Deep web

*Ring

The sound of the alarm ringing filled the room.

With a groan, I tried getting up, but I wasn't able to. I only managed to get up for a split second before falling back onto my bed.

*Slap

I had school, so I slapped myself awake and barely stood up.

After I had stood up, I wobbled my way to the washroom, where I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Luckily, I had short hair. So, I didn't have to style it.

Once I freshened up a little, I felt brand new. Like magic, my tiredness disappeared.

I changed out of my Panama's into black cargo pants and a beige hoodie.

I had time to spare since it was only 7:15; school started at 8:40.

So, having over an hour to chill, I walked to the living room with my laptop in hand and surfed the web.

More specifically, the dark web.

Since my stream, I've seen a couple of posts. Some were highlights, others were just posts in the form of tweets.

Right now, I was looking for someone who could create a bank account for me. One that wouldn't be able to get tracked and under a different name.

After all, I couldn't link my actual bank account in the stream.

I had already made a PayPal. Now I just needed to get a bank card to transfer the PayPal money to.

About fifteen minutes in, I found a person with excellent reviews. However, I decided to ask my comp teacher. 'Maybe he has someone. Wouldn't hurt to ask.'

I closed the tabs and made sure I got off the dark web.

Once everything was good, I opened a streaming app and watched an episode of an anime about ninjas. I only had time to watch one episode, so after it was done, I packed my laptop in my bag and headed to school.

Shortly after leaving home, I arrived at school.

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* ring

The bell rang, and everyone made their way to either lunch or third period.

Once I got to the class, I walked into the lecture room and sat in one of many chairs. I put my things down. I took out my laptop.

When the teacher was done explaining things, many people got up and left. I stayed behind.

My friends were curious why I stayed behind all the time. So I explained.

"I wanna do computer shit when I graduate. So I'm asking him about coding tips."

They quickly accepted my excuse and didn't pay it any mind.

I walked towards the teacher with my laptop in hand. "Hey, Damian, what's-" before the man could finish, I put my laptop down and clapped my hands twice, putting him under my hypnosis.

"Show me how to go on the deep web."

I watched him load up his VPN and close all previous tabs. He then loaded up a black screen. The black screen had something in the middle where he could input a password. The hypnotized man typed a long password in and clicked enter.

The room was silent. With wide eyes, I saw the first thing that popped up. A blank site with pages and pages of links popped up.

"Click on one."

He was under my hypnosis. He wouldn't be able to say no even if he wanted to. However, it would've been better if he could have. I just didn't know it yet.

A black screen with blood dripping down the sides popped up. In the middle of the screen was a video. "Play it." I was curious. This was the deep web, and I knew it wouldn't be as 'friendly' as the dark web.

My comp teacher clicked the left mouse button and played the video. Then, a video of a girl in a chair came up. She had a bag over her head.

"Mhhmmm"

"Turn the sound lower."

The sound of the girl struggling was loud. Luckily, the glass separating the two rooms was thick enough.

I put my focus back on the video when suddenly a giant man walked out with a butcher knife. He was wearing something a typical butcher would wear. Except he had a mask on. A silly bear mask.

"You're being a naughty girl."

I heard the butcher say as he raised his hands and chopped a couple of fingers off of the poor girl who was strapped to a chair.

"Enough. Stop the video."

I couldn't possibly stomach such an evil thing.

Hypocritical. I know. But I never once did such a gruesome thing. And never will do something like this. 'Mental torture is better and less disgusting. Plus, this is just too evil.'

"That's enough for the videos. Tell me how I can access the deep web on my own."

"I could load the program onto a hard drive and you can download it. But make sure you have this antivirus and all the VPNs I showed you activated. Then download the things and type the password 'ihatecomputers120123'."

"Here. I'll do it right now. Let me know if I did anything wrong."

I then downloaded the antivirus he told me to get and then loaded my VPNs. After, I plugged in the USB and downloaded a torrent. Loading it took a couple of seconds. Soon, the familiar black screen popped up.

I typed the password and got access to it.

"Good. One more thing. Do you know how to get a bank account that can't be traced and get it under a different name?"

"Yes. I use one for the 'underground' business. I have a contact that helped me."

"Get him to make me one by Thursday. When you have it, call this number. I'll meet you at this park."

I wrote a number and told him the park's location.

"Also, remember. This is the number for a friend you're close to. And you're doing this for a friend."

I had to make sure he wouldn't find out he was doing this for me. The world is a mysterious place. Who knows if he could somehow remember it was me he did this for?

I left the classroom once I got off the deep web and closed all the tabs.

'Thank god no one interrupted me this time.'

I silently thanked God while leaving the room and walking to my table. I couldn't wait to explore the deep web. However, what I didn't know was doing that would change my life.