The Patrol and the Riot

This is the sequel to "The Tales of X High School".

Author's note: This is the next series of my story, and I plan on being far more professional with this one as apposed to the way I was with the one before. I have already written a large amount of it, and will release a chapter twice a week. Thank you, everyone, who read and reviewed my last story and I hope you enjoy this, and don't forget to review. I plan on releasing a chapter once a week, on Wednesdays.

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Chapter 1: The Organised Horde

The sub-basement of X high school was usually deserted, only used to store very old, useless objects that no one was paid to remove. However, today, it was crammed full of silent, masked students of different sexes, shapes and sizes. Edward pushed his ground hair back out of his face and look around.

Edward was removed from the safety patrol two weeks ago, and from what he could gather, they must have found information about the Blood Riot Gang, otherwise they would have been shut down or changed dramatically. Since his removal he had joined the gang after being approached by The Clown.

He had, indeed, hacked into home computers and the school. The first thing that he did was send all of this information to the clown, now his companion and fellow worker, and they had seized further control over the school. Edward watched, from a distance, as his cane gave away his identity as students were blackmailed and beaten on his information. He was congratulated by many a member under his new name, Xavier.

Edward was sitting on a row of desks at the front of the room, in front of the rest who were standing in lines. He was surprised by how many of them there were, in the gang. It seemed there were people from every group in the school, complete and utter power. Edward now had two personal body guards, as his loyalty had been rewarded and he was enjoying his position as third in command in the group, after the clown.

Edward always stayed seated, so nobody realised his leg problem, and as such was instructed to come early. The leader of the group, known as The One, was, to most, quite terrifying. He wasn't large, but he had a personal army to himself and used it with ruthless power. Edward couldn't help but respect the set up. The group were mask in front of each-other, but upon arrival into the group, they must show their face to The One and The Clown.

The door behind him opened and The One strode him. He wore a mask with the number "1" scratched down the middle. The mask was pure white with a red swirl on the forehead and chin. He walked in his a long black jacket and stood behind his chair, next to Edward, and held his hand behind his back.

"Good afternoon," The One said, in an obviously false voice to Edward, though everyone else seemed to buy it. "It has been our first meeting in the past three weeks as a full group, so I want utter silence throughout this whole speech and you all know what will happen if any of you decide to break this rule," he gestured at three enormous students at the back of the room, who clicked their knuckles menacingly.

Edward looked around, there was not a movement, little own a sound. The atmosphere in the room had shifted to fear. "Now," he said, clearing his throat. "Just to the new members who may feel mutinous, there is something I have to address. I know the identity of everyone in this group, and so do my team of seven spies and three hackers. We control the school and have each of you followed and watched every day. So, if we see any of you in contact with the safety patrol or the staff, you will disappear." The One paused and looked around the room.

"Now," The One said. "We have reason to believe that the safety patrol has lost its prized possession, Edward Johnson." The One looked around. Edward was aware that this speech was to be made. "This is a leap for us, as he was the only one who could, possibly, bring us down. However, he has been dealt with, and is no longer a problem for the Blood Riot, which means only Cornelius Fillmore and Ingrid Third are the only threats to our organisation."

"Now, I ask you not to make any rash movements," The One explained. "I have reason to believe that they are expecting an attack, and are being observed constantly. Attacking them now would be a threat to us. Anyone found to be attacking or harassing them until myself, The Clown or Xavier say so will, to, be dealt with severely."

"On to business," The One said, clasping his hands together and then gestured to Edward. "Xavier has a plan."

Edward, who had been told to stay seated when he was called. He put on a strange, flat and monotonous American accent. "We now have control of some of the lower levels of the student council. However, I have selected this perfect target for complete control. Not only that, it will strike a blow against the safety patrol as well. I happen to know that if we target this specific member, then we will be hitting a certain high member of the safety patrol. I am talking, of course, about Frank Bishop, boyfriend of scientist Karen Tehama."

"Frank Bishop is rising in student council, quickly," Edward explained. "If we can scare him enough, we can not only control him, we can terrify Tehama. My spies inform me that Tehama has a certain influence over Joseph Anza, one of the three members on the Blood Riot case."

Edward leaned back in his chair whilst The Clown nodded. "Perfect," he said. "Ok then, numbers 4 through to 15 stay here after." Every member was assigned a number due to their importance and date of joining. Edward was number three, the Clown was number 2 and The One was number 1. Number 4, or Frevier, was notorious for being viscous. He did not envy Frank if Number 4 was assigned to him.

After a few words and a beating of number seventeen for making a mistake on a mission, the people filed out in groups of five and dispersed before removing their masks away from one another. Number 4 through to Number fifteen lined up with Frevier in front of the other thirteen members.

"Frank Bishop," The Clown said with files in his hand. He handed them out as they looked through all of his personal and social details. "He has quite a record and a strange little sister. He is also the second best profiler the school has ever had, so going after him straight away on his own would be stupid."

