Leaning against my locker, I let my head rest back against the cool metal, Friday night school was bad enough without the teacher letting kids make fun of you the entire time, this whole town was just full of assholes... I can't wait till I can get out of here. Opening my locker to get my bag, I noticed a folded piece of paper fall to the floor, glancing around, I picked it up figuring someone was just trying to give me crap again. Unfolding it, I noticed instantly something wasn't right, it was a typed letter, not one that I could figure out who it was from by their handwriting, glancing around again, I hesitantly read over the letter.

Listen. I will only tell you this once. Stop talking to Arthur. He'smine, and if I can't have him, no one can. There are three rules. 1) If you ignore this warning, and keep talking to him, I'll have no choice but to kill him. It's not something I want to do, but at that point, you'll have forced me to. 2) If you take this to the authorities, or tell anyone about this, I will kill not only Arthur, but the rest of your friends as well. 3) In order to be sure you don't have people give messages to him, the first rule applies if you talk to any mutual friends that you two may share.

If you don't believe that I will know if you break any of these rules, go by the creek, where Arthur found you when you tried to over dose. The proof will be waiting for you. Their lives are in your hands Ludwig, how much do you really care?

Staring at the letter in my hands shocked, I re-read it once, twice, and even a third time, hardly able to believe that this was happening, them threatening my life is one thing, but, Arthur and the others lives... Closing my eyes, I put the letter in my bag, then pulled it off the hook, needing to see this proof with my own eyes before I did anything, or figured out what to do about this. Sliding my bag over my shoulder, I kicked my locker closed, glancing around the empty hallway, suddenly feeling like I wasn't actually alone.

They're using fear to control you! They're not going to know if you tell! This is beyond anything you could ever manage!

I can't take the risk... In the end, they've always been there for me, and, if being alone means protecting them, it's something I'm willing to do, at least until I find out who this bastard is. Walking out of the school, I made my way through the path in the woods, reaching the creek within minutes, glancing around, there was a file folder laying almost in the dead center of the flat rock. Hesitantly picking up the folder, there was a note taped to the front.

Everyday after school a folder will be waiting right here for you. If there is ever a red X on the front. You've broken a rule.

Opening the folder, I was shocked to find it was filled with pictures, starting from the day I stayed the night with Arthur and Alfred. This couldn't have been a one man job... Not only was there pictures in here following Arthur around, but, also following me. Flipping through the pictures, I found some of just the other day, my face got hot, if Alfred hadn't of knocked on the door... Oh Gott... Looking at the pictures in the front of the folder, there were even pictures from when I found the letter, shaking my head, I closed the folder, heading out of the woods, needed to head back.

Look at this, you could be the cause of death for more people.

No. Cause I'll follow the rules...

What are you going to do if you see them being beat up...? To walk away from that, would tear you up, and they'll be hurt.

I stopped quickly, then went back to the creek, kneeling down on the rock, the pulled my bag off my shoulder, pulling out a piece of paper, writing that question quickly, then set it down, putting a rock on it to hold it there. If they've been watching me, there was no way they wouldn't find this. Leaving again, I quickly walked the two blocks back to uncle Roderich's house, of course, both of them were still at work, but someone had taped a piece of paper to the door. Tearing it down, I sighed, where, there goes that idea, but I guess it was a good thing...

The attacks will completely stop.

Shoving the note in my pocket, I unlocked the door then headed to my room, putting my bag on the floor, I glanced around my room, opening the folder again, I searched through it till I found pictures from my room. It had the window and my bed it in, only catching the corner of the desk... Turning toward my door, I looked up at the vent, ah, found the fucker. Grabbing my desk chair, I pulled it over to the vent, climbing up, I slid the grate cover off, finding a small webcam there. A cord was leading further back into the vent, pulling on it, the thing wasn't connected to anything, or at least it didn't seem to be. Turning the camera to the side, I started pulling the cord out of the vent.

What are you doing?

It never said anywhere in the rules that I couldn't find out who they were. As the end of the cord came up, a pack was there with cord plugs, so that's how you get the video feed, keeping the pack where it was, I turned the camera all the way around, so it was facing the inside of the vent. Replacing the grate, I moved my chair back to my desk, then quickly went around the rest of the house, making sure there were no other cameras, the only other two I found, I pulled the pack to where they wouldn't be able to get them, and turned the cameras, thankfully, they were only in the halls though. I would still have to be careful, just in case they had more somewhere I couldn't get to.

Walking into school the next week, after having avoided numerous calls from the others, I wasn't surprised to find a letter taped to my locker, sighing, I looked around, tearing it off, I read it glancing around often.

Just because the camera's in your house are gone doesn't mean I won't know. I'll let you have that privacy, but I can still hear what you're saying!

Crumbling it up, I tossed it into the trash then opened my locker, putting up my bag, I grabbed a letter I had written to Feliciano and Kiku, saying I was going to have to quit the newspaper for the time being. Walking to the newspaper room, I slid it into the letter slot, turning when I heard them coming down the hall, I hurried away, if they saw me, it would be really difficult to get away.

Running my hand through my hair as I walked back to the creek after school, I shook my head, this was hell... When I wouldn't sit with them at lunch, I saw them keep giving me worried looks, and Arthur was crying, they probably thought I was gonna try and kill myself again... Picking the folder up, I was relieved to see there was no red X across it, but a note instead.

You're doing good. Just keep this up, and sooner or later, they'll forget all about you.

Putting the folder in my bag, I didn't even bother looking at them, all it would show would be the weekend, when I kept ignoring everyone, not something I was really interested in seeing.

You're so fucking pathetic, you can't even go a few days without him, I think this will do you some good! Make you see how wrong being a fag is!

Walking back to Roderich's, I was surprised to see Elizaveta's car in the driveway already, going inside, she glanced over from the living room, then stood and walked over to me.

"I've been waiting for you... Ludwig, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately... You wouldn't talk to your friends all weekend, and now Arthur came into my office today, saying you still won't talk to them, and that you even quit the Newspaper club. You loved that club!" I sighed, then looked away from her worried gaze, I should have seen this coming, maybe I shouldn't have told Arthur Veta was my aunt..

"I can't talk about it..." She gave me a stern look, putting her hands on her hips angrily, looking away, I wondered if I could possibly talk to Antonio for help... I haven't seen any pictures of my therapy sessions, but, they could be trying to lull me into a fake sense of safety there...

"Look, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me about things that are bothering you... I'll never judge you..." I shook my head, then glanced around the front hall, wondering if there was anything to record sound around here.

"I'm serious, I can't talk about it. I want to, but if I do..." She sighed, crossing her arms now, there was no way she could ever understand, I think the only one I could ever dare tell this to was Antonio, and that, was still a risk...

Author's Note:

Just one problem after another for poor Luddy, and it's not over yet. Is it bad I feel horrible for having all this stuff happen to him? e_e Well, sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to make the next one longer. Let me know what you think~! Please!