A/n: This chapter contains some stuff about beer and that's why I bumped
the rating up to PG. That's the only reason that this chapter's rated PG.
How am I doing on my story you guys? It's not getting worse is it? I hope
you enjoy it!
BTW, I'm REALLY sorry if my grammar isn't to people's satisfaction {for some of us}. I'm sick and tired of getting ridiculed, Zachary so leave me alone about my grammar already!!! My grammar isn't THAT bad!
Here's chapter four, I really hope that you guys enjoy this!
Chapter 4
"New Obstacles"
Wayne just sat there after a few minutes of doing CPR on her. There were no signs of her being okay to be found. It really looked like they had lost her! When they got back to HQ what was the rest of the safety patrol going to say about this situation? What would principal Folsom, vice principal Raycliff and her parents say? Well, he hated to say this but Fillmore and the rest of the gang were now murderers.
Wayne had taken CPR classes and he knew that one day the classes would come in handy. He didn't know that he would be saving a friend. It was a good thing he'd had so much practice with this kind of thing lately, or he wouldn't be in the shape to do this.
Abruptly there was a moan. "Wayne?" He heard. He looked up to find Ingrid standing and smiling at him. It was a good thing that Wayne had freed himself and jumped in after her. She would be lying at the bottom of the pool right now and probably be dead if he hadn't. "Are you sure you're okay?" Wayne asked. Ingrid nodded. Wayne was just double-checking to make sure that she was okay.
"Wayne" He heard Ingrid call. When he turned around he found Ingrid trying to free O'Farrell from the ropes. She was working on his arms. O'Farrell was moving around on the ground making it difficult for Ingrid. Wayne started working to untie his feet.
"O'Farrell calm down so we can get you free" Wayne told him. He still seemed to be nervous but did settle down after Wayne talked to him. Finally they set O'Farrell free and headed for the door. They picked up their talkies before reaching the door.
They all didn't seem surprised when they found that the door was locked. "Stand back. I'm an expert at this" Ingrid told them. She stuck a credit card inside the door jam then ran it up and down until finally the door opened.
"Am I good or what?" She asked, putting the credit card away. They walked out into the damp, decayed and rundown hall. They needed to get someone down here to try and fix everything! The only light were lamps hanging from the ceiling and their electrical wires were hanging low. They heard rats scurrying across these wires as they continued down the hall.
The floor tiles were discolored and literally everywhere they weren't supposed to be. Most of them were in about a million pieces. They had never seen any place this messy before. Even their rooms didn't look this bad! Their parents had an absolute cow when their rooms were a mess, how would they react to this mess? It would be totally funny to see their reactions.
"Where the heck are we?" O'Farrell asks. They could hear the fear in his voice. Ingrid and Wayne could understand that. This place was really creepy and it smelled something fierce. They really wished that they could answer O'Farrell's question, but they couldn't.
They suddenly came to where the hall split two ways and stopped. Which was were they going to go? Before they could decide they heard someone approaching. It sounded like it was a group of people.
"Quick in here" Wayne said, opening a door closest to them. Ingrid and O'Farrell ducked inside immediately, Wayne followed. They found themselves in a very dusty old classroom. It looked like a normal one, at least they were sure it had at one time. They found spider webs everywhere. Desks were turned over and looked like they were rotting away. This was pitiful.
The footsteps got closer. Wayne shut the door most of the way, but kept it open just enough so they could peek out. They didn't know who was coming, or if they were friends so, they had to be cautious. The footsteps were now right outside the door, now they absolutely had to be quiet or they would be caught!
When Ingrid and Wayne peeked out, they found Fillmore's gang standing there. They were surprised to find the gang drinking out of beer bottles, or what it looked like anyway.
"Are you ready to proceed with our plans?" One of the cloaked figures asked. The figures turned towards Fillmore. "Yes" Fillmore answered. He took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it to the floor, then he took a drink from the beer bottle. The cloaked figure cracked a smile.
"Excellent! Who are we sending in ?" They asked. Fillmore stepped forward. "Fillmore are you absolutely sure that you can accomplish this mission without being caught?" the leader asked. Fillmore raised an eyebrow as if to ask if the figure was kidding.
"I can get in and out without being caught! Piece of cake! I've done it a million times" He answered, sounding really confident. He was an expert and they should trust him! He knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to get caught!
"What if you get captured?" The 3rd figure asked. "Yeah. I doubt the Safety Patrol will go easy on you" The 4th figure remarked. Fillmore scoffs and then answers"They don't frighten me.". The leader seemed to smile and nod their approval.