"However, his sister Francine, would be perfect," Edward explained, fiddling with his hair, a trait he invented to suit Xavier. "If we went after her, we could send her to Frank, slightly beaten," he paused, pulling his hair again. "With another message for him and instructing him to cease contact with the safety patrol, we could control the school council more."

"Then," he said. "We could cause him to move to remove Commissioner Vallejo from office." Edward laughed menacingly. "After this, we will have them vote for a useless member, like Danny O'Farrell, to become the new commissioner, bringing the Safety patrol to its knees."

"Danny O'Farrell," The One mused. "Interesting. Number 4," he called.

"Yes?"

"See to it that Francine is beaten, taken 5 through to 10. Dismissed," he finished, nodding his head to the door.

After the members had filed out, The Clown and The One stood. Behind them was three guards each, and Edwards were behind him as well. Edward's guards were the only ones who knew who he was, along with the Clown and The One. "Well done, Xavier," Number 1 said. "The plan is perfect, once again demonstrating your power at strategy."

The Clown nodded, pushing his mask up his face, the painted smile looking insincere. "It is certainly interesting," he said.

"I've been meaning to ask, Clown," Edward said. "Why the clown mask?" Edward already knew, but he wanted to see what The Clown would say in front of number 1.

"Clowns are interesting, painted on smiles with cruelty concealed," The Clown explained. "Now," Clown said. "I have to teach a certain student a lesson, then class. Good day," he said, bowing sarcastically and leaving.

The Clown was sadistic; Edward had seen him have a member beaten for looking at him. He grabbed his face and pulled it close before head butting him. He was certainly strong, and his thugs made it impossible for anyone to touch him. He was famous in school.

Edward left the room as well, dismissing his bodyguards and taking his mask off in the toilet. He was certainly enjoying the power he now had. He controlled the school and when it came to control, no one loved it more than him. He liked the safety patrol for the same reason. Edward's plan was perfect to every detail and he would come off at the top, assuming the idiots surrounding him did what they were told.

Edward had regular access to the security cameras on his laptop, and he often watched people in the safety patrol headquarters and laughed at their failure. Vallejo was holding them together and with him out of the way there was nothing stopping him. Also, bringing down the safety patrol would promote him even higher in the group, making Xavier Number 2.

Frank Bishop's sister was in a lot of trouble, she was now a target, listed in Edward's and The Clown's notebook. Edward was allowed to look through the Clown's and he saw his own name crossed out, which made him laugh. The top of the list was Fillmore, Ingrid and Joseph and they were circled over and over again in anger. They were far to protected, and it was Edward's job to figure out how to bring down that problem and eliminate them, Vallejo was the first step toward this.

Due to Edward's success in every subject he was given a lot of free time around the school. He ditched lessons constantly and he threatened to do badly if they tried anything with him. He and Ingrid were the schools most important students, the schools method to show how special it was. This gave Edward a certain amount of protection.

Edward turned on his computer. He opened the program he designed to hack into the school cameras. Edward opened his phone, ringing number 4. "Frevier," he said, in his instruction voice. "Now's the time, the cameras have been overridden to where she is."

"Where is she, then?" Frevier replied.

"Just on her way down to computer lab B, alone," Edward explained. "Go for it," he instructed and hung up.

Edward hacked into that camera and turned it on for him alone, severing its link with the rest of the school. He saw four of the members approaching her, and two blocked her way. Francine stepped back. "What do you want?" she asked, sounding scared. "There are cameras you know?"

Number 4 grabbed her by the face and pulled it close to his mask. "Think we give a shit sweet heart?" he asked, back handing her face. It bruised almost instantly and she looked up, trying not to look terrified, barely holding back tears.

"What do you want?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"We want your brother," Frevier replied. "See that camera," he pointed to the one she had mentioned before, the one where Edward was watching. "We are watching you at all times. You make one slip up, mention this to anyone else, and both your brother and you will disappear on the way home some time."

Francine nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

Frevier laughed. "We want you to tell him to meet us, after school in sub basement 4. Tell him that the cameras are watching him all day. If he uses his phone, leaves the school or contacts the safety patrol in any way, he will regret it, and so will you!"

He let go of her face. "Get out of here," he said, pushing her onto the floor. She got up, cried a little and scurried away.

When the coast was clear, Frevier looked up to the camera. "Did you get that Xavier? Make sure you keep an eye on both of them, you have the day off."

Frevier spoke to him like he was above him, so Edward rang him. "Yes?" Frevier said down the phone.

"Watch your step, Number 4," Edward said menacingly. "Don't forget all of your guards belong to me. Talk to me like that again and it will be you who regret it. Speak to me as your superior, or those around you will turn on you right now."

"Yes sir," Frevier said, sounding angry and fearful at the same time.

Edward hung up the phone and laughed. He laughed because he loved putting people in their place, he loved making sure that Frevier knew he was beneath him. People, in a way, were more terrified of Xavier as he could change at any moment and changed to worse than The Clown, even.

The safety patrol was in trouble now. Edward was the worse thing that they had ever been against. He was unstoppable.

End of Chapter 1

Stay tuned for chapter 2: A plan plays out