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Disclaimer: Angelica does not own the Hardys. She tried to purchase them on ebay but they were not for sale. So then she cried and was only reconciled with the thought that she could control them through fanfiction.

"Frank? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Joe asked in exasperation when his brother didn't answer him after five minutes of attempting to get his attention.

"What'd you say?" Frank asked, looking up and blinking at his brother. Joe rolled his eyes, and started to respond, when he decided that it wouldn't be worth it to repeat himself.

"Never mind," Joe muttered, turning back to Vanessa who was sitting on his other side. Frank shrugged absently and returned to drumming his fingers against the pseudo wood surface of the cafeteria table. He didn't even notice when Joe and Callie got in a fight even though the two of them were sitting on either side of him.

Joe glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye as he continued to argue with Callie. Joe found it to be extremely out of character for his brother not to be yelling at Callie and him to stop fighting. Not that Joe was complaining, he had no desire to be lectured, but still…

Frank shook himself from his thoughts when the bell rang. Noticing that Joe looked like he wanted to question him more, Frank grabbed his books and threw out his less then half eaten lunch fleeing the cafeteria before Joe had a chance to question his odd behavior anymore then he already had.

Joe looked after his fleeing brother, and shook his head, looking puzzled. He shrugged off the feeling of unease that was rapidly settling in his gut and grabbed his books off the table. Turning his attention back toward Vanessa who was recounting some story about her, Frank's and Phil's Advanced Computer Knowledge teacher.

Joe tuned her out after it occurred to him that he had already heard the story from Frank earlier in the week. Joe fought back a growing urge to roll his eyes, those three were always raving about that teacher. On a personal level Joe found computers to be boring, and frankly he hated them. They never seemed to cooperate with him, and the only feelings he felt toward the devices had manifested themselves in the form of a growing need to take a sledgehammer to his own computer, which never actually did what he wanted it to. It definitely hated him. Regardless of what Frank and Vanessa said to the contrary. To quote one of them Joe couldn't recall which "The machine is not flawed ninety-nine point nine six five three percent of the time mistakes are brought on by user error."

But Joe was disinclined to believe his brother and girlfriend, he was pretty sure that teacher of theirs taught them to say that, it was probably in the syllabus.

Frank headed to his human geography class in a state of confusion. He couldn't seem to focus on anything relating to his school work something kept nagging at the back of his head.

He felt like he knew something more about the notes, almost like he knew who was writing them, there was a familiar quality in them. He hadn't picked up on it at first but now, after calming down, he could analyze the notes logically. And having done so he had picked up on an air of familiarity in the text of the letters. He couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was about the messages that stuck out to him, but he knew it was there. Frank was positive that the key to figuring out who was writing the notes was right in front of him, he could practically see the answer…

Joe slumped down in his seat as his teacher blathered on about something Joe found to be utterly nonsensical. He was currently in Algebra which happened to be one of his least favorite classes. No matter what his teacher told him he would not concede to its uses. He knew how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. What more did he really need?

Unless he planned to become a high school math teacher after he graduated there was really no point in forcing him to sit through the class. His teacher was currently talking about simplifying radicals. But they really didn't look simpler to Joe, take for example two over the fifth root of two squared, his teacher said that you had to multiply the equation by a multiple of the fifth root, making the entire problem simplify to the fifth root of two to the third; which really didn't seem much simpler.

But whatever. Joe was cursed to sit slumped in his seat staring with his eyes glazed over out the window as he considered all the infinitely more exciting things he could be doing at that moment rather then sitting in a desk listening to an explanation that never seemed to make any sense at all.

Frank headed to his locker as he exited the gymnasium of Bayport High intending to grab his notes for the computer program he was currently designing and head to his next class. In fact he was so intent on considering the possible impacts his project had the potential to launch that he had forgotten all about the notes; which is why he was not paying complete attention to his surroundings when a hand reached out from the utility closet and pulled him in. Frank was slammed against the painted cinderblock wall of the closet with an arm pressed against his throat.

"Hello, Frank." A voice growled softly. Frank squinted slightly trying to make out the person in front of him but it was pitch black in the small room. Frank twisted and tried to pull the arm away. The man chuckled lightly at his attempts and pressed harder. "Listen to me, very, very, carefully, Mr. Hardy. You've not been taking the warnings seriously, this is no joke. You must do as it has been ordered. There is no other way." The man said slipping a letter into Frank's pocket. Frank shuddered as the man touched him.

"I'll be back for you, Frank, remember we're watching, and we know every single move you make." With that said, the man grabbed Frank by his hair, with his free hand and slammed his skull into the cinderblock wall.

Frank saw stars and the world slid out of focus as the arm released him and he collapsed to the ground falling mercifully into unconsciousness. The man slipped out of the closet and into the hallway. The bell had already rung and his path was clear of wayward students. Chuckling to himself he locked the door to the closet and headed away. He had completed his task for now, Hardy had been warned, and the games had officially begun.

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