A Risk Worse Than Expulsion
Chapter 2: A Tell Tale End
by Son of the Specter 992
Author's Note: Hi this isn't my first fic, it's my second. so there! Ha! But seriously folks. I'd to thank my sister. I know she's sitting her typing this because I'm not the one in the computer chair and she is, in fact these aren't my words she embellishing... SotS992 takes back keyboard from sister SotS992: Well, now that that's over, I'm Son of the Specter 992, and I sure as heck approve this message....wait a minute no I don't. Queen Hotaru takes back keyboard
Hotaru: Yes you do. Trust me, You do.
Ok. Now I want to thank my sister, penname Queen Hotaru, although she hasn't written or posted in over a year and a half.
Hotaru: I haven't had time! I'm doing college application looks up Uh...oh... thump Hotaru (AKA Abby) is surrounded by mail from colleges Does anyone want these? I don't.
SotS992: Ok. Now that that's been said...and that's a lot to be said, back to the fic.
Hotaru: Really you can have the papers. Free of cost. Oh..ok, STORY!!!!
(A.V. HQ, 1 ½ hours left to find Ingrid)
Fillmore entered the A.V. Clubhouse. Right in front of him was a table was a set up that would make any 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.
"The streets that you cross, from employee to boss, the one held you dear, so far yet so near, the tree upon which grows the moss.
"Figure it out and you can find me. Oh, and the person in this poem. You will find your precious Ingrid in his room."
The video turned off and Fillmore thought. 'The first line must not have anything to do with the clues but the rest must' Fillmore thought to himself, 'From employee to boss, of course, Vallejo's office.
Fillmore barged into the Vallejo's office. "Okay Sean, the games over. Give Ingrid back." he walked into the room and tripped. He looked at what he tripped over and gasped.
Lying down on the floor was Sean with a look of horror on his face and blood all over his body. The figure standing by an the unmistakable form of Ingrid turned on the light. Standing next to Ingrid, with a gun in his hand was Vallejo.
"Vallejo, why? The murders, this is all of your doing?
"Yes Fillmore, it was me, I was tired of you costing the safety patrol, funds because of all your messes. But now, I'm going to get rid of the only thing that you care about and kill you from the inside out."
Vallejo started to pull the trigger when Fillmore pushed his arm so it wouldn't get Ingrid. The gun-arm swung until it pointed towards Fillmore. BANG. That was all Fillmore heard before everything went black.