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So a group of friends and I had just gotten back from LA. We took the train all the way to the last stop, Rancho Mirage. Once there, it was time to get to class. We went into this really large house where there must have been four floors and a basement. On the last floor was our classes. Most of us went to our Photoshop class, and only one of my friends, Conner in the dream, had a math class.
During the photoshop class, the teacher went beserk. He started killing my classmates. I didn't know why. I didn't think he had any real reason. Apparently, he developed this lethal weapon that would course through his blood and not harm him, but if there was even a pin prick on his finger and he touched someone, it would kill all the cells that he touched on the person.
Another teacher who had heard the commotion came barging into the classroom, a shotgun in hand. He saw what was happening and started shooting at the teacher, not knowing of the weapon that circulated his veins. A bullet hit a pipe somewhere and water started flooding into the room. Blood splattered everywhere, and students were dying. There were only four students left, including me. The other teacher was still alive, but as soon as he got close enough to the killer, he handed me his shotgun and lunged for the guy. But he still hadn't known about the deadly blood.
The teacher then turned towards me. I shot him once in the neck. I aimed again for the neck, shot him another time. He still came towards me. So I shot him again. Four shots, and he still came for me. Finally, he got a hold of my shoulder, I tried to break free, afraid of death. But it didn't come; the blood did nothing to me. I was immune. I tried to distract the killer to get my friends out of the classroom before they left this earth forever, but they stayed not wanting to leave me. Suddenly, the other teacher arose. He was still alive. He got hold of the killer and flung him over a stairwell in the classroom. We heard a snap. He was gone.
Relieved and not knowing what to do, we filed out of the classroom, tired and still shaking. Conner came out of his classroom and found us all badly shaken. I looked into his face, empty of question but full of self-disappointment.
"What did you do?" I asked him. He took a paper out of his backpack. It was his class schedule.
"See?" He said, pointing at third period, "I took math instead of photoshop because I'd already taken a class before. I would have taken it again to be with you guys, but he bribed me not to. He said if I would help him, he could help me get a photoshop program which is too expensive for me to buy. I'm really sorry."
Somehow, his apology was enough.
Just then, the killer walked out of the classroom, Michael Myers-style. The other students freaked and ran in different directions. Sorry for what he had done, Conner grabbed my arm and lead me in another direction. I trusted that he knew a safe place. But at every turn, the killer was waiting. We hid in many rooms, behind walls and in corners. Somehow he knew where to find us. The only thing we could hope to do was to get out of the house. But the only thing there was left to do was to fight him. I didn't want to face that because Conner would have wanted to give his life for me. And true to all thought, waiting at one of the floor landings was the killer. And Conner lunged for him. There was a long struggle, but in the end Conner and the killer lay at the floor of the basement, having thrown themselves over the stairwell.
I was petrified for a moment. It took a while for the shock to trickle out of my body and the tears to well up in my eyes. But finally I was able to move and I found the front door and left. Once outside, I looked behind me at the large house. It was a beautiful place, but inside it was hell.
I found a cab waiting outside another house. Someone was leaving, their bags were being packed into the cab. Out of deperation to get far away from the horrible house, I asked to share the cab. I was so relieved, I just got in and sat quietly by myself, silent tears running down my cheeks and a large knot filling up my throat.
After everything was all settled in, we left the street, passing stoplight after stoplight. We finally stopped at the town fair. I decided it was far enough a place, and that the company of the whole town would be enough to settle my heart ache and pain.
I found a dressing tent and went inside, hoping to find some friends who I knew were to perform in the town play. Inside, not only did I find my friends, but also the company of constant chatter. It was enough to set a small smile on my face, enough to forget what had happened was real. Enough so that I was led to believe that it didn't really happen, that it was just a really good horror movie I had watched not an hour before coming here.
Fear started to numb me once again when I saw a woman pass me by with a large syringe in her hand. It was so out of place for me. It didn't make any sense for anybody to walk around with that large a syringe in her hand. I knew I had to get away. I found the exit and once outside, I was horribly dismayed. More women were walking around with syringes in their hands.
Run, I thought to myself. Run.
People started to run with me. They were speaking to me, telling me that it was OK. It was just town procedure. But I knew better. Some of those running with me had needles in their hand. At the sight I them, I changed course. I didn't want to be here.
As I ran, I looked over my shoulders. Bystanders were being rammed into the floor, needles stuck into them. Screams erupted everywhere. It was mass hysteria. To my left was one of my friends. She was in the tent with me, getting ready for the play. We looked at each other, and she fell. I loked back. A nurse was on top of her, a syringe in her hand.
Suddenly, I realized that I had no idea where I was going. I was so mixed in the chaos, I hadn't known to where I was running. I stopped to get a hold of my bearings. And right in front of me was the house. The so dreaded house. Then I saw Conner crawling up from the basement. I called out his name. I was so happy to see him again, to even see him alive and walking around.
"Conner!" I called for him. But he didn't hear me. I followed him, continuing to call out for him. I hadn't realized that he led me back into the house.
Once inside, I figured out where I was. But I didn't care. I just wanted to be with Conner again. Finally, he turned around at the sound of his name. We locked eyes and embraced in a kiss of longing. Then he told me everything he knew.
He told me that Ronnie had been getting mysterious calls from a stranger. The stranger threatened my life, and that if Ronnie were to inform the police of anything, that would be his life, along with mine. Not believing the calls, Ronnie called the police. What he didn't know was that the stranger was able to redirect the phone call to the police to his phone instead. He was the one to answer Ronnie's complaint, he was the one to log in all the necessary information there was to find out where I lived and went to school. He found Ronnie and killed him. He then became employed as a school teacher, specializing in computers.
It was all too easy for him, apparently. So he devised another plan, not to just kill me, but to kill everyone in the town. He planned this carefulling, waiting for the town festival so that he could appropriately gather everyone together.
Conner also told me about the pipes. The killer knew the pipes in the town were all connected, and was able to use them as a means to get from one place to another in a timely matter. It all started to make sense. He was efficient. And was also skilled in manipulating and brainwashing people. That's how Conner got tied into it. He didn't know that the new Photoshop teacher had any murderous intent. He knew only that the teacher wanted to help him get a program that he very much wanted. But I didn't blame Conner. He didn't know. Probably anybody would have done the same thing, under such manipulation.
And then Conner began to tell me of the killer's ultimate plan - But suddenly, a voice was heard over the entire town. It was the killer's. In a very warm and inviting voice, he told the entire town that he was going to kill us. He gave us directions on how to go about in finishing the plan by ourselves. We were to file into the school house, and in each desk would be a bomb. Every person must grab a bomb and strap it onto themselves. And wait.
I looked at Conner in fear. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and we headed towards a hidden staircase. We climbed up using the banisters, and meanwhile the killer's voice droned on. He was counting. Conner looked down at me and we locked eyes.
And then I woke up.
