It was late, Lance had the window open due to the summer heat of the day burning him up. At the moment it was pretty nice out. A good breeze blew in along with the smell of the season.

Lance sat with his legs crossed over each other on his unmade bed. His laptop sat crooked on his knee as he typed in a sequence of numbers and letters. Pidge had told him he was going to get himself into some trouble by doing this but she gave him the code anyway.

A few days prior Pidge had texted him about a weird thing she ran into on the dark web and her curious mind needed to figure it out. Little did she know what she was getting into. It turns out it was some kind of live stream. She didn't stay long enough due to the dark web stories she, Hunk and Lance had heard of while listening to scary stories on YouTube.

Lance was no sissy and in a brave moment of idiocy he asked for the code and instructions of how to get to that live stream. Wasn't he smart?

Pidge refused for a few days but she got annoyed and gave in. Lance sometimes took pride in being annoying. However, at the moment he was scared. He dug himself a grave.

"You just had to pretend to be a brave fuck didn't you Lance?" he spoke to the darkness in his room. He looked to the code on his phone and typed the last letter. "E" right before he could press enter his phone buzzed.

Pidge 3:04am

Idiot.

Seriously though, be carful

Lance set the phone down on the bed and pressed enter after taking a deep breath and silently prying to god this was just a normal live stream you would watch on Instagram or .

The screen was dark, and it stayed dark, for a long time. After two minutes Lance tried to exit but the X button wasn't there. He then pressed esc key on the keyboard and still nothing.

He let out a groan and slammed his fist onto the mouse pad. He remembered the infamous ctrl alt delete thingy. However, that didn't work either. Just as Lance was going to shut his laptop and get some shut eye, the screen faded to a grey room. It was empty except for a chair. It looked like a basement of some sort considering the concrete floor and the dim light that hung over head. There were a few stains on the floor that could have easily been mistaken as oil or something alike. But remembering what this was made Lance think otherwise.

Below the screen was a text box. It was simple in design. It kind of looked like the text box on Minecraft that lance wasted hours on end with building stupid things and moding the ever living hell out of it.

X.X. has joined the stream

RED_KILLER has joined the stream

Footlover has joined the stream

More and more people joined. It was almost like the chat box was being spammed. How many people were going to join?! Did he have some weird nick name? no. Pidge had said he should be invisible to them, he wasn't to interact.

X.X. : Who has the red paladin brought for us today_

RavIshInG_G: hope its not some fat ass_

Footlover: as long as their feet are cute, I don't care_

Wallz is typing...

Lance read the comments out of curiosity. What the fuck were they talking about? He reached down under his bed and grabbed a bag of chips from his secret stash that he had to hide from his siblings whenever he babysat them after school.

Lance went to collage but he was always the one picking up his siblings from school and keeping an eye on them until his mom picked them up from his apartment to go home.

He opened the bag and munched on them for a few minutes out of boredom. Nothing was really happening at the moment. Once again, he had the desire to lay down and sleep. Just before he gave up on the stream, there was movement on the screen.

It was a man from what Lance could tell. He looked young and was very thin yet muscular. He wore a black t-shirt and skinny jeans with black boots. His face was covered by a bandana and his hands were covered by perfectly fitting leather gloves. The man had a mullet and quite oddly pulled it off, it was tied up at the moment but Lance could still tell it was a mullet. He was actually kind of pretty. His eyes were purple but it fit well with his black hair that looked hella soft.

He didn't speak to the camera as he entered the view. He grabbed out some rope that was hanging from the wall out of view and then came back into the shot. He knelt down by the chair and tied it to it, leaving a large amount free. Once he was done he stood up, dusting off his knees, and walked out of the shot one again.

X.X. : the suspense is killing me_

angel is typing...

lance was curious as to why he just tied rope to the chair. As soon as the man came back it all made sence. Lance clasped a hand over his mouth in disgust.

