Act Two: New Arrivals, New Leads
The next day there was a frenzy outside the front of the school. Kids everywhere around were talking about the "Alledged" murder. Principla Folsom had made a public anouncement in the auditorium that no incident had happened. The incident has not been made public yet and it was probably a good thing. Inside Ingrids class she wasn't paying much attention; she could afford to though being that she had the highest grade in the class. She was focusing on last night when Fillmore came clutching his chest. That wasn't the first time he seemed to close himself from me. She thought.
"Ms. Third!" A voice yelled. Ingrid snapped back into the world to see her teacher with a mean scowl on his face.
"Yes Mr. Shalting?" She asked embarrassment showing in her voice.
"Maybe you can tell us the answer to this problem." Mr. Shalting said annoyed. Ingrid looked on the board and then closed her eyes.
"X35." She said simply. The teacher looked at the question then back at Ingrid with an even biger scowl than what he had before.
The teacher returned to the board and continued his lesson. Ingrid began to zone out again and think about things, a knock on the classroom door brought her back again. Everyone turned and to look as the door opened and Principal Folsom enters.
"Good morning class, Mr. Shalting I'd like to present you and your class a big treat." She said woth that grating voice of hers smiling. She makes a motion to someone still outside the door for that person to come in. After a minute a boy walks in about 13 years old. wearing a black Tee-shirt, blue denim jeans, and black running shoes. He was very well built for his age, his hair was jet black like his shirt. His features were very good as well, his eyes were ice blue but on his left eye there was a scar going down as if someone slashed diagonally down it.
"Kids this is Chase Tiles, he's a transfer from a middle school in Shadeston, New York." Principal Folsom informed the students.
Some students started whispering and giggling. Ingrid even heard some girls say he was cute but that didn't matter to her. But she for some reason couldn't stop looking at the new student. Principal Folsom did her little good luck thing and left the room. Mr. Shalting then looked at Chase.
"Well Mr. Tiles sice your new maybe you can olve my lesson that I give to all the students when they first come to this class. No body but Ms. Third there has been able to solve it." He said writing up a very complex problem on the board. Chase seemed to smirk and looked at the teacher.
"I hope this'll work." He said, and like a blur Chases hand began to move and on the board Chase labeled each step and to the teachers surprise he was getting it all right. He was just about to finish the problem he just stopped and looked at the teacher. He smiled wide and said,
"What was I doing?" He chuckled as hed turned back to the class.
The teacher was slackjawed at this new students attitude. Chase just stood there and smiled at the class. The teacher rubbed his face and yelled at the student who just seemed to smile the whole time there. Chase was told where to sit which seemed to be right next to Ingrid. He sat down and as he did she felt him gaze at her. His gaze felt familiar though something she felt it before. She looked at him and saw him sleeping on his desk. This kid's completely idiotic, where did he come from. Later on Ingrid reported to the safety patroll office and saw Fillmore there at his desk with files.She did not recognize them from this schools files so he must have pulled a few favors with friends of his.
She went to her desk next to his and sat down.
"Where did those come from?" She asked. He didn't raise his head to her but did reply.
"An out of town schools, this wasn't the first time a murder like this had happened." He said in a dry tone.
"What schools?" Ingrid asked.
"Detroit, New York, Chicago. The majority came from a place called Shadeston." Fillmore replied. Ingrid immediately thought of the new student. He was from Shadeston, She thought. Maybe he knows something that could help. Then screams were heard from outside. The two turned and saw a punk running from some girl chasing after him.
Fillmore and Ingrid ran out and tried to catch the perpetrator. When they got out they could barely still see the target. They started sprinting after the target and were gaining fast but the punk still had the faster step. They were reaching a balcony, they thought that the target would stop, but just the opposite the target jumped over the railing of the balcon and started running. When the two reached the balcony the theif was already about halfway out of their sight.
"Damn." Fillmore said. They were about to turn to find away to stop the theid but from out of nowhere a black blur run past them and jump into the air. The figure jumped high into the air and threw what seemed to be a throwing knife at the theif. The two didn't believe it but the figures knife hit the theif in his right leg. The figure ran over to the theif and retrived the fallen theif.
