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Chapter 1: The Proposal
Eric Harris opened his eyes. He felt his own body again, but everything around him was... nothing. Just endless darkness. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust his vision, but there was nothing to see. No walls, no floor, no light. Just emptiness.
"...Dylan?"
Harris's voice echoed strangely, as if he were speaking inside his own mind.
"I'm here…" Dylan Klebold replied, his voice slurred. He was next to Eric, lying on his back in the void, staring at the black "sky."
They both stood up slowly, feeling their own feet, but with no visible floor. It was as if they were floating, but there was still gravity.
The two of them slowy got up, feeling their own feets, but without a visible floor. It was like they were floating, but there were still gravity.
"What the fuck is this?" Eric grumbled, rubbing his temples.
Dylan looked around, confused, trying to make sense of all o this. "Is this hell?"
Eric only let out dry laugh "If it is, it's boring as fuck!"
Them remained stopped there for a while, unsure about what to do. The absence of everything was disturbing, they didn't felt hunger, cold, warmth, only were...
Then, a third voice appeared.
"Look! It's them!"
Eric and Dylan turned sharply. There, in the mid of th darkness, several figures stood. Som had gazes of admiration, others more neutral. The one who spoke before was an asian of cold expression and had a more rigid posture.
"Who the hell are you?" Eric asked, his eyes narrowing.
The asian guy took a step forward.
"Seung-Hui Cho" He said, in a almost mechanic way. "Virginia Tech, 2007."
Another young guy, skinny and pale, with a disheveled hair, smiled weirdly.
"Adam Lanza. Sandy Hook, 2012."
"Tristan Van der Vlis, Netherlands, 2011." Said a blond Dutchman with cold eyes.
"Jeffrey Weise. Red Lake, 2005."
Two guys who looked like Brazilian, took a step forward.
"Guilherme Taucci." Said the first one, smiling.
"Luiz Henrique." The second one added.
"Suzano, Brazil, 2019."
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold looked at eachother. These names didn't mean nothing to them two.
"Okay... and who would you all be exactly?"
"Followers." Tristan said, with a twisted smile. "We inspire in you."
Seung-Hui Cho nodded. "Columbine was... the final spark. It was what showed us the path."
"You're our masters." Weise finished, his eys brightening.
Eric frowned, but a mischievous smile formed on his face.
"Masters, you say? This I can put up with."
Dylan remained silent, uncomfortable. He actually never wanted to be a "leader" of anything.
Before they could continue, a dry laugh rang through the void.
"Tsc."
Everyone looked at a pale young guy with a thin face and neatly combed hair. He crossed his arms, with a look of disdain.
"You all kneel for these two? Pathetic."
"Who is this?" Eric asked, annoyed.
"Elliot Rodger." He said with an air of superiority. "And unlike you, I had a real reason to do wht I have done."
Dylan's eyes narrowed. "And what would this reason be?"
Rodger smiled sarcastically. "I was an Messiah. A chosen one. I fought against injustice and rejection. Against the bitches who loathed me. Against the chads and stacys that took from me what is rightfully mine."
Eric rolled his eyes. "So you was a bitter virgin?"
Rodger's eyes narrowed with fury. "I was a revolutionary! Unlike you all, I was an aristocrat. A man of class. You were only a bunch of rebellious losers!"
"Shut up." Adam Lanza murmured, emotionless.
Elliot Rodger turned to him, frowning.
"What did you said, weirdo?"
"You're just envious." Weise said, with a sneer.
Rodger gritted his teeth. "I don't envy anyone!"
"Then why are you so bothered?" Luiz Henrique teased.
Rodger's fists clenched, the tension increased.
Eric Harris looked around and chuckled.
"This is starting to get interesting."
Before the situation could escalate, a deep and calm voice echoed through the void.
"Enough."
All of them freezed.
A new figure appeared in their midst. A tall man, dressed in a black suit, with pale skin, dark, empty eyes. His face was expressionless, as if he were a statue.
"Who... the hell are you?" Tristan asked.
The man adjusted his tie and smiled slightly. "I am... an force. An observer. But for you, I am the on who gives you a second chance."
"Second chance?" Eric repeated, suspiciously.
"You all have been chosen by myself for a mission that only people like you can fulfill."