"He wouldn't rat us out". Another cloaked figure answered. Ingrid leaned closer trying to get a better view through the small crack. This was getting really interesting and she didn't want to miss a second of this.
"Before I embark on my mission, I must know who you are. Who am I working for and why can't I see your face?" Fillmore asked. He'd been wondering this ever since he joined this gang. It was eating him alive and he just couldn't take it anymore.
The boss shook his head. "I cannot show myself to you yet." They answered. Fillmore lifted his eyebrows again. "When you have proved yourself trustworthy, then and only then can we reveal ourselves" the figure answered.
The boss and the other members hadn't shown themselves yet, but their voices sounded really familiar! Where had they heard them from before? It was like it was in the back of their minds and they couldn't think of the people's names.
Abruptly O'Farrell moved forward trying to see what was going on and stubbed his toe on something. He started to let out a cry, but Ingrid covered his mouth. If the gang heard them, it would surely give them away.
The gang outside hesitated and started looking around as if searching for something. "SHH!" Wayne whispered. Fillmore approached the door.
"It sounded like it came from here" Fillmore said, he walked in and shined his flashlight around the room, but he found that it was empty. The entire gang stepped into the room but didn't get much further when they found that the place was empty. The 3rd figure seemed to scoff.
"There's nothing here. We have more important things to do!". The figure watched as the rest of them started looking around the room with their flashlights. They all knew that they had heard something!
"I know that I heard something" the 3rd figure said. Suddenly something from one of the countertops fell to the ground and shattered on the ground. They all shined their flashlights on the area and started walking around the abandoned classroom.
Wayne, Ingrid and O'Farrell tried to keep as quiet as they could. Would the gang find them? Did they have a chance to escape? Was this gang once again going to capture them? Ingrid swallowed hard with her heart beating out of her chest.
"Who's here? Come on out! We know you're here" Fillmore called, as he and the gang continued searching. "Your surrounded" another said from the gang. There was no way whomever was in here, was going to escape without the gang noticing.
Abruptly something else crashed to the floor from the teacher's disorganized desk. Fillmore spun around and shined his flashlight on the desk to find that it was just a black cat. It jumped off the countertop and onto the ground.
"Meow" The cat said, walking up to them. The cat rubbed it's body against Fillmore's legs and purred. "A cat?" the 3rd cloaked figure asked. It had sounded like a person was down here doing something, not an animal. They all sighed, relieved that it was just a cat. They had actually thought that some one was down here.
"No one would come down here in this rundown place" the leader said, heading for the door. The rest of them followed. On the way out, Fillmore tossed his beer bottle to the ground, looked back at the cat and said "Stupid animal".
Then he shut the door behind him. When they heard that the footsteps had almost disappeared into the distance they all came out of hiding and carefully went back into the hall.
Wayne just stared at the beer bottle on the ground. "Fillmore" he muttered. He just couldn't believe this. Ingrid carefully put the bottle into a plastic bag and held it up for all of them to see.
"It might not be what it looks like Wayne. We'll have to examine it closer" Ingrid said. Wayne nodded. They really hoped that this scene wasn't what it looked like. "Can we leave now? This place give me the creeps" O'Farrell asked. Ingrid put her hand over his mouth and shushed him. "Quiet! They might hear us" She said, as they went for the door.
Wayne motioned for Ingrid and O'Farrell to follow him. Although the footsteps were far away, they were just loud enough to still follow, if they hurried. They took a right, following the sound.
At the moment it seemed like the only way out, was to follow the gang. Otherwise they didn't know how long it would take them to get out of this mess of halls.
The gang seemed to know their way around. Eventually they would get out of here, right? Ingrid Wayne and O'Farrell followed the gang down the winding halls for what seemed like hours! Were they ever going to get out of here? The three of them were really getting tired. Where were they going?
Abruptly the gang turned a corner and disappeared. Ingrid, Wayne and O'Farrell stopped. They carefully peeked around the corner to find that the gang had stopped at a dead end. What exactly were they doing? Why had they stopped a dead end?
The hooded figures walked up to the very normal looking bookcase and pushed it aside; they revealed a door behind it. Without hesitating they went through the door and disappeared. Wayne, Ingrid and O'Farrell followed them.
"The main hallway?" Wayne asked, after they went through the door. Now he knew exactly where we was. Unfortunately Fillmore and his gang had just disappeared into thin air! How on earth had they done that?
"Everyone split up! Call the others if you find anything" Ingrid said. The three of them disappeared down separate halls without saying another word.