The blck-clad figure took the theif to the two patrollers. A he reached the two he laid the theif down and looked at the two patrollers.
"You." Fillmore said to the figure. The figure did not reply but simply threw the purse that was stolen to Fillmore.
"see that it returns whence it came patroller." the figure said turning to leave.
"Wait!" Fillmore demanded. The figure stopped but did not turn around.
"As part of X-Middle school safety patrol I demand to know who you are." The figure did not turn to him but he did reply to Fillmores demand.
"I'm Shadow Savior." The figure replied back flipping into the air over the balcony. Ingrid and Fillmore looked to see if he was running but he somehow disappeared.
The two returned the purse to the owner and made their way back to the patrollers office. Fillmore and Ingrid stayed silent the whole way there. As they reached the office almost instantly they heard the almost predictable call of the commissioner,
"FILLMORE!!!" the commissioner yelled. Fillmore made his way to the commissioners office and stood infront of the door.
"You called Velajo?" Fillmore asked. Velajo was obviously upset about something and Fillmore was usally caught up in it.
"What's this about some vigilante going around throwing knives at perps?!?" Velajo asked angrier with each word. Fillmore shrugged and replied,
"Word travels fast I guess."
"Fillmore, it's bad enough that we have to deal with a murder investigation but we can't deal with some masked marauder going around trying to make this squad look incompitent." Velajo said.
"This is nothing we haven't dealt with before, and besides that vigilante I think has a connection with the case." Fillmore stated.
"How so?" Velajo asked.
"He was there the night we checked the body. He was probably scoping things out. He attacked me on top of that." Fillmore replied.
Velajo sat there and massaged his temples. He then looked up at Fillmore from his chair.
"Listen, we got enough heat from Folsom going on, what with the murder and all. I want to keep the vigilante story under the grid, until I say so at least." Velajo informed Fillmore. Fillmore nodded and turned to leave.
"Hey Fillmore!" Velajo called. Fillmore turned and was thrown a package.
"Came for you after you went after that theif." He said. Fillmore left the commissioners office and went to his desk.
"What do you got there?" Ingrid asked as Fillmore sat down. Fillmore didn't reply, he just sat there as if he was in a trance looking at the package.
"You okay Fillmore?" Ingrid asked. Again Fillmore did not reply. He simply got up and left the office. Ingrid tried to follow him but as soon as she got out he was gone. She looked around for him but after thirty minutes she decided that it was best to leave him.
Ingrid decided to take a walk around campus. She has always been around to the schools campus but today decided to just look around it and take in more sights of it. She walked until she reached a little lake on the grounds where the water skiing team practices. There was a bridge over the lake and there she decided to look out over the lake. I wish I knew what was wrong with him, that way I could at least try to help. She thought to herself.
When she tried to turn around and leave she heard a crack from under the bridge she stood on. She wanted to believe it was nothing but she has been in many cases where the littlest thing led to something bad. She tried to take easier steps, but the bridge couldn't take it for some reason and snapped. Ingrid went through the bridge right into the water. She tried hard to swim back up but for some reason couldn't move, she looked and saw that her leg was caught in what looked like a rope, the harder she tried to swim away the tighter it got. She was losing air fast for some reason. She tried harder and harder before she couldn't hold it any longer. She then saw another person come into the water and go for the rope which held her in the water.
In just a second the rope released her after the other person had went after it.. She had barely enough energy to get up on her own so the other person swam up and grabbed her swimming the both of them to the surface. When they reached the top Ingrid gasped madly fo air.
"Becareful, you breath in to hard you can cause damage." She turned to see Chase Tiles; the new kid, squatting next to her and smiling.
"Where did you come from?" She asked.
"Shadeston. Weren't you listening earlier in class?" He chuckled. They were both drenched in water so they decided to go to the lake shed and get a couple of towels.
When Ingrid tried to walk though she had harmed her leg due to the rope. She hit the ground from the pain and Chase knelt down to look at it.
"What are you doing?" She asked as Chase took her leg in his hands.
"I sort of have a little experience in minor injuries, here." Chase took one of his hands and placed it on where he thought the biggest source of her pain was.
"AHH!!!" She exclaimed in pain.