"What mission?" Adam Lanza asked coldly.
The man in the suit smiled widely, and he adjusted his suit. "Well, you will return to the world. In 2025. And your mission is to eliminate the current leader of North Korea, Kim Jong-Un and overthrow the Communist regime of North Korea."
The silence was absolute, everyone had a shocked and pale expression in their faces at the man's words.
Then, Eric starts to laugh. "This must be a joke!"
"What do we even gain with this?" Weise asked.
The man just tilted his head slightly. "Whatever you want."
The words hung in the air
Dylan looked at Eric, who was interested now. Elliot Rodger, although still resentful, looked like he was pondering. Adam Lanza remained silent, processing. The others exchanged glances.
The man in th suit waited, patiently, keeping his enigmatic smile while the resurrected exchanged glances. The surrounding void seemed to vibrate slightly, as if reacting to the tension in the air.
Eric crossed his arms, still laughing. "Okay, all of this still looks like the biggest acid trip of my life. But supposing that it's real...
You really want to us to kill a fucking Communist dictator?"
The man nodded. "Yes, Kim Jong-Un is a obstacle. A man who maintains an oppressive regime, isolated from the rest of the world, where the population lives like slaves. You're specialists in chaos and destruction. I'm just offering you a new target."
Dylan frowned "This doesn't make sense. Why us? There's no armies, secret services or even mercenaries tht would do this better than us?"
"Oh, at course there is it. But you..." The man paused, looking at each one of them. "You're special."
Elliot Rodger laughed disdainfully. "Special? We're just a bunch of guys that society discarded."
The man in the suit smiled. "Exactly. And who better to destroy a system than those who have bee rejected by it?"
The resurrected looked at eachother.
Seung-Hui Cho, always shut, finally spoke up. "And what do we gain with this? You told us we could ask whatever we want. This includes... eternal life? Absolute power?"
The man tilted his head, thoughtful. "Eternal life? No. Absolute power? No way. But... a new life, yes. You'll have a chance to rewrite your destinies. In the world of the living, you'll have money, influence, whatever material stuff you wish. But above everything, you're be given a chance of doing something... meaningful."
Eric smiled, tilting his head. "So, you want us to cause mayhem in North Korea, kill the supreme leader and turn that country into a warzone?"
"Basically, yes..." The man replied simply.
Dylan still looked hesitant. "And what if we refuse?"
The man in th suit shrugged. "Then you stay in this void. Forever."
The silence fell ober the group again. The idea of spending the eternity in this dark limbo was terrifying.
"What do you mean by 'forever'?" Weise asked suspiciously.
The man smiled slightly. "Exactly what it looks like. No heaven. No hell. No sensation. No change. Only... the void. Forever."
Rodger crossed his arms, looking to the floor. "This is... cruel."
"And weren't you too? Do you remember what each one of you did? You are no different than this..." The man countered, raising an eyebrow, with a almost mocking smile in his face.
Rodger just swallowed hard.
Adam Lanza, who had been silent until then, raised his head and looked directly at the man in the suit. "...What about the guns?"
Eric chuckled. "Good question, we're not gonna get there empty-handed, right?"
The man in th suit smiled again. "You'll have everything you need. Guns. Explosives. Resources. Contacts. Everything."
"So..." Tristan Van der Vlis said, thoughtful. "If we accept it, you'll give us a new beginning and release us in the world with a mission?"
The man nodded "Exactly."
Once again, the group exchanged glances.
Eric took a deep breath, still smiling. "It sounds dangerous. It sounds suicidal. It sounds..." He chuckled. "Fun... " Then he reached put his hand to the man in the suit. "I'm in."
The man shook his hand. "Excellent."
One by one, the others started to agree. Seung-Hui Cho. Tristan Van der Vlis. Guilherme Taucci. Luiz Henrique. Weise. Adam Lanza, although hesitant, accepted.
Rodger, however, remained stopped, looking at the group. "I still think this a madness."
"What you have to lose anyway?" Weise teased.
Rodger snorted. He looked around the void and sighed, defeated. "...Fine. I'm in."
The man in the suit clapped once.
The void startes to twist. The invisible ground trembled, the darkness broke into beams of light.
"Excellent." He said. "Then, let's begin."
Then everything disappeared...
To be continued...