WillIsDeAd: she is hot_

footlover: fuck her face, let me see those feet_

X.X. is typing...

On Lances screen was a girl with her hands tied behind her back. There was a gag in her mouth and her long hair was wrapped up between his leather gloved hand. She struggled desperately against him but she was so thin, there was no way.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat and did his best to keep watching to somehow save her. Like if he looked away she would die instantly, the sad truth was no matter if he looked or not he couldn't help her. What was he supposed to do? Inform the police he was being stupid and was messing around on the dark web? What if they thought he was some kind of druggie and that was how he knew how to access the dark web? Besides the location was unknown.

Muffled screams came from the young girl. She had to be somewhere around the age of 20, even if. The male tied her to the chair almost like he had done this a million times before. That was a scary thought.

Footlover: Red Paladin, $15 to show her feet_

There was a ding heard in the video and the male who was referred to as the Red Paladin glanced to the camera. He nodded and roughly grabbed the girls' ankle as she tried to kick at him. Tears streamed down her face leaving her makeup smeared. He ripped the flipflop on her dainty foot right off and showed it to the camera. She violently rocked her body to get free only to almost knock herself over. As the red paladin tried to catch her, she kicked him in the face.

Angel: oh shit, that's a first_

X.X. : I have a feeling this is going to be a fun stream_

EDGELORD is typing...

Lance felt so bad for her. God, he wanted to help her so bad. he had never felt so helpless in his life.

Once the red paladin recovered from the kick he seemed pissed at first. He took a visible breath and walked to the same place where he had gotten the rope. He was back quickly and grabbed her ankle once again. Showing her foot to the cam, he pulled out a small knife just like when dissecting frogs in science class. A scalpel as Lance recalled.

He raised it to the ball of her foot and pushed the tip of the blade into her flesh. She let out a screech and tried to pull her foot away from him. He slid the blade down along the arch of her foot and all the way around the heel. Blood gushed all over his hands and onto the floor.

Lance was going to throw up. His chips flipped in his stomach and his head was dizzy. He was woozy, however he couldn't close out the window and he did not want to wake up with an actual crime scene on his computer screen.

SKY: $20 gouge out those pretty eyes_

Lance couldn't do this anymore. In the text box he began to type.

SharpShooter is typing...

So it used his computer nickname.

SharpShooter: What the actual fuck is wrong with you sick fucks?!_

babyPOP: you aren't supposed to be here_

Tazer: who is that?_

X.X. : does the red paladin have his next target?_

Footlover: I think so_

LUTTY: lance is it?_

Lance felt sick, what did he just do? He just had to try and play hero, didn't he? They knew his name, that meant they probably hacked his computer. God they probably knew where he lived now. Shit shit shit.

The male on the video screen approached the camera as if he was trying to see what the commotion was. It was like his purple eyes were staring right at him, however he was the type of person who always put a piece of tape over his camera. He swore that no FBI agents were going to watch him as he jerked off to porn or something of the sort.

"Lance McClain? Hmm?" the male spoke. He was defiantly young. And Lance was defiantly a dead man.

REDPALADIN: Y ̜̗͚̟̖ͨ͒̌̒̌͂ O ̼̯͕̜̼̺̙ͭ͑͐ U ̓ͧ̍̅ͮ ́ ͉ ' ̷̮͇̱͔ͦ̅̓ R ͚̟̱̦͝ E ̄ ͇̪̬ ̉ ͯ ̃ ̱̳̎̆ͪ͒͟ N ̬͕̯̺ͦ͞ E ̖̐̂̎̎ X ̏ ̯̤͓̜̱̰ͫ̑̎͒͝ T ̍ͮ ! ͚̮̹̫̲͖ͪ̈́͝

At that point Lance shut his laptop and removed the battery from the back in hopes to prevent his things getting hacked.

He rolled up his bag of chips and put it back in its hiding place then stood up to shut and lock the window. He checked his doors as well. It didn't look like Lance was going to be able to sleep tonight.