"Okay not broken, my experience says you just have a mild sprain. You might want to ice it later and stay off it for awhile as well. But for the moment here." Chase got down and squatted once again this time his back to her.
"Well, you gonna stay on the ground or get on the back?" He asked.
Ingrid didn't really know the guy but he was the only one there so she just took his invitation and got on. The way there the two remained but Chase did try to start up a conversation between the two. Ingrid then remembered that the files Fillmore had come from Shadeston and thought that Chase might know who it was that committed the murder.
"Chase." Ingrid said.
"She finally speaks." Chase replied.
"You're from Shadeston aren't you?" She asked.
"Yeah, why? That rumor about that kid getting murdered true?" Chase asked.
"How did you--"
"I may be new to this school but I hear things that people talk about." He replied.
"He was found burned and wearing a skullmask wasn't he?" Chase inquired
"Yeah, my partner has just recieved files coming from Shadeston, where you're from. Have you had anything similar happen when you lived there." She asked. Chase stayed silent for a minute.
"Not that much that I can recall but it does strike a familiar bell." Chase replied. Ingrid was about to say something when a familiar noise could be heard from her back pocket.
She reached in and pulled out her walkie-talkie that she uses to keep in contact with Fillmore. She pressed the button to reply to the call but she couldn't make any.
"Damn, it must have gotten wet from when I fell through the bridge." She said. The two reached a bench that was infront of the school, Chase sat her down on the bench and then took the walkie-talkie.
"Hmm...Doesn't look too bad, here why don't I take it home for the night and see if I can repair it if I see any prblems. That okay?" Chase asked her. Ingrid was about to object but was stopped when Chase interupted.
"C'mon what reason would I have to pull fleece over your eyes?" Chase asked, Ingrid had to admit that he was right and didn't see the problem in it.
"Well...Okay, you'll be back with it tomorrow?" She asked,
"Of course." He replied.
Chase looked at the watch he wore on his wrist.
"3...2..1." He said, as he reached one the bell rang and students began flooding out of the school.
"I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Third, and don't worry I'll bring you your walkie-talkie tomorrow." He said shaking her hand and turning to leave. For some reason Ingrid couldn't turn her gaze away from Chase leaving.
"Hey Ingrid." Ingrid was brought back to the world by the voice of Fillmore.
"Woah, sorry. What's up?" She asked.
"I might ask you the same thing. Who was that?" Fillmore asked. Ingrid noticed a little intensity in Fillmores voice.
"He's the new kid, he just transfered here from Shadeston." She replied.
"Hmm...Fine, why didn't you answer my call?" He asked changing the subject.
"My walkie-talkie got messed up earlier because of an accident earlier, and I'm having someone looking at it." She replied.
"What's that in your hand?" Fillmore asked. Ingrid looked at her hand and saw a piece of paper with a phone number on it. There was a message under the number saying call me sometime and with a smiley face.
Ingrid smiled, she didn't even notice him slipping it into her hand.
"You two officer Fillmore and Third?" A voice asked behind the two. The two turned around and saw a well built teen about 16, 17.
"Yes, how can we help you?" Fillmore asked.
"I am Darrius Quinns older brother, The boy who was murdered." The teen replied.
"Oh...I'm sorry, what can we do for you?" Fillmore asked.
"I need to speak with the both of you. Please come with me, my family wish to know the details of the murder." The teen said. Fillmore and Ingrid followed the teen into a remote area.
"Wait here, I'll get my family." The teen said. The teen left and the two waited.
They waited for about a minute and began talking,
"Fillmore, about earlier, you seemed bothered, even more when talking to me. Are you okay?" She asked. Fillmore did not reply for about a minute but when he opened his mouth a horn was blasting in there direction. The two turned and saw a car coming their direction.
"Move!! it's after us!!" Fillmore yelled to Ingrid. Fillmore jumped out of the way but Ingrid could not move as fast due to the fact that she was still recovering from her injury from the bridge incident. Fillmore saw that Ingrid was still there.
"INGRID!!!!" Fillmore yelled. Fillmore tried to go after her and help but the car went right for Ingrid before he could get to her.
Thought I might try a cliff this time. Tell me what you all think. and if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me what you think.
Ninja of the Warrior Star.
