Welcome one and all to my new story based on the classic Disney cartoon, Fillmore! I wanted to write this story all in time for the spookiest time of the year, Halloween, but due to life and everything that entails, this won't entirely be finished until after the holiday. However, hopefully you enjoy this chapter that sets up the mystery at hand. Please enjoy, and I will see you all at the end of the chapter!
X High School: One of the best public schools in the United States. Easily one of the largest in terms of campus size that rivaled most college campuses, complete with its own pool with high dive platform, state of the art gymnasium with equipment for all forms of sport (from Bocce to Soccer and Boxing to Taekwondo). It even resided next to a large, man-made lake that was used by various clubs including but not limited to fishing, scuba diving, and even paddle boating.
However, with a school of this size and prestige, there must also come with it its fair share of troubles. Bullies beating down weaker students, petty thieves pickpocketing kids for pocket money, graffiti artists tagging the halls of the school.
Whenever and wherever trouble arises in X High, there's always one person you can call when needed.
"FILLMORE!" The angry bellow of Senior Junior Commissioner Vallejo yelled from his office in the Safety Patrol's precinct.
Not wanting to get more on the chief's bad side today, Fillmore and his partner in law enforcement, Ingrid Third, headed into Vallejo's office to see what was up.
"Whatever it was, Vallejo, I probably didn't do it," Fillmore said with a small smirk as the chief got up from his chair to pace around the office as the duo took a seat.
"Sorry about that, Fillmore. My nerves have been all over the place lately, what with this recent crime spree," Vallejo explained.
Recently, there has been a string of seemingly unrelated crimes and pranks all across the grounds of X High School. They started out small, almost like accidents. Boats capsizing out on the lake, wet floor signs being moved so people slipped on waxed floors, as well as several other instances.
However, recently, it's become more apparent that these were no accidents. Three days ago, there was a massive glue trap set out in the hall of the east corridor, leading to a small group of students getting caught in it, as well as several articles of clothing being ruined due to needing to be cut free from it.
And just yesterday, the entire school pool was filled, literally filled, to the brim with strawberry Jell-O, turning the entire pool into probably the world's biggest Jell-O mould.
Needless to say, whoever was behind these pranks were absolute pros at the craft, since nobody saw anyone pull these pranks and there was nothing on the security cameras.
"As you two know, these pranksters have gotta be caught soon. With this level of escalation, people are gonna get seriously hurt sooner or later."
"We understand, Vallejo. But so far Tehama and everyone else on CSI and Forensics haven't come up with anything," Ingrid spoke up in her usual even tone of voice.
"I know, Third. And it concerns me that we haven't found neither hide nor hair of a suspect. . There's not a trace of who could possibly be responsible. If I've said it once, I'll say it again, whoever they are, they're pros," Vallejo said seriously, looking out his office blinds at the precinct when a knock at the door got their attention.
"Come in," Vallejo called. Entering the room was Joseph Anza, holding a clipboard and looking to be a little worse for wear, "Anza, whatcha got?"
"Good and/or bad news, depending on how you look at it," Joseph replied with a small yawn.
"Doin' okay there, man? You lookin' like you didn't catch many Z's last night," Fillmore asked with concern, looking over Anza and noticing his disheveled appearance, baggy eyes, and slightly pale visage.
"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess. Anyway, we just got a report from some students about some graffiti being tagged near the north-east wall. Some strange symbol. Could be gang-related. We should check it out," Joseph explained, looking over the report on the clipboard, rubbing some sleep from his eyes.
"Alright then. Thanks, Anza. Fillmore, Third, you two go and see what's up with that graffiti. Report back if you got any leads."
"We're on it like jam on toast, Vallejo," Fillmore said as he and Ingrid followed Joseph out of the office. Vallejo followed them with his eyes before the door closed behind them. He let out a sigh and looked out the blinds of his office once more. Why did it feel like things were about to get worse before they got better.
X High School, Northeast Wall, 10:30 CDT
It was a cold morning in the middle of October. The early morning winds blew past the group of Safety Patrol officers as they made it to the scene.
Upon arrival at the crime scene, Fillmore and Ingrid were met with forensics expert and long time friend Karen Tehama as she was going over what evidence she could find while the crime scene photographer, Danny O'Farrell, was taking photos of the graffiti in question.
"Whatcha got, Karen?" Fillmore asked.
"Well from what I gather, the graffiti wasn't spray painted on like your typical tag. In fact, it seems to be drawn on with regular paint and brush. Probably for better precision," Karen explained.
"Well whatever it is, that eye gives me the creeps!" Danny said with a shiver as Ingrid got a look at the so-called graffiti.
Like Tehama said, the graffiti seems to be painted on using a paint brush (She could still make out the brush strokes in certain places). Though what was odd to her was the symbol itself.
It seemed to be an eye placed in the center of a triangle, topped with a kind of cross, as well as some manner of tri-pronged symbol just above the eye itself.
While the symbol was odd to say the least, to Ingrid it seemed rather familiar as she searched high and low within her photographic memory to find a match for the symbol.
She was however broken from her concentration when she heard some talking behind her.
"Hey, you doin' okay there, Anza? You don't look too hot," Karen asked her partner as he seemed to tip from side to side, his eyes now incredibly baggy.
"Yeah... I think I just need to… sit… down-" Joseph said as he suddenly fell forward, luckily being caught by Karen as she exclaimed his name in shock.
"Joseph? Joseph! Can you hear me?!" Karen exclaimed as all she could get from the young Italian boy was a small groan, "Somebody call the nurse!" She yelled out as she checked his pulse and breathing while one of the other patrollers on the scene called in for help.
What has Anza come down with? Could the graffiti have anything to do with the recent pranks at X High? Find out next chapter!
PS, sorry if the chapter was a little on the short side. Hope you enjoyed it regardless.