Hello everyone. Like most of you, I am taking up something like this because I have simply too much time on my hands and not enough hobbies. A small idea spawned into something larger in my head as I went through my day and decided to construct a story out of it to see what others would perhaps think of said idea.

I'm expecting criticism as this story is very much in a developing stage and I highly doubt this idea is perfect. Do take the time to write something more than "Your story sucks." I am writing this mostly for viewers as if this was simply for myself I would've never published it at all. So to make your time more enjoyable, please be thorough with criticism so that I don't make the same mistakes again.

This idea is heavily influenced by a number of things and as a result I'll most likely be making handfuls of references here and there as well as throwing in a cameo or parody of sorts in terms of scenarios from time to time. Some of them may be obscure and others not. If you would like to have some fun, feel free to take a guess at what some of them may be in the review and I'll go ahead and point out if you were right or not. Let us begin

Chapter 1

Gray clouds crowded around the rooftops of the high school and gave off the image that perhaps torrential rainfall was imminent. Murmurs of mindless conversations amongst friends were echoed back and forth as a crowd of students walked through an old rusty gate on their way to a school that was in clear need of redecoration. The crowd began to thin out as the bulk of the students finally entered the courtyard. A lone figure dressed in a red hoodie and forest green pants slowly made his way in as he followed the mob in front of him. His hand slowly went up to his face as he dropped his shades just a bit in so that his blue eyes could peer over the dark curtains. His pools of blue darted back and forth in order to take in his new environment. He briefly scanned his eyes to the second floor and caught the gaze of another individual dressed in a purple jacket and black pants. He held his gaze for a moment before the one in the purple jacket faded into a crowd of students.

He pushed his shades back up and continued walking. He chuckled a bit to himself as a though struck him. Wearing shades on a day like this would have many assume he was blind or a complete douchebag. Off in the distance he spotted another individual with a dark gray hoodie on and swinging what appeared to be a baseball bat.

After another brief gaze at the sky, he strolled through the main doors and left the courtyard.

In a dark room

A light flickered on to reveal a circular table occupied by a number of adults. Two manila folders were tossed onto the table under the light.

"Victor Stone. Junior, three cases of attacking faculty."

"Garfield Mark Logan. Sophomore, seven cases of assaulting student body."

The group of adults let out a collective sigh as the 2 names and their history were repeated to them all.

As the less than pleasantries exchanged on thoughts of these two finally died, a slim brown haired woman cleared her throat to gather attention.

"Something must been done in order to perhaps contain if not lessen the damage these two have caused us. The Board's decision on what to do with delinquents has indeed lowered the amount of tom foolery that has gone on over the years, but it has had the unforeseen effect of escalating the individual conflicts to much higher levels."

The surrounding individuals grimaced as they agreed with her, but such was the price if increased educational performance. Punishments had been allowed to escalate to even borderline corporal punishment in order to act as a deterrent to motivate students to try harder and to avoid rowdy behavior. All though smaller incidents did decrease, the incidents that occurred were far larger than the past. No longer did it become multiple instances of students shoving each other around, but a few instances of full out brutal fist fighting which resulted in small riots. But everyone also knew that such an act produced results, aptitude tests suggested that education wise, and students had better scores after such enforcements.

"We cannot allow this to continue, even if these harsh punishments have had some positive effects, the outcasts of the student body have gone so far as to even create several gangs in the area. If we don't find a way to keep this situation quiet, this school is finished."

A method of counteracting these unforeseen consequences had been implemented by the board of education. Yearly school evaluations would be taken to ensure that it was a safe enough environment as well as maintaining a certain form of excellence. Those who were unable to meet the requirements were forced to be shut down, and the borders of different schools would be re-drawn and the population would then be split off from there.

She finished her speech and brought both hands behind her head and sighed. We need a miracle she thought bitterly. Something had to be done….

Elsewhere….

A red haired boy in a yellow jacket and red pants slowly strolled through a seemingly quiet hallway.

Man, this school has really gone to shit with all the injuries these past years. Granted they weren't extremely often, but they were quite severe.

He was still lost in thought as he strolled through the hallway. A banging against the door at the end of the hall shook him out of his thoughts. It was then he noticed several students that were a bit bruised were lying against the walls near the door. He prepared himself for anything as the banging continued to grow louder. The door then flung open as the bottom hinge was popped out and a student with a black eye flew out followed by someone in a gray sweater with a hood on. He slowly brought his hand up and pulled his hood down revealing a chocolate complexion.

The red haired kid slowly stretched his arms out to his left and right while a confused look appeared on his face.

"Victor….what was the point of this?"

The question apparently was missed by the other.

"Well well well…if it isn't Wally the lapdog."

A frown found its way onto Wally's face as he didn't particularly enjoy the nickname.

"Tell me, why did you injure all these students?"

"Ask nicely next time and maybe I'll think about answering you."

A growl escaped out of Wally's mouth as he quickly ran at Victor and struck him in the cheek with a right hook. Victor stumbled back a bit and tried to regain his footing but Wally quickly dashed forward and followed up with an uppercut to Victor's jaw. He then stepped forward and did a sidekick to Victor's chest which caused Victor to collide into a wall. Victor stood up straight and dusted himself off. He then cracked his neck and looked at Wally with a smirk.

