Meanwhile outside of school...

"Let me go!" a student yelled at the other taller student that was holding him up high against the wall, just outside of the school's parking lot.

The student very aggressively attempted to hit the other student that was holding him up with his legs, but the other student either dodged it or simply used his body to counter any attempts to hit him.

Fear was gripping the poor undefended student that was being held up high. He didn't know what else to do other than to continuing kicking, even though it was futile. He already had to endure a beating from them, now he was afraid that they might try to do something worse.

Then,

"Hmph!" the student had just received another punch, this time into his stomach, prompting the student to groan in pain.

"This is what you are; not just a freak but also a weakling!" the taller student said to him. The taller student, along with his friend, then gave the smaller student a few more punches to the face, chest and stomach, before finally letting him drop on the floor.

"I don't need to tell you what will happen to you if you say anything what happened to you today." The tall student said to him.

"Do you know who Matthew Shepard was?" he asked the injured student that was on the floor, with an evil grin on his face.

The injured student simply nodded, in complete fear as he knew what the taller student was getting at. It was a clear threat to his life.

"Good. Then you know what happened to him. That will happen to you too if you say anything. Got it?!" he threatened him with a deadly glare.

Again, the injured student said nothing and with a whimper, simply nodded in fright.

"Now get lost freak, and don't you ever show your face in this area again!" the taller student yelled at him.

The injured student got up as fast as he could and quickly ran away from his two oppressors.

After the injured student left, the two taller students remained there and celebrated their so-called 'victory'.

"This school is becoming a dump with freaks like that kid." One student said.

"For sure." The other student responded back. "Actually, I could go farther; this whole country is going down the s***hole with freaks like them. Stupid kid can't even decide what sex he is; good luck trying to make his way through life. Seriously, what the hell is he?"

"Beats me." the first student said. "But this school won't get any better with people like him and those that 'tolerate' this disgusting trend. We need to clean up this school, but we can't do it alone."

The second student said nothing and simply started rubbing the back of his head and neck, groaning as he was doing so.

"Hey El, you ok man?" the first student asked his friend.

"Ya a bit, thanks Roger." El, short for Elijah, responded back. "My neck is still hurting me. Ever since that piece of scumbag, Rodrigo pushed me onto the floor, the back of my neck hasn't stopped hurting. At times it does, but then there are days when it bothers me."

"Ya, I haven't forgotten that wetback kid." said Roger with a scowling tone. "We were lucky to not get caught by the Principal after trying to get rid of that clumsy kid Eugene from the school halls. No doubt that Latino kid is one of their supporters."

"I'd like to return the favour on him." El groaned in anger as he continued rubbing his neck. "That little piece of s*** nearly gave me a concussion and almost ruined my football season."

"Ya, but we can't take them on. It's only a tiny few of us against a horde of them. We'd never stand a chance in a fight." Roger growled in frustration.

"There's more than one way to win a fight. You divide and conquer." Another person suddenly said as this person came out almost from the shadows and approached both Roger and El, almost startling them and prompting them to get up from the floor.

"Who the hell are you?" Roger coldly asked the person.

"Just a fan and a big supporter of your cause." The person responded back with a smile.

"Our cause?" Roger asked with a raised eyebrow

"Yes." the person calmly responded. "Like you, I am also seeking to get rid of this chaotic and disgusting social mess that we have been finding ourselves in for years. Let me ask you this; that kid you just beat up, what did he mean to you?"

"Disorder, deformation and chaos. He's a mess really." Roger responded.

"Exactly! Before everything used to be so simple, wouldn't you agree?" the person asked them, prompting both teens to nod in agreement. "There was once order and clear boundaries that were never crossed. Not long ago, tradition was respected. There was a distinct hierarchy that only a privileged few would ever be a part of, simply because they earned it. But now, everything has gone down the stinking hole! There is no longer any order in this retched 'melting pot' of a country that we now live in. We now have to associate with freaks like that kid, plus a horde of other people that have now lost the very sense of identity."

"Identity?" El asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, identity. Let me ask you another question; what does it mean to be an American? Does it mean to be Indian, Muslim, Chinese, Latino, gay, transvestite, a tomboy girl, straight?

"Technically all of above." Roger responded back cautiously. "But then again, everyone has different opinions about what it means to be an American.