About an hour later, they met up again at the same place but this time they were tired and out of breath. None of them had found a single trace of the gang! Where the heck had they disappeared to and how had they just vanished so quickly? The gang would definitely be gone by this time, so they might as well just stop for now.
"Where now?" O'Farrell asked. When Wayne caught his breath he replied "Back to HQ" He said. He needed a little break and some time to figure this case out. Plus, they needed to check in with principal Folsom, vice principal Raycliff and Vallejo.
They probably wanted an update on this case by now. Of Course they wouldn't be able to tell Vallejo much of an update. The only thing they had found out was that Fillmore had become their enemy and that his gang was planning some kind of big move. They were going to have to stop the gang and Fillmore in their tracks before some one got hurt.
Wayne couldn't stand to see innocent people getting hurt all because a person wanted to get revenge on the other one. It just didn't see fair! "Come on, we'd better get back to HQ. I'm sure that Folsom, Raycliff and Vallejo are going to be waiting for us" Wayne said, reluctantly.
He didn't want to stop looking for Fillmore and the gang but it seemed like they had gotten away, at least for the moment. He had a feeling that they would meet up with Fillmore and the gang once again somewhere in the future. He wondered how their paths would cross though.
If Fillmore had gone back to the way he use to be, then he would be with his old partners again too. That spelled trouble! Wayne could only imagine what kind of pranks and criminal acts the gang and Fillmore would be up to.
What made the matter worse was, Fillmore had experience from the safety patrol and he would probably use it against them. This in turn would probably make him more difficult to capture. They sure had their work cut out of them.
To Be Continued
A/n#1: I just thought that you guys would enjoy knowing the good news, which is in the A/n below this.! Squeals with delight- Thanks everyone, I'm looking forward to your reviews on this story.
A/n#2: I'm delighted to announce that I'm going to be transferring my Fillmore story onto another board. I will continue to update the story, so you guys will still be able to read it. All I want is to let a new audience to read it and see how they like it. It's actually just a test for right now. BTW {By the Way} everyone's reviews have been really inspiring for me. You guys have really boosted my confidence not only in my writing, but my life too. I wanted to thank all of you for the wonderful reviews you've been sending. I want to give a SPECIAL thanks to Vicki and Teazer thanks! I appreciate your comments to help me make my story better {I just hope that you guys aren't upset with what I'm going to do with this story.}
BTW, I'm REALLY sorry if my grammar isn't to people's satisfaction {for some of us}. I'm sick and tired of getting ridiculed, Zachary so leave me alone about my grammar already!!! My grammar isn't THAT bad!
Here's chapter four, I really hope that you guys enjoy this!
Chapter 4
"New Obstacles"
Wayne just sat there after a few minutes of doing CPR on her. There were no signs of her being okay to be found. It really looked like they had lost her! When they got back to HQ what was the rest of the safety patrol going to say about this situation? What would principal Folsom, vice principal Raycliff and her parents say? Well, he hated to say this but Fillmore and the rest of the gang were now murderers.
Wayne had taken CPR classes and he knew that one day the classes would come in handy. He didn't know that he would be saving a friend. It was a good thing he'd had so much practice with this kind of thing lately, or he wouldn't be in the shape to do this.
Abruptly there was a moan. "Wayne?" He heard. He looked up to find Ingrid standing and smiling at him. It was a good thing that Wayne had freed himself and jumped in after her. She would be lying at the bottom of the pool right now and probably be dead if he hadn't. "Are you sure you're okay?" Wayne asked. Ingrid nodded. Wayne was just double-checking to make sure that she was okay.
"Wayne" He heard Ingrid call. When he turned around he found Ingrid trying to free O'Farrell from the ropes. She was working on his arms. O'Farrell was moving around on the ground making it difficult for Ingrid. Wayne started working to untie his feet.
"O'Farrell calm down so we can get you free" Wayne told him. He still seemed to be nervous but did settle down after Wayne talked to him. Finally they set O'Farrell free and headed for the door. They picked up their talkies before reaching the door.
They all didn't seem surprised when they found that the door was locked. "Stand back. I'm an expert at this" Ingrid told them. She stuck a credit card inside the door jam then ran it up and down until finally the door opened.
"Am I good or what?" She asked, putting the credit card away. They walked out into the damp, decayed and rundown hall. They needed to get someone down here to try and fix everything! The only light were lamps hanging from the ceiling and their electrical wires were hanging low. They heard rats scurrying across these wires as they continued down the hall.