"Not too bad kid, but you have got a long way to go."

Wally narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't underestimate my skills, punk."

Victor scoffed before he turned around and attempt to leave. Right there Wally jumped and tried to strike the back of Victor's head. Victor quickly turned around and grabbed at Wally's arm in the air and threw him over his shoulder through a window on the right side. Wally braced himself for impact as he landed and submerged to the bottom of a pool.

"Stay down there…until you cool down."

"Still the same as ever, Victor, but don't you think throwing him out the window was a bit….excessive?"

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before answer. He knew that voice. Everyone at school would recognize it as well.

"You may be our student president Jason, but do remember, not all of us approve or care for that."

Jason chuckled a bit before he pushed the scarf around his neck up to his mouth so the bottom half of his face would be concealed. He pushed his hands up to his short black hair. He continued walking on leaving Victor standing there and overlooking the outside of the school. He turned back once more to survey the damage that Victor had caused.

"I guess my hope of graduating peacefully this year is coming to an end."

School Library

A girl with pink hair was glancing over a book before the sounds of shuffling and grunting interrupted her train of thought.

Again.

She sighed as she looked up and saw three older students picking on an underclassman. They jeered at him as they continued to push him around. She gathered her belongings and slowly made her way over to them.

"Hello, I don't know your names and frankly I don't care. But would you three mind taking a cup of shut the fuck up? You're rather loud and in case your pea-sized brains weren't capable of reading the sign outside; this is a library."

The tallest of the three turned around and glared at her.

"You got some nerve, who do you think you are?"

"I think I'm going to be the one that makes you shut up, that's who."

The boy growled before he ran at her with his right hand balled into a fist. She quickly backed up a bit to give herself some space before throwing a rather hard kick into her attackers shin. He immediately let out a howl of pain as he lifted his foot up and quickly brought both hands to where he had been hit. The pink-haired girl took that opportunity to punch the guy in the chest causing him to stumble backwards and collide with one of his lackeys. The remaining guy let out a growl of frustration before he lowered his stance a bit and immediately ran at her keeping his upper body slightly closer to the ground. He threw a right hook but she quickly side stepped it and brought her knee up to the guy's chest causing the guy to exhale rather loudly before beginning to tip over her knee. She then grabbed his legs which were swimming up and threw him over roughly. The girl fixed her hair a bit before she started to walk off before she stopped and turned her head slightly to look back behind her.

"Oh, for future reference when you tell people who gave you those injuries. Tell them it was Jinx."

Stairway

A groan of frustration was released from a boy in a red hoodie and wearing a pair of shades. He was starting to get impatient. He had asked around and walked around a bit and still no sign of finding this Jason kid. He wanted to get this over with quickly but he couldn't seem to run into this person.

"Desperate times call for drastic action," he muttered to himself.

"Huh? Did you say some-"

The kid that happened to be next to him at the time didn't get a chance to finish his question before he found a fist colliding with his face.

Hallway

Jinx was bored. She had intended to stay in the library until class but she decided that she didn't want to deal with the librarian the moment the bodies of three injured students were discovered. She highly doubted she would get caught. Most injuries were blamed on that Logan or Stone kid these days anyways.

She wish SOMETHING would just happen.

A student out of breath quickly ran around the corner and shouted loudly for everyone to hear.

"This new kid and the president are on the rooftop. There might be a fight!"

Jinx raised her eyebrows at this revelation. Who in the right mind would want to pick a fight with the student president? He's kind and passive now….but he wasn't always like that she thought to herself. But, watching him beat the snot out of a new kid could prove to be more entertaining.

Rooftop

Jason walked out onto the roof as he surveyed his surroundings. There were numerous of students knocked out creating a sort of ring near the other end of the roof. There stood a black haired kid in a red hoodie overlooking the city.

"You know, you certainly don't leave a difficult trail to follow."

"I don't…..when I'm not trying to avoid the follower."

"Oh? Were you looking for me?"

"I already tried looking for you. I decided after awhile there was a simpler method. Good thing you're a curious kind of fellow."

The boy in the red hoodie turned around and tilted his head down a bit to gaze at Jason with his blue eyes before leveling his head. Jason stared at him for a bit before something dawned on him.

"You….I think I've heard of someone like you before. The wanderer with the reputation of crushing the student hierarchy everywhere he transfers to."

"Seems like you've done your homework, and what better way to start than with the president himself."

Students were beginning to pour in from the entrance and a circle of kids were beginning to form around the two.

"Are you really sure you want to do this…?"

Jason paused a bit when he realized he didn't know the name of this student.

The kid said one last thing before adopting a fighting stance which gave Jason his unspoken answer.

"Grayson…..call me Richard Grayson."

And….Done. Well, this chapter as well as the plot in general was heavily influenced by something I saw many many years ago on the interwebs. See if you guess what it is! I don't think it's too difficult to see….but that's probably because I know what it is. A lot of characters might be OOC occasionally because I tend to get on a tangent sometimes and I write off a lot of dialogue that ends up being something that I might say in a similar situation haha. But still, I try my best to imagine what the character might say. Well, shoot me a review and tell me what you think!

Until next time ~

-ShardsOfSilence