It was a rough night, Neo got no sleep whatsoever, the essay looming over his head forcing him to work throughout the night. It was hard trying to think up enough random assessments for Robinson Crusoe, but he got enough in, with time to spare. He dashed off to the bus stop off to the university, in plenty of time to print the essay off at the library, get to the English class and hand it in. He entered the classroom, there was no one else there, save for the professor.
"Hey Prof," Neo said, handing over the essay, "It's not going to that good, I killed myself writing it last night."
"Well I've got some good news then, I pushed the due date of the essay back to Thursday," the Professor answered, never looking up from her paperwork.
"Oh, well that's great," Neo replied, happy for the extension, but unhappy with the now needless sacrifice he made of his sleep cycle.
"Bad news is," the professor looked up, "you won't be around to hand it in." At this point Neo realized it wasn't the old professor who was so understanding with deadlines, but the killer themselves, who only understood making things dead.
"Oh for fucks sake," Neo sighed. "I should have just not bothered."
"Yes a little education is a deadly thing," the Killer said, pulling an Uzi out of their briefcase. "Looks like your mark is in, and you're getting a D, for dead."
"Oh that's such a lame-" Neo's complaint was cut off but the 30 or so bullets that pierced his body. He slumped to the floor, no longer needing to worry about coursework.