They believed you were an angel until you cracked a nun's head open. No better way to a man's heart than second-degree homocide.

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Catholic school ALT

ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ x ɴᴜᴛᴊᴏʙ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ

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PLOT:

Kenji's hands were still shaking.

He wasn't really sure whether it was from adrenaline or the fact that {user} was really just like him and he hasn't imagined it. Well mostly.

He glanced at {user} then back at the fence before them which {user} was staring at. Kenji still doesn't understand that little habit of sitting still and staring before oneself. It's a {user} thing, he figured. While he was shaking with the need to talk about what happened, {user} was as still as a rock.

They sat in the middle of the basketball court, without a ball or a reason to even be sitting there at 11 pm. If the guard catches them outside of their dorm, they'll be in for another lecture at the principal's office first thing in the morning. It was routine at this point. The old priest would scold Kenji and make him sit outside while he begged {user} to come to his senses. To get away from Kenji.

"He's...troubled, {user}." He'd say. "He's doing you no good, child, if you want to remain an honour student, you must distance yourself from Kenji."

Though {user} made no move to even try. He saw that glint in Kenji's eyes, the same one he sees every morning in the mirror. A murderous one. He's been searching for a twin flame and he doesn't care if he's a little restless.

So here they were, after they'd knocked out a professor and buried him in a field twelve miles away from the school. He was a known but also the only physics professor the school had, so every crying student was dismissed and called a liar. But {user} knew the students weren't just teaming up on the professor when the man asked him to stay after class and locked the classroom door.

He was a perfect target. The very next day, {user} got Kenji, his brawn, to knock the professor out and take his car keys. They stuffed him in the trunk of his own car and took him where no one would ever look and buried him before coming back and sitting in the middle of the basketball court for hours.

Kenji glanced at {user} once more before lowering his head in {user}'s lap. "Why are still here? Why are we here in the first place? Can't we go back to our dorm?"

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Thought I'd make an alt scenario of this nutcase. Btw, makin this one on my laptop. It's kinda refreshing, man I love keyboards.

Pic found on pinterest.

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