It was a long night. He only got maybe half an hour of actual sleep, it wasn't even a restful sleep. It was full of nightmares and the screams of the poor girl in the live. All he could see were the males' purple eyes and listen to the raspy voice saying his name.

Lance McClain? Hmm?

When morning came Lance yawned and stretched. He was going to need to stop by Hunks for coffee. If he was going to get through all 6 of his classes, then he was going to have to inject that shit straight into his veins.

He grabbed his laptop and the batterie, still keeping it disconnected, and threw it into his back pack. He pulled on a pair of jeans that were probably still dirty considering how rarely Lance actually did his laundry, and tossed his jacket over his shoulder. He made sure he had his keys as he locked the door and left.

Hunk lived right across the street so it wasn't much of a walk. He didn't need permission to come in, they walked right into his apartment and he did the same to theirs.

Pidge had already beaten Lance there. She held a mug that said '#1 Hacker' on it in bold letters. She was a black coffee type of person but knowing her she only uses coffee to stay up as long as possible. All her best work is done in the middle of the night. Speaking of, it was 4 am when she told Lance about the live, well texted it to him. Lance was out cold by 4.

"Good morning Lance, glad to see your still breathing," Pidge quipped. It was supposed to be funny but Lance was not laughing. He just felt sick again. He didn't give her reply as he sat down on the fluffy mat on the floor Hunk called a carpet. It was not a carpet, it was a flipping bed. At least it felt like one.

Hunk came out of the kitchen and handed Lance a mug that said 'Lover Boy' on it. He didn't pick it out, Hunk did, but he wasn't wrong. Most of the coffee was sugar and creamer. Lance couldn't stand bitter things.

"Hey? Lover boy? You okay dude?" Pidge asked now seeming concerned. Lance took a giant gulp of the coffee before setting it on the table in front of him.

"I didn't sleep well," he tried to convince. He couldn't tell Pidge she was right. She would rub it in his face and Hunk would be mad at him for not listening to him when he said to leave it be.

"Hurry up and I might be able to get my mom to drive us to school," Hunk said as he sipped his own coffee. Lance nodded and downed the rest of his drink.

It was over. Mistakes happen. This 'Red Paladin' wasn't actually going to hunt him down. Its not like he called the cops on the dude, he didn't do anything wrong. So he just needed to get his mind off of the whole situation and he would be okay.

The school day was crazy slow. Despite the coffee, Lance dozed off in half his classes, he also refused to take out his laptop for an essay he was supposed to be working on in Shiro's class but Shiro was a pretty chill teacher. As long as Lance got the assignment done on time then he didn't care. Unless you failed, then in that case he would make you stay after so he could work with you one on one. None of the other professors did that but Shiro had a really big heart.

By Lances last class he had managed to get enough sleep to keep awake. Pidge offered to hang out and drink to get Lances mind off of whatever was bothering him, but Lance had to remind her that they weren't 21 yet. He wasn't sure how, but Pidge manages to get ahold of alcohol so easily. It kind of pissed Lance off. However, it was not the time to drink or get pissed off. He needed to get his essay done before class tomorrow. He went straight home from school. He managed to get the whole, Red Paladin thing out of his head long enough to start focusing again.

He entered his apartment and locked the door behind him. The place was a mess… it was always a mess, but it just didn't seem right, like Lance always put his clothes on the right side of his room. However, they were on the left. Odd but it was probably nothing. Lance was just getting paranoid.

He sat down on his bed and set his laptop on his lap. He grabbed out the batterie and pushed it into the back. He flipped it back over and set the device on his lap then powered it on. Slowly but surly it came on. It was like nothing had ever happened. It was perfectly fine even after running a viruse scan.

He did feel safer to know he didn't have any problems with his computer. He opened up his document and got to work on the assignment. It was about some Shakespeare thing that didn't even make sense. Lucky for him, there was always the modern translations that Lance read instead of the actual book.

Half way through the essay his computer began to run really slow. His essay window kept closing out which was really starting to piss him off.

Fine.

If his computer didn't want him to finish his damn essay then so be it. Considering what happened last night he was not going to use his lap top for porn so… his tiny phone screen would have to do.

Just a quicky anyway. He set his phone up and chose the classic PornTron. He clicked on the live stream section however remembered what the last live stream he was on was like. He quickly dismissed that thought as he pulled off his jeans and clicked on one that looked decently interesting.

It was the same god damn set up as the Red Paladins stream. You pay money and request for things to be done.

All he wanted to do was jerk off without thinking of that horrid murder but no. Everything kept coming back to him.

Forget about it.

He took a deep breath and touched his flaccid dick trying his best to get it up as the girl in the video took it in the ass. Her moans were staged and obviously fake. In Lances opinion amateur porn was better because it was more real. The situations weren't as cringy as a sexy model working on a guys car and accidentally 'scratching' the paint. There for she has to pay with her body or whatever. Her moans were fake as fuck but Lance could get off to it.

Her blood was everywhere.

What if he stayed just a little longer? What if he saw that poor girl get her eyes ripped from her body. What would have been next? Her tongue? Toes? Intestines?

Instantly his hand flew away from his crotch in a desperate attempt to grab his trashcan. He let his lunch spew into the can. It burned his throat and his eyes watered. Once he got it all out he set the can back down onto the floor.

"What the fuck," he whispered as he threw an arm over his teary eyes. He choked back a sob of pure panic. It wasn't fair. What did the girl ever do to deserve that? What did Lance ever do to deserve this?

As he wept for the girl that most likely lost her life that night and for what he may encounter in the future, the phone vibrated. He didn't want to check it at the moment but he was infamous for answering texts almost as soon as he got them.

Private 6:26pm

Damn, I was excited to see you jack off.

What the fuck was this? It was a text from a private number. So he couldn't trust his phone camera either?

Lance quickly put his thumb over the front camera. He looked around for the silver duct tape to cover it up. He stopped as soon as he read the next text.

Private 6:27pm

Uncover your camera, I want to see your pretty face

Your room was messy, didn't really have anything I could sell.

Lance quickly uncovered his camera and growled. He had been inside of his apartment, that's why it felt weird.

"Stay out of my apartment!" Lance shouted in anger. He did not want this murderer inside of the same place he watched his siblings.

He didn't get a response, in fact, he hadn't gotten another notification that night. So all that this psycho wanted was to let him know that he was watching.

Lance wasn't really hungry even after throwing up his only meal that day. He went to his medicine cabinet and took a sip of the cough syrup that always made him sleepy. He needed sleep, he had to get some.

Lance plugged his phone in and laid down. It seemed like he wasn't going to get any sleep at all for a while but the meds kicked in about a half an hour later.