to the others! -
Alina said just dragging Samantha along with her and Samantha just let her do so, as they walked her eyes scanned around, she noticed a few people she saw on the news before and some she didn't ever saw before as they got into the cafeteria her eyes landed on the tables, she saw a bunch of cases she had researched about before or at least saw it on tumblr..
But before she could say anything Alina had already brought her to sit down with her friends..
— so guys.. this is Samantha! My new roommate! Samantha, this is Sol, Andrey, Nainai and Vladislav ! -
Some of the names were quite of familiar for her, so she just said a shy “ hi “ and sat down along with alina
— I saw you walking around with Adam.. are you a mass shooter too? -
Nainai asked curiously, the others seemed kinda of busy, sol was staring at eric and andrey and vlad were busy playing on their phones while swearing in Russian
— uhm yeah.. I am. -
She said quite awkwardly, it's kind of strange to say something like that but she'd grow used to it at some point.
— how many did you kill? Like.. I bet you killed more than Alina! - nainai asked eagerly to Samantha
Alina rolled her eyes but didn't complain after all she was also curious — yeah.. how many did you kill? -
— I don't know.. I think maybe three? I was eager to get at least a decent amount.. -
— we could look at the news.. I wonder what people are talking about you! - nainai suggested happily as she took her phone and started diving on tumblr and soon alina would look over her shoulder because she was also dying to know
Samantha just watched them search for any infos with each other and then she looked at sol who finally stopped the staring competition with Eric
— so.. you're that girl who.. killed herself in Colorado? I saw you on the news, the FBI was looking for you.. -
Samantha asked and Sol sighed deeply just looking at Samantha with a tired expression
— yeah I did, I have done all that just so I don't have the courage to talk to him! And it's Vlad's fault! -
She exclaimed and Vladislav looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed
— what did I even do?! I just told you it's hard talking to him because he gets offended with everything..I was just warning you about how narcissistic he is!-
He said and Sol crossed her arms — well it was your fault he was mad, couldn't you shut your mouth about how your bomb went off and his bomb didn't? -
— I was just stating a fact.. besides he even fought with the unabomber himself because of some feedback in his class! -
— well that's true.. but you took off all the courage I used to have to talk to him… -
Samantha just observed the conversation flowing and she looked back at the Table Sol was previously looking at, there sat Eric, Dylan, Adam, Salvador and cho
She felt a bit scared of interacting with them even if she had talked to Adam earlier, she wondered if he'd even be up for a conversation since he already looked fed up from the first moment they met
Alina then looked at Samantha with a big smile and placed a hand on her shoulder as a try to get her attention
— look Sam! People are really.. talking about you, some became your fans, praised you and the antis are just… well, saying the usual stuff.. apparently there's a rumor about you being trans too.. -
Alina said and nainai just kept scrolling looking confused at where did that rumor even started, Samantha looked at her and raised an eyebrow
— that 's.. great? I guess.. I don't get why you're looking so happy.. -
— well it's because people remember you.. in my case I'm not even that well known at the tcc.. - Alina said trying to be optimistic
— yeah, you're lucky.. I'm just known as the guy who took pictures with his victim.. they don't even know my name! - andrey said with a little frown as he kept looking down at his phone
— well.. I guess that's great but I don't want people to make up rumors! -
— you'll get used to it.. just wait until people start writing fanfics about you.. -
— Wait, there're weirdos who write fanfics about us? I know about dylric stuff but.. there's fanfics about it?! -
Samantha asked and alina and nainai sighed looking at each other with knowing looks, they proceeded to spend the rest of the break explaining everything they got to know during the time they spent searching for things about them online in the time they spent there
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Later on the group had to separate since both have different classes, Samantha thought it was kind of funny how they were Practically segregated by their crimes, there were the suicidals, the killers, the mass killers and a bunch of others, thankfully Samantha could stick up with alina and Vladislav on their class
When they arrived Samantha's eyes landed on the teacher, it was Charles Whitman and he seemed.. well… disturbed, too disturbed for a professor, he was supposed to be the history teacher but all he taught them was about war and discipline.. she wasn't really paying attention to the class