The floor tiles were discolored and literally everywhere they weren't supposed to be. Most of them were in about a million pieces. They had never seen any place this messy before. Even their rooms didn't look this bad! Their parents had an absolute cow when their rooms were a mess, how would they react to this mess? It would be totally funny to see their reactions.
"Where the heck are we?" O'Farrell asks. They could hear the fear in his voice. Ingrid and Wayne could understand that. This place was really creepy and it smelled something fierce. They really wished that they could answer O'Farrell's question, but they couldn't.
They suddenly came to where the hall split two ways and stopped. Which was were they going to go? Before they could decide they heard someone approaching. It sounded like it was a group of people.
"Quick in here" Wayne said, opening a door closest to them. Ingrid and O'Farrell ducked inside immediately, Wayne followed. They found themselves in a very dusty old classroom. It looked like a normal one, at least they were sure it had at one time. They found spider webs everywhere. Desks were turned over and looked like they were rotting away. This was pitiful.
The footsteps got closer. Wayne shut the door most of the way, but kept it open just enough so they could peek out. They didn't know who was coming, or if they were friends so, they had to be cautious. The footsteps were now right outside the door, now they absolutely had to be quiet or they would be caught!
When Ingrid and Wayne peeked out, they found Fillmore's gang standing there. They were surprised to find the gang drinking out of beer bottles, or what it looked like anyway.
"Are you ready to proceed with our plans?" One of the cloaked figures asked. The figures turned towards Fillmore. "Yes" Fillmore answered. He took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it to the floor, then he took a drink from the beer bottle. The cloaked figure cracked a smile.
"Excellent! Who are we sending in ?" They asked. Fillmore stepped forward. "Fillmore are you absolutely sure that you can accomplish this mission without being caught?" the leader asked. Fillmore raised an eyebrow as if to ask if the figure was kidding.
"I can get in and out without being caught! Piece of cake! I've done it a million times" He answered, sounding really confident. He was an expert and they should trust him! He knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to get caught!
"What if you get captured?" The 3rd figure asked. "Yeah. I doubt the Safety Patrol will go easy on you" The 4th figure remarked. Fillmore scoffs and then answers"They don't frighten me.". The leader seemed to smile and nod their approval.
"He wouldn't rat us out". Another cloaked figure answered. Ingrid leaned closer trying to get a better view through the small crack. This was getting really interesting and she didn't want to miss a second of this.
"Before I embark on my mission, I must know who you are. Who am I working for and why can't I see your face?" Fillmore asked. He'd been wondering this ever since he joined this gang. It was eating him alive and he just couldn't take it anymore.
The boss shook his head. "I cannot show myself to you yet." They answered. Fillmore lifted his eyebrows again. "When you have proved yourself trustworthy, then and only then can we reveal ourselves" the figure answered.
The boss and the other members hadn't shown themselves yet, but their voices sounded really familiar! Where had they heard them from before? It was like it was in the back of their minds and they couldn't think of the people's names.
Abruptly O'Farrell moved forward trying to see what was going on and stubbed his toe on something. He started to let out a cry, but Ingrid covered his mouth. If the gang heard them, it would surely give them away.
The gang outside hesitated and started looking around as if searching for something. "SHH!" Wayne whispered. Fillmore approached the door.
"It sounded like it came from here" Fillmore said, he walked in and shined his flashlight around the room, but he found that it was empty. The entire gang stepped into the room but didn't get much further when they found that the place was empty. The 3rd figure seemed to scoff.
"There's nothing here. We have more important things to do!". The figure watched as the rest of them started looking around the room with their flashlights. They all knew that they had heard something!
"I know that I heard something" the 3rd figure said. Suddenly something from one of the countertops fell to the ground and shattered on the ground. They all shined their flashlights on the area and started walking around the abandoned classroom.
Wayne, Ingrid and O'Farrell tried to keep as quiet as they could. Would the gang find them? Did they have a chance to escape? Was this gang once again going to capture them? Ingrid swallowed hard with her heart beating out of her chest.
"Who's here? Come on out! We know you're here" Fillmore called, as he and the gang continued searching. "Your surrounded" another said from the gang. There was no way whomever was in here, was going to escape without the gang noticing.
Abruptly something else crashed to the floor from the teacher's disorganized desk. Fillmore spun around and shined his flashlight on the desk to find that it was just a black cat. It jumped off the countertop and onto the ground.
"Meow" The cat said, walking up to them. The cat rubbed it's body against Fillmore's legs and purred. "A cat?" the 3rd cloaked figure asked. It had sounded like a person was down here doing something, not an animal. They all sighed, relieved that it was just a cat. They had actually thought that some one was down here.
