A Risk Worse Than Expulsion
Chapter 1: Whatever Happened to Third?
by Son of the Specter 992
"My name is Cornelius Fillmore. I'm the best safety officer at X Middle School, or I was. Ever since that newbie Sean Alahante came and joined the safety patrol, my partner Ingrid Third and I have only been in the #2 space. Right now I'm on the trail of a mass murderer in X. I only have 7 hours before the killer takes the only thing that means anything to me in the whole school, my partner."
The school therapist turned to Fillmore sighing. "Okay Cornelius, I understand that, but I'll ask you again, how does this make you feel?"
'Look, Ms. Kalahan, You've been asking me that for fifteen minutes and the answer has been the same for fifteen minutes. It makes me feel angry!!! The letter told me to come here for the next clue. Now will you please give it to me?"
Fillmore walked over to the window and shut his eyes. He reopened them and looked out in surprise. Out the fourth-floor window he could see engraved in the flag-post were the letters, AVC
Fillmore returned to the Safety Patrol Headquarters in confusion. Sean was there on the phone waiting for him. He hangs up and turns to Fillmore.
"Hello Cornelius, I just got off the phone with O'Farrell. He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the mascot room."
Fillmore leaves the office and heads off to Lobstie the Lobster's room. When he enters he stops in shock. In the water tank sitting on the table in the middle of the room lay a scrunched over O'Farrell. Someone had drowned him.
(2 hours later, 5 hours left to find Ingrid)
Mr. and Mrs. O'Farrell excited the school in tears. Their son had been murdered. This had been the third death so far. Tahama had found in the dark room with a noose around her neck suspended 2 feet in the air. Joseph Anza had been found in the compost heap behind school. His body had burn marks as if he had been thrown onto an open fire, which he probably had.
"I don't get it Vallejo, who would want to wipe out the safety patrol?"
"Who knows Fillmore? Probably someone you and Ingrid have already busted like Monica or the A.V. Club."
Coming to his scenes, Fillmore started to stand up when he heard a banging sound coming from Junior Commissioner Vallejo's office.
"What was that?" Fillmore asked.
"It was most likely my new hot cocoa maker getting warmed up. You know that I'm hooked on the stuff."
"Okay Vallejo, I'll leave you to your work. I've got to get to the A.V. Club." Fillmore responded as he left the room. Sean, who was listening in on the conversation, got up and sneaked away. Vallejo left as well.
About four minutes later a dark figure entered the Safety Patrol Office and went into Vallejo's office. He saw there a raven-haired girl in a black dress tied to a chair on her side outside of an open closet.
"Well, well Ms. Third, your feeble attempts to attract attention to yourself almost worked, but it won't happen again. In 3 hours, your life will be over and…it on to Fillmore."
Fillmore entered the A.V. Clubhouse. Right in front of him was a table was a set up that would make a TV station engineer proud. Television sets were stacked neatly atop one another, all interconnected with one VCR. In front of the VCR was a video tape labeled, in neat handwriting, with the words "Master Cornelius Fillmore." He picked up the video and puts it in the VCR and pushes the play button.
As the reels inside the tape turned the image of a figure dressed in black appeared on the multiple screens. Behind the figure he could see Ingrid.
"If you are watching this video then I have go congratulated you for coming this far. This is the final clue to find me with, The streets that you cross, form employee to boss."