She was looking outside the window staring blankly at it, she wondered how she even managed to get there, at some hours ago she was just another mass killer and now she was just attending class like it was super normal, but at least she didn't hate it there, there were people who talked to her and weren't that much different…
She was kind of distracted until she heard someone whispering her name just the Table behind her, alina and Samantha looked and there was pekka and jeff weise looking at them with curiosity
— So new girl.. how many did you get? -
Pekka asked and jeff just wanted for the answer wondering if she'd even manage to get more than the both of them
—.. only two apparently.. - Samantha said quite of disappointed with the results
— ah.. well, who knows if at least you don't influence anyone else into doing their shooting? I was quite flattered when they told me you were a fan of mine! - Pekka said very proud of himself despite the lack of kills of the girl
— yet he was scared you'd get more kills than him after the matti incident.. - Jeff added and giggled softly before Pekka punched his arm lightly
— but don't be ashamed! Even though If I were you I'd probably just hide in my dorm forever…you did better than the people who got only one. -
He said and alina glared at him which made him get a bit nervous, so he looked away and smirked awkwardly
— AHEM….anyways! Get the attention back to the black board before the teacher gets mad at us.. -
— you mean before Alina gets mad at you.. -
— c'mon man shut up! -
Samantha giggled at the little interaction, she was happy that she got to interact with pekka.. maybe they could even be friends after this? If she knew killing herself would be this good she should've done it earlier…was this something even proper to think?
The rest of the class was boring, except for the part where Eric complained with the professor about the army and how they started a whole fight mid class because Salvador made fun of Eric not getting in the army and that it was probably because he was too short.. It was a funny thing to see them interact like that
As the rest of the day went on she could observe those interactions, a bunch of them loved to compete with each other, joke around, and even ask some questions about their lives, her and alina really hit off they both liked to observe those and giggle thinking about how they acted
Samantha was really liking the place, Randy stair even had come up to her to do a little interview for the school's blog and journal since he was the head master of it.. she was also looking forward to participate in a club, it was Practically the first time on her “life” that she was actually enjoying activities and school itself, this was awesome
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Now after school Samantha was finally on her dorm with a big smile on her face meanwhile she searched for fanarts on tumblr on Alina's notebook meanwhile alina was trying to figure out how to do manson's homework..
— so.. what do you guys do around here when you're not in class? -
— sometimes there's parties in the dorms, and every year we do prom stuff…we also hang out in the library too! -
— parties? Wow.. I forget that this isn't a regular school.. we were being lectured by a bunch of serial killers just some hours ago.. -
— you'll get used to it, this place is really fun when you get used to the weird stuff… -
— I thought this was supposed to be hell.. not a fun place.. -
— Well, it's not exactly hell, but it's not exactly heaven either. This place just prevents us from regretting everything and getting the final rest.. and also punishes us with this infernal homework.. -
— but this isn't a normal school.. can't we just… ignore homework? -
— if we don't, they take away our privileges..why do you think the teachers follow the rules even though they're criminals? They get a lot of stuff… -
— huh so that explains a lot of things…I should really get back into doing my homework right now..
— c'mon.. I'll help you out, or try to.. I don't understand shit about this whole “ racial war “ thing ! -
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At night when they were already both in bed Samantha was looking up at the ceiling, she wondered if she'd feel bad after some days.. this was weird.. almost like going to faculty, Away from her family and friends..but she had better people there, like, actual people that she liked! And they were just like her in some aspects! And most importantly her idols were there..
She was anxious to see what would happen next and what kind of interaction she'd see happen.. and she prayed deep down that no one would take inspiration from her as Pekka said, maybe they'd be a bunch of weirdos or just nice girls like Alina..