"No one would come down here in this rundown place" the leader said, heading for the door. The rest of them followed. On the way out, Fillmore tossed his beer bottle to the ground, looked back at the cat and said "Stupid animal".
Then he shut the door behind him. When they heard that the footsteps had almost disappeared into the distance they all came out of hiding and carefully went back into the hall.
Wayne just stared at the beer bottle on the ground. "Fillmore" he muttered. He just couldn't believe this. Ingrid carefully put the bottle into a plastic bag and held it up for all of them to see.
"It might not be what it looks like Wayne. We'll have to examine it closer" Ingrid said. Wayne nodded. They really hoped that this scene wasn't what it looked like. "Can we leave now? This place give me the creeps" O'Farrell asked. Ingrid put her hand over his mouth and shushed him. "Quiet! They might hear us" She said, as they went for the door.
Wayne motioned for Ingrid and O'Farrell to follow him. Although the footsteps were far away, they were just loud enough to still follow, if they hurried. They took a right, following the sound.
At the moment it seemed like the only way out, was to follow the gang. Otherwise they didn't know how long it would take them to get out of this mess of halls.
The gang seemed to know their way around. Eventually they would get out of here, right? Ingrid Wayne and O'Farrell followed the gang down the winding halls for what seemed like hours! Were they ever going to get out of here? The three of them were really getting tired. Where were they going?
Abruptly the gang turned a corner and disappeared. Ingrid, Wayne and O'Farrell stopped. They carefully peeked around the corner to find that the gang had stopped at a dead end. What exactly were they doing? Why had they stopped a dead end?
The hooded figures walked up to the very normal looking bookcase and pushed it aside; they revealed a door behind it. Without hesitating they went through the door and disappeared. Wayne, Ingrid and O'Farrell followed them.
"The main hallway?" Wayne asked, after they went through the door. Now he knew exactly where we was. Unfortunately Fillmore and his gang had just disappeared into thin air! How on earth had they done that?
"Everyone split up! Call the others if you find anything" Ingrid said. The three of them disappeared down separate halls without saying another word.
About an hour later, they met up again at the same place but this time they were tired and out of breath. None of them had found a single trace of the gang! Where the heck had they disappeared to and how had they just vanished so quickly? The gang would definitely be gone by this time, so they might as well just stop for now.
"Where now?" O'Farrell asked. When Wayne caught his breath he replied "Back to HQ" He said. He needed a little break and some time to figure this case out. Plus, they needed to check in with principal Folsom, vice principal Raycliff and Vallejo.
They probably wanted an update on this case by now. Of Course they wouldn't be able to tell Vallejo much of an update. The only thing they had found out was that Fillmore had become their enemy and that his gang was planning some kind of big move. They were going to have to stop the gang and Fillmore in their tracks before some one got hurt.
Wayne couldn't stand to see innocent people getting hurt all because a person wanted to get revenge on the other one. It just didn't see fair! "Come on, we'd better get back to HQ. I'm sure that Folsom, Raycliff and Vallejo are going to be waiting for us" Wayne said, reluctantly.
He didn't want to stop looking for Fillmore and the gang but it seemed like they had gotten away, at least for the moment. He had a feeling that they would meet up with Fillmore and the gang once again somewhere in the future. He wondered how their paths would cross though.
If Fillmore had gone back to the way he use to be, then he would be with his old partners again too. That spelled trouble! Wayne could only imagine what kind of pranks and criminal acts the gang and Fillmore would be up to.
What made the matter worse was, Fillmore had experience from the safety patrol and he would probably use it against them. This in turn would probably make him more difficult to capture. They sure had their work cut out of them.
To Be Continued
A/n#1: I just thought that you guys would enjoy knowing the good news, which is in the A/n below this.! Squeals with delight- Thanks everyone, I'm looking forward to your reviews on this story.
A/n#2: I'm delighted to announce that I'm going to be transferring my Fillmore story onto another board. I will continue to update the story, so you guys will still be able to read it. All I want is to let a new audience to read it and see how they like it. It's actually just a test for right now. BTW {By the Way} everyone's reviews have been really inspiring for me. You guys have really boosted my confidence not only in my writing, but my life too. I wanted to thank all of you for the wonderful reviews you've been sending. I want to give a SPECIAL thanks to Vicki and Teazer thanks! I appreciate your comments to help me make my story better {I just hope that you guys aren't upset with what I'm going to do with this story.}