"Exactly!" exclaimed the mysterious person. "Back in the old days, there was a consensus what about what it meant to be an American. But now, there is no agreement whatsoever about what it. Everyone has been let to come up with their own 'opinion' on the matter. No worse, everyone now is allowed to be whatever they want to be, regardless of the consequences. Everything and everyone is now mixed, blending into something that is completely unintelligible. There are no boundaries at all, no distinction between different groups. Everyone is trying to become like everyone else. Look at that kid you beat up; he is clearly a guy, but is wearing feminine clothes. It looks as if he is trying to be like a girl, but he clearly looks like a guy! What a mess, would you two gentlemen agree?"

Again, both Roger and El nodded, becoming interested in what this mysterious person is saying.

"Everyone is mixing with each other and that it is creating a huge mess of people who no longer know who they are or where they come from. There is no single identity that can allow them to dictate a clear path for them to follow. As a result, there is no sense of what it means to be human, let alone an American. You gentlemen would not tolerate someone like that kid to be a girl, so why would you tolerate a white person to be black, or a Latino to 'try' to be white? Clearly a white person is white with his own culture and a black person is black with his own culture etc. Or would you allow it?"

"Obviously not." El responded back.

"We as Americans have lost our sense of identity because we have abandoned much of our traditions, allowing malignant traditions to flourish in its place." The mysterious person continued. "And whenever someone comes forward to protest against such aversions, that person is merely chastised and marginalized, labeling them as a dangerous and fascist beast that needs to be thrown away. What the hell has happened to us?!"

"So you're saying that we should kick out all the immigrants, the non-whites and messed up kids like that one?" El asked them.

"Well, the thought did cross my mind." The mysterious person responded with a smirk. "But no. I'm saying that there should be a clear, universal identity of what it means to live here. No group should be allowed to mix in with other groups. There should be clear boundaries and distinctions between them. It is utterly stupid for a Mexican person to associate himself with an Indian since they have nothing to do with each other! The same goes with that kid; there should a clear distinction of who he is and not be allowed to do whatever the hell he wants to do. In other words, segregation, with an authentic American culture reigning dominance over everyone else, the type that our Founding Fathers gave us during the American Revolution, Western-culture style."

"So what do you wish to do?" Roger asked the mysterious person.

"Like you gentlemen, I wish to cleanse this school of such spiteful traditions and ways of lives!" the mysterious person exclaimed.

Roger smiled at the mysterious person as he took in his every word. He completely agreed with everything he just said. El was also in agreement, but he remained a bit suspicious.

"Oh really?" El sarcastically asked.

"Yes, really." The mysterious person responded back. "I saw your display against that freak-show of a kid and while I am impressed with your resolve, you missed your mark and frankly, missed the entire point of what you should actually try to do."

"Well why don't you 'enlighten' us on what we should be doing?" Roger asked.

"You said it yourself." the mysterious person explained. "The people that you are trying to get rid of and their supporters, they are a horde, a multitude of people that can easily overwhelm you. But they have a weakness . They are divided into many different factions; races, ethnicities, sex, gender, personalities, hobbies etc. Instead of taking them all on a suicidal mission, make them do the work for you by exploiting those differences."

"How?" El asked.

"Divide and conquer. Pin them against each other. Make them paranoid that they cannot trust those that are different from them and they will falter. They say that in diversity therein lies their strength. I say we prove them wrong by making it known to them that in their diversity therein lies their weakness. It was a fools' hope to ever think that different people can be mixed together, let alone live in peaceful harmony. Then, when they are down, strike!"

"That sounds nice and good, but why should we trust you?" El asked, still being suspicious of this mysterious person. "For all we know, you could be a spy for them."

The mysterious person just smiled at El and then said, "I know you don't trust me. I get it. As much as you want to start a crusade against these immoral, parasitic infidels, you put your future in jeopardy. We all know what has happened to others across the country who tried to do the same thing and when they try to make their views known to everyone, they are completely squashed by the system. So in the spirit of trust and comradeship, I would like to initiate this strategy of divide and conquer on my own and covertly. I will only need some information about the groups that are in this dump of a school and you two can start recruiting others into our cause. Once you see what happens, I'm sure I will win your trust. If I fail, I'll leave and no one will be the wiser as to who helped me. Deal?"

The mysterious person then extended his hand to both Roger and El. After some hesitation, both teens finally shook the mysterious person's hand.

"Deal." El responded back.


Granted, this was a bit vague, but everything will make more sense in the following chapters.